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Chapter 68: Gluttonous Desire
"My. Female."

Hearing Bo Lan's answer, Qianzhi covered his forehead.

This answer is even more outrageous than "witch".

She shouldn't have expected anything from the sentinel at the "gate".

At the market outside the palace, Aaron was staring at a cage of live chickens owned by a vendor and trying hard to swallow his saliva.

His bulimia is not as serious as others, but he still can't suppress the urge to stuff food into his mouth whenever he sees it.

He tried to hold back, but the desire to eat finally prevailed and he reached out for the live chickens.

The next second his hands were clamped by the guards on both sides and he was pressed to the ground.

"Be gentle." He heard a soft voice say to the person next to him.

Aaron raised his head and saw the girl's fair and delicate face. Her long eyelashes were slightly drooping, her eyes were looking down, and her expression was full of pity.

He lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly, but saw the girl's hands hanging at her sides, which made him swallow again.

The little finger had slender bones and was covered with a layer of delicate and smooth skin. Due to the lack of blood color, the light blue blood vessels on it were clearly visible, and even the wrist bones were so thin that they seemed to be easily broken.

It was a hand that he wanted to lick continuously, and which aroused his desire to torture and bite.

He watched the hand approach him, fingertips touching, as if groping for something.

When he couldn't help but want to lie on the ground, kneel down and lick her hand desperately.

The hand passed across the side of his neck and pulled hard.

Something sticky and disgusting was pulled out of his internal organs and rushed out of his throat.

In an instant, the gluttony that had been following him like a maggot on his tarsal bones disappeared.

All that was left was the nausea that kept rising up.

Something shot up and pressed against his throat.

Aaron spat it out.

But what he vomited out was not the raw meat he had eaten these days, but a large pool of sticky black water.

There seemed to be white maggots tumbling in the water, and there were howling human faces made of mud, wriggling densely, gathering all the malice he could imagine.

Aaron woke up instantly and turned pale with fright.

Theo followed Qianzhi like a big dog.

The moment Aaron vomited, he immediately rushed to her, picked her up and held her in his arms.

If the "witch" is contaminated, no one will be able to cure the disease, he hypnotized himself stubbornly.

But the feeling of the soft body leaning against him in his arms made him feel indescribably comfortable.

It was like she was the most important part of his heart, finally back in his chest.

"Don't you know how to hide?" The blond man muttered to her and glanced at her again.

He was afraid that the violent and fierce voice he still had was too loud and would scare her.

She is so small, she might be scared and cry.

"They won't come near me." Qianzhi broke free from Theo's arms and reached out to the black water.

The black water avoided her hands and turned into dust in the direction of her fingers, disappearing in an instant.

"——You," Aaron blinked and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face of the girl in front of him, "You are not a witch, you are.?"

It was so strange, she seemed like a piece that couldn't fit into the puzzle of this world, so obviously discordant, but he couldn't remember what her identity was no matter what.

"I, I remember! Those people who really spread the disease!" Aaron recalled certain scenes in his mind.

"Who is that?" Qianzhi finally found a key to break the illusion.

She chose Aaron to purify because he had the least amount of black fog surrounding him, which meant he was most likely to regain more self-awareness. "He was a young man," Aaron said, "with silver hair."

Silver hair?
Qianzhi narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips.

Is it Cui?
"Oh, there's another one." Aaron frowned, his expression showing some disgust. "He was wearing a black hood and was very tall. Although I couldn't see his face clearly," he shuddered again, "but the aura he exuded was terrifying, as if all the malice in the world was draped on him."

Tall man?
In Qianzhi's memory, she had no impression of the person Aaron described.

Could this be related to her memory of disappearing in the Black Mist Forest?

"——Your Majesty!" The sound of horse hooves came from the distance. It was the guards in the palace.

The man in the front had scratches on his face, and blood was flowing down his neck, but he didn't have time to wipe it off.

"Guard Bo just broke out of the dungeon! He has escaped from the castle and is coming this way!"

That terrifying humanoid weapon actually broke all the shackles on him!
"What--!" Theo's pupils suddenly shrank, "Glenn, leave half of the men to guard here, and the rest follow me!" He pulled Qianzhi into his arms, jumped on the horse, and galloped towards the castle.

The soldiers searched for a whole day but found no trace of Bo Lan.

Theo lowered the defensive gate outside the palace out of concern and sent more troops to guard around Qianzhi's bedroom.

He even wanted to sleep next to Qianzhi, but because he had not yet recovered from his violent temper and was too proud to admit his mistake, he finally chose to sit at the door of Qianzhi's bedroom and take a nap carefully.

Qianzhi did not sleep well in the bedroom.

The dream was filled with a strange darkness.

The mist turned into countless tentacles, entwining her limbs, strangling her throat, and dragging her into deeper darkness.

She was so deep in her dream that she didn't notice that the tightly sealed window was being violently torn open by a big hand outside.

Someone climbed in through the window and landed beside her bed as nimbly and lightly as a wild animal.

The man's naked strong body was supported right above the girl. Every muscle line in his arms, shoulders, back and thighs contained terrifying explosive power.

The beast-like pupils glowed with a sinister and dark light.

Bo Lan put the tip of his nose close to Qianzhi's cheek and sniffed carefully.

Thirst quickly overwhelmed all his senses like a rapidly rising tide. The strong and crazy desire made his bones, internal organs and even every pore tremble excitedly.

He kept swallowing his saliva.

He slowly lowered his body down and placed his lips lightly on her soft cheek.

With the tip of his tongue lightly touching, he felt as if he was licking a piece of cool, soft cream cake.

It was so sweet that it made his whole body shiver with pleasure.

The big hand stretched out carefully, and with the most delicate fingertips without calluses, he gently stroked her graceful neck, then moved down, brushed across her small collarbone, and stopped at a small, burning red mole on her chest.

He gave in to his wild desire and pressed his tongue against it.

Then it moved up wetly and pressed against her lips.

Boom, boom, boom. He could hear his heart beating so hard that it was about to explode.

This was the taste he had always dreamed of, he couldn't describe it, it was the sweet berries in summer, or the slightly sweet first snow in winter.

The gluttonous appetite finally found an outlet.

He felt as if he was swimming in the deep ocean, with the sound of rippling water in his ears.

After the brief tinnitus passed, he realized that it was the sound of the tongue touching the palate.

The soft body beneath me trembled slightly.

Bo Lan heard a soft and somewhat confused voice.

"Alan?"