The Year of Lihua: She Was Reborn

Outside the barrier of Canglang Mountain, hazy mist and rain covered the entire mountain like a veil, making the mountain stand like a ghost above the clouds, looming and exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

The temperature inside the barrier is kept constant, making people feel warm and comfortable, with a hint of coolness.

In the palace on the top of the mountain, Xu Zhi jumped out of a dark hole and landed steadily in front of the bed.

He looked a little nervous and carefully placed Hua Ye on the bed sideways.

Then, he waved his hand, and the robe Hua Ye was wearing disappeared from his sight as if it were cast by magic, leaving only a close-fitting bellyband hanging on her body.

On her white and smooth butterfly back, five long and deep claw marks were shocking, almost occupying her entire back.

These scars made Xu Zhi feel distressed, and his eyes naturally revealed a look of concern and pity.

He gently placed his warm palm on her back, and a white mist slowly emerged from his palm, tightly wrapping her body.

As time passed, the bloody scars gradually began to heal under the nourishment of the white mist.

However, at this moment, a bright red bloodstain suddenly flowed out from the corner of Xuzhi's mouth, which was particularly eye-catching.

His mouth was instantly filled to the point of swelling, and he finally spat out a mouthful of blood at his side. He covered the demon pill on his chest and felt a crack spreading on it.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth without a care, and then raised his hand to clean up the place where he had vomited blood.

He reached out and touched Hua Ye's forehead, then rubbed her back back and forth with his warm palm to see if there were any scars left.

He looked at her sleeping but very restless body, and his heart ached.

He couldn't help but stare at her in a trance, muttering to himself, "Hua Ye, what should I do with you? You know it's impossible, you know you can't win, yet you still insist on doing it and fighting!"

Xuzhi stood up, pulled up the quilt inside, and gently covered her with it.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if something was pulling it hard.

He supported himself on the bed with one hand and covered his chest with the other, exploring carefully.

At this moment, Hua Ye, who had regained consciousness, suddenly opened her eyes. She saw the barely perceptible expression of pain on Xu Zhi's face, and panic suddenly surged in her heart.

She hurriedly asked, "Master, are you feeling unwell?"

As she spoke, she quickly sat up, put her hands on Xuzhi's shoulders, and tried to help him sit on the edge of the bed.

Her eyes were full of concern and anxiety, as if she was afraid of losing this important person in front of her, and she didn't notice that she was only wearing a thin bellyband.

"It's just a bit exaggerated! Next time, remember not to act rashly. I don't have that much immortal power to expend to save you. Once or twice is fine, but if you do it too many times, I won't be able to handle it."

Seeing the nervousness and concern in her eyes, Xu Zhi actually started to pretend to cough, as if trying to make himself look more painful.

In fact, even if he didn't do this, the situation wouldn't be much better. His pale, almost transparent face was extremely scary.

Hua Ye couldn't help but frown, reached out and gently patted his back, and replied cautiously: "I won't dare to do it again next time. Thank you for your help, Master."

Only then did she realize the injury on her back and felt a chill running down her back. She looked down.

"Where are my clothes, Master?"

"This is to treat Ye'er's wound. If you think it's in the way, just remove it!" Xuzhi forced a pale smile and explained.

"You'd better stop laughing. It's quite scary."

Seeing him like this, Hua Ye stopped bothering with trivial matters and immediately jumped out of bed: "I'll go find Sister Wutong and get some elixirs."

"no need!"

Xuzhi quickly grabbed her arm, pulled her into his gradually cold embrace, buried his head deep in her soft neck, and spoke in a low voice.

"Yer, let me take a breath!"

As early as the moment Hua Ye was injured and blood flowed out, he smelled the sweet and delicious taste of blood, and had an urge to taste it.

When he was treating Hua Ye, the impulse reached its peak, but he suppressed it forcibly and did not express it at all.

Now that he had exhausted his immortal power, the desire for Hua Ye's blood grew stronger and stronger. Seeing that she had not yet agreed, he finally gritted his teeth and endured it.

Hua Ye shuddered at first, then paused and calmed down before asking, "Master, are you going to drink my blood?"

Suddenly, two sharp fangs slowly sprouted from the upper row of neatly arranged white teeth on either side of Xuzhi's mouth...