TEMBMBIWB Chapter 70

Tan Zhui didn’t understand what was wrong with him again, groping to grab his hand and pulling him closer.

He slowly raised his chin, wanting to kiss the man’s lips, but only felt his nose.

Sui Chunsheng instinctively held his breath. He wanted to kiss him fiercely, tear apart the half-worn red robe on his body, and see the pure white jade.

But he quickly pulled away, pushing Tan Zhui away with a look of shock.

The man murmured, “Fake.”

“You’ve become so shameless now, actually throwing yourself at me?”

The person in front of him still didn’t have any reaction.

Sui Chunsheng was furious, blurting out without thinking, “You’ve really changed so much over the years, can you be so wanton with anyone?!”

Tan Zhui’s face finally turned cold, and he slapped him fiercely, “Impudent!”

Sui Chunsheng immediately laughed, disregarding the pain in his cheek and the bloodied corner of his mouth.

He laughed from the bottom of his heart, “That’s the White Deer Immortal, that’s right.”

Tan Zhui frowned, very confused. Was the person in front of him crazy?

But the next second, he was pressed down on the bed by the man, and the turbulent kiss completely swallowed his breath.

That person was like a wolf cub, extremely rough.

The wedding clothes on Tan Zhui’s body were already crumpled beyond recognition, and the blindfold was torn.

Sui Chunsheng’s cold armor pressed against his skin, scratching out many small cuts.

Tan Zhui instinctively struggled, finally unable to help biting his tongue hard.

But Sui Chunsheng kissed even deeper, until he had completely kissed enough, then he let go of the person.

He also noticed the mess he had caused and immediately came back to his senses.

He wrapped the person in a blanket from the side and once again fled in a panic.

The blanket hit Tan Zhui’s body, startling him. He was stunned in place, still panting heavily.

He tilted his head slightly, still unable to understand.

Before long, a maid came in to help him wash up.

The small cuts on Tan Zhui’s body were incredibly painful. The maid noticed his expression and said, “Your Highness sent medicine. This servant will help Consort apply the medicine.”

Tan Zhui said, “There’s no need, it doesn’t hurt much.”

Perhaps this kind of pain could make him feel that he was still alive.

He should have died eight hundred years ago, when he fell from the cloud steps as a teenager, he should have died with it.

The dead shouldn’t feel pain.

Thinking like this, Tan Zhui buried his whole body in the bath tub.

As night fell, inside the Lord’s tent.

Sui Chunsheng felt a tearing pain in his body again, as if two forces were fighting inside him, wanting to tear him in two.

Ever since he absorbed the previous Lord’s essence on Fangcun Mountain, he had often felt this kind of pain.

The Xiu Luo healers had examined him, saying this was normal. As long as he endured for a few more centuries, the essence would completely merge with him, and naturally he would no longer experience this pain.

Outside the tent, the three demon brothers were anxiously sweating, pacing back and forth, but no one dared to enter.

This wasn’t the first time this had happened in so many years, and no one had ever been able to go in.

Anyone who entered the Lord’s tent at this time without permission would be torn to shreds, making his rage even worse.

Everyone only dared to anxiously guard the door.

Tan Zhui heard the commotion in the next tent and came to investigate.

The three demon brothers guarding the door saw him and instinctively stopped him.

Demon Two said, “Hey, you go a little further away, at this time, be careful the Lord tears you apart!”

Demon Three beckoned to the maid to take Tan Zhui back.

Tan Zhui didn’t pay attention to them. All his senses except his eyes were discerning the situation inside the tent.

The three demon brothers watched him get closer and closer, and quickly prepared to step forward and stop him.

Inside the tent, the man’s tearing, painful low roar sounded again, attracting everyone’s attention.

Just at this moment, Tan Zhui, taking advantage of their inattention, directly lifted the curtain and walked in.

Demon One instinctively tried to pull him back, but missed, and was only one step away from following Tan Zhui in.

The three demon brothers were stunned outside, looking panicked.

Demon Two: “What should we do? Will he be…”

Demon Three: “Never mind him, we’ve warned him anyway, it’s his own fault for not wanting to live.”

Demon One looked solemn and had no choice but to continue guarding the outside, thinking about how to collect the body of this daring Consort later.

As soon as Tan Zhui entered, he heard the roar from the high platform not far away.

“Get out! Damn it! You still dare to come in! Get out!! All of you get out!”

Before Tan Zhui could react, a gust of wind was thrown at his face.

He was startled and subconsciously dodged, but the hard object still hit his forehead, the sharp edge grazing his forehead, still drawing blood.

Tan Zhui ignored the pain, groping his way forward.

Sui Chunsheng seemed to have seen his face and was also startled, his voice almost surprised, “You, why are you here…”

“Don’t come over! Don’t you come over!”

The man struggled and shouted, taking two steps back, but seeing the person still approaching him, his voice carried a hint of ruthlessness, “If you don’t want to die, don’t come over!”

Tan Zhui listened to his roar, but his footsteps didn’t stop at all. He slowly approached the trembling figure.

Until he pulled the man into his arms.

He felt Sui Chunsheng’s body tremble, his shoulders shaking.

His voice softened involuntarily, with an uncontrollable sob.

“I will kill you… I will kill you…”

Tan Zhui raised his hand to touch the young man’s head, stroking his back to comfort him.

He used his own spiritual power to wrap Sui Chunsheng’s body, as before, soothing the agitation in his body bit by bit.

The man was still constantly saying cruel words, but his tone had lost any aggressiveness, and his body uncontrollably leaned into his arms.

Before long, Tan Zhui felt the things in the man’s body were soothed, and he fell asleep in his arms.

Only when he heard Sui Chunsheng’s even breathing did Tan Zhui slowly raise his head.

While the man was asleep, he used his spiritual sense to explore the situation in Sui Chunsheng’s body.

His spiritual sense traveled around Sui Chunsheng’s body and was not hindered. He was able to see clearly what was happening in Sui Chunsheng’s body, because the hundreds of essences he had absorbed eight hundred years ago had not been completely digested by his body, causing a rejection reaction.

This was the simplest, but also the most painful. There was no other way to alleviate it, it could only be endured by time. Just like now, after several centuries or thousands of years, perhaps one day he would completely digest it.

Tan Zhui sighed lightly, caressing his cheek with his fingertips, and pressed his lips to his forehead.

Suddenly, his spiritual sense felt a burst of agitation.

This immediately made Tan Zhui vigilant, and he instinctively reached out to touch his chest.

A strange aura surged from the man’s chest. Tan Zhui frowned slightly, wanting to see it clearly. He used spiritual power to form a short blade, cutting a slit in the armor on the man’s chest.

That aura was very familiar, which made Tan Zhui frown even more. The short blade in his hand flickered.

Just at this moment, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

The next second, the world spun, and Tan Zhui was pressed down hard on the table.

The man grabbed his wrist with one hand, and pinched his neck with the other.

Sui Chunsheng’s voice came in a low voice, “You want to kill me?”

Tan Zhui wanted to explain, but he was pressed down hard, his throat almost suffocating. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and shake his head.

He couldn’t see the man’s face and expression, but he could feel the other party’s anger.

Sui Chunsheng said coldly, “Everything you did just now was fake, just to confuse me and then kill me?!”

His last words were a little broken down, with heavy breathing.

Tan Zhui shook his head, struggling to squeeze out a word, “No, it’s not…”

Sui Chunsheng couldn’t hear those words at this time. He was almost in tears, “You still want to kill me a second time, White Deer Immortal.”

Tan Zhui wanted to say it wasn’t, but the next second he was lifted up by Sui Chunsheng.

When he landed again, he had been thrown onto the man’s bed.

The man’s bed was much larger than his, filled with the unique hibiscus scent of the man, and also with warm breath.

Sui Chunsheng leaned down, his movements very rough, not giving Tan Zhui a chance to breathe at all.

Tan Zhui instinctively became afraid, his whole body was shaking, and he quickly pushed the man away.

“No, don’t…”

Sui Chunsheng grabbed his chin and lifted his face up.

“Your previous advances were also fake? Just to find a chance to kill me, right?”

Sui Chunsheng, filled with anger, tore open the white jade’s clothes directly.

Following closely were dense kisses, scalding hot.

Tan Zhui trembled from the heat, his breath was chaotic.

Because of his anger, Sui Chunsheng didn’t intend to make too much preparation, and already pressed the now-erect thing against the center of the jade orchid.

Tan Zhui was so scared that his back tensed up, and he couldn’t help but gasp. He quickly said, “Impudence—”

His voice was laced with anger and struggle. He instinctively crawled two steps towards the depths of the bed, but was caught by the man from behind and pressed straight down onto the bed, unable to move anymore.

The stiff thing took the opportunity to bury itself inside.

The jade orchid trembled violently, and the pistil was already torn open, pitifully closing and opening rapidly, forced to flow with much saliva.

“Sui Chunsheng… you bastard…”

After Tan Zhui said a hoarse curse, his final anger was shattered by the repeated thrusts, no longer forming words.

The hibiscus root was too thick. Perhaps there was something wrong with the way it was raised. Its growth rate was too rapid. Under repeated grinding, it swelled a circle in the depths of the jade orchid, already filling the broken pistil.

The white jade’s body was dyed scarlet, like a piece of warm pink jade, immersed in a hot spring, covered with a layer of light water stains, showing patches of scratches and red marks under the flickering candlelight.

It was truly tragic.

The white jade cried, his crying was hoarse, not giving him any chance to beg for mercy.

Poor white jade.

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