Chapter 1115 - 805: Wings
Shen Tang discovered that although her consciousness resided in the High Priest’s body, most of the time she didn’t have the ability to control the body, functioning more as an observer, watching this slowly unfolding story.
I heard that Your Majesty returned, so Ying Zhao had the elder and others in the hall leave first.
She tidied her clothes and got up to walk to the door.
𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Nie Yi returned from outside.
It should have been several years since they last met in the Illusion Realm. At that time, he seemed barely out of adulthood, and now his figure had become taller and more impressive, his features deep and handsome, his whole aura more mature and stable, yet exuding an irresistible majesty and sharpness.
He seemed to have endured a long battle, appearing very fatigued, with blood stains on his dark black robe. He should have just returned from the battlefield and came directly to find her, without even having time to return to the Royal Palace.
"Ah Zhao..."
Nie Yi stretched out his arms and tightly wrapped Ying Zhao in his embrace, burying his head in the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath.
The sharp teeth of his lips emerged, piercing her delicate skin, greedily devouring the sweet blood.
Ying Zhao frowned lightly, but did not let out a single cry of pain, as if she had long been accustomed to it.
She could clearly feel the man’s scorching breath spraying on her skin, filled with immense longing and yearning.
She did not resist, instead gently raising her neck, with one slender hand lightly grasping the back of his head, showing indulgence.
As a Blood Clan Beastman, she understood all too well that the blood of a beloved female was overwhelmingly enticing to a male, not to mention that Nie Yi had just experienced fierce combat, sustaining severe injuries, increasing his thirst for blood.
He almost instinctively came looking for her urgently, needing her blood to soothe him.
...Ah, she had rejected him so many times, it’s just a bit of blood, after all, it’s not like he’s doing anything else outrageous, she might as well let him have at it.
When no one was noticing, Shen Tang saw Ying Zhao’s elegantly styled fingers glide over the man’s neck, leaving a discreet mark.
Nie Yi did not notice.
After satisfying himself, he slowly regained his senses. Seeing the pale-colored female, his own face suddenly turned pale too, lowering his head and apologizing with guilt, "Sorry, Ah Zhao, I... I promise this is the last time."
She had just delivered not long ago, her body was already weak, working tirelessly for the Blood Clan until now, she had enough hardships. And yet he had no consideration at all, consuming so much of her blood... He’s truly damnable!
Nie Yi raised his hand to slap himself, but Ying Zhao quickly held his hand, shaking her head, gently saying, "It’s just a bit of blood, it’s nothing serious to me, I’ll just drink some blood-replenishing soup later and recover."
Ying Zhao took out a clean cloth, wiped the blood stains from his face, her long brows slightly furrowed, saying with heartache, "No matter how hard I work inside the clan, it’s nothing compared to Your Majesty’s battles outside. If one is not careful, they might even lose their life."
Nie Yi lowered his eyes, deeply gazing at the gentle female in front of him, his breathing becoming heavy, raising his hand to grasp her wrist, his Adam’s apple moving violently, emotions seemingly about to burst forth.
Ying Zhao quickly withdrew her hand, stepping back, seemingly realizing her subconscious action earlier was somewhat inappropriate, her tone meant to be gentle and now deliberately distant, "Your Majesty, perhaps you should still call the witch doctor to check you, see if there are any internal injuries."
"I’m fine, no need for such trouble." Nie Yi also retracted his hand, his breathing calming down.
"But I smell blood on you."
"It’s just some superficial wounds. Most of the blood on me belongs to the enemy." Nie Yi said indifferently.
Ying Zhao angrily pinched his hand hard, and he instantly inhaled with pain, his handsome, deep face scrunched up, pleading repeatedly, "I was wrong, Ah Zhao."
"You really don’t know how to take care of your body, just like when you were a child, truly infuriating." Ying Zhao said both angrily and helplessly, handing him a bottle of medicine, still calling the witch doctor over to give him a good examination.
Nie Yi had many large and small wounds on his body and suffered very serious internal injuries. While not necessarily fatal for him, without timely treatment, it could easily leave sequelae.
He’s still so young, if it truly left behind an incurable disease, it would be a matter for life, not to be taken lightly.
Nie Yi removed his shirt, revealing a strong, muscular upper body. There was a very serious injury on his left arm, as if bitten by some huge creature, with several chunks of flesh missing.