n, quiet and peaceful.This is what you said.Jiang Qiyun's lips curled into a hint of a sinister smile. He pinched my chin, forcing me to tilt my head up towards him, and then gently nibbled at my lips...This enraged voice belonged to Jiang Qiyun.

That icy and handsome face was contorted with anger, his deep eyes flickering with a hidden fire.

"... I'm sorry." I covered my face, not wanting him to see me crying.

Jiang Qiyun took a deep breath, forcing down the icy rage coursing through him. He grabbed me and started walking towards the riverbank.

A sea of blood-red flowers stretched out before me, painting the riverbank crimson.

The Manjusaka blooms profusely, their petals shimmering like jewels. Each stem stands proudly on the banks of the Huangquan River, stretching endlessly, blooming along the flow.

He threw me into the flower bushes, tore off my blood-stained clothes, and wrapped me in his robe.

"...I already know about Qing Rui bringing you out." He squatted in front of me, looking at me intently: "You're so timid, why did you rush into the formation eye"

"Does any of this even matter now"

At that time, I felt useless and lacked any sense of sacrifice. Even though Qingluan was willing to give up her soul and spirit to press down on the final eye of the formation, others were also sacrificing themselves for it, but I couldn't bear to give up anything.

Despite your compassion and kindness, I have only added to your karma.

“You’re just disobedient.” Jiang Qiyun’s large hand gripped my face, saying coldly: “Even if I collapse, I can temporarily suppress it. Don’t you remember what happened at the Hundred Ghosts Bureau I could make hundreds of ghosts vanish into thin air, a few thousand wouldn’t be too much of a problem either, just a bit more cultivation…”

I lifted my hand, mimicking him and gently pinching his jaw.

"Don't add more karmic obstacles for me, it won't do either of us any good... Look, I'm not even going down the path of evil spirits, this is a warning to me."

He turned his head to avoid my hand, frowning. "You're brave," he said.

"You made me learn to do this to get it back from you," I mumbled.

Jiang Qiyun let out a light sigh, shaking his head. "I didn't expect the Immortal Blood Curse to activate this quickly... Look at all these wounds on you, you fool..."

He grabbed my forearm, staring at the deep cut on it. The skin was peeled back, and blood had drained away, leaving a grayish color exposed to the bone.

My whole body is covered in wounds, some deep and some shallow, but now I can't feel the pain.

Jiang Qiyun grabbed my hand and brought it to his cheek. His icy tongue suddenly brushed over a small cut on my finger.

I was shocked and stared at him blankly. What was he doing

He lifted his eyes, the dark golden fire in them carrying a hint of warning.

"...Try hiding for a bit," he said coldly.

"...Why, why would you do this" I couldn't help but ask.

He leaned in close to my ear, his moist tongue trailing from the nape of my neck down across my cheek before finally stopping at my earlobe, taking a light bite. “You forgot about the time your hand got burned It was all healed up the next day…”

My goodness, it feels like so long ago, the night after he appeared... I was helping Dad boil water and got burned because I wasn't paying attention.

Originally, when he asked me "What's wrong with your hand" he was actually trying to help me with my injury...

At that time, I only felt fear and shame, completely unaware of the emotions he was hiding.

But wouldn't treating wounds this way be a bit... too suggestive I'm covered in wounds all over!

"Qi Yun... uh..." I covered my mouth, suppressing a strange sound. "Formation... how is it... where's my brother"

“What about the innate magical powers of those two nascent spirits They caused an earthquake, destroying all the houses in the village and altering the terrain. The landscape itself changed! In no time, the evil energy there will dissipate... As for your brother—“ He chuckled softly.

What's wrong with my brother I couldn't help but gasp, scrambling to my feet and looking at him.

He was so close, staring at my abdomen with a hint of helplessness in his sigh. "Mu Xia Qiao, I truly underestimated your persistence. Your hands are almost stripped to the bone, yet there isn't even a scratch on your stomach. Have you been covering it with your hand all this time"

What use is covering up Earlier, there was always a warm feeling in my belly, but now the heat has dissipated, and the two babies...

"Don't cry!" His voice was laced with anger as he pushed himself up, using one large hand to clamp down on my wrists and press me to the ground.

"You can't even cry! What kind of heartless father are you!"

I can't help but feel a bit angry. This guy can be really terrible sometimes. At first, he tortured me every night so badly that I could barely walk and wouldn't let me take medicine.

Now that the baby is gone, you're not sad at all! You won't even let me cry!

"Don't cry!" he snarled, gripping my chin in his fist and pressing his lips against mine.

I ducked my head hard to avoid it, but he bit my lower lip, leaving a nasty tooth mark. My corner of my mouth was bleeding...

His tongue caressed the wound, his words almost echoing in my mouth: "...I didn't have time to come and get you because I had to hurry and collect the souls into the Seven-Hearted Lotus. Later, I'll go to Miao Yan Palace to find the Blue Flower Emperor and separate the souls of the two children..."

He forced me to swallow a mouthful of saliva. Hearing this, I was so excited that I choked back tears.

"Ahem... Shall we go now"

"No good."

"Why I—"

"Shut up, try moving again."

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He really healed all my wounds with this method, luckily somewhere... ahem... wasn't hurt. Otherwise, I would have fainted.

When he flipped me over, that icy feeling ran from my lower back up my spine, it was almost unbearable. I couldn't help but cover my mouth and let out a cry.

Jiang Qiyun smiled softly and leaned in, leaving a kiss on his cheek: "If it weren't for your injuries, I'd have you calling out for two hours..."

I glared at him, my face flushed with shame, biting back a retort.

His voice was a husky whisper laced with a hint of lust: "...you only listen like this."

"You want me to listen and also explain things to me a bit, right I'm not your subordinate, unconditionally obeying you—oh, by the way, how is Shen Qingrui doing now" I suddenly remembered her.

Jiang Qiyun's brow furrowed slightly, his eyes narrowing as he spoke in a low voice: "What do you want for her"

What did you do with her

She disobeyed my orders, insulted the mistress—

"Just punish her for the previous one, I'll handle the next one myself. Otherwise, she'll keep bothering me later!"

He didn't say anything, just gave a cold "hmm" and continued to lick the wounds on my back.

After a long pause, he suddenly asked me with a hint of mockery in his voice, "…Why don't you ask about Qingluan"

> head.I frowned. “Why didn’t you think of that You’re the Shaman King, you should at least have a queen or concubines… It wouldn’t be easy to have children anyway. Even if your bloodline here already...