Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 4

[Chapter 4 Healing Elixir]

Xuanlong has practiced for nearly ten thousand years, and he should not be so weak. His catastrophe is approaching, his mana is gradually weakening, and the pain on his body is clear, and even the wounds left by pulling out the scales are still unable to heal.

As the catastrophe got closer, he became more and more like ordinary mortals, and it would naturally be uncomfortable to be tossed like this.

The man who had just experienced the so-called conjugal love on the stone bed was naked, and before he even had time to cover himself with the quilt, he had already fallen asleep. He trusted Yan Yuan too much and never thought about fortification.

Yan Yuan silently stopped beside the bed, her eyes fell on the wound on Xuanlong’s left chest. The wound was facing the heart. As long as the dagger was stabbed in, he would die… It

wouldn’t be too painful.

Then he dug out his heart, and he could go back and save Ayu.

As an emperor, Yan Yuan has compassion in her heart, but she asks herself that she is not an indecisive person. Back then, in the Golden Throne Hall, he was arrogant and blood splattered on the spot.

The dagger in his hand was raised high, and the knuckles of the knuckles were so hard that he pinched the knife Bing, and he couldn’t drop it for a long time.

That kind of deep discomfort almost drowned Yan Yuan, as if he and Xuanlong didn’t know each other for the first time in January, but in a previous life, and they have known each other for a long time in the previous life, otherwise he would be soft-hearted.

To be soft-hearted towards others is to be cruel to Ning Zhiyu…

He can lose anyone, but Ayu cannot lose him.

Yan Yuan closed her eyes, her breath was trembling, she gritted her teeth and raised the dagger in her hand, and stabbed it hard at Xuanlong’s chest—

the man on the stone bed suddenly let out a low groan, frowned in pain and turned over. He curled up slightly, looking like some kind of injured beast, too fragile to hide.

Yan Yuan’s movements stopped, and Xuanlong’s pale face was reflected in her eyes.

The tip of the knife was stained with a few drops of blood. Just now, he only stabbed it in a tiny bit. A small stream of blood flowed from Xuanlong’s chest into the snow-white quilt.

It looks terrifying.

For a moment of daze, Xuanlong half-opened his turquoise eyes without warning, and his hazy eyes fell on Yan Yuan who was beside the bed.

“…Why don’t you sleep?”

Yan Yuan quickly hid the dagger in the sleeve of her robe, he pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, “Look at you, it looks good.”

Xuanlong didn’t notice anything unusual, he was used to it. The pain in his chest has increased, and the increase is not obvious, and his sanity is not clear at this time.

Yan Yuan always likes to say some sticky words to him, Xuanlong is shy in his heart, but he doesn’t show it on his face: “Go to sleep.”

Immediately, he was overwhelmed and closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

Yan Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and did not dare to act rashly.

Missing this opportunity, he felt faintly annoyed, and inexplicably relaxed.

Just wait… wait…

Suppressing her messy thoughts, Yan Yuan went to get a clean white cloth, carefully cleaned the blood on Xuan Long’s body, and went to bed and hugged him from behind to sleep.

When Xuanlong woke up the next day, he felt that his body was very weird and it was not easy to walk. He had heard that it was a joy to have sex with a loved one, but he didn’t know how. It’s probably like he is now, happy in his heart, but his body has to suffer a little, otherwise why would it be so painful.

Yan Yuan likes to eat the steamed buns and lotus leaf porridge in Jingyu Building. Xuanlong got up and went to Chang’an City to buy breakfast. In the past 100 years, he did not necessarily go out once, and lived on fish and shrimp in the pool. Now he has to run to the world every day. Three times, Yan Yuan’s mouth was very picky, and she would rather be hungry than touch the cold things, and only eat hot ones.

When Yan Yuan was still asleep when he came back, Xuanlong put the food box on the stone table, his knuckled fingers ripped open the front of his shirt, revealing the position of his heart, and picked up the dagger on the table.

It was the one that Yan Yuan wanted to slay the dragon last night.

Xuanlong’s palm slid lightly across his heart, and that piece of skin was instantly covered by black scales glowing with a beautiful luster.

The dragon scale on the heart is the best medicine for healing, and now it has almost been pulled out. Xuanlong randomly aimed at a dragon scale on the edge of the heart and used the tip of the knife to pry it off.

He swallowed his snort into his throat without saying a word, but his face turned pale, and the blood stained his clothes. Fortunately, it was Xuanyi, so it was not easy to see.

“What are you doing?” Soon after, Yan Yuan’s voice came from behind.

Xuanlong calmly tidied up his clothes, covered up the blood on the dagger and put it back where he was. He just turned to look at Yan Yuan, who had already sat up on the bed: “Get up and have breakfast.”

“What were you doing just now?” Yan Yuan stared suspiciously at the man’s stern face, feeling that something was wrong with him.

“No.” Xuanlong said.

“Why did you get hurt so well?” Thinking of the wound in his heart, Yan Yuan frowned.

Xuanlong was silent for a moment, avoiding

his gaze: “I didn’t intend to do it.” Yan Yuan knew Xuanlong’s temperament well.

[End of This Chapter]