CH 2.2

Love Poison (part 2)

As a Royal Highness and a Crown Prince who grew up with thousands of love and was largely pampered in the Ninth Heaven, Feng Xuan had never been treated with such a cold tone.

But after thinking about it, if Qi Zhuoyu died here, who would kill this “wife” to gain enlightenment, to help him succeed in his calamity?

Looking up, he saw his half-dead, pale and emaciated appearance.

His heart immediately became a little more calm.

Why be so fierce?

This unlucky wife will be dead sooner or later.

Success? 

When he looked up, he saw the person approaching.

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It took Feng Xuan a quarter of an hour to help Qi Zhuoyu from the pile of rocks to the shore.

He knew that his current mortal body and spiritual power were low, but he didn’t expect it to be so bad.

Stepping on the pile of rocks several times, Feng Xuan almost couldn’t support Qi Zhuoyu.

And he didn’t know if it was because he was oversensitive, he always felt that Qi Zhuoyu deliberately put most of his weight on him, making it difficult for him to move.

In the final analysis, this person was a cultivator at “God Transformation Stage”, no matter how powerful the poison of love was, it wouldn’t make him this weak, right?!

Besides, it was stated in the Book of Fate that Qi Zhuoyu was a lunatic that must be punished, and his heart was smaller than the tip of a needle.

It was reasonable to suspect that he would repay his kindness with hatred.

According to the development in the Book of Fate, the original owner had already rescued Qi Zhuoyu at this time, he inquired and was able to know that Qi Zhuoyu was poisoned.

Qi Zhuoyu didn’t say the specific reason, and the original owner didn’t ask about it because of his distress. He simply sacrificed his body in such a muddle-headed way. Here, at least the indescribable one day and one night event was omitted.

But Feng Xuan was not the original owner, and saving him was already a last resort.

When putting Qi Zhuoyu on the shore, Feng Xuan felt that his shoulder was hurting so much that it didn’t feel like his own.

Unexpectedly, even though this big devil looked thin and tall, he was so heavy, he was almost exhausted from bearing his weight.

And because of Qi Zhuoyu, his coat that he just bought was stained.

Old and new grudges piled up, not to mention voluntary sacrifice to the culprit, he wouldn’t even be interested in talking to him.

As a result, the scene where the original owner in the Book of Fate asked Qi Zhuoyu did not happen.

The atmosphere by the stream suddenly became silent again, and a little awkward.

Qi Zhuoyu was born with a good appearance, and since he cultivated immortality, there have been countless admirers, and there were constant lascivious and flirtatious people. Now that the body was poisoned, it added a bit of enchantment to the already handsome appearance. If he was any other immortal, he would be unable to control himself and pounce on him to help him detoxify.

But Feng Xuan remained assertive as if he hadn’t seen it.

He simply concentrated on twisting his wet clothes.

His earnest and pious appearance seemed as if the coarse cloth uniformly distributed by the cultivation world were ten thousand times more valuable than himself.

Feng Xuan squeezed out the last drop of water, and finally remembered the plot in the Book of Life, and once again pretended to be very surprised, raised his head and looked at him, “Eldest senior brother? Are you okay? What the hell happened?”

This extraordinarily plastic concern was long overdue.

Qi Zhuoyu paused slightly, closed his eyes and ignored him.

Of course, Feng Xuan didn’t intend to wait for his answer at first, and said to himself, “Since the eldest senior brother doesn’t want to say it——”

Then don’t say it.

In the end, before he could say the second half of the sentence, he heard that Qi Zhuoyu changed his mind, which was not as good as he had wished.

The man’s voice was cold, “Love poison.”

Oh, surly and capricious.

Rubbish.

Love poison is love poison, why be so fierce?

It’s not that I was the one who gave it to you.

After asking, Feng Xuan felt that he had done everything he could.

As for that voluntary sacrifice after the “concern” was over?

Don’t even think about it.

That is impossible.

Thus he twisted again his coarse clothes.

He didn’t look at Qi Zhuoyu at all.

Qi Zhuoyu opened his eyes suddenly, and the flush that was originally caused by the poison had subsided a lot. He probably didn’t expect that this “proud son of heaven” would have a day when he would be completely ignored by others. Moreover, the person who ignored him was even the little waste that everyone in the cultivation world could bully, the person he just married to be his Taoist companion with mediocre qualifications.

The tone wasn’t too bad, but it wasn’t much better either.

After a long time, Qi Zhuoyu seemed to be unable to bear it, opened his mouth and said, “Don’t you have anything to say?”

As soon as Feng Xuan was reminded by him, although he really had nothing to say, but after thinking about it, he politely squeezed out a question of concern, “Brother, is your love poison serious?”

Qi Zhuoyu couldn’t pretend anymore, and with a grim face, said, “Serious. If I don’t detoxify it, I may die.”

May die? 

Feng Xuan was taken aback for a moment, he didn’t expect the love poison left by the ancient forbidden technique to be so overbearing. 

And for those who are about to die, it might be better to say a few more words of comfort.

Qi Zhuoyu was stunned when he saw him, as if frightened. Thus Feng Xuan’s expression loosened and got better.

Since Feng Xuan and him were registered as each other’s Taoist companions, it would be fine to do dual cultivation and detoxify the poison with him. As for the torture that Feng Xuan would suffer after the dual cultivation? 

—What does that have to do with him?

Let’s just go with the flow and come up with solutions.

Feng Xuan had already spoken first, and assured him with a serious expression, comforting him, “Eldest senior brother, don’t worry.”

The little Taoist companion hugged his clothes that were not completely dry, and looked very serious. The earnest expression in his words was half true, “After you’re gone, I will definitely be your only widow.”

As soon as the voice fell, there was silence everywhere.

Qi Zhuoyu just stared at him silently for a long time, began to speak but hesitated.

–Is there a possibility that this poison can be cured?