flstandardbreds Chapter 112 I'm captivated by you
Chapter 112 I'm captivated by you
Chapter 112 I'm Bewitched by You
The sweet aroma of chocolate lingered in her mouth, and Lü Qianqian felt weak all over. She really didn't know how to deal with Zhuo Yang. He was a master of scoundrels and rogues, and he was simply invincible.
She sighed and said helplessly, "Zhuo Yang, stop fooling around, I'm in a hurry to heal."
"Be my wife, and I'll give you the Cold Spring Pill to heal your wounds!" Zhuo Yang replied with a smile, clearly intending to take advantage of her vulnerability.
A dignified demon lord certainly has a sense of shame, but when he becomes interested in a certain girl, he'll trample on her face.
Haven't you heard that to win a girl's heart, you need to be shameless, ruthless, and have vicious methods?
Lu Qianqian froze for a moment, then chewed her teeth loudly.
I never expected that Zhuo Yang would not only be shameless, but also so damn shameless!
"I will heal myself!" Furious, she closed her big eyes again. Unable to calm her mind, she simply used the method of concealing her cultivation to arrange a layer of faint true essence around her body, simulating the fluctuations of true essence within her body.
She used this method once, when Zhuo Yang refused to give her the Cold Spring Pill.
Zhuo Yang looked at her quietly and sighed, "You're so beautiful, I'm captivated by you!"
Her true energy trembled violently. Lü Qianqian forced herself not to open her eyes, but her heart began to pound rapidly.
Happy? Indignant?
No, it's not that. It's just that my emotions are fluctuating a lot, and I can't quite describe what it feels like.
Lü Qianqian couldn't help but wonder: Is this guy flirting with me again?
"I'm serious, you're so beautiful, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, even more beautiful than my mom," Zhuo Yang said softly, from the bottom of his heart.
Lü Qianqian sighed and opened her eyes to look at Zhuo Yang helplessly: "Comparing me to your mother, you're quite unique!"
"I mean it, you're so beautiful," Zhuo Yang said, showering her with compliments once more.
Lu Qianqian rolled her eyes and said in a low voice, "Zhuo Yang, if you really like me, please give me the Cold Spring Pill first so I can recover from my injuries. You can chase after me after we leave this ship with the treasure."
Zhuo Yang shook his head.
"What do you mean?" Lü Qianqian almost shouted, but held back.
I've never seen a man like this before. The girl has clearly given you a chance to pursue her, subtly telling you, "I accept you, and you still won't do it?"
Narrowing her eyes and glaring at Zhuo Yang with hatred, Lü Qianqian took a deep breath: "What do you want?"
"Call me husband once, and I'll give you the Cold Spring Pill." Zhuo Yang sat cross-legged, propped his chin on his left hand, and gazed at Lü Qianqian with infatuation.
For a moment, Lü Qianqian was tempted, but she would never be able to bring herself to call another man "husband".
"Give it or not, it's up to you!" Lü Qianqian closed her eyes tightly, trying not to think about anything this time. She silently recited the carefully crafted technique and began to cultivate to recover from her injuries.
Zhuo Yang smiled inwardly and said softly, "Little Phoenix, one day I will make you call those two words to me."
After saying that, he reached out with his finger towards Lü Qianqian's chest.
Lü Qianqian suddenly opened her eyes, staring fiercely at Zhuo Yang's fingers: "What do you want to do to me?"
"Here's a pill for you!" Zhuo Yang grinned, flipped his hand, and opened his palm, revealing a pill that glowed with a faint blue light, catching everyone's eye.
Lu Qianqian snorted and stopped being coy. She grabbed the Cold Spring Pill in her hand with a swift movement and quickly stuffed it into her mouth, as if afraid that Zhuo Yang would change his mind.
"Hey!" Zhuo Yang shrugged and laughed. "I love that you're just as shameless as me."
Lu Qianqian glared at him, closed her eyes, and felt the surging energy within the pill.
She quickly entered a state of true cultivation, and nothing in the outside world could affect her in the slightest.
Zhuo Yang chuckled self-deprecatingly: "That brat's cultivation technique is quite interesting, like the Phoenix Reversal Technique, right? You wouldn't even feel me touching you right now!"
Of course, a dignified demon lord wouldn't stoop to such a low level; it was just a joke.
The cramped linen room fell silent, with only the soft sound of breathing remaining.
Zhuo Yang reached down to his waist and found Sheng Ziliang's corpse standing to the side. He took off the jade pendant hanging around Sheng Ziliang's neck, which was a storage magic artifact.
After spending more than ten minutes wiping away the true essence restriction on the jade pendant, Zhuo Yang poured out everything inside.
A few healing pills that are slightly better than the Rejuvenation Pill, a wallet, a lighter and other odds and ends, an ordinary-looking stone about the size of a fist, and a gold hairpin.
"Could this stone be the legendary Mysterious Stone of No Destiny?" Zhuo Yang wondered deeply.
Unfixed Mystic Stone is a precious material for refining weapons. When a flying sword is inlaid with Mystic Stone, it becomes incredibly agile. If a flying sword is forged using Unfixed True Iron and combined with Unfixed Mystic Stone, a top-grade flying sword can be created. Therefore, cultivators who practice flying swords regard it as a treasure.
Using his true essence to probe, Zhuo Yang raised an eyebrow: "It really is a Boundless Mystic Stone. Such a large piece, if cut open, could be inlaid on more than a dozen flying swords!"
With a casual sweep, the Boundless Mystic Stone was stored in his Qiankun Bag. The other pills could be used as ingredients when refining pills, so he stored them away as well.
Zhuo Yang looked at the last item, raised an eyebrow, and said with a wry smile, "Little Phoenix, Little Phoenix, how come you're so lucky? All the good stuff I got is going to go to you!"
The last item was a golden phoenix hairpin, exquisitely crafted. Most importantly, it was made of golden crystal, which could perfectly match any kind of true essence, making it a top-grade spiritual artifact.
The cultivator used the phoenix hairpin to cast spells, which were extremely powerful.
Zhuo Yang put the Flying Phoenix Hairpin into his Qiankun Bag and activated the Heaven-Swallowing Thunder Tribulation Technique to dissolve the primordial energy in the Cold Spring Pill.
In fact, he didn't need to use his internal energy to heal himself at all. The Thunderfire True Essence within his body was circulating on its own. He was just extremely bored.
More than an hour had passed, and Zhuo Yang's injuries had mostly recovered thanks to the treatment with the Cold Spring Pill.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowing.
"They've come to search!"
My sixth sense kicked in, and I sensed that someone was searching the nearby rooms one by one, and would reach the linen room in a few minutes.
Lu Qianqian is healing herself and cannot interrupt her battle; otherwise, she would be a lamb to the slaughter.
The faint sounds of arguing between cultivators and tourists could be heard outside the door, and Zhuo Yang's brows furrowed even more.
"Little Phoenix, it seems I must take you to safety!"
Zhuo Yang reached out and swept Lü Qianqian into his arms, then quickly left the linen room.
Lu Qianqian's healing technique is unique. Once activated, she can no longer sense any external noise or be disturbed. The downside is that she won't even feel if she's ambushed by an enemy.
She was incredibly bold to use such a technique in front of Zhuo Yang, seemingly having absolute faith in his character.
A few minutes later, the door to the linen room was pushed open.
A cultivator dressed in a tight-fitting outfit with a pair of dragons and tigers embroidered on his chest entered to search the area. He suddenly shouted outside, "There's a corpse here! My God, it's actually the corpse of a protector of the Broken Heaven Sect!"
A series of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor, and a portly man walked in. He was bald, around fifty years old, and dressed in a black outfit with dragons and tigers embroidered on the chest, making him look like a chef.
He is Gao Ren, one of the ten hall masters of Shifang Hall and the hall master of Longhu Hall.
"Master, it's Sheng Ziliang's body!" The cultivator respectfully bowed to the bald man.
Gao Ren nodded and said in a deep voice, "They took Sheng Ziliang's storage magic item and even rested here. Only an hour has passed, so their injuries must not have healed yet. Go after them!"