I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 327 I Want to Take Responsibility for You

Flying Soul didn't sense anything and continued straight ahead, meeting the person coming towards it.

Those were Yan Ruoyu and He Yuhuan, both of them with anxious expressions on their faces, and their eyes were filled with shock when they met their gaze.

However, after a quick look around, they found that Zhongli Yueluo was not there.

At this moment, Chang Yu Muling and Yan Jinyi also realized that she had disappeared!

Zhongli Yuelu rolled on the open ground, her wounds tearing painfully.

"I fell down, didn't any of you notice?!" There's a real sense of helplessness.

The group seemed to be merely intersecting in time and space; they went out, while Yan Ruoyu and the others entered.

At this moment, the vague exit had been completely closed, and Yan Ruoyu and Zhongli Yueluo on the ground looked at each other in bewilderment.

Seeing her covered in blood and with her brows furrowed, He Yuhuan looked even more anxious.

He rushed to Zhongli Yueluo's side and quickly grabbed her, shaking her several times.

His body had been somewhat relieved, but He Yuhuan's shaking caused all the wounds to burst open again.

"Master, are you dead? You can't die!"

“Yu Huan… cough cough, Yu Huan! Don’t, don’t shake her.” Zhongli Yueluo endured the pain and grabbed her hand.

Her gaze met Yan Ruoyu's again. He walked over and squatted down to check her injuries.

Blood splattered everywhere; it's hard to imagine how this little girl could endure it.

"The exit has disappeared. How did you get in?"

Zhongli Yueluo stood up and looked in the direction of the exit. Now that Feihun was gone, she didn't know if she could still get out.

"We only sensed an unusual noise, and Miss Yu Huan struck it with her double hammers, which led us to this place."

Zhongli Yueluo looked at He Yuhuan. Sure enough, her magic power had not increased or decreased; she was still the same person she had always been.

"Your injuries are serious; we need to stop the bleeding immediately." Yan Ruoyu knew how to focus on the key points.

Zhongli Yueluo was unaware that her face was already pale, and her lips were dry and bluish.

The blood in his body kept slowly seeping out, and the pain had numbed him and her.

“Young Master Ruoyu, the Zheng Clan has a secret method that can quickly heal wounds at the witch's place.”

Actually, both Chang Yu Muling and Yan Jinyi are suitable, but not everyone is Yan Ruoyu.

His expression hardened, his eyes turning cold. He wondered what secrets this girl might still know.

But now is not the time to pursue these matters, but the secret techniques of the Zheng clan are truly shameful.

Besides, it's not just the two of them here; there's also He Yuhuan.

"Yu Huan, could you go and check if there are any other restrictions or similar things in the distance?"

Zhongli Yueluo seemed to know what he was thinking, and the next moment she sent He Yuhuan away.

He Yuhuan's eyes darted around, and then she ran straight in one direction.

Then they disappeared from their sight.

Now, in this vast and empty place, only the two of them remained, gazing at each other with indescribable emotions in their eyes.

"How do you know the secret techniques of my Zheng clan? You are not even a member of our Zheng clan."

"Are you going to save her or not?"

She didn't answer, but instead asked a question.

"What exactly happened to you in here?"

"Us? Is Young Master Ruoyu showing concern for me?"

Zhongli Yuelu smiled bitterly, then coughed twice, looking as if she might shatter at any moment.

"The secret method would damage your reputation." He still seemed unwilling.

"If Young Master Ruoyu finds it bothersome, then just watch me bleed to death."

She wasn't angry; instead, it sounded like she was teasing her.

Yan Ruoyu gently placed her hand on Zhongli Yueluo's hand, feeling her pulse, which was still strong and powerful.

However, if her wound doesn't stop bleeding, she might really bleed to death, just as she said.

But he found it too embarrassing to talk about this secret method; just thinking about it made his face turn bright red.

Even the hand that grasped Zhongli Yueluo trembled slightly.

However, Zhongli Yueluo was already exhausted, her hands had no strength left, and her head gradually rested in his arms.

His arms were a little stiff, and he seemed somewhat at a loss when he saw her leaning against him.

Her eyes gradually narrowed, and the buzzing sound seemed to be coming from her nose.

"It hurts... Ouch."

He didn't know what kind of magic the girl in front of him possessed, and after a few internal struggles, he reverted to his original form.

You should know that it is very dangerous for the Zheng Clan to reveal themselves to other races, but he didn't think that much about it.

It felt as if I was surrounded by something furry, with waves of warmth washing over me.

The pain in her body had eased somewhat, and she felt a moist, barbed tongue, as if cleaning the edges of her wound.

She opened her eyes and met Yan Ruoyu's grotesque form, who was carefully cleaning her wounds.

Her eyes were clear and calm, as if she were not captivated by her blood.

"Ruoyu".

"Okay, close your eyes, I'm going to change back."

Her voice was cold and indifferent, but Zhongli Yueluo was very obedient. When she closed her eyes, she felt as if a layer of cloth was covering her head.

Yan Ruoyu transformed into a child and took out a cloth to carefully re-bandage her wound.

"Although you have the support of the Zhen Clan's secret techniques, you cannot suffer any more serious injuries, otherwise I will be powerless to help you."

Zhongli Yueluo's eyes were still closed, and her voice was slightly hoarse: "May I open them?"

"can."

When she opened her eyes and looked at Yan Ruoyu, his face was still flushed.

Zhongli Yueluo stared straight at him, but his gaze didn't look away; instead, it returned to her.

"Young Master Ruoyu, would you say we've had physical intimacy?"

"What do you mean!" His voice was somewhat unnatural and hoarse.

What I mean is, I want to take responsibility for you, is that okay?

Yan Ruoyu's lips trembled slightly. Logically speaking, shouldn't the order be that she wiped away her tears and begged him to take responsibility?

How come she's taken control again?

“Is it okay? I want to take responsibility.” Zhongli Yuelu blinked.

She took his hand, and the warmth of her hand transferred to his body.

"Unreasonable."

He gently pushed her hand away, took two steps back, looked around at his surroundings, and frowned.

This does resemble a secret realm described in a certain collection of folklore he had read.

Why won't you look me in the eye? Weren't you just looking at me so confidently?

Zhongli Yueluo shamelessly followed Yan Ruoyu to his side and took his hand in hers.

Yan Ruoyu did not push her away because she was injured.

But you could feel the heat in her hands even through her clothes.

"You...you don't have to hold me so tightly." Yan Ruoyu twisted her arm.

"I'm just afraid you'll leave me behind. I'm injured right now, so pitiful."

Zhongli Yueluo squinted, her pale face devoid of color, and her smile had a morbid beauty.

"Is it alright if I hold your hand?" Yan Ruoyu asked, turning around.

Zhongli Yueluo nodded. His hand was slightly larger than hers, cool to the touch, and then gradually warmed up.