After Cultivating With the Enemy

The light-colored robe on Feng Qi's body was soon stained red with blood, Ji Zhaoyun was breathing fast, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"Go quickly..." Ji Zhaoyun's voice was hoarse and trembling, "I can't move, Feng Qi, I don't know how—"

"Don't be afraid of Xiaolong, I'm here, don't be afraid..." Feng Qi's expression quickly returned to his usual stability, he took half a step forward, Ji Zhaoyun's hand holding the sword suddenly exerted force, and the slender sword edge pierced Deeper.

Feng Qi snorted, and suddenly raised his hand to hold Jian Feng tightly: "Bai Qiuyue, get out!"

"...You guessed it." Bai Qiuyue's elegant and gentle voice suddenly came from the night sky, he smiled softly, and said softly, "I said I would prepare a big gift for you, Feng Qi, like me Is it a gift?"

Feng Qi's voice was cold: "You can't enter the Immortal Mansion, where are you hiding?"

Bai Qiuyue: "You're so smart, why don't you guess it yourself?"

Feng Qi glanced around, and finally fell on Ji Chaoyun.

The severe pain made his breathing a little unsteady. He took a deep breath and asked in a cold voice, "When did you—"

His voice came to an abrupt end.

Since he came back, Bai Qiuyue never had the opportunity to contact Ji Chaoyun, and if he really did something to Ji Chaoyun, Feng Qi couldn't possibly fail to notice it.

The only possibility is Wenqu Peak earlier.

In order to help Ji Chaoyun alleviate his fear of the illusion, he once asked Bai Qiuyue to cast a spell to help Ji Chaoyun enter his dream and weave the illusion.

Could it be that time—

Feng Qi was horrified, and asked coldly, "You've been plotting against him since such an early age?"

"Looks like I guessed it?" Bai Qiuyue said, "That's right, when you asked me to cast a spell to make Ji Chaoyun fall asleep, I left a gap in his consciousness to control him. I didn't want to use this villain's trick at first." , but whoever told you to plot against me with divine blood, I have no choice but to retaliate."

Feng Qi closed his eyes, and asked softly: "Get out of his body, I can let you handle it."

"Okay." The smile in Bai Qiuyue's voice became even bigger, and she said softly, "Take away your divine power to protect your body, let him kill you with a single sword, and I will naturally let him go."

Ji Zhaoyun's eyes were red, and he was trembling suddenly.

His limbs seemed to be tightly pressed by some kind of force, and he couldn't listen to him, and it was very difficult to even speak: "No...Feng Qi, hurry up..."

But Feng Qi didn't move.

The golden light lingering on his body faded quickly, Feng Qi smiled gently, raised his blood-stained hand, and lightly brushed Ji Zhaoyun's cheek with his fingertips: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Then, that hand slid down Ji Chaoyun's arm and held his cold fingers.Feng Qi slightly exerted strength, and suddenly pulled out the long sword.

Hot blood sprayed out and splashed on Ji Zhaoyun's face.

Feng Qi hurriedly retreated a few steps, bent his knees and half knelt on the ground, the blood in his waist and abdomen flowed, and his face turned pale instantly.

The teleportation circle behind him was still beating with light, reflecting the outline of Feng Qi's side face more and more deeply.

Feng Qi raised his head, his eyes were gentle and pity: "Come here, Xiaolong, come to me."

"No..." Ji Zhaoyun tried his best to shake his head, but his body walked forward in disobedience. The long sword tightly held in his hand slipped a string of blood beads, splashing blood flowers on the ground.

Feng Qi stared fixedly at the sharp sword edge, and slowly tightened the hand hanging by his side.

Ji Chaoyun closed his eyes, and the spiritual power continuously surging from the dragon ball finally broke through the confinement of his body with the help of the pure power in his belly.

The moment he regained his freedom, Ji Chaoyun swung his palm forcefully and hit Feng Qi on the shoulder.

"Chaoyun!"

Feng Qi was hit backwards by his palm with all his strength, his body was submerged in the light of the teleportation circle, and disappeared in place in an instant.

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and Ji Zhaoyun knelt down on the ground as if exhausted, gasping for breath.

The sense of loss of control returned, and the magic breath emanating from the spiritual consciousness quickly regained control of the body.

Bai Qiuyue's voice rang softly in his ears: "What's the use of helping him escape, with you in my hands, he will come back sooner or later."

"...Xiaolong, come to Qingqiu, I'll wait for you."

In the early morning of the next day, an awning boat waded in and stopped on the coast.

Ji Zhaoyun sat quietly in the boat, wrapped in a plain white cloak, and there were still bloodstains on his cheeks that hadn't been wiped away.

Suddenly, someone shouted from outside the boat: "Young master, Qingqiu is here, and the patriarch sent his subordinates to pick you up."

Ji Zhaoyun was not familiar with that voice, his expression remained unchanged, and he said quietly: "He invited me here, let him come out to see me by himself."

"This……"

Before the man could answer, another voice suddenly sounded from outside the boat: "Ji Chaoyun, don't be shameless, why should the patriarch come out to welcome you?"

Ji Zhaoyun was slightly taken aback.

This voice is...Wei Shaoyang.

Wei Shaoyang led a group of Tianhu people to wait on the shore. Seeing that Ji Chaoyun still hadn't disembarked, he couldn't help but shout angrily: "Why are you still standing there, drag me out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a white and slender hand opened the boat curtain.

Ji Zhaoyun stepped on the water bank, raised his eyes and looked at Wei Shaoyang indifferently: "I don't know, but Yunlu City has really become a lackey of the demon clan."

Wei Shaoyang didn't expect him to have such an attitude, and was a little dazed for a while: "We... bah, who are you scolding! We are judging the situation and looking for another master! Immortal domain is exhausted, as stubborn as you, This situation is now your fate!"

Ji Zhaoyun slightly bent the corners of his mouth, and the sea breeze blowing on the shore made the hair behind him flutter with the wind.

There were still some bloodstains on his cheeks, which made his complexion paler, but it was a little more bewitching.

Wei Shaoyang was dazzled by his smile, coughed uncomfortably, and looked away.

Ji Zhaoyun stepped forward and said softly: "The current situation? The allied forces have long been waiting outside, ready to attack Qingqiu at any time, encircle and suppress the demons, and clean up your group of scum in the fairyland. As for me, I will not regret killing the demons. But before I die, I naturally don't mind having one more City Lord Wei Shao buried with me."

After he finished speaking, he passed Wei Shaoyang and walked forward.

"Ji Chaoyun!" Wei Shaoyang's face turned blue and pale, and he suddenly raised his hand and struck Ji Chaoyun's back.

No one around him dared to stop him, just when Wei Shaoyang was about to touch him, a sharp pain suddenly came from his wrist.No one saw clearly how Ji Chaoyun turned around, he grabbed Wei Shaoyang's wrist and folded it forcefully——

"what--!!!"

Ji Zhaoyun let go of his hand, and watched Wei Shaoyang slump to the ground with cold eyes.

Wei Shaoyang held his dislocated wrist, sweating profusely from the pain: "You are so rampant, don't be afraid—"

"It should be why you are so rampant." Ji Chaoyun leaned slightly, and said slowly, "I am still useful to Bai Qiuyue, he won't kill me, but it's hard to say whether he will kill you. So, don't provoke me."

Ji Zhaoyun nodded modestly at him, turned around and walked forward.

Qingqiu is an isolated island in the sea with steep mountains, easy to defend but difficult to attack.Ji Chaoyun followed a few members of the Tianhu tribe into the mountain, and after walking for half an hour, he saw the tall bronze gate standing in the middle of the mountain.

All kinds of vines were crawling outside the door, and the climate in the forest was cold and humid. Ji Zhaoyun stopped in front of the door and wiped the thin sweat from his forehead with his hand.

Soon, the bronze gate opened, revealing the majestic high hall inside.

The palace here is uniformly built with blue stone and jade. Ji Chaoyun was led to a side hall, and the door of the hall was slowly closed, leaving him alone.

This should be a sleeping hall, the windows are tightly closed and no light can come in, only a few lamps can be used for illumination.

Ji Zhaoyun looked around, and the hand hidden in the cloak subconsciously stroked his lower abdomen.

"Are you tired, sit down and rest." A voice came from the inner room, and Bai Qiuyue opened the bead curtain and walked out.

Ji Zhaoyun's breath stopped, and he looked at him vigilantly.

Bai Qiuyue walked to the front of the hall and sat down, poured two cups of tea, and pushed a cup to the opposite side: "Sit down, drink a cup of hot tea to warm up your body. Don't be nervous, I won't hurt you."

Ji Chaoyun was silent for a moment, then stepped forward and sat down.

Bai Qiuyue took a sip of tea, and said leisurely: "I heard that you injured Wei Shaoyang just now?"

"Yes." Ji Chaoyun said, "Why, you want to get it back for him?"

"Of course not." Bai Qiuyue shook her head with a smile, her voice was gentle and peaceful, "Although Yunlu City has taken refuge in me, but their power is low and they are of no use to me. If Wei Shaoyang makes you unhappy, I might as well arrest him. How about letting you handle it?"

"...No need."

Bai Qiuyue smiled and said nothing more.

He sat quietly drinking tea, with his left hand casually resting on his side, his wide cuff hanging down, Ji Zhaoyun glanced at his cuff, feeling vaguely strange.

As if noticing his gaze, Bai Qiuyue stood up, walked in front of him, and looked down at him: "Are you looking at this?"

He raised his left hand, the cuff slipped off, but only a wrist bone was visible.The section of the wrist bone was wrapped in a bandage, faintly tinged with blood.

That hand had already been chopped off.

Ji Zhaoyun was horrified: "You..."

"Thanks to your God, that divine blood has made me suffer a lot." Bai Qiuyue's eyes turned around Ji Chaoyun's body, and suddenly she stretched out her good hand, grabbed his wrist and lifted it up. "At Wenqu Peak back then, you stabbed me with a sword and caused me to have a hand broken. Now that sword has been returned from Feng Qi, according to my rule of revenge, shouldn't I ask you for it?" Want a hand?"

Ji Zhaoyun's face was pale, and he instinctively wanted to break away from the opponent, but his body began to lose control again.

Bai Qiuyue let him go, and the smile in her eyes deepened: "Don't be afraid, Xiaolong, I won't touch you for the time being."

Ji Chaoyun asked: "Why do you want me to come to Qingqiu?"

"I don't think so." Bai Qiuyue's smile subsided slightly, he raised Ji Zhaoyun's chin, and stroked the dried blood on his cheek with his fingertips, "Someone wants to save your life, I just follow orders."

"Yan Huaqing?"

Bai Qiuyue didn't answer.He suddenly withdrew his hand, turned around and walked towards the gate of the palace: "You will live here these days, and I will not treat you badly for food and clothing. When I open the gate to the Demon Realm, we will go to the Demon Realm together. Of course you will understand."

The hall door opened and closed again, leaving only Ji Zhaoyun in the empty hall again.

The lights on the table danced, Ji Zhaoyun glanced at the unused hot tea on the table, got up and walked towards the inner room.

The furnishings in this hall are extremely simple, but the tables, chairs and beds are fully furnished.

He closed his clothes and lay down on the bed, wrapped the cloak tightly around his body, and curled up slightly.

The aura in his belly fluctuated slightly, as if he was a little uneasy.

Ji Chaoyun stroked his lower abdomen and said softly, "Don't be afraid, Daddy is here, everything will be fine."