Chapter 68 Chapter 68 "Be a male favorite or a plaything, ...
It was Zhu Yan who saved Jiu Zhao.
However, because he had to protect an extra person, his retreat was slower.
The sleeves of his long gown were cut by the sharp sword energy, and even the skin on his forearm was scratched.
Blood slowly seeped out.
The imperial court was guarded by dragon energy and they were not allowed to use their magical powers. The two men had no choice but to flee on foot.
When had Jiu Zhao ever experienced the feeling of being chased by everyone like a rat crossing the street?
She dodged here and there in a panic, and for a moment she forgot to ask Zhu Yan why he was here.
The young man who had recently been appointed the Wanxiang Palace Master was even more unpredictable. Clearly, the Breath-Suppressing Talisman had prevented him from accurately locating his direction. Yet, somehow, he still trailed dozens of feet behind them, having not been completely shaken off.
Fortunately, with Zhu Yan's help, the escape was ultimately much smoother. He was far more familiar with the palace's ways than Jiu Zhao was. After several twists and turns, he led her back to the daily route in and out. Following this path, they could run for another incense stick and be directly out of the palace.
With victory just around the corner, Jiu Zhao felt a little relieved.
She quickened her pace and was about to make a final push when Zhu Yan suddenly pulled her against the palace wall nearby.
The action was forced to stop, as the hunters were gradually approaching from a distance.
She looked at Zhu Yan in confusion: "Why, you can't run anymore?"
Zhu Yan raised his arm, revealing the wound beneath his sleeve, and gestured, "The blood has seeped through the fabric and is about to drip down. Miss, remember what I said about anything that leaves our bodies being exposed to the sight of these mortals."
He hesitated for a moment, then continued, "The new head of the Wanxiang Palace is called Li Miao. I met him once several decades ago. He's hailed as a genius rarely seen in a millennium, and before he was a hundred years old, he seemed poised to ascend to heaven. Yet, for some reason, he lingers in the mortal world. His cultivation is unfathomable, and I've lost a glimmer of my spiritual power due to my injury. I'm afraid this is why he's being pursued so closely."
Zhu Yan meant that the most urgent thing was to escape, which was secondary.
If the wound is not treated in time, Li Miao will immediately discover the trace once the blood falls to the ground.
After Zhu Yan explained the reason, he leaned his elbow against the wall and licked the wound with the tip of his tongue. Although they couldn't use healing magic, the saliva of these immortals also contained a small amount of immortal spirit, which could disinfect and stop bleeding.
But the location of the injury was really bad. Zhu Yan changed the angle and tried several directions, but he still couldn't reach it.
Seeing that the blood was about to flow down his elbow, Jiu Zhao, who was watching coldly, had to move forward and wipe the bloodstain for him.
In the current situation, there is no point in thinking about the taboos between men and women, or taking into account one's own unexpressible emotions.
"Stop moving, blood is dripping!"
Jiu Zhao impatiently held his arm, and then, as the young man's eyes widened slightly, he put his lips close to his.
A uniquely sweet, fishy aroma of blood blossomed on the tip of his tongue. Along with it came the delicate, herbal fragrance that had always lingered on Zhu Yan. This aroma penetrated his nose, permeating his senses and alleviating Jiu Zhao's discomfort.
Under the sunlight, beside the palace wall, all around were the Wanxiang Palace servants and guards who were ordered to search, but Jiu Zhao focused on licking, ignoring Zhu Yan's violently shaking eyelashes and his half-shy and half-uneasy expression, as if he was tasting a dish that he had to eat.
"I, my subordinate, am of low status. How can I, how can I be worthy of the young lady's—"
Jiu Zhao's condescending treatment came too suddenly, so suddenly that Zhu Yan stuttered several times and his speech became incoherent.
A clear voice echoed repeatedly in his mind.
The woman in front of him was the one he had secretly loved and admired for many years.
Using the tip of tongue and lips to do this to him is tantamount to blasphemy—
Besides.
Zhu Yan couldn't think any further, and just like the time when he had a weakness attack on a full moon night, he bit his lips hard, trying to use the pain to force himself awake.
He bit so hard that the pale lips were ravaged until they turned transparent and white.
…
Jiu Zhao also thought that licking someone's wounds in broad daylight was too shameful, so he turned his attention away.
She raised her eyes and observed Zhu Yan's reaction.
She decided that if he showed any expression that made her uncomfortable, she would go back and punish him severely to vent her anger.
Looking at him, the only expression on his face besides fear, inferiority, gratitude and shock was his lips which were unconsciously bitten.
Jiu Zhao had no choice but to remind: "I am healing you. If you get another wound on your mouth, I will-"
The bleeding had not yet stopped, and her threats were slurred.
The large amount of saliva overflowing prevented him from finishing the second half of his words. Poor Jiu Zhao wanted to warn him that if he bit his lip again, she would snatch the Breath-Suppressing Talisman from him and then leave on her own, leaving him alone here to be discovered by the Palace Master of Wanxiang.
But Zhu Yan seemed to have connected something to something wrong based on the assumption of "a wound on the mouth".
He instinctively relied on the pain in his mouth to control himself, but this time it was terrible.
Jiu Zhao followed his rapidly drooping eyeballs and noticed another unusual abnormality.
Zhu Yan's clothes, under his robe -
Encountering that rapid and obvious change, Jiu Zhao's eyes widened for a moment.
In all her past relationships, she was the one who took the initiative.
When had she ever seen anyone as vulnerable as Zhu Yan?
"Miss, don't look..."
Zhu Yan struggled to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth, his cheeks flushed red as if bleeding.
Jiu Zhao was still in shock when he heard him plead in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "How about Miss, just leave me here? I'll show my figure to attract Zoulimiao's attention. I think Miss, you can escape smoothly without the breath-suppressing talisman..."
"Let's not talk about that for now."
She briefly left his skin, staring at him with blazing eyes, "What's wrong with you? Even at a time like this, you can—"
Before he could finish his words, a barrier unfolded and Li Miao's ghostly figure suddenly appeared out of thin air.
Could it be that he could hear what they were saying?
Jiu Zhao was so shocked that he immediately lowered his head and put his mouth back on Zhu Yan's wound.
Li Miao took two steps towards the place where they were resting, as if sensing something.
Soon, his subordinates also hurried over.
"Master Palace Master, is there something strange here?"
A woman who was dressed more gorgeously than the people around her was the first to ask.
"I followed the scent of the ceremony peeper here, but the clues suddenly stopped."
Li Miao twisted his sleeves and pondered, then instructed, "That uninvited guest has a high level of cultivation. Even I could only detect a faint trace of his presence. Since the presence stops here and this place is still some distance from the palace gate, I suspect he is hiding nearby.
"You all continue to disperse and search the palaces in this area. I will stay here and use my magic to search for him."
"Yes, sir!"
When Li Miao said these words, his body was only one step away from Jiu Zhao.
It seemed that if I got closer, I could feel his chest shaking with his voice.
While most people would have been frightened, the young man who had established a connection with her through the skin of her forearm was still excited.
His breathing was sometimes light, sometimes heavy, and occasionally he took a deep breath that he couldn't bear it.
Unlike the body's honest and enthusiastic reaction, Zhu Yan looked like he was about to cry.
The long and narrow tail line was red, and every time his heart beat, a "ho ho" sound of swallowing came from deep in his throat.
At this moment, no one dared to speak.
Jiu Zhao held back his questions and accusations, while Zhu Yan held back his apologies and tears.
The magic spells practiced by humans are complicated versions of the magic spells practiced by the immortals.
Jiu Zhao used the Hundred Miles Tracking Technique to find Zhu Yan with just a thought, while Li Miao used a similar trick but had to recite many mantras.
The magic circle spread out, and the faint light of spiritual energy swirled around them.
However, due to the limitations of the Breath-Suppressing Talisman, I didn't know where to locate it.
After suffering a failure, Li Miao, the new palace master, looked very unhappy.
Fortunately, his subordinates were all far away and no one noticed that his mission had failed.
"I can clearly sense that person is nearby, so why can't I detect the movement of his aura?"
While talking to himself, he kept making gestures with his fingers and performing various spells.
However, human power is not in the same dimension as the power of immortals.
He put all his life's knowledge into practice, but it was all in vain even though Jiu Zhao and Zhu Yan were right in front of him.
As time went by, the old emperor, who was frightened by his sudden attack during the sacrificial dance, was still waiting for him to return and report.
Li Miao persisted for another stick of incense, his face so gloomy that it could be frozen into ice.
He sent a magic light signal into the sky, and finally reluctantly withdrew his troops.
…
After he walked away, without waiting for Jiu Zhao to speak, Zhu Yan apologized repeatedly: "Miss, this is a disease in my body, and there is another weakness, which is that I am born sensitive... If I encounter the closeness of someone I like, it is difficult to control myself. I really deserve to die..."
“…”
Deserve death—
If you have the guts, go die a thousand times!
He used his own weakness as a high-sounding excuse, not to mention that he actually saved her once.
Could she really kill him?
Why do I always lose when I meet this damn male fox?
Jiu Zhao was angry about her failure, and also hated him for showing such a dissolute and foolish behavior in front of her.
Then he lowered his head and bit his wound hard to vent his anger.
“Ugh!!”
After a moment, Zhu Yan raised his head and couldn't hold back any longer and let out a heavy gasp.
All the willpower fell to the ground and shattered like overripe fruits on the branches of autumn trees.
A strange scent like orchid and musk silently permeated the air.
The tears that had accumulated to the top of her half-closed, misty peach blossom eyes finally slid down.
Even though Jiu Zhao was well-mannered, he couldn't help but get angry and frustrated: "How could you win like this?!"
Immersed in the torrent of pleasure, Zhu Yan was unable to calm down and endured Jiu Zhao's scolding unconsciously.
Until she raised her fair left hand and slapped him hard.
Compared to the pain, what came first was the fluctuating aura of immortal power from Jiu Zhao's body.
Her palms were already hot, and now they were incredibly hot.
Zhu Yan obediently endured her slap, then grasped her delicate wrist with his backhand and rubbed it gently against his nose.
In contrast to the whimpering and grinding movements of a young animal, the strength with which he clamped her was frighteningly great.
Jiu Zhao couldn't break free, and suddenly felt the skin on his palm get wet.
The cool and soft touch then goes straight to the throbbing heart.
"Miss, actually, you have feelings too, right?"
Zhu Yan asked in a low voice with a gasp. In a very short interval, he licked her palm again, "Yan does not seek status or fame. He just wants to accompany the young lady during her time on earth. Whether it's being a male concubine or a plaything, as long as the young lady is happy—"
"There's no need to get emotional about beating, scolding, or fiddling with people."
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