Chaotic World Book-Chapter 465 - 452: Old Husband and Old Wife

As a result, Zhao Changhe thought he was being quite suave with his comment, but Yue Hongling’s reaction was, "Husband? What does that mean? My lord?"

"Mm-hm, my lady warrior does have a good understanding, huh."

"Why would you be my lord? Are we married?"

"Eh? We’ve already done that, and look, we’re still like this."

"That still doesn’t mean we’re married, little brother." Yue Hongling leisurely traced circles on his chest, "As a sister who wanders Worldly Society, loneliness is inevitable. I found you easy on the eyes and indulged in a fleeting romance. You got lucky, just rejoice quietly, don’t overthink it."

Zhao Changhe couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "I see you’ve recovered a bit from your injury, puts on his pants and suddenly becomes tough, huh?"

Yue Hongling barely curled her lips, half seriously and half jokingly.

She did indeed harbor the thought of "a night of pleasure." What woman wandering the ends of the earth would think of settling down? When desire beyond the border moves you, just act on it. Why be shy about it? Afterwards, you walk away carefree and unattached.

However, the ripples in her heart just now couldn’t fool anyone. Warm and soft, she truly enjoyed the feeling of him taking care of her. In her weakness, she depended on his support. When he asked if she belonged to Zhao Changhe, she subconsciously said "Yes."

Actually, after roaming Worldly Society for so long, did she ever think of him along the way?

She did... especially in times of crisis, his figure would emerge in her mind.

She would often think, where is he? If he were by my side, facing challenges together, would I not be so exhausted?

Is that really having no attachments...

But this young man was almost like someone she had watched grow up, from a little brat who knew nothing of martial arts to one who now commands respect in Worldly Society. In front of him, the feeling of being an elder sister truly lingered.

What will you call me next time we meet in Worldly Society?

Little lass? A delicate bird relying on a man? Belonging to him? He is my lord?

How odd...

Yue Hongling didn’t know what her true intentions were anymore, anyway thinking about it was too embarrassing. She decided to take back the reins of the situation first, "Little brother always wants to be on top now, calling me little lass with every breath, do you think you’re so impressive now, able to beat me?"

Unfortunately, wherever she went, she encountered the immovably arrogant Zhao Changhe, who was already immune to this act.

Seeing Miss had regained her vitality and could talk tough again, Zhao Changhe, smiling happily, nibbled on her ear, "Yes, yes, I can’t defeat my sister. So the gallant and upright Warrior Yue, will you keep your word from before?"

Yue Hongling stiffened her neck, "What word?"

"If I chance upon you while searching for something, what position shall we try? That side-lying one just now... ow, fuck, how can you twist your waist like that too..."

"Too?" Yue Hongling said with a smirk.

Zhao Changhe: "..."

"So, what is it about you being the lord, whose lord?"

"... " Damn, I’ve really spilled the beans.

However, Yue Hongling didn’t take it to heart and bit his ear with a smile, "So, having a sister like me to accompany you in pleasure without being clingy is what you men want the most, right? Whoever you want to be the lord for, I don’t care."

Zhao Changhe thought for a moment, then shook his head, "No."

Yue Hongling was taken aback for a moment, somewhat surprised as she lifted her head from his shoulder to look at him.

Zhao Changhe seriously said, "Really not, I just don’t want to tie you down... Sunset Hongling, cannot be confined. I am waiting for the day you grow tired."

Yue Hongling originally wanted to say, if there really was such a day, do you think I would still be as carefree, not fighting with anyone...

But at this moment, she didn’t want to say that. Saying it seemed like admitting she also held that expectation, so she sulkily said, "Nice talk, you just want to play those messy positions with me, like that side-lying one..."

Zhao Changhe asked, "Then are you going to keep your word?"

Yue Hongling turned around resentfully, "Fine, let’s do it, treat it as if a dog gnawed on it."

Zhao Changhe couldn’t help but laugh, lifting her from behind, "All right, my flavorful warrior, you should take a bath now."

"I’m currently shielding my body with True Qi, there’s no smell!" Yue Hongling protested angrily, but before she could finish speaking, she felt herself being lifted and "plop" into the warm water.

Yue Hongling wanted to struggle, but Zhao Changhe pressed her shoulders from the edge of the tub, "Don’t move, I’ve added medicine to this water, it has a disinfecting effect, cleaning your wounds to prevent infection. This is something categorized as Poison Resistance, you can’t completely isolate it with your True Qi..."

Yue Hongling didn’t know whether he was telling the truth or not, but now he had mysteriously learned medicine and had the air of a doctor about him, she felt like she should listen to the doctor...

Then, she watched helplessly as his hands delved into the water, stripping the warrior lady down to her innocence.

Yue Hongling: "..."

Looking up, Zhao Changhe’s gaze was unmistakably full of concern.

Yue Hongling looked down at herself, scars new and old scattered across her body. The old scars had faded a lot after being cleansed by the True Martial Sword Stone, and if she continued to recuperate, they really could be erased completely. But before they could fade, new ones had been added.

Yue Hongling suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed.

Perhaps all of his other ladies were more beautiful than herself.

Just like Sisi, who truly sparkled like jade, unlike her own rough and clumsy self.

Zhao Changhe stood behind her, slowly scrubbing her back, his hands grazing over her scars, causing a tingling sensation. Yue Hongling couldn’t help but say, "I can do it myself, what are you washing..."

Zhao Changhe said, "Darling, this is our new position."

Yue Hongling, finding it both funny and frustrating, just stiffened and let him have his way.

At first, she thought he was really just playing around, but then she slowly realized something was off... His palms seemed to emit a strange heat, as if he was using a peculiar cultivation technique. When he touched her scars, she could clearly feel an itchy sensation, indicating that her wounds were healing rapidly.

Yue Hongling looked on in astonishment as the shallower wounds visibly faded, leaving her skin smooth and delicate once again.

"What... what kind of immortal technique is this?" Yue Hongling couldn’t help but ask.

"Didn’t you feel especially comfortable when I carried you back?"

"..." At that time, she had been unconscious—who could have felt so much? She only thought she felt better than expected when she woke up, figuring it was the medicinal herbs. So, he had an immortal technique as well?

"You..." Yue Hongling carefully looked back at his face, hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Does it consume a lot of energy?"

It did consume quite a bit... The impact of the Rejuvenation Technique wasn’t on True Qi depletion but on the mental strain; even treating San Niang’s minor arm injury had left him dizzy and lightheaded, and though he had improved since then, such extensive healing was still very demanding. Of course, Zhao Changhe wasn’t putting in so much effort just to improve his woman’s appearance—his previous statement was the truth: cleaning the wounds to prevent infection, and smoothing the scars was just a bonus.

Seeing that Zhao Changhe struggled to respond, Yue Hongling whispered, "Why don’t you heal the scar on your own face?"

"I’m used to it, actually, this scar is pretty handsome."

"Handsome, my foot, you big smelly bear."

Zhao Changhe laughed, "But if I removed the scar, wouldn’t you all suspect the Zhao Changhe in front of you is an imposter?"

Yue Hongling thought about it and found it quite possible. She couldn’t help but laugh, "Since you’re not worried about looking better, then I don’t really need to look that good either. Why bother with such a costly effort..."

Zhao Changhe finally laughed as well, "Haven’t I already said that your body is mine?"

Yue Hongling pressed her lips together and finally didn’t retort to that statement.

The setting, paired with those words, truly made it seem as if she was being toyed with at his pleasure... Yet Yue Hongling knew that was not the case; his mind was not on matters of the flesh at the moment.

But damn it, hers was.

The sensation where his hands had been...

In the warm water, the heroine’s body was blushing crimson, trembling gently, her legs awkwardly shifting over each other, not knowing what to do.

But they had been married for so long; it didn’t seem like a big deal anymore...

Outside, the sky gradually turned completely dark, and faint moans could be heard from the tent.

Sisi: "..."

The tribe’s young girls carefully looked at the Holy Daughter with an expression like she had just swallowed manure, and tentatively asked, "Holy, Holy Daughter..."

"She has nothing to do with me, nothing to do with me, do you hear? Stop looking at me like that! Oh right, actually, I have a grudge against him, right now I am just biding my time. When I find a chance, I want to get rid of him, what do you girls know..."

"Oh..." The young girls shrank back, not saying a word anymore.

Sisi paced back and forth, gritting her teeth, and asked, "Is there any news from outside?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a tribesperson came hurrying over, urgently reporting, "Holy Daughter, the Black Miao are conducting an intense search for Yue Hongling along with those sword-wielding people from Xia, but many tribes are uncooperative, claiming that the assassination of the Provincial Governor is none of their business, and several fights have broken out."

Sisi nodded slightly, "That’s the effect I want... The seed that could have possibly united the tribes has vanished. Now I want to see what tricks the Black Miao can still pull."

"Holy Daughter, Holy Daughter!" Another member of the tribe came rushing in, "Lei Ao and his men are here, claiming they are looking for Yue Hongling."

Sisi sneered coldly, "Ambush them on the mountain path, lay out poison traps—who gave Lei Ao the gall to use any excuse to invade our land?"

The tribespeople looked at their Holy Daughter with odd expressions. To others it might be a mere pretext, but you’re clearly harboring Yue Hongling, how can you stand so self-righteously, acting as though you believe your own performance...

Speaking of which, are you grinding your teeth at Lei Ao or at the couple inside the tent? You were so much happier before Yue Hongling showed up... What’s the point now? While they are fooling around inside, are you standing guard outside for them?

"Holy Daughter, Holy Daughter! Lei Ao has broken through!"

Sisi furrowed her brows in thought.

Strange, does he really dare to force his way in like that? Who gave Lei Ao the courage to provoke the tribes? Was it Wuding?

Without time to ponder further, Sisi strode toward the encampment gate, "Follow me! Anyone who dares to trespass, kill without mercy!"

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PS: There will be an addition tonight, but it will be late, no need to wait.

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