Feng Xun returned to Feng Residence, sitting alone in the study.
He opened the ice box of the Nirvana Heart Lotus, but as soon as it was opened, a burst of firelight rushed towards him from within the ice box.
Inside the ice box, was a fiery lotus the size of a bowl, with crimson petals and an ochre heart, crystal clear, utterly beautiful—the most enchanting flower in the world, quietly lying inside the ice box.
Beiqing was already entering late autumn, and during this season, a bit of coolness could already be felt.
Yet, the Nirvana Heart Lotus made the room suddenly enter a sweltering heat, with a surprisingly high temperature.
Had it not been that Feng Xun had a body of icy coldness, he might have passed out from the heat.
Thinking of Xue Pian Ran’s words just now, Feng Xun’s lips helplessly curved into a bitter smile.
Even with Dan Palace’s ice box, the Nirvana Heart Lotus must be used within three days after it is picked; otherwise, the petals would wither and lose all dicinal effects.
Originally, he intended to personally hand the Nirvana Heart Lotus to her.
He missed her deeply and was also very worried about her injuries, but...
"Wu Zhong." This na was almost hard to utter, and a bone-chilling sneer surged within his body.
The man’s lazy voice carried a touch of cold arrogance.
"Trash, what do you think I am, your errand runner?"
That was Wu Zhong’s typical indifference, and for so many years, the two of them were like water and fire, as if destined never to deal with each other like winter and sumr.
However, this trend had shown signs of loosening over the past year.
"You speak as if you’re very unwilling."
Feng Xun scoffed, his handso face filled with mockery and gloom.
"Rember, this is the last ti I act as your errand runner."
Suddenly rising, he walked to the bookshelf, pressed a chanism there, and a secret compartnt appeared in front of him holding a golden mask.
When Feng Xun put on the mask, he beca Wu Zhong.
Pale cherry lips curled playfully, Wu Zhong brushed his chin with his long fingers.
Ye Lingyue did not expect that Wu Zhong would be the one to deliver dicine to her.
Even Yan Jiu had not expected Wu Zhong to co in person; he had thought it would be Feng San.
"Wu Zhong, how co... cough cough." Before Yan Jiu could finish speaking, Wu Zhong threw sothing at him.
Yan Jiu caught it in his hand reflexively, and his gaze shifted with what he held.
It was actually a cucumber, and even more so, a cucumber that had been chopped in half.
A chill went through Yan Jiu’s heart, like a hot potato, he threw the cucumber far away.
Damn Wu Zhong, too evil.
This was a sheer threat.
Ye Lingyue, who was nearby, felt an urge to run at the sight of Wu Zhong, but under the man’s somber gaze, she could only obediently freeze in place.
She had no idea what Wu Zhong and Yan Jiu were talking about.
Taking advantage of their private conversation, Ye Lingyue curiously took a few more glances.
It must be said, Wu Zhong and Yan Jiu, two n of drastically different temperants, stood together not only without clashing but rather brought an unprecedented sense of harmony.
Wu Zhong was even slightly taller than Yan Jiu.
Suddenly, Yan Jiu shivered, quickly throwing sothing with his incredibly fast hands.
His movents were swift, and Ye Lingyue’s eyes were equally quick.
It turned out to be a green cucumber, given to Yan Jiu by Wu Zhong?
Ye Lingyue felt as if she had discovered a New Continent, carefully studying the aura between Wu Zhong and Yan Jiu again.
Could it be!
Wu Zhong and Yan Jiu? These two really do have the temperant of se and uke.
Just not sure, between Wu Zhong and Yan Jiu, who is the se and who is the uke?
Wu Zhong happened to look back and saw Ye Lingyue beside him, her stunning eyes boring into him and Yan Jiu as if she had discovered a New Continent.
Without changing his expression, Wu Zhong furrowed his brows slightly and threw a sentence to Yan Jiu.
"Within this month, the performance of Yan City No.9 must be doubled."
Yan Jiu imdiately burst into tears, dammit, Wu the narrow-minded, aren’t you being a bit too petty? Just because your woman got hurt, you take this private revenge, isn’t this a bit too much?
Within this month, to double the performance of Yan City No.9, isn’t this asking for his life?
Once again, with a cold gaze that could instantly turn Yan Jiu into an Ice Cone, Yan Jiu didn’t dare to complain further, silently picked up the half cucumber he had, and hurriedly left.
By the ti Ye Lingyue ca back to her senses, she found that at so point, only she and Wu Zhong were left in the room.
When she caught Wu Zhong’s gaze, subconsciously, Ye Lingyue wanted to hide.
"Can’t you be any less capable? A re Yan Yi Envoy and you can’t deal with it," the man began his venomous taunt.
"Wu Zhong, will you die if you don’t speak poisonously? That wasn’t just an ordinary Yan Yi Envoy, I heard his cultivation technique was even taught by you." Wu Zhong didn’t ntion it, but once he provoked, Ye Lingyue instantly flared up.
The Corrosive Soul Chain was indeed a gift from Wu Zhong to Zhan Feng.
"Inferior skills, yet only knows to complain." Wu Zhong would never admit, he also felt so regret in his heart.
He knew the power of the Corrosive Soul Chain.
This stubborn woman, she foolishly took it head-on.
Severe burns all over her body, how did she endure such pain.
With a grunt, Wu Zhong’s gloomy eyes made Ye Lingyue montarily think that the guy might disgracefully hit her.
She tried to run, but how could she compare to Wu Zhong’s movent technique. With a long arm, he swept her into his arms.
Feeling her lighter weight, Wu Zhong cursed Yan Jiu internally, what the hell was that guy’s way of taking care of people, didn’t they even let her eat?
"Little Yueyue, I’ve decided, to prevent you from embarrassing again in the future, after this injury heals, I will personally train you."
The word ’train’ gave Ye Lingyue goosebumps.
Just as she was about to explode, Wu Zhong already shouted decisively.
"Soone, prepare the secret chamber."
Wu Zhong was going to personally heal Ye Lingyue’s injuries.
This was also why Feng Xun had Wu Zhong co.
Xue Pianran had ntioned, to consu the Nirvana Heart Lotus, it requires the assistance of soone deeply skilled in power to achieve the best dicinal effect.
"I am an Alchemist, I can consu the Nirvana Heart Lotus myself," Ye Lingyue was unwilling to be alone in a room with Wu Zhong.
The oppression he brought was simply too strong.
"You have no say in this. For the next few days, no one except is allowed to co in and disturb," Wu Zhong left those words behind and carried Ye Lingyue into the secret chamber like an eagle catching a chick.
The secret chamber in Yan City No.9 was quite spacious.
Yan Jiu had already ordered his servants to prepare basic necessities such as a bed, water, and a special large wooden tub inside. The tub was emitting steaming mist.
"Let’s begin." Upon seeing the tub, Ye Lingyue frowned, but Wu Zhong’s lips curled into a smug smile, he loosened his hold and released Ye Lingyue.
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