A weak and evil woman was exiled? The beastly husbands risked their lives to protect her

Chapter 645 So, he tricked me?!

Jiang Xinli glared at Yu Hanche and struggled to get up. "What are you going to do now?"

Yu Hanche grasped her wrist, pulled her closer to his chest, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Dark Lord, let's make up."

"Make up?" Jiang Xinli opened her mouth, somewhat speechless. "Have I ever been with you?"

Yu Hanche was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "It's alright."

Although that "reconciliation" lasted for less than half a day.

Jiang Xinli was too lazy to argue with him about such a pointless question. "Let me go first."

Fearing he would try to kiss her again, she didn't dare say anything that might provoke him this time.

Yu Hanche not only didn't let go, but hugged her even tighter. "I'll let go if you promise to make up with me."

"Isn't this cheating?" Jiang Xinli was even more speechless. She instinctively swung her elbow backward, which hit his chest.

Yu Hanche groaned and released her.

Jiang Xinli took the opportunity to stand up, only to see him clutch his chest, with a small amount of blood seeping out from between his fingers.

It was the spot where Jiang Xinli had stabbed her with her dagger earlier.

The wound that had just healed reopened.

Jiang Xinli frowned.

Normally, even the deepest wounds heal in seconds after applying hemostatic gel.

Could it be because Yu Hanche is a dark beastman with a special physique?

Although she was somewhat puzzled, she was the one who had caused the wound.

The wound has reopened, which is probably because she bumped into it so hard earlier.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xinli pursed her lips. "Let me see."

The man replied in a low voice, "No need, I'm fine."

Seeing that his face was still a little pale, Jiang Xinli frowned and asked, "Are you really alright?"

The man didn't answer, but instead muttered a self-deprecating remark:

"My life originally belonged to the Dark Lord. Now that the Dark Lord hates me so much, I might as well bleed to death and die."

"Or perhaps—" He paused, then swallowed back the angry words he had about Bai Yao.

Jiang Xinli sensed the weakness in his words.

This is the second time this powerful man has shown weakness in front of her today.

She felt something was off.

More and more blood seeped from Yu Hanche's chest, dripping down between his cold, white fingers.

What fell into Jiang Xinli's eyes was both glaring and striking.

"Maybe I didn't apply enough hemostatic gel just now." Her tone was gentler, but with a hint of command. "Let go of your hand first, let me take a look."

The man didn't move.

Not only did he not move, but where she couldn't see, the fingertips pressing on the wound continued to apply more pressure.

Jiang Xinli took a deep breath and compromised, "Okay, I'll make up with you."

Upon hearing this, the man's fingers, which were covering his wound, twitched slightly before he released them.

He raised his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, and looked at her. "Dark Lord keeps his word."

Jiang Xinli: “.”

I felt like I'd been tricked by him.

But she had no proof.

She bent down, unbuttoned his shirt, disinfected his wounds again, and applied medicine.

Then, she neatly buttoned up his clothes, saying, "Don't touch it again until the wound is completely healed."

He hummed in agreement, then naturally grasped her wrist with his palm. "Dark Lord, shall we go to my personal domain?"

He explained, "There are some things that are inconvenient to say here. Besides, keeping a spatial barrier in place all the time also consumes a lot of supernatural energy."

Jiang Xinli thought about it and agreed.

At least in his personal sphere, there are some things the two of them can say freely.

In addition, the temperature difference between day and night in the desert is very large.

Jiang Xinli had only been inside the house for a short while when goosebumps appeared on her arms.

It gets even colder at midnight.

The two entered Yu Hanche's personal domain. Just to be on the safe side, Yu Hanche turned on the light screen that was monitoring external access.

"Would you like to wash up first?" he asked.

Jiang Xinli shook her head. "Let's talk about it later."

She flew through the desert all day, and although the barrier blocked the sandstorm and the scorching sun, she was still covered in a layer of sweat, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.

But now, there are more important things to do.

From the moment we entered the City of Sacred Beasts, something seemed off.

Although many questions may be answered after meeting the city lord the next day.

However, Jiang Xinli, true to her nature, wanted to analyze the information that could be analyzed in advance.

"What would you like to eat? I'll go prepare it," Yu Hanche asked.

"No need, I'll just have a bottle of nutrient solution later." Jiang Xinli sat down at the table. "Shall we talk about the City of Sacred Beasts?"

Seeing her serious expression, he could only suppress his other thoughts and say, "Okay."

Jiang Xinli cut to the chase, "Tell me, where did those seashells on the palace walls come from?"

After they entered the underground palace, they found that the domes of those passageways were covered with many exquisite murals.

The brick wall is also inlaid with many luminous pearls and exquisite seashells made of jade.

Judging from the size and style of the shells, they clearly come from the ocean.

Yu Hanche sat down beside her.
Two possibilities:
1. There used to be an ocean here;
2. Collected from the distant sea.

After saying that, he looked at her and asked, "Did you notice those black-robed orcs today?"

Jiang Xinli nodded. "It looks very mysterious."

"The horned lizard beastmen say that their city lord is also their chieftain."

Judging from the environment and the way people address each other here, it resembles a clan culture from a period close to ancient times. Yu Hanche narrowed his red eyes slightly.

"If I'm not mistaken, those black-robed orcs should be the priests here."

He continued, "They also bowed to you."

Either they know your identity as a dark female.

Or perhaps, like in interstellar space, it's a matriarchal society where the female is superior to the male. They're simply bowing to you.

Jiang Xinli felt it was more like the former.

The other party seemed to have anticipated their arrival.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent someone to the city gate to greet them at such an opportune time.

As for why they did not see the city lord, they had no idea.

However, the mention of priests instantly put Jiang Xinli on edge.

The presence of priests implies the existence of sacrifices.

Either a live sacrifice or a death sacrifice.

Speaking of sacrifices, she seemed to have seen a strange mural on the way here.

However, the dome where the mural was located was quite far from the ground, so she couldn't see it clearly.

The painting depicts a group of male orcs, their bodies bound by black mist, kneeling devoutly before a black dragon with scarlet vertical pupils.

Above their heads, tiny specks of light drifted toward the black dragon, their meaning unknown.

Yu Hanche raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps it is the power of faith."

"The power of faith?" Jiang Xinli rubbed her temples. "That's possible."

Before meeting Jin Yuan, she did not believe that such power existed.

But now, there are some things that clearly cannot be explained by science.

In addition, before the final mission was issued, rumors circulated that the secret of the origin of the interstellar beast world was hidden within the final land.

This origin story can be traced back to very early times.

It can also be traced back to very late times, for example, suddenly appearing at some point in the process of human evolution.

“The Winged Race must be the Black Dragons.” She frowned slightly. “What about the Golden Dragons?”

The mural depicts an oriental dragon that can bring rain.

The desert's drought and water scarcity are most likely related to the disappearance of the Eastern Dragon.

With that thought in mind, she took out paper and pen and began to draw carefully on it.