His divine sense could see the person coming, and naturally he could also see their movements.
But none of this is as real as the feeling of touching your body.
He pulled back his blankets, and in that instant, Han Tao felt a surge of shame and indignation that made him want to die.
Don't look... his dragon tail is ugly now.
But Fu Mingxu obviously couldn't hear his prayers. He quickly threw off the covers, and the dragon tail he was trying to hide was immediately exposed to the air.
Han Tao felt as if the air had frozen as the blankets were lifted. He couldn't move his dragon tail even an inch, but the sensations from it were gradually transmitted through his flesh and blood to his mind.
The blood-stained tip of the tail was carefully cleaned, the sharp, dull dragon scales were wiped clean, and Fu Mingxu gasped when his hand was accidentally cut by the dragon scales.
It wasn't until the clear medicinal powder eased the pain in the wound and the itching sensation of new flesh and blood appeared that Han Tao felt his entire dragon tail was stiff.
When his abscess was removed, the tips of his ears were already red and dripping blood, but they were hidden under his disheveled hair and went unnoticed.
His own guards had treated his injuries before, but they never dared to touch him directly; they would only use their spiritual power to draw out spiritual liquid to cleanse him.
Not to mention, no one but himself dares to touch the place where his Achilles' heel is.
Fu Mingxu was a human and could not cultivate spiritual energy, so he naturally did not understand what the dragon's reverse scale meant.
When he finished, not only was he exhausted and relieved, but even Han Tao, the person he had "cleaned up," secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Whether it was the sacrificial song or the sprinkled elixir powder that had an effect, after Fu Mingxu lay on his side and his breathing became calm, Han Tao felt that the force binding him had weakened, and finally he truly "woke up".
Han Tao's fingers, which were hanging on the bed, twitched slightly. He endured the pain, and a light golden light flashed from the dragon's tail. He propped himself up and sat up.
At this moment, Fu Mingxu was fast asleep, completely unaware that Han Tao, who should have been in a coma for a year, was looking down at him from the other side of the bed.
When Han Zhengzhi arrived carrying a quilt, this was the scene he saw.
The city lord, who had been unconscious, was now sitting boldly by the bed. His dragon form was already considered the best among the dragons, and his human form was also slender and narrow. As he sat there, his half-lowered eyelids concealed half of the fierce light in his eyes.
At this moment, he lowered his eyes indifferently, a familiar fierce glint flashing across his face, his remaining gaze cold and indifferent, lost in thought, his expression utterly detached and devoid of emotion.
Even though it was the master he had always followed, Han Zhengzhi couldn't help but tremble with fear when he stood in front of him.
Why does it feel like the city lord has changed since he woke up this time? Even though his cultivation has been completely destroyed, his aura is becoming more and more terrifying.
But the joy of the city lord waking up dispelled the strange feeling that had suddenly risen in his heart, and Han Zhengzhi exclaimed in surprise, "City Lord!"
Han Tao nodded, his expression unchanged, but he reached out and said, "Give me the silkworm quilt."
"Oh..." Han Zheng, still not quite understanding, instinctively handed over the blankets, "That's right, I saw the bedding outside, let's change it..."
Before he could finish speaking, Han Tao got up abruptly. Han Zhengzhi was drawn to his movement and only then did he belatedly notice that someone was sleeping on the inside of the bed.
The man, dressed in red with black hair, lay quietly with a transparent protective shield around him. The dragon energy flowing over the shield was very familiar; if it wasn't the city lord's, whose was it?
The city lord had been sitting in front of him, completely shielding him from view, which almost made Han Zhengzhi, who was focused on the city lord waking up, forget about it.
Han Zheng was about to explain why Fu Mingxu existed when he saw Han Tao turn around and quickly cover the person behind him with the blanket in his hand.
In this way, Fu Mingxu was completely hidden.
Noticing Han Zhengzhi's probing gaze, Han Tao sat down with an unchanging expression, his cold brows remaining undisturbed, and asked, "Why did you act on your own?"
Cold sweat broke out on Han Zhengzhi's back. Under the intensely oppressive gaze, he almost forgot all the words he had prepared.
In a flash, he quickly replied, "Lord City Lord, aren't you asking a question you already know the answer to?"
Han Tao was speechless for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "The idea of a marriage to ward off bad luck is utter nonsense."
Han Zhengzhi, puzzled, pointed to the bulging figure behind him and asked, "Then... send him back to the Fu family?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the air around him turn cold, and quickly changed his words: "He has no connection with the Fu family anymore, and he probably has nowhere else to go but here."
Besides being good at fighting and loyal, the most important thing for a good bodyguard is to understand his master's intentions.
The inner bedroom was silent, and the master and servant seemed to be struggling with where to go about the sleeping person.
After a long pause, Han Zhengzhi carefully considered his words before speaking: "City Lord, what exactly are you worried about? If all else fails, shall we wake him up and ask him? He can leave if he wants, or stay if he wants?"
The words had barely left his mouth when the city lord, who had been expressionless just moments before, turned grave: "No."
Now, Han Zhengzhi was truly confused.
The two men, looking at each other in bewilderment, did not notice that the blanket on the inside of the bed had moved. Just as Han Zhengzhi was about to ask why, his eyes slowly widened when he saw Fu Mingxu wake up.
"City Lord..."
Han Tao realized something and turned to look in the direction he was looking.
Fu Mingxu crawled out of the silkworm quilt with a flushed face. He had just caught his breath when he met a pair of golden eyes.
A note from the author:
The first time I covered my wife with a blanket, I almost suffocated her... Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2022-02-19 23:47:07 and 2022-02-22 11:36:46!
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Chapter 5
Fu Mingxu was awakened by the heat. He didn't know who had covered him with a blanket from head to toe, but the hot and stuffy feeling suffocated him from his deep sleep.
The protective shield dissipated automatically the moment he emerged from under the covers, and he was momentarily stunned when he met those golden eyes.
Wait... wasn't he sleeping on the edge of the bed? How come he's not only covered with a blanket, but his position clearly puts him on the inside of the bed?
No, Fu Mingxu quickly realized that he had grasped the wrong key point.
He looked at that face with its sharp brows and features that exuded an innate "I'm not someone to mess with" aura, and then glanced at the now practically empty bed, and was shocked.
What about the long dragon tail?
Fu Mingxu couldn't help but let his gaze travel down from that face, quickly sweeping over his entire body, finally settling on his lower body.
Even with the bed's height obstructing his view, he could tell that the dragon's tail had been replaced by legs.
"Awake...awake?" He confirmed this as quickly as possible.
Didn't Immortal Lord Siyang say he wouldn't wake up for another year?
In this moment of disbelief, Fu Mingxu's gaze finally returned to Han Tao's face.
That's right, it was indeed the city lord who was previously lying on his bed, unable to maintain his human form.
So, did something happen while he was asleep that he was unaware of?
Because he had just hurriedly crawled out of bed, Fu Mingxu was kneeling on the bed, looking up at Han Tao. His dark hair fell down, his jade-like neck looked as if it would break if it were bent, and his porcelain-white cheeks had a lingering blush, like a camellia bud about to bloom under the moon, exuding a special and fragile beauty.
"You're awake." A strange, tingling sensation lingered deep in his throat. Han Tao looked down at him, his golden eyes holding an inscrutable expression.
The dragon's human form was truly enormous, and Han Tao was even more so. As he spoke, he unconsciously leaned forward, blocking the light from the candlelight behind him, and the shadow cast by the backlight enveloped Fu Mingxu entirely.
Feeling the tingling and numbness in his calves, Fu Mingxu finally snapped out of his daze.
It's not a dream.
Although he didn't know why, Han Tao did wake up.
The atmosphere in the bedroom was very strange. Fu Mingxu couldn't understand the look flashing in Han Tao's eyes. He just slowly moved his legs and sat up.
"Um..." He pondered for a moment, then joy blossomed in his eyes, "It's wonderful that the city lord has woken up!"
It seems like he hasn't gone mad, that's great!
If the smile on his lips hadn't been so contrived, Han Tao might have actually believed him.
Unable to bear the strange atmosphere, Han Zhengzhi glanced at the two of them and echoed, "The priest was right after all. After the auspicious ceremony, the city lord really did wake up!"
"I'm going to tell everyone this news right now!" After saying that, he ran off without looking back.
He lifted the curtain and then lowered it again. After swaying slightly twice, Fu Mingxu heard a "thump" sound outside the curtain.
Then came the sound of someone quickly getting up, and the sound of the door opening and closing.
Fu Mingxu remembered the bedding that had been left outside the curtain.
The bedroom was quiet, the words "marrying for good luck" serving as a reminder of their current situation.
The long-lost awkwardness finally swept over him. Fu Mingxu secretly glanced at the person standing on the edge of the bed and continued to remain silent.
Despite his severe injuries, Han Tao did not stop Han Zhengzhi from informing others of his awakening. However, although he was now the leader of the Dragon Clan, his cultivation was completely destroyed, and his condition upon waking would not be much better than when he was unconscious.
Most importantly, since returning from "rebirth," the memories deeply etched in my mind have started to distort.
Last time, Fu Mingxu didn't come.
He harbored doubts, and when he looked at Fu Mingxu again, his golden eyes narrowed slightly, giving him the impression of a ferocious beast hunting.
Fu Mingxu sat back a little.
Hantao: ...
Am I really that scary?
After a while, Fu Mingxu realized that his actions had been a bit hurtful, so he simply got off the bed and said with an embarrassed smile, "Sorry, my legs are numb."
Han Tao did not expose his lie, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down: "I can't maintain my human form for too long. It's not safe inside the city lord's mansion. When it's dawn, I'll have Han Zhengzhi send you out of the city."
Fu Mingxu didn't react at all after hearing such a long string of words. When he finally understood what he meant, he subconsciously asked, "Are you kicking me out?"
Han Tao tightened his grip on his hands at his sides. He didn't speak, but nodded with his jawline taut.
He certainly didn't mean to "rush" him, but there was no need to explain at this point.
If Fu Mingxu stayed here, he would indeed be unable to protect her, given that his cultivation had been completely destroyed.
Even he himself was unwilling to admit it.
Of course, it would be different if he were to fall into demonic possession. He would be familiar with every step of the process and know how to skillfully use demonic energy.
But with Fu Mingxu present, it was clearly not a good time to fall into demonic possession.
The two seemed to be at an impasse. Fu Mingxu raised an eyebrow and stared at him for a long time before finally speaking: "Now that you're awake, I'm useless as a bride brought to bring good luck, right?"
He became wary and suddenly remembered a question he had never investigated in depth.
Siyang Immortal Lord said that Hantao would fall into demonic possession a year later, but now the situation has changed. So, will he still fall into demonic possession a year later? Or did he fall into demonic possession as soon as he woke up?
Even Si Yang Immortal Lord only knew the approximate timeframe; no one knew exactly what happened in between.