Feeling the cool breath on her cheek, she leaned back subconsciously, but was restrained by his arms on both sides of the bamboo table and could not move.
"Why are you hiding?" He placed his thin and handsome chin next to her ear and chuckled, "Aren't you my woman?"
A breath of warm air penetrated into her ear, and a tingling electric shock sensation spread from top to bottom. She stiffened her back, and a blush appeared on her fair ears.
She lowered her head, her voice trembling: "I, I didn't hide..."
Rong Shang smiled and looked at her lazily: "Look up."
Yu Zhengzheng held her breath and raised her head obediently.
His lips were originally resting on her ear. She moved suddenly, and his slightly cool lips accidentally brushed against her earlobe, causing her body to soften and she almost collapsed.
Rong Shang raised his hand to hold her lower back, and the scorching heat seeped slowly into his palm through the thin layer of cloth.
In the silent bamboo house, the sound of swallowing saliva could be faintly heard. His eyes sank slightly and his Adam's apple rolled up and down gently.
A low, hoarse, and magnetic voice sounded in her ears, like a devil whispering, "I will help you practice, okay?"
Although the atmosphere in the room was full of love and affection, there was no trace of lust in his eyes, and a cold and sarcastic smile appeared on his lips.
He hates people who do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.
If she agreed to practice dual cultivation with him just for cultivation, then what is the difference between her and the goddess
In order to get a little bit of humble love, the goddess was willing to be treated as a prostitute and to be devoted to others. She would rather give her own blood to the old priest to be desecrated, and she was willing to tell the secret of the gods' soul to the third prince of Donghuang.
Today she could practice dual cultivation with him for cultivation, and tomorrow she could betray him for cultivation.
If she is such a woman, it is better to get rid of her as soon as possible to avoid leaving trouble for yourself.
A thin layer of frost formed on his palms. As long as she opened her lips to agree, this place would be where she would be buried.
Yu Zhengzheng looked a little dazed, perhaps because she was too close to him. His warm breath engulfed her, causing her brain to stop thinking.
She had been single for two lifetimes, which was almost forty years in total, and this was the first time she had been so close to a man.
Her eyes were fixed on his half-opened shirt, his flat and firm chest vaguely visible, and she didn't know if she would see King Oyster Mushroom or Enoki Mushroom if she pulled it down a little...
The window of the bamboo house was not closed, and the cool breeze blew in, gradually clearing Yu Zhengzheng's confused mind.
She knew about dual cultivation. Although the world of immortal cultivation did not forbid this form of practice, generally the cultivators who practiced dual cultivation were husband and wife.
Not to mention that the Ghost King has no name or status with her, if he were to give birth to a child, would she give birth to the child or not
If the baby is born, the Ghost King will at least give her a name.
How much dowry will be required, how many tables will be set for the wedding banquet, what to name the baby, whose surname the baby will have when he is born... these are all very tricky issues.
If the baby is a boy, it will be even more unfortunate. She will have to build a house for him and get a dowry to marry him off. If the baby's wife asks her who to save first if they both fall into the water, she will have to be tactful and sink to the bottom.
The more Yu Zhengzheng thought about it, the more disappointed she felt. The Ghost King was not helping her at all; he was clearly harming her!
She pushed him away and said coldly, "I don't want to practice dual cultivation."
Rong Shang lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up. The thin ice in his palm melted into a pool of ice water and disappeared without a trace: "Forget it if you don't want it."
He was about to leave when his eyes accidentally swept across an egg on the bamboo table.
The egg was about the size of a chicken egg, and its surface was glowing with a faint white light. Although the white light was extremely weak, he was able to capture it keenly.
Rong Shang raised an eyebrow: "What is this?"
Yu Zhengzheng said truthfully: "I cooked the eggs laid by this hen in Prince Yan's mansion this morning, but I haven't had time to eat them yet."
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the Chongming bird nestled at her feet.
The Chongming bird is extremely rare because its laying of eggs depends on its mood. If it is in a bad mood, it may not lay a single egg for tens of thousands of years.
He once kept a Chongming bird in captivity. After raising it for more than a thousand years, the bird did not lay eggs, so he stewed it and ate it.
She was lucky. Just a few days after she got it, the double-headed bird laid an egg for her.
He tapped the bird egg with his thin, slender fingers and shook it gently twice. Just as she said, the egg had been boiled.
The eggs of the Chongming bird cannot be cooked. If exposed to heat, they will solidify. Nowadays, the eggs must be re-refined in a container before they can be eaten.
Rong Shang held the bird egg in his palm and said, "This egg is for me."
He only brought two dragon spinal cords with him this time. If he stayed in this formation for too long, he might not be able to use them.
The eggs of the Chongming bird are extremely rare. Although they have little effect on the spell behind him, they can help relieve his pain.
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned for a moment and nodded.
It's just an egg, she's not such a stingy person.
She was about to say something when she felt a dull pain in her lower abdomen, as if she was pierced by thousands of fine needles, and large beads of sweat slowly dripped down her forehead.
Yu Zhengzheng was breathing heavily, her face as pale as paper, as if a hand was tightly grasping her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Rong Shang frowned: "What's wrong with you?"
The dull pain became more and more obvious, even making it impossible for her to speak.
She struggled to stand up, veins bulging on her temples. Her calves suddenly went limp, and she fell heavily to the ground.
Yu Zhengzheng prepared herself to fall face first to the ground, but the expected pain did not come, and she fell into a cold embrace.
Rong Shang held her waist with his arm, picked her up and walked towards the bed.
The bed was also made of bamboo, covered with a comfortable and soft quilt. It was spotlessly clean everywhere, making it easy for people to relax.
She was placed on the couch, her face pale and curled up into a small ball.
Pain surged into the bones of her limbs, and waves of dull pain attacked her, making her wish she could tear herself in half.
Rong Shang grasped her wrist, and through a layer of cloth, he used his spiritual sense to probe into her bone veins.
His brows furrowed tighter and tighter. It seemed that there was a domineering chronic poison buried in her body, which was eroding her flesh and blood bit by bit, which was why she was in so much pain.
When her internal organs are completely devoured by the poison, that will be the day she dies.
Rong Shang let go of his hand, his expression cold.
This poison will not take her life for now, it will only cause her great suffering. By sunrise tomorrow, the toxicity will have worn off.
Although she was just a nobody in Penglai Mountain, there were many people who wanted to kill her. Whether it was Madam Lu or Yu Jiangjiang, it was easy for them to drug her.
This is a chronic poison, so she won't die for the time being, and it won't delay his work.
As for whether she will die in the future, it has nothing to do with him.
Rong Shang lowered his head, he didn't move, and told himself so.
Since it has nothing to do with him, he should leave.
Thinking this, he turned around and took slow steps forward.
As he was about to leave the bamboo house, he heard an inaudible whisper from behind him: "Save me..."
Save me
He was stunned, chewing these three familiar yet unfamiliar words over and over again between his teeth.
Once upon a time, he had helplessly called out these three words over and over again in his childish voice.
He was locked in an iron cage, surrounded by square iron bars and covered with yellow cloth, shrouding him in complete darkness.
In order to make him surrender, the Third Prince stabbed his arms with embroidery needles, one needle after another, leaving dense needle holes all over his limbs.
The eye of a needle is not easy to see. If you whip him and damage his body, the Eastern Emperor priest will be unhappy.
The goddess kept crying, so he thought she still cared about him, and she kept calling out, "Mother, save me."
It was ridiculous that he was too naive at the time. She could even betray her own people, so what did he mean to her
He shouted for three days and she cried for three days. No one saved him, and he was sent to the palace of Donghuang worship with bruises all over his body.
His entire body was buried in the shadows, his lowered eyes concealing the expression in his eyes, making it impossible to tell what his emotions were at the moment.
Her voice became lower and lower, like a feather falling from the sky, and she received no response.
Yu Zhengzheng curled up, her whole body was cold as if she had fallen into an abyss. Needle-like pain spread throughout her limbs and blood. The tearing feeling swept through her body again and again, and it seemed that she would be torn to pieces at any time.
She looked at the beams of the bamboo house in despair. If only there was a piece of white silk, it would be enough to kill her immediately and stop this inhuman torture.
Perhaps she was hallucinating, as a white shadow actually appeared before her eyes.
Something pressed against the pale lips, and it felt cold and soft, like jelly.
She raised her head in confusion, and her eyes suddenly tightened.
It’s the Ghost King… The Ghost King is kissing her
She was in so much pain, and he was still thinking about how to molest her
With tears in her eyes, Yu Zhengzheng bit his lips hard.
The bloody taste of rust bloomed on the tip of his tongue. He slowly frowned and passed the last bit of immortal power on his lips to her.
The Chongming bird is an ancient mythical beast. Although its eggs cannot detoxify, they can help her relieve the pain. At least she will not feel pain for the next few days.
She boiled the bird's egg in hot water and it had solidified. He had originally planned to refine the egg in a container when it was useful.
Now he wants to give it to her, but he has no container to refine the bird eggs, so he can only use himself as a container.
It's a pity that he devoted himself to her and sacrificed himself, but she not only didn't appreciate it, but also bit him back.
Rong Shang let go of her and wiped away the red at the corner of his lips with his fingertips: "Ignorant wolf."
After leaving only these words, he walked away. Before leaving, he walked to the bamboo table and smeared the blood on his fingertips on the spiritual grass.
When he massacred the East China Sea with blood, their dragon scales turned into blood rain, and the soil wherever the blood rain passed turned into rotten land, causing the cultivators with wood spiritual roots to lose their source of spiritual energy.
Over a thousand years have passed, and the rotten land has long since turned into fertile soil, but the cultivators' spiritual herbs are unable to sense the faint wood spiritual essence. Only when the spiritual herbs are stained with the blood of the descendants of the dragon clan can they truly absorb the wood spiritual essence of the six realms.
If she didn't have spiritual power to protect her body, once the magical effect of the Chongming bird eggs wore off in a few days, she would start howling for help again.
He was not a double-headed bird, so he couldn't lay a second egg for her.
Now he is helping her practice, and if she feels pain again, she can just rely on her spiritual power to get through it. He will no longer care about this matter.
Yu Zhengzheng looked at his departing back in confusion. It took her a while to realize that she was no longer in pain.
Not only did she not feel any pain, she also felt light and comfortable all over. All the fatigue in her body was swept away, as if she had turned into a fish swimming in the sea, feeling light and comfortable.
She couldn't figure out what was happening to her. When she looked at the magical herb on the bamboo table again, she found that it had grown two inches taller and a small bud had formed in the core of the herb.
Yu Zhengzheng rubbed his eyes, thinking that his eyes were blurry.
But after looking at it a few more times, it still looks the same.
She got off the bed in a daze and picked up the spiritual herbs on the bamboo table. After a while, she pinched her thigh hard, only then she was sure that she was not dreaming.
Her spiritual herb is actually about to bloom and bear fruit? !
There are three categories of cultivators with wood spiritual roots. The first category is that after the spiritual grass blooms, nothing will be produced, which means they have no talent and don't need to dream of ascending to heaven. Cultivating to the Nascent Soul stage is already the limit.
The other type is the spiritual herb that bears red fruits, which represents control. This type of cultivator can control the spiritual plants of the six realms at will to attack and defend against the enemy.
There is also a kind of spiritual herb that bears green fruits, which represent healing. The cultivator has the ability to heal. Even if a person's soul is scattered, as long as one of his soul is still there, he can be rescued.
Most of the wood spiritual roots are of the first type with no talent. A very small number of cultivators are of the second type who can control the wood spiritual roots. The last type of cultivators with wood spiritual roots who possess healing powers became extinct tens of thousands of years ago.
Yu Zhengzheng didn't expect the spiritual herbs to bear fruit. As long as they could bloom, she would be so happy.
As she smiled, the smile on her lips froze.
He had kissed her just now, and the pain in her body was gone, and the spiritual grass even grew taller and produced buds... Could all this be because of that kiss
Yes, he had said that as long as she practiced dual cultivation with him, she would be able to practice, and then he kissed her for a while, and the spiritual herb began to change.
Yu Zhengzheng had a worried look on his face.
She could choose not to practice, but she couldn't stand the onset of the poison. If that was the case, wouldn't she have to ask him for a kiss to prolong her life before the poison took effect every day
She thought of his cold, dead face and shuddered subconsciously.
Never mind, I've got to get through today anyway. At worst I can find a way to kiss him again tomorrow.
Yu Zhengzheng slept very soundly that night. Before dawn the next day, she opened her eyes full of energy.
It turned out that things were different after she had cultivated herself. In the past, she was always very sleepy and couldn't wake up even after sleeping until noon.
She wanted to share the good news with Shanshui, but when she opened the door, she saw Shanshui squatting at her door like a stone sculpture.
Shanshui's eyes were red, and he rushed towards her when he saw her: "Miss Zhengzheng, Master doesn't want me anymore."
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned: "What happened?"
Shanshui cried and snotted: "Last night, Master went to apply medicine to Miss An Ning. After he came back, he said he wanted to sleep separately from me..."
"Since Master picked me up from the Holy Spring Water Steps, he has never slept apart from me. Did I do something wrong to make Master unhappy?"
The tip of her nose was red from crying, and Yu Zhengzheng was at a loss: "Don't cry, don't cry, or I'll go ask for you?"
When she said "ask", she meant asking about An Ning.
I’m afraid An Ning said something to Xiang Feng last night. Otherwise, why would Xiang Feng suddenly want to sleep separately from Shanshui
Shanshui choked up and twitched, feeling extremely aggrieved: "If I go to find Miss An Ning, will Master be even angrier if he finds out?"
Yu Zhengzheng patted Shanshui on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid. I'll go find An Ning and test it out. If your master asks about it, just push it onto me."
She comforted Shanshui for a while, and when Shanshui calmed down, she found the peaceful bamboo house and pushed the door open and walked in.
Originally she wanted to knock on the door, but then she remembered that she was here to confront An Ning, and if she knocked on the door, her momentum would be weakened by three points.
She hesitated for a moment in front of the door, and finally pushed it open.
An Ning gathered her clothes with a strange look on her face and sat up from the couch: "Miss Yu is really well-educated. She didn't even knock on the door when she entered the boudoir."
Yu Zhengzheng raised her eyebrows. Usually An Ning was timid in front of Xiang Feng, but today she was very eloquent.
As expected, An Ning is a high-level green tea.
She sat down on the bamboo chair without any hesitation and said, "Last night, when Xiang Hufa came to apply medicine on you, did you two chat until very late?"
An Ning frowned: "What does it have to do with you?"
Yu Zhengzheng sneered and was about to teach Green Tea a lesson, but when she raised her eyes, she saw a piece of clothing sticking out from the gap in the bamboo wardrobe.
The corners of the robe were made of black satin embroidered with cloud patterns, and it was obvious that it was a man's robe.
She was slightly startled, and suddenly remembered the panic that flashed across An Ning's face when she pushed the door open just now.
Could it be that... there is a man hiding in An Ning's closet right now? !