This projection could also be seen by others, but until Xiang Feng cut off the screen, no one reacted to what had happened.
Yu Zhengzheng's face turned pale: "Are you kidding me, Protector Xiang?"
Shanshui looked at Yu Zhengzheng with pity: "Don't be afraid, Miss Zhengzheng. When you come out, I will use my ancestral craftsmanship to make a treasure for you."
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned for a moment: "I wonder what Miss Shanshui's ancestors did?"
Shanshui: "Coffin shop."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
Amid the envious, jealous (?) looks of the two sisters from the Yuling Sect, she slowly took out the mimosa given to her by the old rowing man, and was forced to go onto the single-plank bridge with Shanshui.
Yu Zhengzheng looked back at Xiao Yuqing expectantly, hoping that he would say to her in a very manly way: Don't be afraid, I'm here, you don't have to go anywhere.
Xiao Yuqing saw her looking back and noticed that she looked unconfident. He immediately made a cheering gesture with encouragement: "Miss Yu, you are the best. I believe you will become the best furnace in the world of immortal cultivation!"
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
Damn, do the people of Yuling Sect have Bubble Bar on their minds
Just as she was about to grit her teeth and continue walking forward, she heard Yu Jiangjiang calling out affectionately, "Sister, wait!"
Yu Zhengzheng's eyes were filled with tears. This little bastard usually treated her badly, but blood ties were still useful at critical moments!
She looked back with red eyes, thinking silently in her heart that if she could come back alive, she would abandon all her prejudices against Yu Jiangjiang and become a good sister who loves and cares for her younger sister...
Yu Jiangjiang looked at her storage bracelet with a distressed look on her face: "Sister, you probably won't be able to use those Guiyuan Pills anymore, why don't you keep them with me first? Otherwise, my storage bracelet won't open and all the Guiyuan Pills will be wasted."
The storage bracelets and storage rings in Penglai Mountain are all signed by a drop of blood to recognize their owner. If the owner dies, the storage bracelet will turn into a piece of scrap metal, and the things inside can never be taken out again.
Yu Zhengzheng almost couldn't help but hit Yu Jiangjiang on the head with the spiritual herb. She was about to argue with Yu Jiangjiang when a familiar song faintly rang in her ears. She had to collect her thoughts and walked towards the clouds ahead without looking away.
This Wuchuan River is more than ten meters wide, and the eerie green water in the river is exactly the same as the Dead Sea outside Guixu Mountain.
The only difference was that in the Dead Sea she only had to hold the spiritual herbs steady in the boat, but here she had to carefully cross the single-plank bridge while fighting the annoying illusions in front of her.
The handsome face of the eldest senior brother appeared in front of her again. After the last experience, she didn't even want to pay attention to him.
"Zhengzheng, I am willing to do anything for you, as long as you forgive me..."
"Zhengzheng, you must be tired of holding things in your hands, right? Can you let me hold it?"
He was like a clingy slug. Every step she took, he followed her closely, nagging her to admit her mistakes and trying all kinds of tricks to steal the magical herb from her hand.
If it weren't for the fact that she had to keep her balance at the moment and it was inconvenient for her to hit him with the spiritual herb, she would definitely let him feel the pleasure of being reduced to ashes.
It was only a ten-meter distance, but Yu Zhengzheng felt like she was about to walk the entire journey of her life. She had a poor sense of balance, and the single-plank bridge was made of just a rotten tree trunk. If she slipped accidentally, she would fall into the Wuchuan River.
When she landed safely, she patted her wet collar and lowered her head in confusion.
Why is it so wet? Is she scared and producing milk
When she looked carefully, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, because it turned out that the wound had burst.
Shanshui looked at her bloody white clothes and his face turned pale: "Miss Zhengzheng, please stop the bleeding. The king hates the smell of blood the most."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
She collapsed and widened her eyes: "Can you teach me how to stop the bleeding?"
Shanshui bent down and dug some mud from the ground, and whispered tentatively: "How about putting some paste on first?"
Yu Zhengzheng: “???”
In order to stop the bleeding as soon as possible, she took out the Guiyuan Pills and swallowed five of them in one breath.
After taking the pill, she felt as if a warm golden light surrounded her. In her mind, she recalled the cultivation secrets that she had peeked at in her scumbag father's study. She exhaled slowly and adjusted her breathing to an even speed.
The blood on the wound gradually coagulated. She took off her white outer skirt, tore off the lining and tied it to the wound, then took out another black skirt from the storage bracelet and put it on.
Shanshui nodded: "It tastes much lighter now."
Yu Zhengzheng finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Miss Shanshui, for the reminder."
The two continued walking forward, and the sea of clouds between the sky and the earth slowly disappeared. Before she could see the building in front of her clearly, she sneezed due to the cold.
"This is the Luan Palace. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, this was a temple where the goddess lived."
Shanshui pointed to a high place covered with thick snow and said in a low voice: "The temple was originally the most beautiful place in the world. After the goddess died, it became like this."
Yu Zhengzheng knew the goddess. The goddess was the daughter of the gods. She was a woman favored by heaven. She was born under the attention of the public. She was born to be a god and had natural divine powers.
The goddess does not need to practice, she is at the pinnacle of life when she is born. She looks down on all living beings and is revered by thousands of people. She can call the wind and rain, is immortal, and is worshipped by thousands of people in the human world.
But such a winner in life died miserably and helplessly, with no one to collect his body. Even the six realms applauded when they heard the news of the goddess' death, as if the goddess had committed some unforgivable crime.
Yu Zhengzheng had no idea what exactly happened back then. She just wanted to know why the Ghost King, her own son, didn't take her away with her when the goddess died.
The Ghost King inherited his mother's divine power, but he just did nothing to help people. Countless souls died at the Ghost King's hands, and no one knew when the Heavenly Dao would send a thunderbolt to make the Ghost King explode on the spot.
Yu Zhengzheng's hands and feet were numb from the cold, and her voice was trembling slightly: "Miss Shanshui, what should I do to survive?"
Shanshui was a little embarrassed: "The king's temperament is hard to understand. I have been with the king for thousands of years with my master, but I still can't figure out the king's thoughts."
When Yu Zhengzheng heard this, she almost burst into tears on the spot. Does this mean this trip will be a one-way trip
"Miss Zhengzheng, don't be afraid." Shanshui patted her arm and tried to comfort her: "The king kills quickly. It shouldn't hurt much if his hand goes up and his head goes down."
Yu Zhengzheng: “… ?”
She grabbed Shanshui's hand, tears streaming down her face: "Do you have any medicine like Hedinghong on you? Kill me directly and leave me a whole body."
Shanshui shook his head: "I don't have this kind of medicine, but Miss Zhengzheng can rest assured. If you are worried about the whole body, I can sew the detached head for you."
Yu Zhengzheng felt that if she spoke a few more words to Shanshui, she would not only cry, she already felt like she was about to pee.
Shanshui hesitated for a long time, and finally said something sensible: "The king likes obedient people, you must remember not to disobey the king, just follow the king in everything."
Yu Zhengzheng quickly wrote down these words. She wiped the tears from her eyes and asked, "Are there any other precautions?"
Shanshui counted on his fingers and told everything he knew: "Men all like women who are sweet-talkers. When you see the king, remember to say more things like 'It's so big', 'I like it', 'Harder'."
Yu Zhengzheng: "...Who taught you this?"
"I heard it outside Master's room. When a woman says this, Master will be very happy."
Shanshui looked up at the sky and said, "It's getting late. I have to go back to sleep with my master. You should go up quickly."
Yu Zhengzheng was completely confused. She looked at Shanshui who was gradually going away and decided that if she could get out alive, she must rescue Shanshui, the ignorant girl, from the sea of fire.
She looked at the Luan Palace covered with snow, slowly raised her stiff legs and walked towards the endless stone steps.
The Luan Hall was built on a high place, and it took a whole incense stick of time just to walk up the stone steps. She was wearing thin cloth shoes, and the stone steps were covered with thick snow. Every time she took a step, her entire ankle was immersed in the snow.
The higher you go, the stronger the howling wind and snow become.
The cold wind blew on her face like a stepmother's slap, scratching her face like a knife. Her feet were almost soaked in snow water. By the time she climbed to the highest point, her face and feet were so frozen that she had lost consciousness.
Yu Zhengzheng looked at the red-painted palace door, took a deep breath, and walked forward at a snail's pace.
If she wasn't about to freeze into an ice stick, she felt that she could stand outside the temple for another three days and three nights.
After entering the Luan Palace, Yu Zhengzheng realized how wrong she was. There was a thick layer of frost everywhere in the palace, like an ice cellar, and the temperature was almost the same as outside.
She sniffed and felt that even if she was not killed by the Ghost King today, she would be frozen to death here.
Yu Zhengzheng sneezed three times in a row and walked in tremblingly: "Yu Zhengzheng, a disciple of Penglai Mountain, pays homage to the Ghost King."
She didn't know where the Ghost King was. The Luan Palace was too big. The white gauze curtains on a dozen red-painted pillars fluttered in the wind, completely blocking her sight. She could only kowtow out loud.
A slightly cold voice came from the inner hall: "Come in."
Yu Zhengzheng hesitated for a moment. His voice was a little hoarse and sounded a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.
She didn't dare to pause for long. Shanshui said he didn't like being disobeyed, and she was afraid he would be unhappy if she waited too long.
There was a thin layer of ice on the ground, so she walked very carefully, fearing that she would slip and fall on her butt.
Yu Zhengzheng originally thought that the inner hall was also very cold, but after entering, she found that the inner hall was better than the outer hall. At least the ground was not frozen.
She didn't dare to look up at the Ghost King. With her lowered eyes she could only catch a glimpse of the edge of his white clothes.
Rong Shang stood by the hot spring, his fingertips gently stroking the texture of the Buddhist beads. He squinted his eyes lazily and said, "Come here."
She arrived just in time, as he was about to take a bath.
All the servants who used to serve him in Luan Palace have died. He didn't like noise, so his servants were all deaf and dumb.
He came back in a hurry this time and it would take time to select servants again, so he asked Xiang Feng to call Yu Zhengzheng over first.
Yu Zhengzheng didn't even dare to breathe, and walked towards him fearfully.
Her mind was in a mess and she didn't know what to do.
The Ghost King asked her to sleep with him, and since she was here, she was ready to lose her virginity, but when the moment really came, she couldn't help but feel timid.
The Shura King is more than 100,000 years old, and he is still a subordinate of the Ghost King. This shows that the Ghost King may be much older than the Shura King.
The Asura King already has the image of a greasy middle-aged man, and I'm afraid the Ghost King is not much better. Even if he is not a half-old man who is about to be buried in the ground, he must be at the level of a bald weird uncle.
She had just turned eighteen, and if the Ghost King was younger, she could still treat it as a one-night stand, but the Ghost King was more than a hundred thousand years older than her great-grandfather. Just thinking about it made her feel like she was going to die on the spot.
Yu Zhengzheng didn't know how much effort she had used to control herself from running away. She walked towards him step by step, as if there was a bottomless abyss ahead.
When she was still a few steps away from him, she stopped tremblingly, her head almost digging into the ground.
Rong Shang knew that she was timid, so he didn't scare her. He stretched out his arms and closed his eyes slowly: "Take it off."
Yu Zhengzheng shuddered. Take off
What the fuck, is it so exciting right from the start
Her heart seemed to be dancing on a grave and her breath was stuck in her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Yu Zhengzheng's white fingertips stopped at the collar belt around her waist, but she couldn't bring herself to move.
Rong Shang waited for her to take off his clothes, but she didn't move at all. He frowned unhappily: "I don't want to say it again."
Yu Zhengzheng was scared. The bloody hole on the male cultivator's neck and the half-lost tongue of the female cultivator on the ground flashed before her eyes. She tore off her sash with a sad face and quickly took off her dress.
After waiting for her to take off his clothes for a long time without success, he slowly opened his eyes and was about to teach her a lesson, but he saw her frantically taking off her clothes, leaving only a thin bellyband on her body.
Rong Shang was speechless: "I'll let you get rid of me!"
Yu Zhengzheng cried: "But I'm already taking it off!"
Seeing that she was about to take off her bellyband, Rong Shang sneered: "Do you want to die?"
Yu Zhengzheng was scared to death. Of course she didn’t want to die. King Shura hadn’t given her the ten thousand top-grade spirit stones yet!
Could it be that the Ghost King thinks she is not romantic
Shanshui's words sounded like an alarm clock, ringing repeatedly in her ears.
She gritted her teeth and rushed forward, grabbing his hips with her slender fingers: "You're so big! I like it so much... Do you want to be harder?!"