Binding the Dragon for the Empress

"It's now... to melt the magic gu into his body."

The low voice of magic sounded in Ning Zhiyu's mind with a bewitching meaning.

The magic gu wrapped in a small cluster of red flames slowly floated up from the center of Ning Zhiyu's eyebrows, and stopped within his reach.Ning Zhiyu's dark eyes reflected the flame that shouldn't exist in this world, and her eyes struggled.

"Let the demonic Gu get close to his brow, and it will pour into his mind automatically."

"Hurry up, right now, Yan Yuan is yours..."

Under the guidance of the Demon Lord, Ning Zhiyu slowly stretched out his hand as if possessed by a demon, the flame seemed to be alive, jumping and clinging to his palm, with scorching heat.

"You promised me that you wouldn't hurt A Yuan..."

"That's natural."

"you promise."

"This deity has always kept his word."

After listening, Ning Zhiyu closed his eyes as if he had made up his mind, and when he opened them again, there was no more struggle in his eyes. He turned sideways to look at Yan Yuan's face that was close at hand, with sad eyes.

"Ayuan..."

"Sorry...I can't lose you..."

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he moved his palms closer to Yan Yuan's forehead, and sure enough, just as the Demon Lord said, the flames got into the center of Yan Yuan's eyebrows, and disappeared immediately.

Ning Zhiyu quickly withdrew her hand and looked at Yan Yuan nervously.The latter still slept soundly, didn't notice it, and didn't look uncomfortable.

"well-done."

"Next, you just need to induce Yan Yuan to dig out Xuanlong's heart..."

Ning Zhiyu knew that it was a very stupid thing for him to be led by the nose by a demon, but other than that, what else could he do.It is a foregone conclusion that Yan Yuan falls in love with Xuanlong.Even if you find a monk to drive this demon away, so what?

He had no choice but to let go.

He knew that he would fall into the quagmire.

From this moment on, he has no turning back...

"What should I do?"

To avoid alarming Yan Yuan, Ning Zhiyu dared not speak out, the Demon Lord could spy on his mind, and the Demon Lord would know immediately what he wanted to say. From the beginning to the end, the human and the demon communicated silently like this.

"It's very simple. If you pour the medicine secretly at that time, if you don't take the dragon scale for a few days, your condition will deteriorate rapidly and you will become unconscious."

"Yan Yuan loves you so much, she will find a way to save you."

"You don't need to tell me, he will always set his mind on Long Xin..."

"Long Nei Dan...can it also reshape your physical body?" Ning Zhiyu vaguely heard it mentioned by the imperial physician and Yan Yuan when she was in a coma.

"Inner alchemy? Heh, it has been used on Yan Yuan for a long time." Mozun sneered.

He could feel the thick dragon's breath in Yan Yuan's body, what else could there be besides inner alchemy?Although it is not clear why Xuanlong's inner alchemy was given to Yanyuan, it is simply that God is helping him.

"Without the inner alchemy, Xuanlong is no different from a mortal. If Yan Yuan breaks his face with him, it will be easy to do it. Otherwise, why do you think that a mortal can dig out Xuanlong's heart?"

Ning Zhiyu's mind is so delicate, and he quickly learned from Mozun's words that he was not honest with himself. Since Xuanlong is no different from ordinary people, according to what he said before, he has the ability to kill Yan Yuan, so dig Xuanlong's heart What's the problem?

The Mozun should not be able to leave him, so he needs to borrow his hand to achieve his goal.

But that doesn't matter anymore...they're just using each other.

As long as you can keep Yan Yuan by your side, the rest is not important... Ning Zhiyu closed her eyes, and the hall was as quiet as before, as if nothing had happened.

The next morning, after Yan Yuan woke up, she didn't get up immediately. Last night he was obviously anxious to go back to accompany Xuanlong, but today he was a little reluctant to leave Ning Zhiyu. The two lay face to face, Ning Zhiyu's slender hand covered On Yan Yuan's face, there was an uneasy expression.

"Ayuan..."

Yan Yuan: "Huh?"

Ning Zhiyu: "If I say, Xuanlong and I, you can only choose one...will you choose me?"

Yan Yuan didn't feel disgusted in her heart: "It's very good, why do you suddenly ask this?"

Ning Zhiyu shook her head, turned her back in a panic: "It's nothing, if you don't want to say it, forget it."

Yan Yuan stuck up from behind, wrapped his arms around his waist, and said softly: "I choose you."

"No matter how good I treat him, it's because of you."

"Really?..." Ning Zhiyu laughed.

"Ah."

The demonic Gu was really miraculous, Yan Yuan became more and more interested in Ning Zhiyu, and in the next few days, he stayed most often in Luanfeng Hall.

The queen regained favor, and the rumors in the palace gradually dissipated.

People's hearts are unpredictable, and the king's heart is even more unpredictable. No one will suspect that someone has tampered with it.Even Yan Yuan herself didn't realize it, he was controlled by the demon gu, when she saw Ning Zhiyu, she couldn't help but feel happy, and when she saw him sad, she also felt sad.

Like what he likes, worry about what he worries about.

As for the liking for Xuanlong, it is gradually fading.

As Mozun said, except for Ning Zhiyu, all other living beings will become insignificant...

Yan Yuan usually doesn't even think of Xuanlong very much, only when Ning Zhiyu's illness is involved, she will think of that dragon. Thinking of Xuanlong seems to be seriously ill.

But he couldn't find a reason to look at him, Yan Yuan felt that she had come to her senses, and he should have known what was more important, if she continued to get entangled with Xuanlong, she would be cruel to Ning Zhiyu.Although the magic gu didn't erase his memory, it could erase Yan Yuan's emotions without making him feel weird at all.

Just like a puppet controlled by magic, it will not realize that it is a puppet.

Two days later, Ning Zhiyu vomited blood and fell into a coma. After the imperial physician made a diagnosis, she concluded that Longlin could no longer suppress her illness. Yan Yuan couldn't hold back and returned to Qiankun Palace.

Xuanlong was wearing an ink-colored robe and sat at the purple-gold nanmu table, painting the little wooden figurine with a paintbrush.The wooden figure has an exquisite face, wearing an imperial crown and a bright yellow dragon robe. The yellow paint is only half applied, and the door is suddenly pushed open.

He used to have a keen sense of hearing, and could hear footsteps outside from a long distance, but now he can only detect it when people get close, and his reaction is particularly slow.This wooden figure was carved before, and Xuanlong knew that Yan Yuan would not care about this thing, so he didn't intend to give it to him, but just stayed in the palace all day and was bored, so he couldn't help but look for something to do.

Subconsciously, he wanted to hide the wooden figure in his sleeve, but he fell to the ground in a panic.

When he bent over to pick it up, Yan Yuan had already entered.There are colorful paints on the table, and there is an unpleasant smell.

"what are you doing?"

Xuanlong sat up, tightened the wooden figurine in his hands, and did not speak.

Yan Yuan sat down on the stool next to him, saw the things in his hands clearly, and said with some disgust: "Why are you still playing with this wooden figure? Didn't I say I don't want it?"

"Is this the birthday present you gave me?"

Xuanlong shook his head, and put the wooden man into his sleeve, the paint was still wet, and his hands were dirty, presumably the clothes were not spared either.

Yan Yuan didn't know why she was suddenly upset.

Xuanlong has really lost weight visibly to the naked eye, and the cheekbones on the side of his face that is not wearing a mask are slightly raised, but he is still handsome, and his lips that were originally pale pink have no blood.

Yan Yuan's eyes lingered on his face: "Are you feeling better these days?"

"Shouldn't something really happen, right?..."

"En." Xuanlong replied calmly.

Seeing that he could get out of bed anyway, Yan Yuan was relieved: "I was worried about your death before, it seems that I really overthink it."

"You'll be fine."

"Don't worry." Xuanlong replied in a low voice.

As an ordinary person, it is normal to feel guilty towards a benefactor. Xuanlong saved his life and Ning Zhiyu's life, isn't he Yan Yuan's benefactor.

Looking at him, Yan Yuan felt deep guilt welling up in her heart, but that guilt would not be heavier than her obsession with Ning Zhiyu.So Yan Yuan stretched out her hand, gently held Xuanlong's hand in the way he used to, and said coquettishly.

"Abo, tomorrow is my birthday."

"I want a special birthday gift, can you give it to me?..."

Xuan Long raised his head and looked at him: "Say it."

As long as he can give, it is fine.

"Neidan." Yan Yuan tried her best to suppress the urgency and pain in her eyes. "I want Neidan."

"Ayu is dying..."

Xuanlong was silent for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said: "There is nothing I can do."

The corners of Yan Yuan's eyes turned red, and he returned to his previous appearance, as if Ning Zhiyu was his life, and Xuanlong was a mustard, no matter what he trampled on.

"Just show mercy, okay?"

"Even if you can live without the inner alchemy, he will die without the inner alchemy."

"It's for me, you help me, you help me..."

Xuanlong's hand bones were pinched so painfully, he lowered his head, his long hair hanging in front of him covered most of his face, his expression was hidden in the shadows and he couldn't see clearly.

"A Yuan... I can't do it."

The voice was still low, as if nothing could arouse his emotions.

Yan Yuan coaxed in a soft voice: "Why can't it be done, you can do it, as long as you help me, I can promise you anything... okay?"

"Despite ten thousand years of Taoism, you can still spend the rest of your life with me. Although I don't love you as deeply as Ayu, I will treat you kindly.

Xuanlong remained silent.

Although he already knew that Yan Yuan's affection for him would not exceed that person, but hearing him beg him for that person like this, he would still feel sad in his heart.It's just that his sadness never shows.

Yan Yuan waited impatiently, and suddenly got angry, she threw off his hand and stood up, her expression was so cold that she was not alone at all: "You just want to die!"

"It's said that the dragon and snake family, I think you are also a cold-blooded animal like a snake, you don't eat oil and salt, you have a heart of stone!"

Xuan Long didn't want to argue with him, so he got up silently and walked to the bed.

No one has ever dared to ignore his words, Yan Yuan chased after him in a few steps, and pushed Xuanlong from behind: "Speak up!"

Xuanlong's legs and feet were weak, his body lost his balance, he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, cold sweat broke out in an instant, he covered his stomach, his stomach seemed to have been gouged out by a knife, his face was pale.

Yan Yuan didn't expect that she could push him down with such a push, she panicked for a while, bent over to help him: "A Bo..."

Xuanlong's breathing was heavy, he withdrew his hand reluctantly, and said with a smile.

"Ah."

"you're right."

"Like a snake, I am a cold-blooded animal...with a heart of stone."

"From now on, don't ask me... I won't give up ten thousand years of Taoism and hand over the inner alchemy."

"I won't save him..."