Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

His gaze fell on the bowl of blood again, and a trace of undisguised disgust flashed in his eyes.

"take away."

Lin Ci'an frowned and tried to take a step forward: "Zi Yu, don't be willful, your body..."

"I said take it away!"

Chu Ziyu suddenly raised his hand and swung it hard with all his strength!

"Crack-!"

The white jade tea bowl was suddenly knocked to the ground and shattered into countless pieces in an instant.

The dark red, warm blood splashed out, splashing on the cold floor tiles, and also soaking Lin Ci'an's clothes and the back of his hands, like a bunch of strange and dazzling flowers blooming.

The air solidified instantly.

Lin Ci'an's hand was still frozen in mid-air, looking at the messy debris and bloodstains on the ground, and the last trace of blood color on his face faded away completely.

The blood seemed to have a scorching temperature, which made his heart shrink suddenly.

Chu Ziyu was breathing heavily because the action just now had aroused his unhealed injuries and the poisonous insects in his body were becoming restless again due to resistance.

"Lin Ci'an,"

He gasped, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, but with cruelty.

"Do you think this can atone your sins? Your blood only makes me sick."

Lin Ci'an opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

It turned out that when the poison subsided temporarily and the twisted attachment was stripped away, in Chu Ziyu's eyes, he was really just a... disgusting existence.

The hall was dead silent, with only the heavy and suppressed breathing of the two people and the pool of dark red blood that was gradually solidifying on the ground.

The death of Empress Dowager Liu in the bell tower that day and the capture of Liu Chen were just the beginning.

All members of the Liu family, whether direct or collateral, who held official positions or had influence were quickly imprisoned on charges of "treason", "poisoning the emperor", and "colluding with clansmen to depose and enthrone".

The main culprits, such as Liu Chen and Prince An, were sentenced to death by slow slicing, their property was confiscated, and their clansmen were exiled three thousand miles away. They would not be pardoned even if pardoned.

The rest of the accomplices were beheaded, exiled, or demoted to commoners depending on the severity of their crimes.

The once prominent Liu clan collapsed in just a few days and became history.

Another five days passed with difficulty.

During these five days, Lin Ci'an still took blood samples every day, but he became more cautious. He no longer said a word when delivering the medicine. He put down the medicine bowl and retreated to a slightly farther place, but his eyes never left the person on the couch.

Chu Ziyu's attitude underwent extremely subtle changes amidst the silence day after day and the bowls of glaring blood.

The sharp, hateful coldness seemed to be dulled a little by something.

He no longer made sarcastic remarks or knocked over the medicine bowl. He just took it silently and drank it silently, but his brows would inadvertently furrow slightly.

When looking at Lin Ci'an's pale profile, a trace of extremely difficult to detect complex emotions would flash across his eyes.

6872: (Boss, his complexion is getting worse and worse. His Qi and blood are severely depleted. If he continues to bleed like this, I'm afraid his foundation will be damaged.)

It's night, everything is silent.

After all, Lin Ci'an was not made of iron. The days of drawing blood and the mental and physical exhaustion finally made him unable to hold on, and he fell into a deep sleep on the small table beside the couch.

The moonlight filtered through the window lattice and fell on his pale face. There was a dark circle under his eyes, and his brows were tightly furrowed even in his sleep.

A figure sat up silently.

Chu Ziyu walked barefoot to Lin Ci'an, lowered his eyes and looked at him quietly for a moment.

(I really... owe you.)

He slowly stretched out his fingers, and an extremely faint, almost imperceptible light golden halo lingered around his fingertips.

The light golden immortal power was like the most delicate warm current, slowly flowing into Lin Ci'an's exhausted meridians and blood, gently nourishing his damaged foundation.

Lin Ci'an's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and his breathing became longer and more steady.

The next morning, when Lin Ci'an woke up, he unexpectedly felt refreshed, and the fatigue and lack of energy he had felt for the past few days were greatly reduced.

He was a little surprised and subconsciously looked at Chu Ziyu on the couch.

Chu Ziyu happened to wake up as well. When he met his gaze, he immediately turned his face away out of habit, his tone still a little stiff.

"...Where's today's medicine?"