Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Xuanlong has cultivated for nearly ten thousand years, so he shouldn't be so weak. His mana is getting weaker, and the pain on his body becomes clearer.

As the catastrophe got closer, he became no different from ordinary people, so it would be uncomfortable to be tortured like this.

The man on the stone bed who had just experienced the so-called sexual intercourse between husband and wife was completely naked, and before he even had time to cover himself with a brocade quilt, he was already in a deep sleep. He trusted Yan Yuan too much, and never thought of setting up defenses at all.

Yan Yuan quietly stopped beside the bed, her eyes fell on the wound on Xuanlong's left chest, the wound was facing the heart, as long as the dagger was stabbed in, he would die...

It won't be too painful.

Then dig out his heart and go back to save Ayu.

As an emperor, Yan Yuan has a compassionate heart, but she thinks she is not an indecisive person. At the time when she killed a courtier in the Jinluan Palace, the blood spattered on the spot, she was merciless, but now he just couldn't do anything.

He raised the dagger high in his hand, and the fingers holding the knife were so hard that the knuckles turned white, and he couldn't drop it for a long time.

That kind of deep discomfort almost overwhelmed Yan Yuan, as if he and Xuanlong didn't meet for the first month, but in the previous life, and they had known each other for a long time in the previous life, otherwise how could he be soft-hearted.

To be soft-hearted towards others is to be cruel towards Ning Zhiyu...

He can lose anyone, but he can't lose his Ayu.

Yan Yuan closed her eyes, breathing tremblingly, gritted her teeth, raised the dagger in her hand, and stabbed it fiercely at Xuanlong's chest——

The man on the stone bed suddenly let out a low sob, frowned in pain and turned over, slightly curled up his body, looking like some kind of injured beast, so fragile that he couldn't hide it.

Yan Yuan's movements stopped abruptly, Xuanlong's pale face was reflected in her eyes.

A few drops of blood were stained on the tip of the knife, he just pierced it just a little bit, a thin stream of blood flowed from Xuanlong's chest into the snow-white brocade quilt.

It looked too harsh.

For a moment of ecstasy, Xuanlong half-opened his blue-green eyes without warning, and his hazy eyes fell on Yan Yuan beside the bed. It took him a while to react, and he was puzzled.

"...Why aren't you sleeping?"

Yan Yuan nimbly hid the dagger into the sleeve of his obscene clothes. He pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Look at you, you look good."

Xuanlong didn't notice anything unusual, he had long been used to the pain in his chest, and the increase was not obvious, besides, his sanity was not clear at this time.

Yan Yuan always likes to say sticky words to him, Xuan Long is shy in his heart, but doesn't show it on his face: "Go to sleep."

Immediately, he was overwhelmed and closed his eyes again and passed out.

Yan Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to act rashly again.

Missing this opportunity, he felt faintly annoyed, but also inexplicably relaxed.

Wait a little longer...wait a minute...

Suppressing her messy thoughts, Yan Yuan went to fetch a clean white cloth, carefully cleaned off the blood on Xuanlong's body, went to bed and hugged him from behind to sleep.

When Xuanlong woke up the next day, he felt that his lower body was so weird that it was difficult for him to walk. He had heard that having sex with the one he loves is a joyful thing, but he didn't know the details.It is probably as he is now, happy in the heart, but the body has to suffer, otherwise why would it be so painful.

Yan Yuan likes to eat steamed stuffed buns and lotus leaf porridge in Jingyu Tower, Xuanlong went to Chang'an City to buy breakfast after getting up, he didn't have to go out once in a hundred years, and lived by fish and shrimp in the lake, now he has to run to the world every day Three times, Yan Yuan's mouth was very picky, and she would rather be hungry than touch anything that was cold, and only eat warm things.

Yan Yuan was still sleeping when he came back, Xuanlong put the food box on the stone table, ripped open his clothes with knuckle fingers, exposing the position of his heart, and picked up the dagger on the table.

It was the one that Yan Yuan wanted to slay the dragon last night.

Xuanlong's palm lightly brushed across the air between his heart, and that piece of skin was instantly covered by beautiful shiny black scales.

The dragon scale on the heart is the best medicine for healing, and now it has almost been pulled out. Xuanlong randomly aimed at a dragon scale on the edge of the heart, and pried it off with the tip of the knife.

He swallowed the muffled moan into his throat, without making a sound, his face turned pale, the blood stained his clothes, fortunately it was Xuanyi, so it was not easy to see.

"What are you doing?" Soon after, Yan Yuan's voice came from behind.

Xuanlong tidied up his clothes calmly, covered up the blood on the dagger and put it back where it was before turning around to look at Yan Yuan who had sat up on the bed: "Get up and have breakfast."

"What were you doing just now?" Yan Yuan stared suspiciously at the man's stern face, feeling that something was wrong with him.

"No." Xuanlong said.

"Why do you get hurt so well?" Yan Yuan frowned, thinking of his heart wound.

Xuanlong was silent for a moment, avoiding his eyes: "I didn't intend to do it."

Yan Yuan is well aware of Xuanlong's temperament, if he doesn't want to talk about something, even if he pries it, he can't pry it out, so he has to give up.