The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

Although they have been together for a long time, Ziyou still feels a little shy when thinking about getting married, but she is more looking forward to it.

Seeing Ziyou's shy face, Ying Zheng couldn't help but pull her into his arms, put his arms around her waist, caressed her gently, and said with a low laugh in her ear: "Youyou, are you shy? So many years have passed, and you are still so shy. It's really hard to stop." As he said that, he gently bit her earlobe. A shivering numbness crawled up her spine. The electric shock-like feeling made Ziyou shiver all over, but it attracted the man to bite more wantonly. He slowly moved from her earlobe to her face, their bodies pressed together. Because they were so close, he could even see the delicate hairs on her face and smell the faint fragrance on her body. His breath became hot, and words and glances were no longer necessary. His lips slowly pressed against hers, and he couldn't help but tremble. He saw that her eyes were misty and moist, her face was flushed, and tiny beads of sweat oozed from the tip of her nose. Her lips were slightly open, revealing the tender and moist tip of her tongue, pure and charming. That adorable look made him unable to help but hold her lips, and then gently wrap around her tongue. She trembled slightly to accept his love, and her eyelashes were unconsciously wet... She also gradually tentatively responded to his love from the initial daze, her body trembling slightly, her breathing disordered and rapid, and she finally succumbed to his tactics and leaned softly in his arms, as if a lake of disturbed spring water, ripples everywhere, no one could control it.

Ying Zheng had never imagined that such a thing could be so addictive. He had always believed that only desire and passion could inspire people's enthusiasm, but now he understood that love was the real catalyst of lust.

However, they had not yet officially married, so he could only slowly release her lips and instead gently caress the tip of his nose against hers, saying in a low, hoarse voice, "Youyou, have my uncle and aunt come out of confinement? I want to go visit them." Ziyou had not yet fully recovered her composure; her face was still flushed, her breathing was still rapid, and her eyes were hazy. Hearing Ying Zheng's words, she seemed to be trying to adjust her mood, and slowly replied, "Not yet. I just went home to visit them yesterday." Her voice was gentle and charming, like a fresh fragrance, as soft as a feather brushing against the skin, making one's bones seem to soften.

Ying Zheng sighed inwardly. It seemed they needed to get married soon. He suppressed his restlessness and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Then he turned and sat down, gulping down the herbal tea on the table. He then said, "So, our wedding is a long time away." As he spoke, he looked at the woman, who was sipping the tea in big gulps, with a somewhat resentful look.

Ziyou just felt that Ying Zheng was particularly cute like this. After so many years, he had more emotions and seemed much more approachable. In fact, this was only what Ziyou thought. The people in the underworld would not have this feeling.

Ziyou gently stroked Ying Zheng's hand and comforted him, "We can prepare first, and then get married as soon as they come out of confinement. After all, we are both monarchs of our respective realms. There are so many things to prepare for our marriage, and there are also many things to deal with after the wedding. It will also be a problem where we will live. We can't live separately after the wedding."

Ying Zheng couldn't help but frown upon hearing this. Yes, if they were still married with one in the Nine Heavens and the other in the Underworld, wouldn't that be the same as not getting married at all? He didn't want that. So he stood up, his eyes determined, and said, "Alright! Then you go ahead and do your work. I'll go back to the Underworld and discuss this with them." With that, he turned and left, leaving Ziyou to continue to toil away at the mountain of memorials.

Ziyou knew she had many things to attend to today, so she didn't have time to discuss this matter in depth. She firmly believed he could handle the situation properly, and occasionally playing the role of his little woman was quite interesting. So, Ziyou replied softly, "Okay, okay. You guys take your time to discuss it. There's no need to rush."

Yet, Ying Zheng secretly muttered to himself, "You're not anxious, but I am!" He'd waited thousands of years for Donghua's return, and finally, only to discover it was all a misunderstanding. Now, he couldn't wait to make all the necessary preparations, just in case Ziyou's parents managed to escape tomorrow.

If Ziyou knew his inner thoughts, she would have told him that even if he didn't wait for Donghua, it would be futile. In fact, upon learning what she said, her parents immediately arranged for the tribe to intensify their training, then retreated into seclusion, attempting to reach the realm of the Supreme God. Although her father was only one step away from becoming a Supreme God, countless people throughout the vast world were stuck at this point, unable to break through. Otherwise, how could there be so few Supreme Gods in the world today? Her mother was still only a small step away from becoming a Supreme God, so it was unclear when she would achieve that level of advancement. To this day, no news had been released. If it weren't for the fact that their life flames were still intact, she would have suspected something had gone wrong.

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Donghua found Milan at a general's mansion. His sudden appearance frightened Milan's family. The second oldest brother said worriedly, "Brother, do you think this guy is a god or a monster? What's his purpose in coming to our general's mansion?"

The eldest brother looked at the man, who seemed to have an air of immortality. He looked more like a deity than a monster. But what could he possibly be doing in their general's mansion? Bai Yi said, "I don't know, but it's probably not a monster." Even so, the two of them still walked tremblingly to the man with their parents. Father Mi asked nervously, "I wonder why this immortal came to our general's mansion? If there's anything we can do to help, we'll do it."

Donghua looked at their trembling bodies and asked directly without beating around the bush, "Do you have a girl named Milan in your family?" Although the Mi family was puzzled as to why this man was looking for Milan, they were helpless when they thought of Milan's condition. So they took Donghua directly to Milan's boudoir. As soon as Donghua entered, he saw Milan lying lifeless on the bed. As expected, she looked the same as the one he had met. Seeing that this man looked at their Milan with an unusual look, the Mi family thought that maybe they could save her, so they told him about Milan's situation: "Xiaolan has been weak since birth and often has to stay in bed to rest. She spends most of the day sleeping and is only awake for two or three hours a day."