coobybook Chapter 104 Do you like being on a boat?
Chapter 104 Do you like being on a boat?
But He Yuhuan didn't give them a chance at all. Without even using two hammer blows, he sent them to their deaths.
These Fox Shadow Guards were connected to Yin Manling's aura; she could immediately sense their death.
Although we didn't have high hopes when we released these Fox Shadow Guards.
But they all died unexpectedly.
Yin Manling sat in Yuanling Palace, swirling a teacup in her hand, while Zhongli Quanhuang lay behind a gauze curtain, coughing incessantly.
A puppet maid carried the medicine in, and Yin Manling, carrying the medicine, swayed her waist, each step exuding charm.
She walked gracefully to Zhongli Quanhuang's bedside: "Demon Lord, it's time to take your medicine."
Meanwhile, public opinion in the city had reached its peak, with someone spreading rumors that the demon realm was about to descend into chaos.
"Have you heard? The Demon Lord is ill, all because of the Second Princess!"
"What? I also heard that the Second Princess is of the Blood Demon Clan bloodline."
"That terrifying bloodline still exists in the outside world! I've been staying in the Northern Demon Mountain and never come out!"
The other person nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I've heard about it too. And the Wind Spirit Ghost Clan is even fighting over this bloodline!"
At this point, even more people joined in, whispering among themselves and spreading all sorts of versions of the story.
Then a man with his hat brim pulled low appeared, and it seemed as if he had deliberately changed his voice.
"The rumors I heard were different. I heard that the Demon Lord was bewitched by the Fox Clan and then contracted a strange illness!"
Seeing how seriously he was speaking, the others all perked up their ears and stepped forward, wanting to hear more.
The man then said, "I've heard that only by finding the bloodline of the Blood Demon Clan can the Demon Lord's strange illness be cured."
Those people sneered upon hearing this; in their hearts, Emperor Zhongli was a god-like figure.
How could they be easily swayed? They were more inclined to believe other rumors.
In no time, the rumors in the market split into two or three versions.
The first version is that Zhongli Yueluo, with a sense of righteousness, is about to leave Ximo Mountain to save her father.
The second version is that Zhongli Yueluo is actually a descendant of the Blood Demon Clan!
They wanted to seize West Demon Mountain and thus wreak havoc on the world.
The third version is even more outrageous, saying that the demon realm is about to descend into chaos and that the Wind Spirit Ghost Clan has already been controlled.
The Fox Clan is about to launch a war against the Zheng Clan, and the Three Mountains are all ambitious, wanting to open up the Northern Demon Mountain to dominate the Demon Realm...
The information in this matter is a mix of truth and falsehood, and the people spreading the rumors are from several different groups.
Those people went about their business and collected money.
Feeling that life was peaceful and stable, I didn't pay attention and just treated it as a joke.
Anyway, who's paying? Who has the money? That's what they care about most.
Even if they change their surname to become the Demon Lord, they still need to eat, right?
As Zhongli Yueluo and the others walked through the streets, rumors suddenly began to circulate. She picked at her ear and found that she was surrounded by those kinds of rumors.
She looked up at the increasingly lower sky; it seemed a storm was brewing.
Slowly, evening finally arrived.
Today is her last activity as a princess: a pleasure boat ride.
She arrived early, and there was no need for her to wear elaborate clothes for today's event; she simply wanted to enjoy herself with the people.
Moreover, the people seemed completely unaffected by those rumors.
They were happier than anyone else when they received the money.
She stood by the river waiting for Su Fengling, while the others performed their duties. He Yuhuan was led by Yin Yi to a secluded spot to be wary of their surroundings.
After waiting for a long time, the people began to whisper among themselves: "Why hasn't Prince Consort Feng Ling arrived yet?"
"Hey, didn't you hear the rumors today? It's said that the Wind Spirit Ghost Clan has been taken over by the Blood Demon Clan!"
"Pah, pah, pah, I think that's all nonsense!" he said, waving his hands repeatedly.
At that moment, a figure dressed in red appeared in the distance.
Zhongli Yueluo also looked over and almost didn't recognize him.
But when he was only a few steps away, he could smell a strong odor of blood on him.
No one else seemed to smell it.
Looking at his face, he seemed a little pale, and his clothes looked like they were worn by Yiyi.
Zhongli Yueluo was a little worried and went forward to pull him back.
Su Fengling felt her body temperature and, as usual, gently kissed her hair.
"Sister, have you been waiting long? Your little brother will punish himself with three cups later."
His smile was pale, and his hands were ice-cold. He pulled her towards the boat.
The boat was decorated with lanterns and various kinds of wisteria flowers, filling the air with fragrance and shining brightly.
As soon as the two of them boarded the boat, cheers erupted from the crowd outside.
Many flower petals were scattered from the sky as the boat slowly moved forward along the river in the city.
With a wave of his hand, Su Fengling extinguished most of the lanterns on the boat.
Zhongli Yueluo was still puzzled when she saw that he could no longer stand, so she reached out to support him.
If you feel a wetness on your back, that's the source of the bloody smell.
It turned out that he had injured his back, which was why he deliberately wore a red robe so that others wouldn't notice anything amiss.
"Brother, you... this!" Zhongli Yueluo felt anxious and hurriedly tried to take off his clothes.
Su Fengling still had the energy to joke, "Sister, what are you doing? Why are you in such a hurry? Do you like being on the boat?"
She frowned, and medicine and strips of cloth appeared in her hands; these had become her essential items.
"What happened?" she asked, unbuttoning his shirt.
"We just ran into a pretty tough guy."
Zhongli Yueluo stopped asking questions and instead waved her hand to lower the gauze curtains on both sides of the boat.
The boat rocked gently, and the medicinal powder was sprinkled onto the wound.
Su Fengling frowned, her clothes hanging loosely on her shoulders.
With glazed eyes and feigned gentleness, she said, "Sister, be gentle, it hurts."
He then buried his head in her shoulder, greedily inhaling her scent.
With a slight upturn of her pale lips, Zhongli Yueluo whispered, "Be careful next time; you only have one life."
"Is my sister feeling sorry for me?" He tilted his head slightly to look at her profile and gently stroked her face with his hand.
"Of course!" She grasped his hand, her fingers trembling slightly, her eyes filled with sincerity and heartache.
He pursed his lips and joked, "It's a pity I'm injured and can't do those fun things with my sister anymore."
Zhongli Yueluo's gaze met his eyes, which were filled with longing and tenderness.
He gently hooked his hand around the back of her head and slowly moved closer.
He wantonly stole her scent, feeling its wonderful fragrance, its soft sweetness, as their lips and teeth intertwined.
He advanced while she retreated, and her body gradually leaned against the boat.
Her eyes were slightly closed, and she held his hand tightly, feeling as if she couldn't breathe.
He only reluctantly parted ways when he felt her chest heaving violently.
Her red lips shone brightly, two blushes rose on her face, and her eyes became delicate and charming.
She gently pulled him into her arms, her eyes flashing with madness, her voice hoarse: "Sister, you've become strange."
She weakly pushed him away, but his breath hitched, and his eyes became even more intense.
He couldn't resist giving her lips another light peck, his voice low and husky.
"Sister, you are so beautiful. My body moves for you, and so does my heart."