Rong Shang lowered his head and stared at her. After a long silence, he raised his thin lips nonchalantly: "Who taught you?"
Although he had a smile on his face, his voice was as cold as ice. Yu Zhengzheng's teeth chattered slightly and her little hands trembled as if she had epilepsy.
He asked her who taught her... Who taught her
"To the Protector." She whispered.
The smile on his lips remained unchanged. He slowly raised his palm and hovered it above her head. He slowly uttered two words from between his teeth: "Let go."
A strong pressure like a thousand-pound weight suddenly hit her. Her heart beat fast and her chest felt stuffy and painful. She wanted to breathe but couldn't catch her breath.
It was not until she removed her fingers from the warmth that the inexplicable pressure suddenly disappeared.
Rong Shang raised his hand slightly to stop his murderous intent.
She couldn't die yet, and he needed someone to apply medicine to his back.
He lowered his eyes slightly and inadvertently caught a glimpse of her arms, which were as white and smooth as lotus roots. Transparent frost crystals were slowly seeping out of the surface of her skin.
The inside and outside of the Luan Palace are covered with ten-thousand-year-old black ice. Not to mention a cultivator with no spiritual power, even King Shura cannot stay here for more than an hour.
Soon, she will be assimilated into an ice sculpture by the black ice.
Rong Shang took off his outer robe and threw it on her: "Put it on."
Yu Zhengzheng's body was a little stiff, and her ten fingers were out of control. It took a lot of effort for her to put on his white robe.
The area covered by the white robe instantly emanated a faint warmth, as if a hot pack was attached to her, gradually restoring her frozen body to normal.
Yu Zhengzheng carefully touched the white robe. The material was soft and silky, with a slight pearly luster. It seemed to be made of scaly-winged silkworm silk.
The Scaly-winged Silkworm is an ancient mythical beast. The silk it spits out is invulnerable to swords and guns, and is immune to water and fire. If the silk of the Scaly-winged Silkworm can be woven into a bracelet and worn for a long time, it can prolong the life of the wearer and greatly improve his cultivation.
Unfortunately, there are very few Scaly-winged Silkworms. There are only ten Scaly-winged Silkworms discovered so far. One strand of silk it spits out is worth three thousand top-grade spirit stones. Even at such a high price, it is still in short supply.
Her scumbag father was lucky enough to buy a scaly-winged silk bracelet, which was made of four silk strands. It was a gift from her scumbag father to Yu Jiangjiang for her fifteenth birthday.
Yu Jiangjiang was able to break through the foundation-building stage and enter the golden elixir stage before the age of eighteen, all thanks to the bracelet made of scaly-winged silkworm silk.
Yu Zhengzheng couldn't help but stroke the white robe with her fingertips. If this white robe was made entirely of scaly-winged silkworm silk, then it would be a rare treasure for practitioners.
It's a pity that she has wood spiritual roots, so it would be a waste for her to wear such a good treasure.
Yu Zhengzheng felt a little disappointed. If only... if she could also practice.
While she was in a daze, Rong Shang had already taken off his underwear and entered the hot spring. He placed his slender arms on the edge of the pool and said in a light voice, "Go get the medicine from the cabinet, the red bottle."
Take medicine? Is it the kind of aphrodisiac that can make old men regain their virility
She was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously raised her head and looked at him.
His back was to her, so she couldn't see his face clearly. She could only vaguely see his bare back through the mist rising from the hot spring.
Yu Zhengzheng's cheeks blushed. She had lived for two lifetimes and had never even been in love, let alone something like this.
If she hadn't wanted to avoid her senior brother, she wouldn't have come to such a haunted place and have to sleep with the Ghost King who couldn't even stand up.
In her mind, with the eldest brother's mother as the center and his father and uncle as the radius, she cordially greeted his ancestors for eighteen generations in Zuan dialect.
Yu Zhengzheng was in great pain, but to her, nothing was more important than staying alive.
She moved to the mahogany cabinet at a snail's pace, slowly raised her eyes, and searched around the cabinet for the red medicine bottle.
The cabinet was full of bottles and jars of all colors, except for a red bottle. She searched for a long time before she saw the red medicine bottle that the Ghost King wanted on the top of the cabinet.
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned. The cabinet was almost three meters long. Even if she stood on tiptoe, she was only about 1.7 meters tall. At most, if she added the length of her arm, she would still be far from the top of the cabinet.
The inner hall was empty, and there was no bench for her to stand on. If she wanted to reach the bottle of potion, she would have to be able to take off on the spot.
An unhappy voice slowly sounded: "Hurry up."
Yu Zhengzheng felt so aggrieved. She also wanted to go faster, but her height did not allow it.
She stood on tiptoe helplessly, stretched out her arms and spun and jumped again and again. The sound of her landing could be heard intermittently in the inner hall, with the occasional light cough caused by choking on saliva.
Sweat slowly dripped from her forehead. She was panting with her hands on her hips, her eyes red.
Perhaps because he jumped too high, the wound that had just stopped bleeding was opened again. Sticky blood slowly seeped out from the wound, and the tearing sensation doubled the pain.
Shanshui's words "The king hates the smell of blood the most" flashed through Yu Zhengzheng's mind. Her heart ached and tears suddenly fell.
A cold breath suddenly approached, and a body with a faint smell of licorice pressed against her back. A skinny, pale hand reached over her head and knocked on the red medicine bottle.
Rong Shang looked at her nonchalantly: "How stupid."
His subtext is, how dare you cry when you are so stupid.
However, Yu Zhengzheng understood it as how someone so stupid could still live in this world.
The pain from the wound, coupled with the fear of life and death, made her tears fall even more violently.
Even so, she didn't dare cry out loud. Her shoulders drooped and she could only shrug them up and down, with the occasional sound of her sniffling.
A faint smell of blood lingered in his nostrils. He lowered his eyes nonchalantly and vaguely saw her bleeding wound through the loose white robe.
The Chixiao Sword was a reward from Xiang Feng. Any part of the body that was wounded by the Chixiao Sword would bleed and swell repeatedly until the entire piece of flesh was festering and rotting.
It turned out that she was crying because her wound hurt.
His thin lips curled up and he chuckled.
But what does it have to do with him whether she feels pain or not
He turned around and left with the medicine bottle, then sat back in the hot spring.
Yu Zhengzheng gritted her teeth and waited for a long time, but he never made a move. It was not until the shadow covering her disappeared that she realized that he was gone.
She wiped her tears and snot and followed carefully.
Rong Shang didn't look back, but he knew she was coming. He put the red medicine bottle on the edge of the hot spring: "Apply the medicine to me."
Yu Zhengzheng opened her mouth, her voice still faintly filled with tears: "Isn't this food?"
Although she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs run. She had seen other people take this kind of medicine orally, but this was the first time she had seen it used externally.
Rong Shang was silent for a moment, then asked, "Have you taken this medicine?"
This is the dragon's spinal cord, which he extracted from more than a thousand dragons of the Donghuang Dragon Clan, and then gave it to a doctor to cultivate and make into a pill.
He always felt that the doctor had secretly kept the dragon's spinal cord. Could it be that she had it
Yu Zhengzheng shook her head: "I haven't eaten it."
She is a woman, why does she take Viagra for no reason
He closed his eyes and stopped talking to her: "Just apply it if I tell you to."
Yu Zhengzheng didn't dare to say anything more. Since he insisted on using it externally, she would just do as he said.
She poured out a pill from the red medicine bottle. The pill looked a bit like mcdonald's, and was very similar in size and color.
Yu Zhengzheng held the marshmallows and mustered up the courage to raise her head.
When she raised her eyes, she was facing his bare back. She looked at his back and slowly frowned.
The hideous and winding scar spread from the neck to the entire waist, like an ugly and long centipede piercing into the skin. It was horrifying at first glance.
In addition to this horrifying scar, his waist was also covered with black spell runes. Unlike tattoos, this black color was tinged with blood red, as if trying to suppress some evil spirits.
Yu Zhengzheng was horrified by what he saw. There was almost no intact skin on his body. He looked like a puppet that had been torn into pieces and then sewn back together.
Rong Shang leaned towards the edge of the hot spring pool, and tapped the edge of the pool with his thin and slender fingers: "What are you dawdling about?"
Yu Zhengzheng shuddered and was brought back to reality by his cold voice.
She clenched the marshmallows in her hand, gritted her teeth, stomped her feet, reached into the hot spring, and gently held Xiao Rong.
Rong Shang's body suddenly stiffened, and a sharp cold air emanated from her body, as if to split her into pieces.
Ask her to paint her back, what is she doing
Didn't he explain clearly
He opened his dark eyes, his voice slightly hoarse: "I asked you to apply it on the back."
Yu Zhengzheng also froze. What’s next
Which one behind
He is a victim
When Yu Zhengzheng hesitated, he seemed to feel the murderous intent coming towards him.
She didn't dare to question him, so she had to obediently hold the marshmallows, find the wrinkle, and roll around on it like a dung beetle rolling a dung ball.
When she rolled the second time, he suddenly took a breath and sucked the marshmallows in.