Función clerical

Capítulo 86

Yu Lian's voice deepened, resounding in Shen Zhili's ears with a seductive tone: "You hate him... you hate him to the extreme, you can't help but want to kill him just by seeing his name, and even his mere existence causes you pain."

That's yourself.

Seeing the still confused look on Shen Zhili's face, Yu Lian sighed regretfully, "You don't remember, but it doesn't matter... I'll make you remember."

...The way that reminded her was that Yu Lian would say the same things to her every day.

He kept instilling in her the hatred that was clearly his own.

However, as her memory worsened, there were even times when Shen Zhili almost forgot to look at the paper written in her clothes, the most dangerous signal imaginable.

I wonder how many days later.

After Yu Lian finished feeding Shen Zhili the medicine, she lowered her head and pondered for a moment: "May I see Young Master Twelve Nights?"

Yu Lian was taken aback, then lowered her eyes and asked, "Why do you want to see him?"

Shen Zhili looked away, her hands gripping the corner of the blanket tightly: "I...hate...I want to..."

Yu Lian: "I understand." He curled his lips slightly. Shen Zhili accidentally knocked the medicine bowl to the ground. Yu Lian sighed softly, bent down slightly, and was about to clean it up when Shen Zhili suddenly struck, pressing her fingers hard on the pressure point on Yu Lian's neck.

Her hands were steady, but her heart was pounding uncontrollably.

He jumped off the bed and reached for the key that was clipped to Yu Lian's waist.

Where are you going?

Shen Zhili frowned slightly and was about to press Yu Lian's acupoint to silence him with two fingers when Yu Lian moved and grabbed Shen Zhili's wrist.

Because he didn't know martial arts, Yu Lian's strength wasn't very great.

But being a man, Shen Zhili's hand was instantly immobilized.

Why do this?

Unable to keep up the pretense any longer, Shen Zhili stared at him intently: "You imprisoned me, isn't it normal for me to want to escape?"

Yu Lian's gaze was complicated: "You really still remember..."

He had sensed something was off about Shen Zhili before, so even when he saw that Shen Zhili had amnesia, he was still on guard.

But right now... there's absolutely no problem with the combination of Huangwei pollen and poison wolfsbane juice, and he should be the only one in the world who knows about it, so how could there be a problem!

Shen Zhili narrowed his eyes, his lazy gaze suddenly sharpening, and his tone became aggressive: "Whether you remember or not, I will never like being imprisoned... If you really want to surpass him, what's the point of using me to hurt and threaten him? Even if you win, it will be an unfair victory. A hundred years from now, the only thing in the martial world will be the legend of Young Master Twelve Nights, and no one will know who you are! You like Ye Qianqian, right? Then tell her openly and go for it! You want to beat Young Master Twelve Nights, don't you? Then compete with him like a man! The way you are now, compared to him, you're like a vermin!"

After speaking in one breath without pausing, only Shen Zhili's slightly panting voice remained in the air.

"Compare him?"

Yu Lian gradually laughed out loud: "Because of congenital deficiencies, my meridians cannot withstand internal energy, so I cannot learn any martial arts. If it weren't for my innate talent to distinguish poison, I would probably still be working as the lowest servant... Do you think it's easy to become the Right Protector of the Demonic Sect? And he has all of this since birth."

Shen Zhili chuckled softly, "Do you think you're pathetic?... But I think it's not you who's pathetic, it's your heart."

Twisted and humble.

"Over the years of practicing medicine, I've seen all sorts of patients... Among them was a penniless woman who was willing to pay off her debts with her own body to raise money for her seriously ill husband's medical treatment. Her complexion was sallow, her hands were covered in calluses, and she struggled every day just to make ends meet, yet she still had to take care of her husband. I agreed to save her husband on the condition that she sweep the fields in the valley for five years, which was the most tiring job, but she always had a smile on her face. I asked her why, and she said that thinking about how she was doing it to save her husband made the hardship seem less arduous, and that her husband would go to work in the fields to save money to buy her a pearl hairpin... Her situation should have been pitiful, but I didn't feel sorry for her at all..."

"Then what is the purpose of your life, Protector Yu?"

There was silence for a long time.

Yu Lian's voice was slightly hoarse: "Why do you still remember all of this?"

He suddenly turned his head and stared intently at Shen Zhili. Just as Shen Zhili was about to speak, Yu Lian suddenly pulled a stack of papers out of her clothes.

Caught off guard, Shen Zhili was already taken aback when Yu Lian glanced at her and his expression darkened.

"So that's how it is."

Shen Zhili reached out to snatch it: "Give it to me."

Yu Lian raised her hand high, crumpling the paper into a ball: "Sorry, I don't think you need this... Forgetting him is good for you. Didn't I tell you that Young Master Twelve Nights took the Seven Emotions Pill, and the feelings he transferred to you will soon disappear? In three months, he will remember his feelings for Qianqian again, and then..."

Shen Zhili leaped high to reach it: "Whether I want to remember or forget is my business! Give it back!"

"At that point, he won't care whether you live or die; who you are won't matter to him at all!"

"Give it back to me!"

Why remember even if he never loved you from beginning to end!?

"Give it back to me."

Shen Zhili grabbed Yu Lian's sleeve and pulled it down with all her might... Even though her memory had deteriorated to the point that she no longer remembered why she had tried to snatch it, there was still a voice inside her saying that she didn't want to forget, she didn't want to forget, she had to get those papers back, she had to get them back.

Why are you so stubborn!

Even though Shen Zhili wrote it down, he had clearly instilled in her the idea that Twelve Nights had hurt her countless times, and Twelve Nights had indeed deeply hurt her in Radiant Moon City, hadn't he? In fact, this woman should have harbored resentment towards Twelve Nights without his prompting... So why was she still so stubbornly insisting on it?

A glint of crystalline powder flashed on her fingertips, and when she came to her senses, Shen Zhili had already fallen into his arms.

Yu Lian reached back and took the silver hairpin from the crown, inserting it into Shen Zhili's hair. His lips parted gently near Shen Zhili's ear, and he spoke repeatedly in a hypnotic manner:

"You hate Prince Twelve Nights, you hate him so much you want to kill him..."

The woman in his arms opened her lifeless eyes and murmured like a doll, "Hate... kill him, kill him."

"I don't want to do that."

Yu Lian closed the woman's eyes with his palm... those eyes that were just sharp and cold now looked lifeless and scattered.

As Shen Zhili was placed on the bed, the woman on the bed suddenly frowned and struggled extremely. Yu Lian picked up the silver hairpin with her fingers on Shen Zhili's head and stabbed it down hard. Shen Zhili only struggled for a while before calming down and her expression gradually became calm.

Why do we live...?

Yu Lian's eyes darkened. Naturally, it was because he wanted to reclaim what belonged to him, no matter what method or means.

City of the Rising Sun.

A burly man in coarse gray clothes stood on the city wall, gazing into the distance at the edge of the desert. His tone was filled with barely concealed eagerness: "Twelfth Brother, this Demonic Sect is indeed made of paper! It hasn't been long since we captured Rising Sun City! But, haha, we also have to thank you for the siege equipment you specially transported from Qizhou. At this rate, taking down the Demonic Sect's headquarters is just around the corner! Tomorrow morning, I, Old Gai, will lead some men to scout the desert ahead..."

The white-clad man not far from him said in a gentle tone with a smile, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Brother Gai."

As if sensing the slight melancholy in the man's tone, the man patted the white-robed man's shoulder with his fleshy hand: "Don't worry, Twelfth Brother, your wife is a lucky person. We will soon be able to enter the Demonic Sect and wipe them out!"

He responded and smiled before turning and descending the city wall.

Watching the white-clad man's departing figure, Old Gai scratched his head and sighed.

Below the city gate, a man in red stood with his arms crossed, his long eyes slightly closed, leaning against the city wall.

Seeing Su Chenche descend the steps, Hua Jiuye's lips curled into a smile that could freeze a person to death: "Don't forget... your vow."

Su Chenche: "How could that be? Am I that kind of person?"

Before he could finish speaking, there were hurried footsteps coming from below the city gate. Old Gai practically leaped down in two steps, shouting excitedly, "Twelve! Someone just said there was a woman lying down below the city gate, and she looks a lot like my sister-in-law!"

Chapter 69

Shen Zhili, who was still unconscious, had not yet woken up, and the room was already in an uproar.

The giant python, Xiaohua, curled up and lay by Shen Zhili's bedside, lazily flicking its tongue.

After putting down the medicine bowl that had been used to feed Shen Zhili, Hua Jiuye twirled the iron flute in his hand, his tone icy and extremely impatient: "Get out of my way, all of you. What do your grudges with the Demonic Sect have to do with me? I'll take my junior sister away right now."

The room fell silent for a moment.

The people of Twelve Nights looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

There was no reason to stop them, especially since Hua Jiuye had helped them kill quite a few demonic sect disciples these days.

"Young Master Hua, can you wait until Zhi Li wakes up?"

Footsteps sounded in the quiet air, followed by a deep male voice and the creaking of a door closing as it approached.

"Who do you think you are! Why should you wait for my junior sister to wake up!" Hua Jiuye's voice suddenly erupted in rage. He bent down slightly, scooped up Shen Zhili, and uttered a single word: "Get out."

Su Chenche lowered his eyes: "I'm sorry, I can't let you take Zhili away like this."

Not even bothering to glance at him, Hua Jiuye carried Shen Zhili past Su Chenche and kicked the door.

result……

It can't be kicked.

Hua Jiuye grabbed the iron flute and smashed it with a backhand.

The wooden planks on the door panel split open instantly, hanging precariously by the door, revealing several huge iron plates stacked behind them.

Hua Jiuye twisted her wrist and smashed it against the window, just as she heard a soft shout from outside: "One, two, three, four... Release!"

...and a few more iron plates.

Hua Jiuye laughed angrily: "Hey, you surnamed Su, explain to me what this is?"

Su Chenche answered honestly: "The siege equipment brought from Qizhou... normally a dozen people can lift one piece, it is specially prepared to guard against enemy arrow rain."

Hua Jiuye's lips twitched: "You..."

Su Chenche smiled and said firmly, "Unless Zhili wakes up, those iron plates will remain outside."

Hua Jiuye gently placed Shen Zhili back on the bed, then kicked Su Chenche. Su Chenche took a step back to dodge, but Hua Jiuye's fist struck Su Chenche's face in the next instant.

Su Chenche raised his hand and grasped Hua Jiuye's fist, smiling faintly: "If I let you beat me up, can you wait until Zhili wakes up?"

Hua Jiuye's fingertips, carrying a sliver of fluorescent blue, traced Su Chenche's neck: "There's no need!"

As Hua Jiuye's sharp nails cut through his skin, and drops of blood trickled down his pale neck, Su Chenche lowered his amber eyes and said, "...You don't want Zhili to see me, but what if she does..."

A fluorescent blue hue spread down Su Chenche's neck, casting an eerie color over his fair skin. The poison Hua Jiuye chose wouldn't be fatal, but it would cause excruciating pain, as if a million insects were gnawing at the affected area beneath the skin.

"You like my junior sister, don't you?" Hua Jiuye sneered, "But you only bring her harm and pain. If it weren't for you, why would she have gone to treat those so-called righteous people? If it weren't for you, how could she have fallen into the hands of the demonic sect!"

Su Chenche raised his hand and pressed a few acupoints on himself, freezing the poison. He smiled and said calmly, "You feel that I have wronged Zhili, don't you want to watch her take revenge on me? You feel that I have hurt her... then let her hurt me back."

How could that idiot hurt someone!

She couldn't bear to hurt anyone who had been kind to her; her master had treated him the same way...

Although he doesn't say it, that guy is so kind that he's practically unprincipled.

Hua Jiuye pursed her lips, recalling Shen Zhili's words.

So, senior brother, I can only live for another year or two at most... Please don't make me forget him, okay?

His heart ached for no reason, a slight pang of heartache. Even if he didn't want to admit it, Shen Zhili liked Su Chenche...

Yes, Su Chenche is right.