The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 9 The feeling of heartbeat

Nanchang Yue smiled coldly and sneered at the bitter medicine.

"Afraid of hardship?"

His eyes were full of disdain. What did this woman think of him?

He took the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp. The bitterness instantly spread from his throat to his entire stomach, and he even felt that his tongue was numb with bitterness.

Nanchang frowned tightly, and his heart surged.

Feng Ling observed quietly from the side, thinking: The system has added three times the special effect Coptis chinensis this time, let's see how long he can last!

Seeing the pain on his face, Feng Ling smiled and handed over a candied fruit.

"This is to relieve pain." She said softly, "When I was sick and refused to take medicine when I was a child, my mother would use this to comfort me."

At the same time, she handed over another cup of spiritual tea,
  "If you feel it's too sweet, you can drink some spiritual tea to relieve your thirst."

Just as Nanchang was about to get angry, Feng Ling explained: "The candied fruit that was just used to relieve bitterness can remove the bitterness of the medicine."

Feng Ling looked at him with a smile, "I refused to take medicine when I was sick when I was a child, so my mother used candied fruits to comfort me."

Feng Ling handed the tea in her hand to Nanchang Yue with great expectation.
  However, the moment she raised her hand, the tea cup was overturned, followed closely by a pair of strong hands that tightly grabbed her wrist.

A coldness flashed across Nanchang Yue's face, and his eyes became dangerous.
  "Who asked you to do this? Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

He was referring to her unauthorized act of stuffing candied fruit into his mouth. Except for Feng Qianqian, no one had ever dared to treat him like this.

She looked up at him with a helpless look on her face.
  "I didn't...I just wanted to make you feel better."

Nanchang Yue said nothing, and the strength of his hands did not relax at all. As his hand became harder and harder, her face gradually turned pale.

She bit her lip gently, "Hiss...it hurts, Demon Lord, please be gentle..."

Her arms were shaking slightly because of the pain, and there was a nervous look in her eyes.

This weak and defenseless look made Nanchang realize more and more that she was different from Feng Qianqian and most of the monks in the world of cultivation.

She has no spiritual power at all. Even if she really has any evil intentions, she doesn't have that ability.

The thought lessened his doubts a little.

Hearing her faint cry of pain, Nanchang Yue realized that he was squeezing the wound on Feng Ling's wrist hard.

This wound was accidentally caused by a broken porcelain piece when Feng Ling fell down just now. The wound has not been treated yet and there is still blood oozing out.

His fingers paused the moment they touched the wound, and the warm liquid wetted his palms.

Because Feng Ling was wearing a red skirt, the wound had never been discovered.

Nanchang Yue immediately let go of his hand, trying his best to suppress the irritability in his heart. He said calmly:
  "Don't do such unauthorized things again in the future. I don't like others touching me casually."

Feng Ling pursed her lips, raised her head, met Na Changyue's eyes, and said softly, "Yeah."

She didn't seem to be offended by Nanchang Yue's words, which confused him.

Did she really think that in this way, he would stop caring about everything she and her family had done?

Nanchang Yue narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling something was wrong.

Ever since he decided to keep Feng Ling alive, he began to feel that something was wrong. What does this woman want?
  Did she really think she could become the Demon Queen of the Demon City? Nanchang Yue couldn't help but feel ridicule in his heart.

But Feng Ling had no idea what he was thinking. She was squatting on the ground, carefully picking up the scattered pieces of the tea set.

There were cuts on the back of her hands, which looked distressing. Nanchang Yue accidentally saw the wound on her arm, and suddenly felt a surge of irritation in his heart.

Perhaps it was because this woman had taken care of him all night, and he was the one who caused the wound, that he felt a little distraught.

"What are you dawdling about here?"

"Do you want the blood from this wound to stain my bedroom? Go and deal with it quickly."

Hearing this, Feng Ling's heart trembled, but she did not show dissatisfaction. He stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and looked at the man in front of him, his eyes shining with expectation.
  "Demon Lord, are you concerned about my injury?"

Nanchang looked at her more and more, frowning slightly, obviously not expecting her to think so, and mocked coldly:

"You're talking about something stupid."

However, Feng Ling was not angry because of this. She smiled even brighter, her eyes full of joy.
  "Demon Lord, you clearly care about me."

Nanchang Yue looked at her determined look, feeling a little helpless.
  "What on earth are you thinking about?"

Feng Ling had a clear look on her face and smiled happily:

"I know that Demon Lord is a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. You are so fierce on the outside, but you are actually trying to get me to go back and deal with my wounds. You actually have a good heart."

Nanchang's brows furrowed more and more tightly, feeling extremely bored.

This woman had only known him for a few days, and as the Demon Lord of the Demon City, he had killed so many righteous monks, yet she actually thought he was a good person?
  Only idiots who grew up under the protection of their families would think so.

This idea is simply ridiculous.

He just didn't want her to dirty his bedroom. If she hadn't spent the whole night taking care of him, he would have sent her to the Buddha in the West.

However, Feng Ling didn't seem to care about the almost murderous expression on Nanchang Yue's face.

She always had a smile on her face, seemed to be in a very good mood, and even winked at him.

"Why did Lord Demon Lord remain silent? Is it because I touched your mind and you were unable to refute?"

Nanchang Yue's palms slowly tightened, and his fingers clenched tightly into fists. He was obviously impatient with this.
  "If you dare to make unreasonable comments again, I will kill you on the spot."

Feng Ling was so frightened by his words that her face turned pale, and her eyes were instantly filled with grievances. Under the threat of this "evil force", she obediently chose to remain silent.

However, she soon regained consciousness and looked at Na Changyue's figure carefully with her dark eyes, showing a trace of surprise and amusement.

In her opinion, the Demon Lord's anger at the moment was clearly because she had guessed his thoughts.

"Okay, okay, since the devil is displeased, I will shut up."

She chuckled and said,

"It's just that if the devil always says what he means, it will inevitably lead to misunderstanding. Next time if you want to express your concern, you might as well be more gentle to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

Feng Ling smiled sincerely, her eyes as bright as clear springs, without any fear. That tranquil and gentle gaze made it impossible for Nanchang to be angry with her.

Nanchang Yue frowned, and there was an indescribable unhappiness in his heart... He had never been seen so clearly, and it made him feel inexplicably irritated and troubled.

(End of this chapter)