Chapter 68: Gluttonous Desire
"My. Female."
Hearing Bo Lan's answer, Qianzhi covered his forehead.
This answer is even more outrageous than "witch".
She shouldn't have expected anything from the sentry at the "gate."
At the market outside the palace, Aaron was staring at a cage of live chickens owned by a vendor, trying hard to swallow his saliva.
His bulimia is not as serious as others, but he still can't control the urge to stuff food into his mouth whenever he sees it.
He tried to hold back, but the desire to eat finally prevailed, and he reached out for the live chickens.
The next second, his hands were clamped by the guards on both sides and he was pressed to the ground.
"Be gentle." He heard a soft voice say to the person next to him.
Aaron raised his head and saw the girl's fair and delicate face. Her long eyelashes were slightly drooping, her eyes were looking down, and her expression was full of pity.
He lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly, but seeing the girl's hands hanging at her sides made him swallow again.
The little finger had slender bones and was covered with a layer of delicate and smooth skin. Due to the lack of blood color, the pale blue blood vessels on it were clearly visible. Even the wrist bones were so thin that they seemed to be easily broken.
It was a hand that he wanted to lick constantly, and which aroused his desire to torture and bite.
He watched the hand approach him, its fingertips touching as if groping for something.
When he couldn't help but want to lie on the ground, kneel down and lick her hand desperately.
The hand passed across the side of his neck and pulled hard.
Something sticky and disgusting was pulled out of his internal organs and rushed out of his throat.
In an instant, the gluttony that had been following him like a maggot on his tarsal bones disappeared.
All that was left was the nausea that kept rising up.
Something shot up and pressed against his throat.
Aaron spat it out.
But what he vomited out was not the raw meat he had eaten these days, but a large pool of sticky black water.
There seemed to be white maggots rolling in the water, and there were howling human faces made of mud, wriggling densely, gathering all the malice he could imagine.
Aaron woke up instantly and turned pale with fear.
Theo followed Qianzhi like a big dog.
The moment Aaron vomited, he immediately rushed to her, picked her up and held her in his arms.
If the "witch" is contaminated, no one will be able to cure the disease, he hypnotized himself stubbornly.
But the feeling of the soft body in his arms leaning against him made him feel indescribably comfortable.
It was like she was the most important part of his heart, finally back in his chest.
"Don't you know how to hide?" The blond man muttered to her and glanced at her again.
He was afraid that his voice, still violent and fierce, was too loud and would scare her.
She is so small, she might be scared and cry again.
"They won't come near me." Qianzhi broke free from Theo's arms and reached out to the black water.
The black water avoided her hands and turned into dust in the direction of her fingers, disappearing in an instant.
"—You," Aaron blinked and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar girl in front of him, "You are not a witch, you are..."
It was so strange, she seemed like a piece that couldn't fit into the puzzle of this world, so obviously disharmonic, but he couldn't remember what her identity was no matter how hard he tried.
"I, I remember! Those who really spread the disaster and disease!" Aaron recalled certain scenes in his mind.
"Who is that?" Qianzhi finally found a key to break the illusion.
She chose Aaron to purify because he had the least amount of black fog surrounding him, which meant he was most likely to regain more self-awareness.
"He's a young man," Aaron said. "He has silver hair."
Silver hair?
Qianzhi narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips.
Is it Cui?
"Oh, there's another one." Aaron frowned, his expression showing a hint of disgust. "He's wearing a black hood and is very tall. Although I can't see his face clearly," he shuddered again, "the aura he exudes is terrifying, as if all the malice in the world is draped around him."
Tall man?
In Qianzhi's memory, she had no impression of the person Aaron described.
Could this be related to her memory of disappearing in the Black Mist Forest?
"——Your Majesty!" The sound of horse hooves came from the distance. It was the guards in the palace.
The man in front had scratches on his face, and blood was flowing down his neck without him having time to wipe it off.
"Guard Bo just broke out of the dungeon! He's escaped from the castle and is coming this way!"
That terrifying humanoid weapon actually broke all the shackles on him!
"What--!" Theo's pupils suddenly shrank, "Glenn, leave half of the men to guard here, and the rest follow me!" He pulled Qianzhi into his arms, jumped on the horse, and galloped towards the castle.
The soldiers searched for a whole day but found no trace of Bo Lan.
Theo lowered the defensive gate outside the palace out of concern and sent more troops to guard around Qianzhi's bedroom.
He even wanted to sleep next to Qianzhi, but because he had not yet recovered from his violent temper that could rekindle at any time, and because he was too proud to give in, he finally chose to sit at the door of Qianzhi's bedroom and pretend to take a nap.
Qianzhi did not sleep well in the bedroom.
The dream was filled with a strange darkness.
The mist turned into countless tentacles, entwining her limbs, strangling her throat, and dragging her into deeper darkness.
She was so deep in her dream that she didn't notice that the tightly sealed window was being violently torn open by a big hand outside.
Someone climbed in through the window and landed beside her bed as nimbly and lightly as a wild beast.
The man's naked strong body was supported right above the girl. Every muscle line in his arms, shoulders, back and thighs was filled with terrifying explosive power.
The beast-like pupils were filled with a sinister and obscure light.
Bo Lan put the tip of his nose close to Qianzhi's cheek and sniffed carefully.
Thirst quickly overwhelmed all his senses like a rapidly rising tide. The strong and crazy desire made his bones, internal organs and even every pore tremble excitedly.
He kept swallowing his saliva.
He lowered his body slowly, letting his lips touch her soft cheek.
With a light touch of his tongue, he felt like he was licking a piece of cool and soft cream cake.
It was so sweet that it made his whole body shiver with pleasure.
The big hand stretched out carefully, and with the most delicate fingertips without calluses, it gently stroked her graceful neck, then moved down, brushed across her small collarbone, and stopped at a small, burning red mole on her chest.
He gave in to his wild desire and pressed his tongue against it.
Then it moved up wetly and stuck to her lips.
Boom, boom, boom. He could hear his heart beating so hard it was about to explode.
This was the taste he had always dreamed of, a taste he couldn't describe, like the sweet berries of summer, or the lightly sweet first snow of winter.
The gluttonous appetite finally found an outlet.
He felt as if he was swimming in the deep sea, with the sound of rippling water in his ears.
After the brief tinnitus passed, he realized that it was the sound of his tongue touching his palate.
The soft body beneath me trembled slightly.
Bo Lan heard a soft and somewhat confused voice.
"Alan?"
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