Nan Gong Mo, who had been unconscious in Nangong Li's embrace, woke up at this moment.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the people around him came into view.
He was slightly startled, and his dull gaze turned pale as he saw the blood dripping from the corner of the Flood Dragon's mouth.
"It's blood, there's blood, I'm scared!"
He buried his head and burrowed into Nangong Li's embrace, begging Nangong Li to hold him tighter.
"This...?"
Sixth Prince Nangong Li was dumbfounded.
His mouth hung open.
So did everyone else.
Sensing Nan Gong Mo's abnormality.
Gu Qian Ying threw Meng Yi's sword back to him, letting him continue to hold the sword against the Flood Dragon.
Preventing the Flood Dragon from escaping.
She hurried to Nan Gong Mo's side, grabbed his wrist, and asked, "What's wrong? Nan Gong Mo, what's wrong with you?"
"A Mo, what's wrong with you?"
"Lotus Emperor, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Du Chun and the Six Sons of Yin Mountain followed behind, all looking concerned.
Although Gu Qian Ying was not injured while confronting the Flood Dragon, her robes were stained with the Flood Dragon's blood, and the smell of blood was very strong.
The Six Sons of Yin Mountain were all injured, and each of them carried the smell of blood to varying degrees.
When Gu Qian Ying and the others approached Nan Gong Mo.
Nan Gong Mo, terrified, clung to Sixth Prince Nangong Li's neck and refused to let go, burying his head in his neck and not daring to look up: "Don't come over, there's blood, I'm scared, don't come over!"
His voice trembled slightly with surprise.
Everyone was shocked.
Sixth Prince Nangong Li, who was being held tightly by Nan Gong Mo, was at a loss as to how to react.
"Ninth Imperial Uncle, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your nephew, sob, sob, you're suffocating your nephew."
Breathing with difficulty, Nangong Li felt like he was about to suffocate.
But at this moment, he was more concerned about what was wrong with his Ninth Imperial Uncle, Nan Gong Mo.
"Everyone, step back, don't get close to him. He might be afraid of blood, and the smell of blood."
Gu Qian Ying was the first to realize what Nan Gong Mo was afraid of. At the same time, she ordered Du Chun and the Six Sons of Yin Mountain to step back and not get close to him.
Du Chun and the Six Sons of Yin Mountain obeyed.
As expected, after these people retreated several meters.
The hand with which Nan Gong Mo hugged Nangong Li loosened slightly. He slowly let go of Nangong Li, turned his head, glanced at Gu Qian Ying and the others, and said nothing.
"Nan Gong Mo..."
Gu Qian Ying took a step forward.
She wanted to check Nan Gong Mo's pulse.
But before she could get close.
Nan Gong Mo, frightened again, hugged Nangong Li tightly: "Don't come over, there's blood."
Seeing this, Gu Qian Ying stopped, took off her blood-stained outer robe, and tossed it aside.
She moved forward again.
But Nan Gong Mo still treated her as a stranger, and was so repulsed by her.
"Don't come over, I'm scared."
Gu Qian Ying's body trembled, her forward steps halted, and her chest felt heavy as if pressed by a large stone, making her feel stuffy and uncomfortable.
Was he afraid of her?
"Husband, don't you recognize me anymore? I am Gu Qian Ying, your Princess Consort, your wife."
Every address Gu Qian Ying spoke was emphasized.
Nan Gong Mo turned his head and looked at her blankly, repeating her words: "Husband? Princess Consort? Wife?"
It was unclear what he remembered, or what he had figured out.
He finally let go of Nangong Li, opened his arms to Gu Qian Ying, and said with a proud expression, "Aren't you coming to hug me? My legs are numb."
Gu Qian Ying: "......??"
Nangong Li: "......??"
Du Chun, Six Sons of Yin Mountain: "......??"
Gu Qian Ying stepped forward, squatted down, and Nan Gong Mo hugged her neck, burying his head in her embrace.
Seeing Nan Gong Mo like this.
Sixth Prince Nangong Li was dumbfounded.
"Ninth Imperial Aunt, has Ninth Imperial Uncle turned into an idiot?"
Gu Qian Ying raised her eyes and gave him a cold glance.
Nangong Li immediately admitted defeat, raised his hand and slapped himself, and said again, "Has Ninth Imperial Uncle suffered some kind of shock? Is there something wrong here?"
Nangong Li pointed to his head.
Gu Qian Ying frowned and said nothing.
Du Chun also took off his outer robe, put on a clean inner robe, walked over, squatted down, and placed his hand on Nan Gong Mo's wrist.
"From the pulse, A Mo has no problems at all. Not even a trace of the Blood Prism poison remains in his body. His body is very healthy."
After checking Nan Gong Mo's pulse, Du Chun looked up at Gu Qian Ying.
Although Gu Qian Ying was also a physician, she trusted Du Chun's medical skills.
"If that's the case, why has he become like this?"
Gu Qian Ying couldn't figure this out.
Everyone was even more confused.
But Gu Qian Ying was certain that Nan Gong Mo's current state was caused by the confrontation with the Flood Dragon.
The Flood Dragon deserved to die!
"Meng Yi, attack, kill him!"
Gu Qian Ying raised her hand to cover Nan Gong Mo's eyes and commanded Meng Yi.
"Yes! Princess Consort!"
Meng Yi obeyed, gripping the sword in his hand.
"Don't kill me, I can tell you a secret."
The Flood Dragon, which had been arrogant before, was now very humble in order to survive.
"No need to tell us, we don't want to hear it!"
Gu Qian Ying's tone was cold.
Just as the sword was about to slice through the Flood Dragon's neck, the Flood Dragon shouted, "It's about Nan Gong Mo!"
Meng Yi paused, then turned to look at Gu Qian Ying.
Gu Qian Ying nodded at him.
Meng Yi withdrew his sword, picked up the blood-stained Scarlet Blood Saber from the ground, wiped it clean, and came to Gu Qian Ying's back.
Gu Qian Ying stared coldly at the Flood Dragon, "Speak!"
"To untie his knot, you need to go to the Ten Thousand Layered Hell and save someone. That person is named Bai Xian Hua, who is Nan Gong Mo's most important person. He has been imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Layered Hell for thousands of years. He might have already perished, or he might still be alive. This is the only way to untie his knot."
The Flood Dragon answered truthfully.
To save his life, he no longer concealed anything.
"A Mo, here's a piece of饼, eat this first, I'll be right back."
Gu Qian Ying, as if performing magic, handed half a饼 to Nan Gong Mo and rubbed his head to coax him.
Because she was pregnant, Nan Gong Mo always carried some food with him for fear that she would be hungry.
She knew where he hid it.
Her stomach growled.
Nan Gong Mo unceremoniously took the half-饼 and began to gnaw on it.
"Okay, okay, wife, you go ahead, I'll wait."
He spoke in a very obedient manner.
As Gu Qian Ying stood up, she glanced at Du Chun and Nangong Li.
The carefree Nangong Li did not understand the meaning behind Gu Qian Ying's gaze.
Du Chun, however, quickly understood.
He coaxed and pulled Nan Gong Mo to turn his back.
Gu Qian Ying snatched the Scarlet Blood Saber from Meng Yi's hand, walked up to the Flood Dragon.
"You female child, you broke your promise. You said you wouldn't kill me, you... you..."
The sharp sword tip shimmered with a dazzling light.
The Flood Dragon panicked.
"Have you ever heard of a contracted beast?"
"What? You woman, do you know what I am? I am a divine beast, an ancient divine beast. You... you actually want me to be the contracted beast of you little child. You... you dare to treat me like this, I..."
His words stopped abruptly as Gu Qian Ying cut her palm with the tip of the knife.
Blood dripped from Gu Qian Ying's palm.
Ignoring the Flood Dragon's resistance, Gu Qian Ying grabbed the Flood Dragon's wrist, forcibly pried open his palm, and cut a bloody gash in the Flood Dragon's palm with the tip of the knife.
The Flood Dragon struggled.
Gu Qian Ying's cold eyes were like ice, and she held the Flood Dragon's wrist tightly, refusing to let go.
"With my blood, I bind the beast's soul. We shall share the same path. By the heavens above and the myriad phenomena on earth, I shall be master, and you shall be beast. Call me King. If you betray me, you shall be punished by boiling oil, and your soul shall be scattered into oblivion. Our contract shall be fulfilled."