Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

By chance, I found out that this little demon king is a treasure. The grass growing on its head has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. It works really well.

The little demon king is still young, with only six small sprouts growing on his head. Yang Susu accidentally pulled one out and ate it.

Now there are only five left.

Yang Susu stretched out her hand and slowly moved closer to the grass at the edge, fearing that she would wake up the sleeping little demon king.

If this guy finds out, he will definitely refuse to give it to me no matter what.

"Chirp—"

Grab it and pull it!

"Ah! This demon king's flowing hair——"

With a roar that resounded through the sky, Yang Susu grabbed the flowing "hair" of the little demon king in her hand and quickly withdrew from the Three Lives Stone.

She scratched her eardrums, which were a little painful from the shock, and muttered, "She's small, but she has a loud voice!"

She fed the emerald green grass in her hand to Hua Huashengsheng.

Afterwards, the wound on the abdomen healed quickly as if visible to the naked eye.

----

After a few nights of rain in Lincheng, it seemed as if winter had arrived overnight.

In the early morning, heavy snow fell outside.

The moment Yang Susu opened the door, the horn of war rang throughout the military camp.

This time, it was the Eastern Zhou Dynasty that took the initiative to attack.

Last night, when it was a dark rainy night and the cold rain was drizzling, Yang Yuan led a small group of elite soldiers and once again attacked the enemy's food supply.

Princess Nansheng, Sheng Jiuyue, who had just arrived at the military camp last night, also disappeared, taking with her a small squad of the Longteng Army.

It turns out that Sheng Jiuyue also has a token that can summon the Dragon Army.

The war was raging, blood was splattering, and wailing was everywhere.

On the city wall, Yang Susu saw demonic creatures for the first time, two human-faced centipedes and three other strange-looking monsters.

Yang Susu recognized at first sight that these demons and monsters had crawled out of Qian Qing's black hole.

But shouldn't these demons be locked up in the Holy Fire Cage of the Hua family?

At once, she understood.

Xi Shang is backed by the Hua family, so the Hua family released these demons to help Xi Shang.

Instantly, anger filled her entire chest.

No wonder, even with Yang Zuo and Yang You, the Eastern Zhou Dynasty still suffered defeat after defeat.

How can such a demonic creature be killed by a mortal body?

It is rare that the Eastern Zhou Dynasty could hold out for so long under the attack of such demons.

And Yang Susu also saw the white-haired and fluttering Taoist Master Hua for the first time.

Across the thousands of troops, Hua Guoshi's sight also fell on Yang Susu on the city wall, and his white eyebrows wrinkled.

That is the reincarnation of the saint!

He must be killed, so that Yu Lou can sit on the throne of the Qing monarch without any hindrance.

Yang Susu withdrew her gaze, summoned the Holy Heaven Sword, and flew towards the human-faced centipede that had killed Jun Zeyuan on the battlefield.

The Holy Heaven Sword flashed with the faint light of the Orchid Holy Fire, and with one strike of the sword it cut off the head of the human-faced centipede.

"Second sister-in-law, awesome!"

Jun Zeyuan retracted the four lines and gave Yang Susu a thumbs up.

"You go kill the enemy, and I'll kill these demons."

Jun Zeyuan stared at the human-faced centipede that had not grown a new head and was completely dead, and nodded: "Okay, Second Sister-in-law, be careful."

Afterwards, the other two demon creatures also died in Yang Susu's Holy Heaven Sword.

Yang Zuo and Yang You also killed one. The bow and arrow in Yang You's hand seemed to be of great origin and was very powerful.

Seeing Yang Susu kill all the monsters, a trace of anger flashed in Master Hua's eyes. He snorted coldly, turned his wide sleeves, rotated his hands in the opposite direction, and muttered something. Then a huge formation gradually formed, covering the sky and pressing towards the direction of Dong Zhou.

"Whoosh-"

A blue bow and arrow shot towards Master Hua with a strong pressure.

White silk threads flowed towards Master Hua.

However, the formation was not yet complete, so Master Hua had to stop the spell, dodge the attack, and retreat.

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In the Xishang Palace, the eldest princess sat in front of the old emperor's bed, looking at him who looked like a dried corpse, her brows furrowed, and her eyes were filled with disgust.

"Father, why do you miss this world so much? Why are you so reluctant to leave?"

"You are old and ugly, what's the point of living forever?"

"Father, everyone will die eventually. The so-called immortality is nothing but a slow death."

"Look at you now. You are neither human nor ghost. All your descendants are dead. Apart from me, your daughter who you have raised as a medicine man since her mother's womb, who else would visit you at your sickbed?"

The princess stretched out her white, long-sleeved hands, slowly took the pillow beside her, looked at the old emperor who was staring at her but could no longer speak, and continued with a smile: "The only value of my birth is to provide you, an old man, with my blood every month to continue your so-called immortality. Oh, my heart hurts so much."

Under the old emperor's angry eyes, the eldest princess slowly pressed the golden pillow embroidered with a gilded flying dragon firmly on the old emperor's face.

The huge feeling of suffocation made the old emperor move his hands stiffly.

He held the princess's hand tightly, trying to push her away, and even scratched several deep bloody marks on her fair arm.

The eldest princess' bright and noble face now revealed an extremely blatant hatred, and even twisted.

"Do you know how painful it is to have your heart bleed taken?"

"For your immortality, you have been taking my blood since I was born and humiliating me in every way. You deserve to die, you deserve to die..."

It was not until the person under the pillow gradually stopped struggling that she burst into laughter, with tears welling up in her eyes.

"He's dead, he's finally dead, he's finally dead, I finally don't have to bleed him anymore, this old man is finally dead."

"Hahaha, elixir of life? You can't live forever. You will go to hell when you die."

"What's the point of living forever if it's just a wrinkled shell?"

After she had laughed enough, she turned her head with tears in her eyes and looked at Jun Zeyuan, who was standing beside her with his head down, expressionless, like air, and raised her eyebrows and said: "Ayang, do you think I am beautiful?"

Jun Zeyuan's voice was very clear: "The princess is naturally beautiful."

The princess kept her promise this time. Not only did she invite the best imperial physician in Xishang to treat him, she also didn't touch him for days.

In just a few days, he was able to get out of bed and walk freely.

"Then Ayang, will you accompany me to live forever together?"

She slowly stood up and tried to walk towards Jun Xiyang, but the old emperor's hand had held her tightly during his lifetime and had not let go even after his death.

She frowned, took out the ruby-red and golden scimitar hidden at her waist, and ruthlessly chopped off the old emperor's hand.

She picked up the severed hand and threw it on the ground in disgust.