Transmigrating to Female Supremacy: Husbands, Don’t Be Too Outrageous

The wind moved silently in the dark night sky, pushing the dark clouds.

It was very quiet all around, with only the rustling sound of the golden willow leaves blown by the wind.

There were two people in the hut, one standing and one sitting, also in silence.

Ye Hui stood beside Ji Zhen, holding a sword in one hand and making hand gestures with the other, her whole body tense. She looked at the doors and windows on all sides vigilantly, her eyes like lightning.

Beside her, Ji Zhen was sitting cross-legged on the couch by the window, her hands in the lotus position, her eyes closed, her face as red as a steaming cloud.

The flickering candlelight enveloped Ji Zhen, illuminating her eyebrows that were as dark as distant mountains without any embellishment, and her lips that were as red as sand without any makeup.

The long hair that was originally tied up was now all spread out, hanging down behind her like a waterfall. Six golden threads fell from the top of her head, glowing faintly among the black hair.

There were two thicker gold threads hanging on Ji Zhen's chest. If you look closely, you will find that the threads were decorated with three soybean-sized gold beads. The faint fluorescence came from these gold beads.

And the fluorescent light also kept changing with the changes in the gestures in Ji Zhen's hands.

Another half an hour passed, Ji Zhen's hand gestures became faster, and hot steam rose from her head.

There was an inexplicable wave in the air. Ye Hui glanced at her slightly trembling sword tassel and realized that Ji Zhen's martial arts had reached a critical juncture.

But she didn't expect that Ji Zhen's internal strength had become so pure.

To prevent further mistakes, she taught her Shi Lang's secret technique, the Youlong Needle Method, and asked her to use her inner strength to transform the silver needles herself, break through the barrier of the life Gu and restore her memory.

The most difficult part of this method is to control the inner force. If it is not done properly, it may lead to possession of the inner force at best, or death immediately at worst, and there is no hope of recovery.

If this method was not necessary to restore Ji Zhen's memory, she would never have taken such a risky move. But she never expected that Ji Zhen would not only master this method immediately, but also show signs of a breakthrough in his power while breaking through the barrier of the life-saving Gu.

In this world, I'm afraid there is no one else who can do this except her master Shi Lang himself.

But her junior uncle, who rarely practices martial arts on weekdays and has just recovered from a serious illness, how could he have such pure internal strength even with the help of the two young masters of the Yu family?

Moreover, this inner force was so surging that it was as if it was infused with vitality...

No way......

Ye Hui's heart skipped a beat, and a string in her head suddenly tightened.

The gleam in her eyes faded, she clenched the sword in her hand, and turned her heavy gaze to the inner room behind the heavy curtains.

However, Ji Zhen at this moment seemed to be motionless, but he was actually in hell and heaven at the same time, suffering greatly.

She was conscious and could even feel the sudden tense breath of Ye Hui, who was protecting her.

But the next second, she fell into confusion again, feeling her hands and feet go limp, lying in the brocade quilt. Then someone gently lifted her up and held her in his arms.

The man was very gentle, holding her carefully, and resting her head on his chest. Then he brought a jade cup and fed it to her mouth.

The sweet aroma immediately filled his nose and throat, and the familiar feeling suddenly made Ji Zhen's consciousness clear for a moment.

what?

wrong!

can not eat!

Ji Zhen subconsciously turned her head away and struggled weakly, refusing to swallow this thing of unknown origin.

Ji Zhen's subconscious struggle made the man's body stiffen a little. As soon as his arms around her loosened, she slid down uncontrollably.

"Ah...I'm sorry!"

The man realized belatedly that the person in his arms couldn't even sit still at the moment, so he quickly picked her up again. But the jade cup in his hand made him feel troubled again.

"Your Highness, I know you don't like it, but you have to drink this to survive."

The whispers in her ears sounded like the man talking to himself, or like a plea to her. For some reason, Ji Zhen's heart felt like it was being strangled by something, and she felt a dull pain.

"you......"

Ji Zhen was about to speak when she heard a sneer. The hand holding her suddenly tightened, and then the jade cup was pressed against her lips again.

"Useless idiot."

The voice of the person holding her suddenly changed, and the frivolous and cold voice amplified in her ears.

"There should be a limit to how much you can love someone. Since you've even given her the Life Gu, what are you afraid of?"

The man grabbed Ji Zhen's chin forcefully, forced her to open her mouth, and poured liquid from the jade cup into her mouth.

"Drink, my dear. You took my life. If you don't swallow my blood, how can you remember me for the rest of your life? That useless fool doesn't seek this life, but cultivates for the next. You can't let him down and make me feel cold."

"Ahem! Ahem!"

The strange words gave Ji Zhen goose bumps all over her body, but she was held tightly in his arms, with her chin clenched so that her nose and mouth were filled with sweetness, and she couldn't move.

Ji Zhen was powerless to struggle and was forced to swallow the sweet liquid mouthful by mouthful. After a lot of effort, she swallowed the last mouthful, and the man finally let her go contentedly, stepped back a little, wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb, and smiled faintly:

"So nice."

As the rich fragrance dissipated, Ji Zhen's consciousness suddenly became clearer, and her eyes refocused and fixed on the man's face.

He had delicate features and deep contours. His high nose had a prominent bridge and thin lips, which gave him an exotic look. But his deep sapphire eyes lacked the gloom in her memory. He was smiling at her at this moment, looking at her wantonly and passionately.

"Lu...Lu Ziyan?"

Ji Zhen looked at the man in front of her in disbelief, but saw that he curled his lips and smiled:

"Awake? That's great. I never give my blood to people for free."

Before Ji Zhen could react, Lu Ziyan leaned over and kissed her deeply.

When the soft touch fell on her lips, Ji Zhen's mind immediately exploded, and countless thoughts ran through her mind at the same time.

what?

what!

What is Lu Ziyan doing?

Kiss her?

Indecent assault on her?

Wait, what do you mean his blood is not given in vain?

What blood?

No! Why is the tongue sticking out?

Ji Zhen was suddenly filled with anger, and as if by reflex, she bit Lu Ziyan hard, but he pushed her away violently.

"Ji Zhen! You!"

Lu Ziyan covered his mouth in pain and glared at Ji Zhen.

Ji Zhen was pushed away by him and fell limply on Yun Jinxiu's quilt. She was so angry that her face turned red. She glared back without showing any weakness and said angrily:

"What do you mean by 'I'? You are so bold, Lu Ziyan! You actually dared to give me cartilage powder and even molested me!"

As if frightened by Ji Zhen's angry shout, Lu Ziyan was stunned for a moment.

He suddenly got up from the bed, stood by the bed and stared at Ji Zhen blankly for a long while, his feather-like eyelashes trembled, and he took out a green handkerchief from his arms, took a step closer, gently wiped the blood off Ji Zhen's face, and said in a barely perceptible trembling voice:

"Your Highness, I'm sorry."