Baili An furrowed his brow, listening to the words without much reaction on his face, as if he heard a joke, simply closing his eyes and remaining silent.
The Female Demon Lord raised her cold gaze indifferently, glancing at Ning Feiyan in the herbal bath, her killing intent weaving like a thread, quickly disappearing.
In the Netherworld Palace, smoke curled in loops, curtains hung long in lancholy, as wind whispered through window fras, carrying the chill of a spring night.
During this ti, the Demon Lord ordered the maid to bring a new batch of herbal dicine and add it to the bath.
Though the Female Demon Lord was plotting sothing else, she did not renege on the previous agreent.
She unreservedly brought out the ancient secret scroll of the River Lord.
Such crucial matters were shown defenselessly to Yin Baishuang and Su Jing.
She generously lifted the prohibition on the secrets, allowing non-Demon Clan mbers to see the spiritually revealing text within them.
The aroma of herbal dicine filled the room, Baili An seemingly resting with closed eyes, while the hand he hid beneath the water regained so strength, quietly reaching for Ning Feiyan and grasping her ankle.
His actions were discreet, neither Su Jing nor Yin Baishuang, engrossed in the scroll, noticed.
Only the Female Demon Lord’s expression grew colder, as if she were suppressing so anger, yet did not erupt.
It wasn’t because she noticed Baili An’s gentle clandestine act, but because she suddenly saw sothing damnable!
Ning Feiyan put on a relaxed facade, although her body was severely hurt by Shedemon’s blade, the damage had long weakened her constitution.
The recent continuous battles had not allowed for proper recovery, now being captured by the Female Demon Lord to bleed into dicine, even a body of iron could no longer endure.
Just her temperant wouldn’t allow her to show weakness before others; after another batch of herbal dicine was added into the bath, the water beca increasingly frigid and piercing.
Her fingers placed on the tub’s edge turned cold and blue; this concoction seed to affect the living alone, as Baili An endured only the cold without further discomfort.
Yet the dicinal power gradually soaked into her body, as if thousands of ants were biting, combining sharp needles piercing the flesh, along with the cold and weakness from excessive blood loss.
When all these sensations intertwined, a tornting nausea rose in her chest and belly.
Ning Feiyan was fiddling with the floating herbs on the water’s surface, her eyes gleaming slightly.
Suddenly, a cold hand grasped her ankle underwater, she startled with a small flinch, making no sound.
Soon, that hand smoothly passed a warm spiritual flow, dissipating the pain within her body.
Ning Feiyan lifted her gaze, quietly watching Baili An’s closed-eyed appearance, seeming to comprehend sothing before turning her eyes to the Demon Lord.
Indeed, her gaze was absent yet eerily directed toward them.
Ning Feiyan’s brow lifted slightly, sensing a detail, following the Female Demon Lord’s haunted gaze toward Baili An’s chest.
Under Baili An’s breathing, a blood-red flower had originally spread over his body, now gradually fading with his stabilized breath, returning to its pale complexion.
And there, an inconspicuous pale gold mark erged clear.
Ning Feiyan felt a slight surprise in her heart.
She couldn’t help but squint her eyes, carefully examining the mark on his chest – although blurry, it was still recognizable.
It was the mark she playfully stamped on him with her private seal during their wild night in the palace.
So many days had passed, yet it remained?
The small mark was inconspicuous, yet Ning Feiyan was suddenly stirred by an inexplicable irritation.
A complex heartbeat climbed her chest, inexplicably causing her sudden sha and annoyance.
Although she could calmly bathe naked alongside a man without alarm even if seen by others, this small mark disrupted her mood.
Gazing at the Female Demon Lord’s sinister expression, Ning Feiyan knew this issue might not simply be resolved by bleeding.
Sure enough, it didn’t take long before it was clearly not yet the ti to add more dicine.
The Female Demon Lord, with a sullen face, summoned the herbal dicine maidservant again, and Ning Feiyan watched as she ordered the maidservant to add several tis the amount of dicine, pouring it all at once.
These Spiritual dicines were all cold-natured; although they could effectively replenish energy and blood, the use of dicine should be gradual and steady. If the dosage is too aggressive, it’s undoubtedly a drug as fierce as wolves and tigers for won.
Although the body’s energy and blood would be preserved in these seven days, this cold condition, festering inside, would eventually erupt, inevitably claiming life sooner or later.
More critical was the fact she still harbored a little one in her womb, and the Female Demon Lord’s intentions were vicious, aiming for more than just one person’s blood.
Knowing well the life-taking nature of these Spiritual dicines, Ning Feiyan squinted her eyes coldly, watching without intervening, sneering in her heart.
Since she could not tolerate her, there was naturally no reason for Ning Feiyan to continue holding back and being careful.
The Demon Lord, by her status, could indeed inflict various injuries on her body, but Ning Feiyan’s strikes were no less precise, swift, and deadly, each stab hitting the heart.
Amidst the sound of water rippling, Ning Feiyan lazily leaned against the edge of the tub, allowing Baili An to hold her ankle and enjoy the spiritual power he was transmitting.
While her other foot restlessly reached forward, the toes skillfully, gently stroked Baili An’s calf, as if teasing, as if seducing, then slid inch by inch upward.
Suddenly attacked, Baili An’s eyes abruptly widened; droplets of water fell on the eyelashes from the damp hair hanging at his forehead, setting off his dark, misty eyes with confusion and shock.
In the icy cold water, that entangling touch of skin against skin suddenly ignited a burning urge.
Their legs silently rubbed against each other, and Baili An shivered all over, with goosebumps prickling his skin. The slippery, warm sensation made his mind explode, leaving him clueless on how to react.
Ning Feiyan could feel Baili An’s body stiffening, her eyes curved with an enchanting allure as she nonchalantly ate a cherry.
She smiled lightly and said, "I am the master’s good dicine; Master, after consuming well, heal quickly, these ancient secrets are difficult to read, don’t overstrain the two girls from the Mortal World."
Yin Baishuang, who was reading, did not notice Ning Feiyan’s secret little action.
She assud it was a normal conversation and said without lifting her head, "Good that you know, I’m not from the Demon Clan. Reading these ancient River Lord secrets is useless and watching too much is indeed exhausting."
Yin Baishuang harbored deep resentnt.
The Gate couldn’t be ignored, and these ancient secrets were crucial, yet the Demon Lord couldn’t possibly let her take them out of the Netherworld Palace.
Reading was one thing, but enduring Su Jingyin’s deathly face was truly unpleasant!
Baili An’s face burned with embarrassnt; when had he ever been so teased in public, yet he couldn’t openly stop it?
With the Female Demon Lord’s petty nature, if she knew about Ning Feiyan’s reckless little move, she might have overturned the bath barrel imdiately.
He had to swallow his anger and, without a word, slip his other hand into the water to catch that mischievously exploring foot.
Who knew Ning Feiyan was prepared, taking the heated tea placed nearby and handing it to Baili An, saying, "Master, this tea is too hot, blow it for ~"
A cup of tea almost forcefully stuffed into his hand, Baili An took it unprepared, instinctively wanting to set it down, only to find there was not even a table nearby.
In the water, she placed the ball of her foot, rubbing lightly yet provocatively.
Baili An’s hand trembled, almost failing to steady the cup; so of the scalding hot tea splashed out, his eyes tinged red as his voice grew hoarse.
His tone no longer held that previous warmth, now tinged with anger: "Blow it yourself."
The Female Demon Lord sat up straight from the beauty couch, frowning, looking puzzled at the two inexplicably picking a fight, unaware of what had occurred.
Ning Feiyan’s art of mischief was far beyond the Female Demon Lord’s simple appeasents and coquetry.
One mont she was fine, and the next, without warning, she supported her forehead, her brows arched like faint clouds, eyes misty as if holding tears, her face exuding lancholy, her gentle breaths weak like a frail willow bending in the wind, embodying a feeble beauty surpassing that of Xizi:
"I have shed all my blood for you, Master, yet you won’t even cool a cup of hot tea for . I am heartbroken and might as well drown here, sob sob sob..."
Baili An was dumbfounded.
From which fervent, heart-wrenching story did she pick up such a dramatic performance?
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