Not far away. When Xie Hanzhou withdrew his sword, his strong and sturdy waist suddenly tightened like a bow. He suddenly bent forward, and a mouthful of heart blood was spurted out. His face was like gold paper, and his eyes were closed tightly.

Lu Chaoyan took a step forward and rushed to Xie Hanzhou with an anxious look on her face. She supported Xie Hanzhou, who was almost unconscious.

Feeling the familiar aura, Xie Hanzhou slowly raised his face. Under his messy black hair, his face was pale, and the corners of his eyes were as red as a ghost. "... I'm fine."

Lu Chaoyan carefully checked the breath of Xie Hanzhou and said in a worried and surprised tone, " Hanzhou! You forcefully mobilized your energy and injured your meridians! No, your divine sense, your divine sense are also injured! Why are your injuries so serious but I'm unscathed!"

Xie Hanzhou gritted his teeth. His vision darkened, and his nerves felt uncomfortable as if they had been thrown into an oil pan.

"There's something strange about the formation. The puppet cannot die..." Xie Hanzhou said in a hoarse voice. He had already no strength to keep awake, so he completely fainted.

Lu Chaoyan looked at Sang Ling coldly, suppressing her killing intent...

The next day. A few rays of sunlight shone in through the cave entrance. Sang Ling, who had woken up from her nap, took out two pieces of firewood and threw them into the fire in front of her. The fire lit up and even her whole body was warm.

Yesterday, Xie Hanzhou suddenly fainted, his injuries severe. He left behind the words "The puppet cannot die" Lu Chaoyan didn't have time to inquire further and feared the strange formation, so she had to temporarily spare Sang Ling's life, but she didn't dare to make any moves that might further harm her, treating her as a maid instead.

This was a hidden and dry cave, which was very far away from the cave where the Witchcraft Cultivator was killed yesterday, and it was also closer to the border of the Mt. Mangshan Misty Forest.

Lu Chaoyan helped Xie Hanzhou settle down here and took care of his injuries until at middle of the night. As soon as Sang Ling recovered a little, she was ordered around.

Fortunately, in the latter half of the night, when Sang Ling felt so tired that she almost spat out her tongue, Xie Hanzhou slowly stabilized his injury and his fever subsided.

At dawn, Lu Chaoyan went to collect dew to decoct medicine for Xie Hanzhou, leaving Sang Ling to watch the fire.

Before leaving, Lu Chaoyan gently raised the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were cold and smooth, and she looked at Sang Ling strangely like a little snake. "Stay here and make sure to take good care of Hanzhou. Don't try anything funny! Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead."

Sang Ling immediately straightened his back and swore to the sky. "I will never try anything funny! Rest assured, Fairy!" She pointed to the red mole between her eyebrows and said with a flattering smile, "Fairy, didn't you leave the life and death talisman on me? With a stir of your mind, I will definitely die. My life is in your hands. How dare I disobey you?"

Lu Chaoyan glanced at her coldly and turned to leave without saying anything...

Sang Ling glanced at the fire in front of her, and then glanced at the bulging quilt not far away. She hesitated.

No matter how close the cave was to the border, it still belonged to the dense forest, and the temperature at dawn was the coldest now.

"It's so cold. If he freezes, Lu Chaoyan this bitch will definitely not let me go. However, according to her character, if she knows that I touched Xie Hanzhou, she will beat me to death!" While Sang Ling was mumbling, she couldn't help touching her cheek again, which was tender and smooth. "Why can I recover so quickly from such a serious injury this time? It wasn't like this before. It's just that my internal organs are still a little uncomfortable... Itchy."

At this moment, her facial features were enchanting and delicate, her hair black as ebony, and her previous injuries had been completely healed, no longer the grotesque mess they were before.

But the terror inflicted by Lu Chaoyan yesterday clung to her like a worm on bones, unable to be shaken off.

There was a strange sense of threat between her eyebrows, as if someone had been pointing the tip of a sword at her all the time. It was extremely uncomfortable.

Sang Ling couldn't help but lightly scratch it with her nails. It was small, round, and had a soft and slightly raised feeling on her skin, just like a real mole, naturally perfect.

But it was not a mole. It was a spiritual insect egg, which was stimulated by Lu Chaoyan's blood with her fingertip, and controlled by her, known as life and death talisman- Its literal meaning: Life and death with a single thought.

"Never would I have thought that after getting rid of the control of the Qiansi Ring, I would fall into Lu Chaoyan's hands again, to be manipulated by her. Tsk tsk tsk, Sang Ling, you really are miserable, destined to be a lackey for your whole life."

"Clatter!" There was a loud noise from another part of the cave. Looking in that direction, it turned out to be Xie Hanzhou tumbling off the soft bed, accidentally knocking over the teacup placed beside him.

The cold remnants of tea spilled onto the sky cyan quilt, wetting it.

Lying in the damp and cold, Xie Hanzhou's eyes tightly closed, muttering continuously. "No, no! Don't!"

Sang Ling trembled and cautiously observed the entrance of the cave for a long time. After making sure that Lu Chaoyan would not come back for the time being, she trotted over and squatted in front of Xie Hanzhou. "Get up quickly. The ground is cold and wet. When that shrew comes back and sees that I didn't take good care of you, she will definitely get angry again!"

Xie Hanzhou opened his eyes and coughed in a low voice. He glanced at her absent-mindedly and suddenly closed his eyes again.

Sang Ling was speechless.

It turned out that he was still in faint. She thought he was awake.

She had no choice but to clean up Xie Hanzhou before Lu Chaoyan came back.

Now she didn't care whether she touched Xie Hanzhou or not. She wrapped one arm around his waist, rested her arm on her own shoulder, and gritted her teeth as she lifted him up. "So heavy! No wonder they say 'dead weight'..."

Sang Ling's legs trembled as she took a step forward, but unexpectedly stepped on a slippery piece of broken porcelain. Her body instantly lost balance, and she was about to fall to the ground with Xie Hanzhou. "Oh no! I can't do this!"

At the critical moment, Sang Ling quickly adjusted her posture and dragged Xie Hanzhou to the soft bed.

Sang Ling felt as if she had been caught by something soft and didn't feel any pain.

The next second, extreme joy begot sorrow.

Xie Hanzhou fell directly on Sang Ling. She felt as if a huge stone had hit her hard. Under this pressure, she almost couldn't breathe.

After a long while, Sang Ling finally pushed Xie Hanzhou away from her body. She was so tired that her limbs were weak. She sank into the soft bed and didn't want to move.

She turned her head and saw Xie Hanzhou lying motionless on the other side of the couch, wearing a loose robe that he only wore for resting.

Because of the master's posture, the loose and smooth fabric spread on his icy skin, revealing his half-exposed collarbone, a slender neck, and a beautiful, cold, and delicate face.

He curled up beside her motionlessly, not knowing that the evil he hated most in his life was sleeping in the same bed with him.

She felt a bit reluctant to leave the soft bed.

The scented and soft bedding was much better than the cold ground where Sang Ling had been sleeping all along.

"I don't know when I will be able to get rid of my puppet identity and live a good life for a few days. If I can sleep on such a high and soft bed every day, I will definitely be extremely happy!" She rubbed her face against it a few more times out of envy, jealousy, and hatred to relieve the anger in her heart.

Seeing that it was about time, Sang Ling could only flip over and get up from the soft bed. She poked her head out and peeped at the entrance of the cave. "Fortunately, Lu Chaoyan hasn't come back yet. If she saw it, she would be jealous again."

Sang Ling reached out to pick up the brocade quilt on the ground and roasted it. After some effort, she finally couldn't see any trace of being wet with tea. "Not bad, not bad, it's not noticeable anymore."

Sang Ling patted the soft quilt and felt that there was still some moisture, so she put it back on the shelf next to the fire. She sat back in her original place and took out a red fruit from her storage bag.

Two days ago, she had casually picked some wild fruits in the dense forest, but they were still fresh and red. As soon as she bit them with her white teeth, the dripping juice overflowed from the corner of her mouth with a fresh fragrance. She gently swept them with the tip of her tongue and swallowed them again.

The timing was just right. In the time it took to eat a fruit, the brocade quilt was also roasted and soft.

She held the quilt and gently covered Xie Hanzhou with it. She saw that Xie Hanzhou's body, which had been curled up subconsciously, slowly stretched out as the temperature rose.

Feeling a bit guilty, she adjusted the quilt and said, "Oh, it's even warmer when the quilt is heated, Immortal Lord."

The person inside the quilt had eyes as dark as ink, as if carefully painted. Their clothes were messy, and their breath was messy, carrying a hint of impurity.

"Oh no! Is he having a fever!" Sang Ling reached out to touch Xie Hanzhou's forehead to check his temperature, but the next second, her vision blurred and her wrist was tightly grasped. In the chaos, she found herself was pressed by Xie Hanzhou once again.

The freshly baked sky cyan brocade quilt was stained by the tea on the ground again, and its area was even bigger than just now.

Sang Ling was speechless.

She really wanted to curse! "Xie Hanzhou, what are you trying to do? Let me go! The brocade quilt, the brocade quilt I just baked!"

Xie Hanzhou tightened his grip and scratched one of Sang Ling's wrists and it was turned to red. Sang Ling struggled in pain, and finally, she closed her mouth and glared at him.

Against the angle of light, Sang Ling couldn't clearly see Xie Hanzhou's expression at the moment. Amidst the haze, she only saw a pair of wet, gloomy red eyes, completely different from his usual appearance.

"Ling, you haven't been in my dream for a long time. Don't you want to see me? That's right, I've made you so miserable. It's only right that you don't want to see me..." His voice was low and hoarse, and Sang Ling couldn't hear what he was saying at all. But when she met his gloomy and chaotic gaze, she felt guilty and timid.

If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have eaten that fruit. Now, he was running a fever and talking nonsense now...

Sang Ling knew that she was in the wrong. She slowly stretched out a tender white fingertip and put it on the sleeve which with of Xie Hanzhou, which was embroidered with silver red spider lily, and carefully pulled it. "I was wrong. I shouldn't have eaten that fruit. Look at you, you're having fever now. But don't you cultivators know how to heal yourself? Hurry up and circulate your energy. It'll help you feel better."

Xie Hanzhou couldn't hear anything at this time. The strange nightmare lingered in his sea of consciousness. The smiling woman's facial features gradually overlapped with the person in front of him.

For a moment, he couldn't distinguish whether it was a dream or reality.

He only felt a fresh fragrance slowly enter his nose along with the opening and closing of the corners of her mouth, and then it spread like an explosion. His limbs and bones instantly went numb and he lost the last bit of consciousness...