Emperor Yan's Domination: The Heaven-defying Demon Concubine Evils the World

Chapter 123 Yan Si seems very warm

Yunyue almost forgot how many times she had heard others call her a witch.

Because of her blood eyes, she is a witch.

Because of the red light, she is a witch.

Because she can heal blood and constitution, she is a witch.

Is there no distinction between good and evil for witches?She was driven into the abyss of despair, and she never thought of hurting or killing anyone. Those people who were dressed in the cloak of justice killed each other without mercy, so how could they ever be condemned?
Suzaku choked, slipped her throat with difficulty, and didn't know how to answer for a moment, she thought Yunyue would "really refuse to admit it" like before, but when she was asked suddenly, she choked, whether she was a witch or not, she couldn't do it easily, As Xuan Wu said, their lord has his own decision, and it is not her turn to act.

"Hehe...that's pretty good." Suzaku poked his head out from behind Xuanwu, smiled embarrassingly, then retracted after laughing.

Yunyue's slender, jade-like hands stretched out from her sleeves, with the palm facing up, lightly trembling the red ball of light in her palm.

"I'm a witch! Won't you kill me?" Yunyue staggered her two fingers, the red ball of light scattered, and then transformed into a short knife, asking casually.

Suzaku's feet softened, and he raised one hand to surrender, "Don't kill me! I was joking before! Don't take it to heart! Everyone in the world is brothers, bah, all friends, don't use swords."

"I didn't move, where's the hidden weapon behind your back?" Yunyue asked casually when she heard the words, she tapped her fingers lightly, the red light faded away.

Suzaku stared, put the hidden weapon in his hand back to its original position, and raised his hands in surrender, "I got used to it for a while! It wasn't intentional! Don't mind it!"

As soon as Suzaku finished speaking, there was a heavy pressure on the top, and the expressions of the three changed slightly at the same time. Suzaku picked up the basalt and ran wildly into the grass.

Just as the two disappeared, Yan Si appeared on the shore with a bag of things in his hand.

Seeing Yunyue with her hands behind her back, Yan Si was stunned for a moment, then quickly stepped forward, and without looking sideways, he gathered up Yunyue's loose clothes and wrapped them tightly.

"There is a medicine pool in the attic, don't come to the pool, the water in the pool is relatively cold." Yan Si said while taking Yunyue into his arms, and told him softly, when the words fell, several layers of warm current had already wrapped Yunyue's body.

Yunyue burrowed into Yan Sizhong, she turned her face sideways, gently pressed against the flowing warm current, and her expression returned to normal temperature.

Probably, for Yunyue, there is no place warmer than Yan Si's chest.

The cold heart, the cold blood, and the frozen soul, as long as they get close to Yan Si, they will all melt without a trace.

"Yan Si seems very warm..." Yunyue murmured softly.

The voice like running water is mellow and lingering, ethereal and pleasant to the ear, and tiny ripples can be vaguely seen rippling in the air.

The eyes are gentle and soft enough to soften the mind, and the smile is pure and pure, like the unique Chixue Yueyang flower, releasing a sweet fragrance that penetrates thousands of hearts and souls.

"You only know now?" Yan Si pursed his lips and chuckled, raised his fingers to pin the strands of Yunyue's hair hanging behind her ears, and the hand that was on her waist gradually strengthened and hugged her even tighter.

Yunyue raised her eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "Is it late?"

"Not too late!" Yan Si shook his head, then hugged Yunyue horizontally, "But it's already very late now, you should go to bed."

The two returned to the attic, Yan Si laid Yun Yueping on the bed and twisted the corners of the quilt for her.

A touch of drunkenness filled the room with a soft and warm breath, and the slightly callused fingertips rubbed the tender fingers, letting go of the warmth that belonged to him alone.

"Aren't Yan Si going to rest?" Yunyue knew that Yan Si gave up his room for her to rest. She had already slept soundly, and the things Yan Si had to explain were also explained, but instead of leaving, he moved a chair and sat on it. Beside the bed, I don't know what Yan Si wants to do.

Yan Si caressed Yunyue's forehead, and said softly, "I'll go after you fall asleep."

"I'm already asleep." Yunyue pointed to herself on the bed, a little puzzled.

"Not yet!" Yan Si shook his head and laughed, before he finished speaking, he took out a book of moderate thickness from his bag.

Seeing Yan Si flipping through the book, Yunyue subconsciously covered her ears as a certain corner of her soul was hit by an invisible force.

"Yan Si, I'm not young anymore, I don't need sleep aid!" Yunyue pulled up the quilt, covered herself, rolled around a few times, and wrapped herself tightly.

"Your mental state is not very good recently. You must not have slept well. Lie down well." Yan Si held the book in one hand, pulled the quilt away with the other, wrapped Yunyue's ear-covering hand in his palm, and read the book at a slower pace. Content.

The low-alcohol and charming voice is entwined with every word, full of mellow fragrance.

The drunken voice fell into Yunyue's ears, she struggled violently for a while, and was gradually captured by Yan Si's voice.

The drowsiness gradually hit, and the ears moved from time to time, and soon, the sound of even breathing began to sound.

Seeing that Yunyue fell asleep, Yan Si closed the book without slowing down, and quietly stood by the bed.

At the time of Zi, outside the gate of the capital city, the majestic imperial chariot stopped under a dense tree.

The guards retreated a hundred meters and patrolled around. Inside the imperial chariot, the second prince was waving a small fan in a contented manner, looking at the dark woods calmly.

Yinmo's eyelids loosened a few times, smelling the strong aroma of wine, subconsciously pulled out the dagger from his waist.

"Yinmo!" The second prince called out in a calm manner.

Yinmo heard the familiar voice, immediately put away the dagger, and rested on the other side with shortness of breath.

"What's going on? Why are you seriously injured?" The second prince asked about the situation slowly, his dark eyes flickering coldly.

Yinmo pressed his throbbing head and shook wildly, "I don't know, when I was chasing the person you are looking for, I met a strangely dressed person on the way, and after being grabbed by him, he became unconscious. , I don’t remember anything after that.”

"It's definitely not easy to beat Yin Mo to serious injuries." The second prince sighed meaningfully while playing with the small fan.

"But Yinmo's younger brother is even more difficult." The second prince turned around, looked at the torn clothes on Yinmo's body with a half-smile, and sighed faintly, "Sure enough, he is either dead or injured!"

Yinmo's heart was throbbing, her breathing became more and more rapid, she gritted her teeth and said, "Don't mention that hapless bastard again!"

"Yinmo, don't be angry, no matter what, it's your brother."

"It's not my own younger brother. If my sister hadn't been protecting him everywhere, I wouldn't have bothered to deal with that unlucky guy. It would bring bad luck."

"Sister? I seem to have heard your brother mention this last time. So the woman you want this prince to find is your sister?" The second prince turned his fan, and a faint smile flowed from the corner of his straight mouth.

"Yes." Yin Motou nodded lightly, a few white shadows flashed in his mind, and the consciousness from not long ago gathered together from time to time.

"Yinmo don't look like this, this prince has already helped you find her, if you are sure she is here, you will be able to find her." The second prince said while gesturing to the head of the guards, who led the nearby guards into the woods.

Yin Mo remained silent, caressing her bright red lips blankly, her thoughts began to wander, and her expression gradually became in a trance.

The second prince raised his tattered trousers, and joked with a smile, "Although Yinmo encountered bad luck, you are also very lucky. The clothes are all torn like this but there is no injury at all. The prince heard that woman said that you were whipped." However, I thought you would be covered in scars, but I didn't expect that there would be no wounds at all."

"Aren't you hurt? I remember being whipped a few times by a man, and it hurt quite a bit. How could it be that I wasn't hurt?" Yinmo replied absent-mindedly.

When the second prince heard the pain, a dark light flashed in the corner of his slender eyes. He checked carefully, but he still didn't see the wound.

"Yinmo, turn around, let me see if there is anything behind you." The second prince put down the fan and commanded calmly.

Yinmo was already lost in thought, and when he heard turning around, he just turned around perfunctorily. The second prince pulled the clothes on the back of Yinmo's neck, loosened them, and squinted his eyes to look inside.

"Untie your belt, it seems that there is a big wound." The second prince glanced at a point and opened his mouth, urging anxiously.

Yinmo casually unbuttoned his belt, the more he thought about it, the more engrossed he became.

The shirt was loosened, and the stone's strong back was exposed under the thin moonlight.

A few feet long, black wound with ragged skin and flesh, forming a cross shape in the center of the back.

shocking!

The second prince frowned, pressed lightly a few times, and asked doubtfully, "Does it not hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Yinmo replied perfunctorily.

The second prince stepped up his strength, "How about this, don't you feel such a big wound?"

"No pain, no feeling." Yinmo replied in the usual tone.

The second prince nodded dubiously, and carefully applied the medicine. The ice-white plaster completely covered the wound and gradually became thinner. The glaring wound disappeared quickly. After a while, there was no wound on his back, and the skin in the middle was intact.

"How could it not hurt?" The second prince pressed his back without pain, and gradually pondered.

"Ah—no—don't chase—"

While the two were thinking deeply, a hurried sound of begging for mercy came intermittently.

The second prince was vigilant for a moment, Yin Mo was still pondering, and after a while, a rampant green shadow of fleeing floated into his eyes, the second prince relaxed his vigilance a little when he saw someone coming.

(End of this chapter)