At the same moment, a flash of light appeared on the little black dog, and the real Dongfang Cangwu revealed himself.
Looking down at his own clean, slender hands, Dongfang Cangwu suddenly understood. It seemed that only when Yan Jiaojiao was weak or asleep could he reveal his true form in front of her.
Just now, she was trapped in the swamp, and although her life was in danger, her consciousness was still clear, so under such circumstances, Dongfang Cangwu could not escape the form of a little black dog.
However, before Dongfang Cangwu could think further, the familiar pain came from his heart again.
He couldn't help but turn his gaze to Yan Jiaojiao. He saw more and more blood flowing from her mouth, her body swayed, and then she spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing onto the ground.
"Stupid woman."
Dongfang Cangwu said with disdain.
He naturally knew that Yan Jiaojiao was eager to condense her inner丹 and had absorbed the Duan Dan Grass all at once. Her broken body truly could not withstand it. The impact of the spiritual energy was enough to kill her, let alone condense the inner丹.
The pain in his chest intensified, indicating that Yan Jiaojiao's life force was rapidly draining away.
Dongfang Cangwu took a few deep breaths before suppressing the unwillingness in his heart.
The moment before he reached out to support Yan Jiaojiao, he paused again, raised his hand, and waved. The mud on Yan Jiaojiao's body was swept away.
Without the mud obscuring it, Yan Jiaojiao's small face looked even more pale as paper.
"You owe me again."
Dongfang Cangwu said coldly. The next second, he held Yan Jiaojiao in his arms and breathed into her, injecting his warm spiritual energy into her body.
With the infusion of this domineering yet warm spiritual energy, Yan Jiaojiao felt most of her coldness dissipate. The cold spiritual energy of the Duan Dan Grass was also tamed, its chill gradually fading.
Yan Jiaojiao was no longer experiencing alternating hot and cold sensations. The pain all over her body gradually disappeared, leaving only a slight soreness in her meridians.
That warm spiritual energy reached Yan Jiaojiao's Sea of Consciousness, and gradually absorbed the fragmented inner丹, piece by piece. When they reached a reasonable size, the spiritual energy wrapped them up, slowly forming a sphere that flickered and emitted a red light.
Seeing that the inner丹 had taken shape, the spiritual energy then slowly withdrew from Yan Jiaojiao's body.
At this moment, Yan Jiaojiao's consciousness was also gradually returning. Before she could check her internal condition, she first felt a soft, cool sensation on her lips.
Familiar yet strange.
What is this?
Yan Jiaojiao's long eyelashes trembled twice, and she slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Dongfang Cangwu's incomparably handsome face.
His hair was as dark as ink, his skin like congealed fat, his eyes like stars, and his lips as red as blood.
He was even more beautiful than herself. Yan Jiaojiao, whose consciousness was not yet clear, instinctively exclaimed at the beautiful sight.
"Are you an immortal fairy?"
Dongfang Cangwu separated from her, frowning at the delirious Yan Jiaojiao.
The soft sensation on her lips disappeared, and Yan Jiaojiao felt a sense of reluctance and dissatisfaction.
"Don't frown, let's do it again."
Saying that, Yan Jiaojiao raised her hand, put her arm around Dongfang Cangwu's shoulder, and gently pressed down, kissing Dongfang Cangwu's lips again.
"Delicious."
Yan Jiaojiao mumbled, even gently biting his lips.
It was tender and soft, more Q-bouncy and sweet than any jelly she had eaten in her twenty-first century life. It was simply irresistible.
Yan Jiaojiao couldn't help but stick out her petite tongue and lick Dongfang Cangwu's lips.
Dongfang Cangwu's eyes widened instantly.
Damn woman, was she seducing him!
However, before Dongfang Cangwu could push her away, Yan Jiaojiao collapsed into his arms again due to lack of strength. Her eyes were still dazed as she looked at Dongfang Cangwu.
"What, what's your name?"
Her briefly recovered consciousness seemed to be slipping away again. She clutched Dongfang Cangwu's sleeve and asked with her last bit of awareness.
Dongfang Cangwu gritted his teeth: "You'd better remember, I am called Dong, Fang, Cang, Wu!"
Dongfang Cangwu?
The moment darkness enveloped her again, Yan Jiaojiao suddenly remembered that the monk chanting scriptures in her dream earlier had indeed said "Dongfang Cangwu"...
Dongfang Cangwu looked at Yan Jiaojiao, who had fainted again in his arms due to exhaustion, and wished he could throw her on the ground.
Putting aside their past grievances, he had always been the one to flirt with others. This was the first time a woman had taken advantage of him!
A clamor of voices came from the foot of the mountain. The Yan family saw the swamp in the back mountain catching fire and had all gathered.
In order to save Yan Jiaojiao, Dongfang Cangwu had also expended a lot of spiritual energy. He was not in a condition to face these low-level cultivators at the moment. Dongfang Cangwu blinked, and with Yan Jiaojiao in his arms, he disappeared into the back mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, the Yan family stood hesitating. The elder with the long beard, standing at the front, couldn't help but turn his head to look behind him, his gaze seeming to catch a trace of powerful spiritual energy in the distance.
Then, he turned back as if nothing had happened.
Dongfang Cangwu took Yan Jiaojiao back to her residence.
Most of the Yan family had gone to the back mountain due to the fire. Even Chen Wenyu didn't have the energy to bother with Yan Jiaojiao. The remaining people were naturally in no mood to pay attention to this secluded courtyard.
Two figures flashed into Yan Jiaojiao's boudoir.
With a "thump," Dongfang Cangwu casually threw her onto the bedroom bed, his expression somewhat unpleasant.
"What was that sound?"
The maid Rong'er outside the door heard the noise and immediately pushed the door open to check. However, she was blinded by a gust of wind. When she opened her eyes again, she only saw Yan Jiaojiao lying peacefully on the bed.
Strange, Rong'er scratched her head. When she returned from the front hall earlier, the eldest miss had already disappeared. When did she return to her room and fall asleep?
Fortunately, the original owner had experienced similar situations before, so Rong'er didn't think too much about it. She just stepped forward to cover Yan Jiaojiao with a quilt and then quietly withdrew.
During this sleep, Yan Jiaojiao seemed to dream of many soft and fragrant jellies, which bounced and touched her cheeks, gently and coolly.
By the time Yan Jiaojiao woke up, it was already broad daylight.
"Eldest Miss."
Rong'er rushed in as soon as she heard the movement, but this time she was unharmed, and the rips in her clothes had been mended.
"Eldest Miss, you slept for a very long time. Everyone went to the back mountain to help fight the fire. Such a huge commotion didn't wake you up."
Rong'er chattered while skillfully serving Yan Jiaojiao to get up.
The fire in the back mountain was a major event, and Yan Jiaojiao, as the instigator, naturally knew this.
She could understand that a maid's life was boring, and she couldn't help but share when she finally had something to talk about. However, she was really not in the mood to listen to this right now.
"You can go out first. I want to lie down for a while longer."
Yan Jiaojiao waved her hand. Rong'er had no choice but to shut her mouth reluctantly, turn around, and leave.
Yan Jiaojiao quickly mobilized her spiritual energy and carefully examined her Sea of Consciousness.