The room was silent for a moment. Yu Zhengzheng stood stiffly, not knowing whether to leave or stay. Her face turned green with embarrassment.
When they were talking in the room just now, they said 'time is running out' and 'it's dangerous'. She always felt like she had accidentally overheard something terrible.
Does Xiao Yuqing have some unspeakable secret
If she accidentally discovered his secret conversation, would he choose to kill her in anger
Thinking of this, Yu Zhengzheng's calves went limp and she subconsciously took two steps back.
Xiao Yuqing came out from behind the screen. He had a communication bracelet on his thin wrist, which was glowing with a faint light.
A man holding a long sword in his hand appeared in the air. His fingers were pinching the snake's vital point. His face looked a little unhappy, and he was still muttering: "Brother, is this its weak spot? I'm so afraid it will bite me..."
Xiao Yuqing said helplessly: "If you are afraid of snakes, don't use them to make pills. This snake is ferocious and poisonous. If you get bitten, even the Great Luo Immortal can't save you."
The man said with a determined look: "No! Master said I have no talent and cannot make good pills. No matter how dangerous it is, I want Master to look at me with new eyes."
After saying that, the man unilaterally cut off the communication.
Xiao Yuqing pushed the door open and walked out, with a gentle smile in her eyes: "I was just communicating with my junior brother, is there anything Miss Yu wants to talk to me about?"
This scene was obviously different from what Yu Zhengzheng had imagined. It turned out that he was talking to his junior brother, and all the dangers and weaknesses were referring to the poisonous snake in his junior brother's hand.
She raised her head and glanced at him. Her calves, which had been shaking left and right, stopped trembling and an unnatural blush appeared on her pale face.
Xiao Yuqing had just finished bathing and was wearing only a single white garment. The collar of his shirt was lazily open, revealing his firm and flat chest.
The black hair draped behind her shoulders was wet, with strands of water slowly dripping down from the wet ends. Her cold white skin was like a carefully carved unpolished jade, revealing a hint of abstinence.
Seeing her blushing and silent, Xiao Yuqing was slightly startled, and followed her gaze to look at his half-exposed chest.
He raised his bony hands and pulled up his lazily hanging collar, saying apologetically, "I didn't expect Miss Yu to come to this courtyard. I am sorry for being rude."
Yu Zhengzheng waved her hands quickly: "I am sorry for being rude. I remembered that Miss An Ning had soiled Brother Xiao's clothes because of the soup I cooked, so I wanted to come over and take a look."
Xiao Yuqing smiled and said, "It's okay, just change your clothes."
Having said this, the two of them stared at each other in silence.
Perhaps feeling that the atmosphere had cooled, Xiao Yuqing looked at the porcelain basin in her hand and said with a gentle smile: "Is this the tonic soup cooked by Miss Yu?"
Yu Zhengzheng nodded: "It's my first time cooking, so the taste might not be very good."
She lied. This was her seventh year cooking after she transmigrated into the book.
She knew that the food she cooked was unpalatable, but when she mustered up the courage to send a lunch box to her senior brother, he always finished the food. This made her mistakenly believe that her cooking skills had made a qualitative leap.
It was not until she regained her memory that she found a black dog in her senior brother's residence and a familiar food box next to the black dog.
Only then did she realize that she had been cooking for a dog for seven years.
Anyway, no matter what, she would never admit in front of Xiao Yuqing that her cooking was bad.
Xiao Yuqing's smile remained unchanged: "Can I try this soup?"
Yu Zhengzheng's face turned pale, her back stiffened, her eyes full of rejection: "If Brother Xiao wants to taste my cooking, I'll cook a few more dishes for you tonight."
Xiao Yuqing was stunned and stretched out his hand: "There's no need to be so troublesome, I'll just drink this..."
Before he could finish his words, a figure hurriedly walked into the yard. He was dressed in a deep blue satin robe, and it was obvious that he was the Seventh Prince.
The Seventh Prince came over in a hurry, and when he saw the soup in her hand, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Can I drink this?"
Yu Zhengzheng got angry when she heard this. She rolled her eyes and said, "Nonsense, of course I can drink it."
The Seventh Prince snatched the porcelain basin from her hand, tilted his head back and gulped down the bullwhip soup in the basin.
He was halfway through drinking when he realized the taste was wrong, and quickly spat out the bullwhip soup in his mouth: "Ugh—"
The Seventh Prince vomited and cursed: "Who made this soup? Is there shit in it?"
Xiao Yuqing stretched out his fingers eager to try, then retracted them.
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
The Seventh Prince had just returned from the South China Sea. After talking to her last night, he left the Heavenly Palace. As soon as he returned to the South China Sea, he was punished by his mother.
His mother scolded him for overestimating his own abilities and said that he was asking for humiliation by going to the Ghost King for revenge and was asking for his own death.
She locked him up in a dungeon and sent tens of thousands of soldiers to guard him, saying that he would be forced to reflect on his mistakes for ten years, and then released from the dungeon when he realized his mistakes.
Although the fact that Lei Gong and Dian Mu secretly sent down thunder has not yet been discovered by the Emperor of Heaven, if he wants to ask Lei Gong and Dian Mu for such a favor in the future, they will never agree to it.
He had gone through great pains to escape, and now when he saw the woman Yu Zhengzheng, he hated her so much that his teeth were itching.
The Seventh Prince dragged Yu Zhengzheng out of the yard. He gritted his teeth and said, "I will remember what you did last night!"
Yu Zhengzheng looked puzzled: "I was drunk last night and didn't do anything."
Seeing her innocent look, the Seventh Prince's eyes were filled with anger. "I asked you to drug him, but you went out to drink? I finally persuaded the God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning to send down thunder, but you messed it up!"
He was too lazy to talk nonsense with her. Clouds rose under his feet and he said cruelly, "I won't kill you. If that old villain doesn't die within a hundred days, then you can just wait to die!"
After saying this, the Seventh Prince waved his sleeves and ran away on the clouds.
He had to go out and hide first, so as not to be found and captured by his mother.
Yu Zhengzheng looked at the Seventh Prince's back with a slightly melancholy look on his face.
Her alcohol tolerance was so poor that after three or five glasses of wine she was already drunk and unconscious.
She couldn't remember what happened after she drank, but one or two vague fragments flashed vaguely in her mind.
Fortunately, she was more careful that day and kept some antidote. Even if the Seventh Prince ignored her, she could find a doctor to try to prepare an antidote.
There are still more than ninety days left, so there is no need to be too anxious for now.
When Yu Zhengzheng returned to the courtyard where the women lived, she found Shanshui's face full of joy. She asked curiously, "What's the good news, Miss Shanshui?"
Shanshui said happily: "King Yan just sent the heirloom over, and we can set off to return to Xushan today."
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned: "Family heirloom?"
Shanshui nodded: "Last night at three o'clock, Nangong Tianba was drinking and admiring the moon by the boat, and he accidentally fell into the river. The princess happened to come out to get some fresh air and saved him."
She was stunned: "That's it?"
Then it would be too easy for him to be captured, which is totally inconsistent with his domineering personality.
Shanshui grinned, "Of course not. The princess took him back to the room to bathe and change clothes, and they had sex. This morning, the princess left a divorce letter and ran away. Nangong Tianba posted notices everywhere, trying to find the princess."
The corners of Yu Zhengzheng's mouth twitched. She had already anticipated what would happen next.
If nothing unexpected happens, the princess will get pregnant. Many years later, Nangong Tianba encounters the princess by chance and discovers that the princess is surrounded by a pair of genius twins who look just like him and have high IQs.
It's a typical old-fashioned female-oriented novel. She has even thought of a title for the novel: "The Donkey Prince: The Beautiful Princess Runs Away with the Baby."
Yu Zhengzheng hesitated for a moment and asked, "When are you going back?"
She has given up struggling now.
Not to mention that there was a broken chain tied around her ankle, and she was in dire straits wherever she went. Now she was also poisoned. Even if she hid in the human world, she would just be waiting to die.
We will die wherever we go anyway, so it is relatively safer to return to Xushan.
Shanshui thought for a moment and said, "Master is waiting for the king. He will leave after he gives the heirloom to the king."
When Yu Zhengzheng heard Shanshui mention the Ghost King, he felt a little puzzled.
He appears and disappears mysteriously all day long, and no one knows what he is doing in secret.
Xiang Feng was still in An Ning's room. When Yu Zhengzheng and Shanshui went in, he was changing An Ning's medicine.
Shanshui stepped forward and said, "Master said yesterday that he wanted to discuss with Master Xiao about sending Miss An Ning to Qingcheng Mountain. I will go and ask Master Xiao to come over now..."
Before she finished her words, Xiang Feng interrupted her: "No need, she will go back with us."
Shanshui was stunned and bit his lips lightly: "Why?"
Xiang Feng didn't say anything. He lowered his eyes and stared behind An Ning's ear.
Behind her earlobe, there is a small, bright red mole, exactly the same as the red mole on Xuexi's ear.
It’s not that no one has pretended to be Xue Xi before, but the details of their disguises were too careless, so even if he wanted to pretend not to see, it would be very difficult.
They couldn't pretend to be like Xue Xi because they had never seen Xue Xi, and they didn't know where the scars or birthmarks were on Xue Xi's body.
An Ning is the woman who looks most like Xue Xi. Her every frown and smile can be seen in the shadow of Xue Xi.
The reason why he could remain rational towards An Ning was because he knew Xue Xi was dead.
But when he was applying medicine to An Ning, as soon as An Ning lowered her head, he saw the red mole, the red mole that belonged to Xue Xi.
He asked about An Ning's life experience, but An Ning said that she had a serious illness a few years ago and remembered nothing.
If, if she is really Xue Xi...
Xiang Feng raised his eyes and said with some toughness in his voice: "No reason."
The mountains and rivers fell silent.
She felt a little aggrieved and thought her master was a little fierce today.
He had never been so mean to her before.
Yu Zhengzheng really couldn't stand Xiang Feng's behavior, but she was just an outsider. She could stand up for the injustice between Shanshui and Xiang Feng, but she couldn't interfere.
Just as she was considering how to speak up for Shanshui, a white figure walked in slowly from outside the house.
Rong Shang glanced at Yu Zhengzheng lightly, and then set his eyes on Xiang Feng: "Where is the thing?"
Xiang Feng stood up and handed him the yellowed envelope with both hands: "King Yan said this is the heirloom."
He lazily raised his eyelids, slightly raised his bony hand, and glanced past Xiang Feng at An Ning with a casual look.
He narrowed his eyes, and raised his blood-red lips slightly: "What's wrong with your feet?"
An Ning was stunned. Her arms hanging on the couch trembled twice, and she timidly hid behind Xiang Feng.
Xiang Feng seemed to see that she was afraid, so he took a step forward and blocked his inquiring eyes: "I got hurt accidentally last night."
He couldn't help but begin to doubt.
An Ning had never shown fear towards the king before, but today she trembled when she saw the king. Why was that
Where did the king go last night, and what happened to the white robe that was left under the couch in the room
He snorted lightly, and with his lightly calloused fingertips, he gently turned the jade ring on his thumb.
Is he that scary
He won't eat people, what is she afraid of
Rong Shang ignored An Ning and opened the envelope, pulling out the yellowed white paper inside.
A thousand years ago, he went on a killing spree in the East China Sea, almost slaughtering all the descendants of the Donghuang Dragon Clan.
The Third Prince, the person he wanted to kill the most, had already died tragically on his bed before he arrived at the Dragon Palace.
He didn't know who killed the Third Prince, and he didn't care about it. After all, he had killed so many people, so it was natural for others to blame him for this death.
The only ones who escaped alive from the East China Sea were the Third Prince's wet nurse and his wife and children, whom he cherished like treasures.
The wet nurse didn't know where she hid the mother and child. He searched for them for more than a thousand years, but to no avail.
The only wet nurse who knew their hiding place was murdered more than ten years ago. He found the wet nurse's child, a boy named "Rong Tu".
The young boy knew nothing about what his wet nurse had done and stubbornly believed that he had killed her. He insisted on going to Mount Penglai to practice, dreaming of taking revenge on him one day.
So, adhering to the idea of not leaving any harm to himself, he happily killed the young man and took his place to report to Penglai Mountain.
He believed that the wet nurse must have said something to the boy, otherwise why would the boy insist on going to Penglai Mountain
But maybe he was overthinking. After lurking in Penglai Mountain for ten years, he still didn't find any clues.
Just a while ago, a subordinate sent a letter reporting that traces of the mother and son's past life were found in Prince Yan's Mansion.
This letter was written by the ancestor of King Yan, who once took in the mother and son and sent them away from the human world before his death.
Perhaps wanting to leave them a way out, she wrote a letter to her descendants, hoping that if they returned to the human world, their descendants would treat her and her son well.
Rong Shang glanced at the letter and found that in addition to the lengthy exhortation to future generations to treat them well, the letter also mentioned two places in the world of immortal cultivation at the end.
Penglai Mountain and Qingcheng Mountain.
He read the letter carefully again before folding it and putting it away.
Rong Shang said thoughtfully: "Return to Xushan."
Xiang Feng responded and told Shanshui to ask everyone to pack their things.
Rong Shang turned around and was about to leave, and Yu Zhengzheng quickly followed him.
She smiled attentively, with a hint of temptation: "Do you see the chain on my foot?"
He turned his head, his thin red lips set off his cold white skin, he looked at her with a half-smile: "Very beautiful."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
"No." She tensed her arms hanging at her sides, bit her lips lightly, and mustered up the courage to ask, "We are all going back, and I won't run away. Can I take off this chain?"
Her slender white fingers tapped on her palms, and perhaps because of nervousness, her whole face was buried in the shadows. Her long, slightly curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and a faint luster appeared on her cherry lips that were tightly clenched. She looked like a docile and well-behaved cat.
He tilted his head, a faint smile on his lips: "Okay."
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned, almost thinking she had heard wrongly. She suddenly raised her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Is it really okay?"
Rong Shang nodded slightly: "You can chop off your feet."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
She came to her senses and cursed in her heart, "What a bastard."
If you really want to take off this dog chain, you can forget about counting on him.
While the two were talking, a pitch-black crow flew in from outside the house and landed on Xiang Feng's arm.
Xiang Feng took the letter from the crow's feet, glanced at it briefly, and handed it to Rong Shang respectfully: "I don't know who spread the rumor that you are seriously injured and incited the six realms to snatch your soul."
Use the primordial spirit of the descendants of gods to refine elixirs. After taking the medicine, one can live forever and keep their appearance unchanged. The most important thing is that the cultivation level will increase dramatically. This primordial spirit is equivalent to millions of years of dedicated cultivation.
At the beginning, because of the ignorance of the goddess, she revealed the secret of the gods to the third prince. The third prince lured the goddess to reveal the weaknesses of the gods, and then sold the news to the evil cultivators.
In order to obtain the gods' spirits, the demon cultivators colluded with the Third Prince and conspired for a massacre. They took advantage of the close relationship between the Third Prince and the goddess to easily subvert the gods.
Ever since the goddess died, Rong Shang has become the last god in the world.
No one knows how many demon cultivators have tried to target him, but he doesn't look like a good guy. He has a sinister and bloodthirsty temperament, and his divine power is so strong that before the demon cultivators could catch up to him, he would go straight to their lair and slaughter tens of thousands of them by himself.
The demon cultivators who were lucky enough to survive hated Rong Shang to the core, but they didn't dare to seek revenge and could only endure and bide their time.
Now hearing that Rong Shang was seriously injured, I'm afraid he will be ready to make a move and send someone to assassinate him as a test.
There was a hint of subtle temptation in Xiang Feng's eyes as he looked at Rong Shang.
Those who want to kill the Ghost King are spread across the six realms.
If the news of his injury was not a rumor, those who wanted to kill him would come in droves, like a plague of locusts.
So, is the Ghost King really injured
General Rong took Xiang Feng's expression into his eyes. He sneered and smiled, "Come and rob me. I'll be waiting for you anytime."
God is God.
Even if he had only one breath left, as long as his divine power remained, no one could escape alive from his hands.
When Yu Zhengzheng heard the conversation between the two, she felt creepy.
She knew the legend of the primordial spirit and thought it was just a rumor, but now seeing the Ghost King's reaction, it seemed that it was really true.
Demon cultivators are all evil creatures who have lost all conscience. They eat human flesh and drink human blood. The cultivators in the immortal world will flee when they see demon cultivators. These demon cultivators are a hundred times more terrifying than zombies.
From what Xiang Feng said, the demon cultivator is here to steal the ghost king's soul
Yu Zhengzheng's scalp tingled, and she cautiously asked, "Aren't you going back to Xushan now?"
Then leave quickly, leave quickly, and don't go back with them.
Rong Shanglan raised his eyelids lazily and saw through her thoughts at once. He looked at her with a smile: "Why? You want to go with me?"
Without waiting for her answer, he continued, "Since you are begging so sincerely, let's go together."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…” Who the hell wants to go with you? !
She wanted to resist, to struggle, to slap him in the face and ask him why he couldn't have a little more shamelessness at his age.
But she only dared to think about it, and then shrank aside in disappointment.
Shanshui quickly gathered everyone together. After hearing that they had completed the assessment task, they all seemed to be in a good mood and were chatting and laughing.
Yu Zhengzheng had nothing to pack, so she took back the hen that was thrown in the small kitchen. The hen could lay eggs, so it would be nice to bring it back to Huixu Mountain to keep her company.
After saying goodbye to King Yan, everyone left the capital and flew away on their swords.
It was windy outside, so everyone had to slow down their flight.
The task of flying Yu Zhengzheng was once again handed over to Shanshui. Perhaps it was because Shanshui had not eaten for the past two days, so it was a bit strenuous for him to carry her, and he was exhausted halfway through the flight.
Originally, Yu Zhengzheng wanted Shanshui to take a rest before leaving, but Shanshui was afraid of delaying everyone, so she forced herself to take her away.
When passing through Shayu Valley, An Ning's face turned pale and she grabbed Xiang Feng's arm: "Brother Xiang Feng, I feel so uncomfortable."
Seeing that she looked unhappy, Xiang Feng had no choice but to let everyone land and rest for a while.
As soon as An Ning landed on the ground, he held onto the rocks and vomited, but after vomiting for a long time, he could not vomit anything except some sour water.
Yu Zhengzheng's face didn't look good either. Because of the wind, they flew much slower this time than last time. If they continued to delay like this, it was unknown when they would be able to reach Guixu Mountain.
This is a chronic torture for people who are afraid of heights.
The wind in Shayu Valley is stronger than in the human world. There are many small tornadoes on the ground, which blow up the sand on the ground and make it fly wildly in the air.
Two male disciples from Mount Penglai came to Shayu Valley for the first time. They looked around curiously at the steep rocks on both sides.
Shanshui seemed to be worried and pulled her forward. She guessed that Shanshui might not want to see An Ning, so she didn't say much and just walked away with Shanshui.
Before I had walked far, I suddenly heard a sharp scream from the front.
She raised her eyes and saw two male disciples sinking down at an odd speed on the sand not far away.
They were sinking at an alarming speed, as if someone was hiding in the sand and pulling them down.
Yu Zhengzheng subconsciously stepped back, but found that her feet also sank into the sand. The thick quicksand buried her ankles, and it seemed as if there were huge suction cups hidden under the soles of her feet, making her unable to move.
The ground at the foot of Shanshui also sank. Shayu Valley is the only way to Guixu Mountain. Shanshui has passed through here more than once, but this situation has never happened.
She kept trying to struggle, but not only did she fail to break free, she sank even faster.
Yu Zhengzheng raised his hand and shouted in a low voice: "Shanshui, don't move!"
Shanshui's eyes were full of fear, but when he heard her screams, he obediently stopped struggling and maintained his original posture.
Shanshui was obedient, but the two male disciples were not so lucky.
They were already stuck in the quicksand, and as they struggled, they sank faster and faster. They didn't know what they were stepping on, and when the quicksand reached above their waists, they felt a dull pain tearing at their heart and lungs.
It was as if there were thousands of sharp knives cutting the soles of their feet, shaving off piece after piece of flesh, and the blood gushed out uncontrollably.
This was not an illusion, they felt a sticky and wet sensation under their feet, and the golden quicksand around them was stained with a hint of blood-red, bringing them to the brink of collapse.
They twisted their bodies vigorously and cried for help, but before anyone could come to save them, the quicksand had already swallowed their heads.
The quicksand was dyed red with blood, and a faint crunching sound could be heard beneath the quicksand, as if some monster was gnawing at their skulls.
Feeling that her feet were sinking faster and faster, Shanshui was terrified. She cried out in tears: "Master, Master—"