Chapter 167 The Mark Was Covered
Chapter 167 The Mark Was Covered
Mo Zheng grabbed the sack in the air, which was half a person's height. It was quite heavy when he weighed it.
"Then I would like to thank the Saint Lady on behalf of the Zichen Sword Sect."
Mo Zheng stood up, bowed solemnly and saluted to show his gratitude.
Liu Yaoyao cooperated, quickly lowered her legs from the couch, and stretched out her hand to stop him from performing such a great ceremony.
"It doesn't have to be like this between you and me."
However, the moment she approached Mo Zheng, her expression suddenly changed and she looked at Mo Zheng sharply.
That stare gave Mo Zheng goosebumps. "What...what happened?"
Liu Yaoyao clicked her tongue twice, then raised her nose and sniffed twice.
Asking a completely unrelated question: "Ying Xi, do you have someone you like?"
Mo Zheng was stunned, thinking that Liu Yaoyao was going to pester him again.
He quickly said he was busy, put on the sack and ran away.
Liu Yaoyao's hands covered her abdomen again and she fell back onto the couch.
His body curled up slightly, and every breath pulled at the broken ribs, causing a piercing pain.
His brows were furrowed, his face was full of frustration, and his clenched teeth made him look even more indignant.
There was no longer the ease and joy that Mo Zheng had when he was around.
Jiang Bai hurried in, and a female voice suddenly spoke: "Saint, you should just rest and recuperate from your injury. Why are you making such a fuss?"
"This human leader is so ungrateful! You were so eager to give me the recipe, and even went out of your way to find the herbs for me, fearing they wouldn't recognize them."
"He's good!"
"He actually pushed you to that abominable Li Fuyi. Did he think you were just one of those randomly assigned female disciples of his?"
"You can just arrange for someone to marry you and solve your lifelong affairs, and expect them to be grateful?"
When he thought about how Mo Zheng was still carrying that huge sack when he left, he became even more angry.
"You're quite good at collecting things, and you run faster than anyone else! Humph!"
Jiang Bai looked at Liu Yaoyao with eyes full of heartache, and kept cursing Li Fuyi in his heart.
The sneak attack at dawn was despicable enough, but I don't know what insidious means the guy used to prevent the ribs from healing automatically.
The servants offered their spiritual weapons to help with the treatment, but instead the saint fainted from the pain.
The Saint's Nine-tailed Fox Holy Body is so powerful that if it is not injured at the root, it will heal automatically in minutes.
Liu Yaoyao listened to Jiang Bai complaining about Mo Zheng, and waved her hand, signaling Jiang Bai to stop talking.
"Jiang Bai, there's no need to be so angry. Ying Xi has his own considerations. We demons are different from humans after all. He probably just doesn't want to embarrass me."
Seeing Liu Yaoyao say this, Jiang Bai didn't know what to say. He just sighed softly, then carefully helped Liu Yaoyao lie down.
"Saint, you always think so much about him, but who will think about you?"
"You always said how good he was, and we believed him just because we heard him." They, a group of servants, had followed Liu Yaoyao through life and death, and had heard her say many good things about Mo Zheng.
The competition for the Saint candidate was extremely cruel. They, the group of servants, had been with her the whole time and witnessed how she managed to survive with just this thought.
After finally settling the issues within the clan, I rushed here eagerly, thinking that it would be a happy full moon day, but who could have imagined that it would be like this!
Although it was forbidden to speak ill of Mo Zheng in front of the Saint, Jiang Bai still couldn't help but complain:
"But now it seems that it makes sense that like disciple, like teacher." He said it in a very serious manner.
Liu Yaoyao was amused by her and laughed, "Like teacher, like disciple. Ying Xi has a pure and kind heart. Don't talk nonsense."
Jiang Bai curled his lips, "Saint, why don't you tell him about your predicament?"
"Since he's so kind, he's definitely willing to go back with you. That way, you won't be targeted by the Wolf, Snake, and Night Owl tribes."
Liu Yaoyao closed her eyes, smiled bitterly and shook her head, "I originally thought that if the time is up and he still doesn't want to, we can just take him back."
"My mother said there are many kinds of love. I can wait until he is willing to love me."
When he opened his eyes, they were filled with anger and unwillingness, "But it's no use now..." He pounded the bed with his fists, his ears popping out with anger.
Jiang Bai was frightened by her sudden anger and quickly held her down to stop her from doing anything wrong. His ribs were still injured.
"Why does the Saint say that? Isn't he still the same?" Jiang Bai recalled, Mo Zheng was no different from usual?
Liu Yaoyao gritted her teeth and said something that left Jiang Bai dumbfounded:
"The mark I left on Ying Xi... was covered over by someone."
"If I guess correctly, that aura should be..." Li Fuyi's!
She was so "reckless" in the Moon-Watching Pavilion, boldly declaring her love, wanting Mo Zheng to face her feelings, which was one reason; the second was to leave a mark on Mo Zheng and take the lead in asserting her sovereignty.
The demon race has a strong possessiveness and will leave their breath on their loved ones to declare their sovereignty and protect them.
As long as Mo Zheng carries her mark, he can bring her back to the demon clan when the time comes.
Everyone will tacitly accept their partnership, and the current dilemma will be solved.
Then slowly cultivate feelings, day by day, and there will always be a day when the clouds will clear and the moon will appear.
Unfortunately, no matter how much I planned, I didn’t take Li Fuyi into account!
Seeing that Liu Yaoyao was still reluctant to reveal who it was, Jiang Bai asked several times.
She wanted to see who could cover the saint's mark.
What exactly is so inferior to the Saint Girl that makes Mo Zheng retreat so far and avoid her like a tiger?
He turned around and ran to be intimate with others, erasing the mark of the saint.
Jiang Bai guessed angrily for a long time, and almost counted all the female disciples of Zichen Sword Sect he had seen.
Liu Yaoyao listened with a smile, but she was thinking about other things.
She felt that Mo Zheng didn't seem to have that kind of friendship towards Li Fuyi, otherwise he wouldn't have tried to match Li Fuyi and herself up. There must be something fishy going on.
His servants were all holding their breath at the moment, and they didn't care about the complicated rules of the human race. If they knew about it, they might reveal their true colors at any time and spread rumors.
Li Fuyi didn't care what happened to her, but she couldn't let Mo Zheng's reputation be damaged.
What's more, this Li Fuyi... is very weird.
There was something about her that made her feel very mysterious.
It was like the ultimate temptation, yet it also exuded a sense of danger that chilled her to the bone, yet she couldn't help but want to get closer...
The warmth and gentleness she felt when she was with Mo Zheng was completely different.
Anyone who could make this fox saint have such contradictory feelings must be someone with great opportunity or luck.
Now, he can erase and cover up the marks she left behind...
He was a disciple, yet he coveted his master, and Heaven allowed it to happen...
Could it be...the Chosen One? !
boom! Boom boom!
At this moment, two muffled thunders suddenly came from above the head, followed by invisible pressure pouring down, and Liu Yaoyao was pressed to the point of suffocation.
This is a warning from heaven.
She had to release nine tails to avoid being crushed to death on the spot.
After giving up on the speculation about Li Fuyi, the thunder in his ears gradually dissipated, and the pressure disappeared without a trace...
But she still felt the gaze from the Heaven, which was trying to drive her out of the ethereal world.
I could only grit my teeth, sit up, and wave to the outside:
"Someone come! Let's go back to the demon world immediately."
NFBE