"Puff!" Feng Qingyang spat out blood again and looked at the father and daughter with a listless expression.
After hearing what Zhu Youqian said, my heart was shaken.
Although he had only known Zhu Xuezhu for a day, she had left an indelible impression in his heart. Otherwise, Feng Qingyang would not have been so careless in giving her the 'Ice Ling Grass' and performing the 'Xuan Yin Body Refining Formation' for her!
It’s a pity that he is unable to speak now, the Xuanyin energy is running rampant in his body, and even his blood-devouring power, which has worked so well, cannot be used.
He had real skills but was tortured half to death by the Xuanyin Energy he created. In the final analysis, he underestimated the Xuanyin Energy that was enough to freeze the world!
He looked at Zhu Xuezhu, and Zhu Xuezhu also looked at him. The two looked at each other, and a subtle electric current flashed through them. Feng Qingyang's vision gradually blurred, and his head became heavier and heavier. The last image in his mind was the moment when Zhu Xuezhu nodded...
"Do you like him?" Seeing that Feng Qingyang had completely fainted, Zhu Youqian put away the serious look on his face and became kind instead. There was not a trace of the might of a great power at the peak of the foundation building stage and half a step to the golden elixir. What he had... was just the love and care of a father for his children.
"I have no idea… "
After a long time, Zhu Xuezhu slowly pronounced these words, and her red cheeks returned to calm.
"Come with me..."
Zhu Youqian helped Feng Qingyang up from the ground and walked towards Zhu Xuezhu's boudoir. He stood at the door and hesitated for a while, but finally put Feng Qingyang on Zhu Xuezhu's bed.
He said: "It's not that I have to do anything, but at noon tomorrow, the Xuanyin Qi in his body will leave his body, and then only the Xuanyang Qi in your body can consume it."
He paused and said, "Otherwise... Otherwise, the Xuanyin Qi will leave the body, and it will be as painful as you being burned by the Xuanyang Qi, and he will be completely frozen and will never wake up!"
He was also extremely grateful to Feng Qingyang for giving him the 'Ice Grass' for free and for Feng Qingyang's character. Although he was a zombie, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this zombie was extraordinary.
"Then what should I do?" At this moment, Zhu Xuezhu had no time to think. Human life was at stake. If she was ruthless, she could just throw him out to the ghost market to fend for himself. However, Feng Qingyang brought her hope of life.
Zhu Youqian took out a small white bottle from his storage ring and placed it on the bedside, saying, "This is the Soul-Restoring Pill. Although he is a zombie, I know he is different from ordinary soulless zombies. Take it at noon tomorrow when the Xuanyin Qi in his body leaves his body."
After saying that, he did not hesitate any more, walked out of the room alone and said, "Xuezhu, you are the biggest regret of my father's life. I hope you can live well."
After closing the door gently, Zhu Youqian looked up at the sky, wiped away his tears, and immediately turned into the seemingly cunning and treacherous businessman again. He walked to the place of the explosion and waved his hand. Suddenly, a rockery stood upright at the place. If you didn't look carefully, no one would know that there had been a big explosion here.
In the boudoir, Zhu Xuezhu sat quietly beside her bed, looking at Feng Qingyang lying on the bed. Her cheeks blushed slightly, and she moved closer to look at him carefully. The distance was so close that she could even feel their breathing.
I saw his tightly closed eyes trembling from time to time, perhaps he was having a nightmare, and his messy long hair covered his forehead.
Zhu Xuezhu gently reached out her hand to lift up a strand of his long hair. The contact of their skin felt like an electric shock. She withdrew her hand instantly, but still tucked the messy hair behind her ear.
Suddenly, a handsome face appeared clearly in front of her eyes. There was a deep layer of hostility on the resolute face, and his eyes were closed but trembling from time to time.
His face, which should have been bright and sunny, was filled with hostility and murderous intent. One could tell at a glance that he must have experienced countless battles.
Because of his drowsiness, the only visible two fangs on his lips were slightly extended, flashing with cold light, and looked quite evil.
Thinking back to the time when he was by the lake, his smile was unusually warm.
Zhu Xuezhu stared at him in a daze as he fainted, and before she knew it, she had become lost in thought.
"Are you really willing to be my big brother?" Zhu Xuezhu murmured to herself, and stretched out her trembling hand to gently stroke Feng Qingyang's face, and the feeling of electric shock came again.
But this time she didn't take it away.
Looking at Feng Qingyang's shredded clothes and the remaining bloodstains, Zhu Xuezhu pondered for a moment.
She fetched a bucket of water and pointed with her fingertips, and suddenly a flame rose up. Although she was only at the initial stage of Qi Refining, as the child of a super strong man, she could still use some small spells easily.
In a short while, mist began to rise from the water in the wooden barrel. As the mist spread, the entire boudoir was suddenly filled with a warm and ambiguous atmosphere.
Zhu Xuezhu gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and gently undressed Feng Qingyang.
In the end, Zhu Xuezhu stopped only when only a pair of white shorts was left.
Although Feng Qingyang was unconscious at the moment, Zhu Xuezhu still looked a little embarrassed and shy. Ning Jing's cheeks looked rosy, and she didn't know if it was because of the hot water mist or her own heart.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Feng Qingyang's upper body was naked, and his "copper skin and iron bones" retracted into his body after losing the support of his magic power, leaving behind a body full of wounds.
There were scars crisscrossing like bulging veins, which looked extremely hideous, and felt cold to the touch. Feng Qingyang had the soul of a human but the body of a zombie.
But his body is very unique, between human and zombie. His heart beats, but his body is cold. He has the fangs and nails of a zombie, but he is not as green-faced and fanged as ordinary zombies.
If someone asked him why he did so, he would probably attribute it all to his own Corpse King bloodline.
However, when Zhu Xuezhu saw these scars, her heart skipped a beat, as if she was heartbroken.
He looks handsome and young, but he has such strong strength.
I'm afraid these are all the results of his experience on the edge of life and death.
"What kind of person are you?" Zhu Xuezhu sat aside, holding up her chin, her eyes blurred. She could deeply feel a sense of intimacy with Feng Qingyang. This was not love at first sight, but a mutual attraction of lonely temperament.
She stood up and used her insignificant magic power to move Feng Qingyang into the wooden barrel.
Crash!
The water splashed up, like crystal beads dripping, splashing with a crisp sound. Feng Qingyang was fixed upright on the chair in the wood by her tiny magic power.
She rolled up her sleeves, revealing a piece of white and smooth arm. She waved her hand and a white handkerchief flew over. She looked at Feng Qingyang who was still unconscious sitting in the wooden barrel.
Zhu Xuezhu hesitated for a long time, but finally reached out her hand...