“The resentful souls contained in the Xiao wanted to take revenge. It is only right and proper. As a princess of a kingdom, Qiu Mingxue regarded the lives of the people as worthless. If she isn’t cultivating immortality, she will one day die at the hands of the people.” Ji Qingzhou bowed her head and burrowed herself into the arms of the red qi.

In any case, Shen Rongyu couldn’t hear her here, so she treated him like a tree hole and poured out all the things she dared not say.

“But… but… the resentful souls have become a Xiao. After exacting vengeance, it will kill more innocent people indiscriminately, which is out of the scope of revenge, so Elder Ye crushed it.” Ji Qingzhou’s organization was surprisingly clear, and she straightened out the matter word by word.

“It is the Earth Vein Ghost Qi that makes the dead souls mutate — This ghost qi is a by-product of human beings’ use of spirit qi.” Ji Qingzhou hugged the red qi tightly and rubbed her cheeks against the cold vital energy. In any case, her courage ballooned after some more rubbing. “Xiao Yu, this is a paradox with never ending questions about the source.”

Shen Rongyu’s vital energy could not hear Ji Qingzhou’s words at all. It could only guess that she was talking by constantly rubbing her lips. But… What was she saying?

The red qi didn’t understand, so it just stuck out its tongue, gently licked her lips and kissed her tenderly.

Gradually, Ji Qingzhou’s gloomy mood was healed by the kisses that rained down one after another. When the red qi was close to her, it kept calling, “Zhouzhou.”

Ji Qingzhou lowered her head and lightly touched his lips. She asked in a low voice, “Xiao Yu, what is your relationship with the Earth Vein Ghost Qi?”

By the time she regained consciousness, she was already leaning on Shen Rongyu’s arms. It was already deep into the night — It was already very late when they’d started out.

Shen Rongyu looked down at Ji Qingzhou in his arms. He didn’t let go of her, and his eyes fell on the soaked hair at her temples.

“Sleepy?” he asked.

“Yeah.” Ji Qingzhou wanted to sleep very much, because she couldn’t sleep in the cultivation space. The red qi kept haunting her, so how could she ignore such a passionate sea of ​​blood?

“If you’re afraid, I’ll stay with you tonight.” Shen Rongyu hugged her and let her chin rest on his shoulder — just like the time he saved her from Jiang Qianke that night.

Ji Qingzhou was too drowsy. She was lethargic and her eyelids were heavy, so she leaned on Shen Rongyu without breaking free.

She squinted her eyes halfway and looked at the crescent moon hanging in the sky, shining brightly.

Shen Rongyu carried her back. Long after he stepped on the Burial Snow Sword, Ji Qingzhou tilted her head and snuggled against his neck — She was so sleepy that she couldn’t even tell the difference between Shen Rongyu in the cultivation space and Shen Rongyu outside.

Normally, she would have been stiff, not daring to get close to him.

And so when she snuggled closer, Shen Rongyu was caught off guard. Her hairy head rubbed against his neck, tickling him a bit, but she looked entirely cute.

She was light, and he hugged her like he was hugging a toy puppet that belonged to him alone.

“Xiao Yu…You were very patient with me today.” Ji Qingzhou really forgot that she was still outside. She was so bleary-eyed that she couldn’t differentiate the illusory cultivation space from reality. She called him without the title “Shixiong”.

“Because you made me happy.” Shen Rongyu’s words were the truth. It was because after the Xiao was killed, among all the cultivators in the Medicine Hall, only she took a step forward and tried to stop Ye Duanhong.

“Happy.” Ji Qingzhou repeated his words as she yawned. Her eyelids drooped down and soon closed.

She didn’t speak for a long time, so Shen Rongyu who was carrying her patted her shoulder: “Zhouzhou?”

Ji Qingzhou was caught in between sleep and wakefulness, and didn’t answer him.

He called again, “Zhouzhou?”

After calling her twice, she raised her head with eyes closed.

She wasn’t to blame as it was almost a reflex. She raised her hands and gently embraced Shen Rongyu’s neck as she did in the cultivation space.

With her eyes closed, she followed the source of his voice in the dark, trailed after the vibration of his vocal cords and moved her head closer.

Shen Rongyu never thought that… she would do such a thing. When her cold hands pressed against his neck, his body froze.

Under her fingertips, there was a black line extending from the back of his head. His skin felt flawless, but the black scar could not be concealed in any way.

With such an important part of his body being touched by her, his whole body inevitably emitted a cold and evil killing intent — but Ji Qingzhou had long been used to his extremely aggressive aura in the cultivation space.

She didn’t dodge and instead tightened her grip. She raised her head, her jaw and neck drawing a graceful arc, and captured Shen Rongyu’s lips.

Even in the cultivation space, her kiss was restrained and cautious, like a flower petal falling.

Beneath the cool autumn moonlight, the silver glow was like snow. The Burial Snow Sword that Shen Rongyu wielded descended rapidly and his sanity also dropped along with it.

The waves in the depths of Shen Rongyu’s eyes shattered the thin ice deep in his eyes. He leaned over and hugged Ji Qingzhou in his arms.

He gripped the back of her head, turned it sideways, and precisely seized her lips that had not yet parted.

Shen Rongyu kissed her back. This kiss was totally feral and untrained. He curled clumsily around her lips and tongue and left her breathless.

Ji Qingzhou raised her neck higher. Her eyes remained shut, and she hadn’t even fully woken up yet.

She has long been used to such performances from Shen Rongyu.

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