Volume 1: Regent's Turbulence 026 Healing His Wounds

  Feng Ao Tian's phoenix eyes stared at Leng Qian Ye, not looking away from his gaze. She heard him let out a muffled groan, biting tightly on his lips, the space between their lips filled with a faint metallic scent. With the tip of her tongue, she carefully licked the blood off his thin lips into her own mouth, and there was a sweet, refreshing taste like snow lotus, extremely good.

  Leng Qianye never expected that he would be robbed of his first kiss in life by her, and what's more, it was a man who was not inferior to him. Unfortunately, he had no martial arts skills and couldn't resist her grip, otherwise, he would have killed her. For the first time, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, which were as calm as a lotus flower, and his breath, which was originally pure and untainted, was tinged with a chill that inspired fear.

  Feng Ao Tian naturally didn't evade his gaze, it seems he's going to learn how to resist now?

  Leng Qianye averted his gaze, not looking at the person who was now wantonly humiliating him. He couldn't die, but he couldn't bear this kind of humiliation either. His heart was tormented, and the force binding his arms had slightly loosened. With all his might, he jerked his arms and twisted his waist, pinning Feng Ao Tian to his chest. Lowering his head, his eyes gathered a murderous intent, paired with his pale and elegant face, the ruthless and decisive killing intent that was hidden deep within him was completely unleashed.

  Feng Ao Tian locked eyes with him, this was the second time he had looked at her so seriously, more fascinating than when he saw her just now. She seemed to ignore the murderous intent he shot at her, neither getting angry nor taking action to subdue him, but instead allowed him to hold her wrist, a sly smile playing on the corner of her mouth as she gazed at him.

  "What? Want to bite me?" Feng Ao Tian licked the corner of his mouth, staring at his pale thin lips that had become rich and shiny from her licking. His cold eyes also showed more emotion than usual, now even more extraordinary and elegant, beyond compare.

  Leng Qianye gazed coldly at Feng Ao Tian, in these two years, she had been trying every means to torment him, speaking rudely and using foul language towards him, but never like this before. Was this still the same Feng Ao Tian who made his heart feel disgusted and looked down upon?

  Feng Ao Tian only heard a faint, soul-stirring hum from him just now, and from start to finish, he didn't hear him say a single word. However, she wasn't in a hurry, for people with such temperament were like a jar of fine wine that had been sealed away for a long time - the longer it was left to age, the richer its flavor would become.

  "Are you not going to bite me? Or are you waiting for me to bite you?" Feng Ao Tian raised his head with a thick face and skin, and at the same time, he glanced at the bite mark on her neck, which was still bleeding. She slightly tilted her head, and her tongue slid over the blood stain on her neck, taking the blood into her mouth.

  Leng Qianye's body trembled inexplicably, and he immediately let her go, got up from her body, turned his back to her, and stopped looking at her. However, no one noticed that under his ethereal and immortal temperament, there was a fleeting hint of intoxication.

  Feng Ao Tian slowly got up, his palms exerting force, as if the essence of heaven and earth was condensed in his palm, pushing towards Leng Qian Ye. The entire prison cell shook, even Feng Gong Gong, who was waiting 300 meters away, felt a shocking vibration that seemed to shake the heavens and split the earth.

  The others in the cell were even more frightened, huddled together with their bodies trembling, and the dry grass on the ground was blown up by a strong gust of wind, creating waves of storms, which was also seen for the first time.

  The table and chairs in the cell were suspended in mid-air by Feng Ao Tian's internal force, while Leng Qian Ye's body was also hit by the internal force and floated in mid-air. His body was shrouded in a layer of white mist, and amidst the mist, he only wore a pair of underwear, his skin as smooth as jade, making his body seem even more ethereal and elusive.

  Feng Ao Tian's wide robe was lifted by his inner power, and the wind rose. His handsome face seemed to have experienced the turmoil of the world, with a million winds and flowers gathered, condensing the strongest power in this world. It is difficult for ordinary people without profound internal strength to achieve this.

  Lord Feng stared at the prison cell in confusion, thinking to himself, what's wrong with Master? Why would he use his own inner power to help Leng Qianye recover her strength? Isn't she afraid that Leng Qianye will regain her martial arts skills and openly defy her?

  Thinking of this, he lifted his foot and took a step forward. He then thought again that since the master was doing this, he must have had some plan in mind. If he were to rush over like this, wouldn't it ruin the master's good deed?

  The damp, cold and gloomy dungeon is now like a hell, extremely terrifying. The prisoners inside are all trembling with fear, wishing they could die immediately, rather than continue to live in such a state of constant anxiety and terror, where life is worse than death.

  After a long time, Feng Ao Tian slowly withdrew his inner strength, and the table and chairs in the cell fell to the ground with a loud crash, shattering into powder. She turned around swiftly, embracing Cold Qian Ye who was about to fall, spinning around in circles. Cold Qian Ye leaned weakly against her chest, raising his eyes to gaze at her serene face. Those cold, icy phoenix eyes, however, shone with an exceptionally clear luster. In that one glance, he inadvertently crashed into the dusty recesses of his heart.

  His feet touched the ground, Feng Ao Tian wrapped his arms around his sturdy waist, took off his own outer robe and put it on him, and flew out of the dungeon.

  Lord Feng saw that his own master was fond of flying today, and liked to fly with men. Just now it was Mu Hanjin, and now it is Leng Qianye. Moreover, each one is a tough master. He couldn't help but feel a headache, and his old face changed into countless expressions. He turned around and followed out of the dungeon without looking back.

  In the study, Mu Hanjin was intently reviewing the memorials with a focused expression, his mind undistracted. His hand holding the brush paused slightly, and his calm eyes stared at the finger, a thread of unusual emotion flashing across his face. A hint of a smile flickered between his warm eyebrows and eyes as he continued to attend to his duties.

  A gust of cold wind blew by, Feng Ao Tian wrapped his arms around Leng Qian Ye's body and flew into the bedroom, his movements extremely light. However, he still couldn't escape Mu Han Jin's sharp ears in the study. He put down his brush, got up from his seat, walked out of the study, and saw two figures heading towards the inner chamber.

  His footsteps were extremely light, yet each step seemed to weigh heavily on him. The snow-white long gown reflected his slender figure, and the silhouette was all too familiar to him, making him feel a growing sense of unease in his heart, fearing that he might see something he did not want to see.

  Feng Ao Tian placed the Cold Thousand Leaves on the bed, covered him with a thin quilt, and felt his pulse while calling out, "Han Jin, come in."

  Mo Hanjin's heart sank, and he responded in a low voice, "Yes." As he spoke, he bowed his head and stepped into the inner room, slowly approaching the bedside. He slightly raised his eyes, waiting until he saw Leng Qianye lying weakly on the bed. His calm gaze flickered with a hint of tears, it seemed that he had indeed guessed correctly, and couldn't help but feel sorrow for Leng Qianye.

  Feng Ao Tian stretched out her hand and touched Mu Han Jin's icy fingers, which were hidden in his sleeve. With a wave of her cloud-like sleeve, the small box on the distant sandalwood table was sucked into her palm. She took out a white porcelain bottle from the box and placed it in Mu Han Jin's palm, "Give him the medicine, there must not be any scars left on his body."

  Mu Hanjin gazed at the medicine bottle in her palm, but his heart was stirred up like a thousand waves. As he stood there dazed, Feng Ao Tian had already gotten up and walked into the study room, "After you're done, come over to keep me company."

  Digression

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