#eighty

The young man in his arms could no longer look anything like Leng Xianzun. Those hazy ink eyes were like a landscape painting that had been splashed with water and blurred. Everything was no longer clear.

Driven by the drug, he raised his head to kiss Tang Jin, grabbed her collar and pressed his hot face against her neck.

"You want me..." He grabbed Tang Jin's hand and put it on his body.

But he was probably still in some pain, so when he pressed Tang Jin's hand on his skin, he subconsciously relaxed a little more.

Tang Jin came to his senses, wrapped him in his robe and hugged him.

She took the people back to her bedroom.

The source of the fluorescent green vegetation was still being continuously fed into the young man's body. Tang Jin held Wen Zheyu in his arms and did nothing.

It's just that although the roots of the plants can restore the injuries in the young man's body, they have no ability to relieve the medicinal properties. Wen Zheyu hugged Tang Jin and reluctantly sat up.

The robe covering him slid down the scarred skin, and his bruised soles stepped on the quilt. He stumbled and sat astride Tang Jin.

Perhaps it was due to the injuries on his body that were involved when he sat down. His back was tense, and his legs curled up unconsciously.

When he calmed down, he leaned towards Tang Jin like an ignorant and unintelligent beast.

Tang Jin hugged him, pressed him, lowered his head and rested his forehead on his shoulder.

"Stop moving..." Her voice was a little low.

But Wen Zheyu couldn't hear it, the fire in his body had melted all his consciousness and reason.

Every inch of skin on the body is yearning for it.

Tang Jin hugged the man, but couldn't hold him tightly due to his injuries.

He was still continuing, but he still couldn't figure it out, his movements became more and more chaotic, and the temperature of his body rose instead of falling. Tang Jin felt like he was holding a ball of live coals.

Fluorescent green light penetrated into the completely destroyed meridians and organs, the iron nails driven into the back spine slowly fell out, and those horrific wounds gradually recovered.

His hand holding Tang Jin's shoulder gradually gained strength.

"Take me..."

Hot breath fell on Tang Jin's ears, along with Wen Zheyu's trembling voice: "Please."

…

There should be a bottom line in everything you do.

Wen Zheyu was arrested, interrogated, and tortured. From the perspective of the demons and the enemy of Wen Zheyu, Tang Jin never felt that there was anything wrong with his orders.

but……

He shouldn't be insulted.

After Wen Zheyu was arrested, she never went to the dungeon, nor did she ask anything about Wen Zheyu.

She avoided everything related to Wen Zheyu.

At first, Tang Jin felt that he just wanted to avoid suspicion.

But now she understands something.

Maybe she just didn't want to see Wen Zheyu like this.

…

For Wen Zheyu, who was no different from a mortal, the bottle of wine stuck in his throat was fatal.

That was enough to break the last bit of pride in his body.

He had no choice but to tighten his grip on Tang Jin's waist, hold Tang Jin's hand and reach behind him, his breath messy, "Please...you...please..."

Tang Jin grabbed his hand instead.

Wen Zheyu tried to struggle in confusion, but as soon as he moved, a pair of cool hands pressed down on his lower back.

Tang Jin lowered his eyes and put some force on his palms.

Those shallow eyes were like the ice on the lake, so clear that no trace of desire could be found.

The young man's voice in his ears has become increasingly hoarse.

The cold, aloof and unstained snow on the high mountains should not have its proud bones broken, step into the mud, and become like this.

After a long time, the dark vines finally followed the young man's will, wrapped around the young man's ankle, and went up.

Under the influence of the medicine, Wen Zheyu's body no longer needed any other preparations.

"Um……"

Wen Zheyu gradually stopped moving.

The bed curtain fell down little by little, and he fell into the soft and cool quilt little by little.

The drunken blush swayed under his eyes, but those dim ink eyes were always empty and unclear, unable to find the focus.

What they do should be hot.

But the breath between them was cold.

The light-colored eyes reflected the young man's appearance, calm and calm.

The blood moon slowly set in the west, and there was a dark blue line on the horizon. The water in those ink eyes suddenly trembled, and the dark pupils unconsciously expanded and then suddenly tightened.

Tang Jin's fingers tightened on Wen Zheyu's ear, and after a long while, her voice was low and hoarse:

"Relax..."

…

News in the palace always spread quickly, but this time, before the news started to spread, it was suppressed and silenced.

Qing Ji looked up at the corpse nailed to the dungeon wall. For a long time, her warning eyes fell on the jailer beside her: "Clean it up."

The bloody and cruel scene in front of them made people uneasy. Upon hearing Qing Ji's order, the jailers trembled and responded quickly.

As for other things, they didn't dare to ask any more questions.

After walking around the dungeon, Qingji left the dungeon.

She arrived outside Tang Jin's palace, knelt down and waited silently for a while.

After a long time, she quietly retreated without waiting for the call from the palace.

It was not until three days later that Qing Ji saw Tang Jin again.

In the meeting hall, a young man in black clothes held his forehead with his knuckles, looking lazily at the memorials on the table.

"Lord Demon Lord." Qing Ji bowed her head.

Tang Jin glanced at her and pressed the memorial in his hand, "You have worked hard these days."

"This is what my subordinates should do."

In addition to celebrating, the main purpose of holding the sacrificial ceremony this time is to summon the senior leaders of the demon clan to discuss the matter of starting a war with the sects of the righteous path after the sealing barrier is lifted.

It's just that she disappeared after the sacrificial ceremony, so those things could only be delayed.

Fortunately, Qing Ji was strong enough to temporarily use other methods to keep those high-level officials in the royal city.

In the afternoon, Tang Jin summoned all the top leaders of the Demon Clan to discuss the matter.

It's not quite right to call it a discussion. Tang Jin just informed them and had no intention of discussing with them.

"Can the barrier really be lifted?"

The matter of Wen Zheyu's arrest is actually still secret, and not many people know about it.

Having been trapped by the barrier for three hundred years and unable to get out, many people have already regarded the barrier as some unshakable behemoth. Listening to Tang Jin's words, it was inevitable that some people would raise this question.

Tang Jin glanced at the man, half-smiling but not smiling, "otherwise, where do you think I have been in the past fifty years?"

Although Qing Ji had been letting people create the illusion that Tang Jin had not left the palace when Tang Jin was away, but now that Tang Jin has returned, there is no need to hide anything anymore.

Facing Tang Jin's red eyes, the demon cultivator laughed a few times and said, "The demon is wise."

After that, I didn't dare to say anything more.

After hearing Tang Jin's words, the demon cultivators did not question it anymore. Soon, they left the palace and prepared to return to their own territory to gather the demon army to prepare for war.

By the time all the demon cultivators left, the sky had darkened.

Qing Ji originally thought that Tang Jin was going back to the palace, but she didn't expect that Tang Jin sat in his seat with his forehead propped up, closed his eyes, and didn't move again for a long time.

Qing Ji lowered her head and slowly retreated.

When the blood moon moves over the head and the shadow of the sundial turns around, unlike demonic cultivators, people usually fall asleep soundly at this time.

Tang Jin returned to the palace.

As soon as she stepped into the bedroom, she paused for a moment.

After a while, she returned to normal and slowly walked to the bed.

After some distance, she stopped.

Behind the drooping gauze curtain, the young man who had been asleep before she left had already sat up.

The light in the dormitory was dim, and the hazy gauze also blocked people's sight. Tang Jin couldn't see Wen Zheyu's expression clearly, and she didn't know what he was thinking at this time, but she knew that he was awake.
Chapter completed!