There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

The only one I can sacrifice is myself.

So he hid the Eternal Bond Gu in a sachet and left it, along with the revised message, with Yan Lingji.

I thought this would be a last will and testament.

Unexpectedly, Tianze coveted the power of the Broken Cocoon and Feathered Gu, attempting to imprison him in the Nine Netherworld to fully unleash the potential of the Broken Cocoon and Feathered Gu, and then refine him into a highly nourishing substance through a secret method...

It sounded wonderful, but Tianze never expected that Yan Lingji would forcibly feed the Eternal Bond Gu to Jiang Mo.

Using the power of telepathy brought by this Gu worm, Jiang Mo's mind was forcibly pulled back from the abyss of chaos and madness. Compared to enslaving others or using it as a vessel for marriage, this was the original meaning of the Eternal Bond Gu.

A sane Innate Realm expert and a wild beast with Innate Realm strength.

The difference between the two is like heaven and earth.

Moreover, when he wandered in the Nine Netherworld, many ferocious beasts there tore at Jiang Mo's flesh and blood, and he was more or less eroded by the Broken Cocoon and Feathered Gu.

It's unlikely that in a single thought, they could all be refined into puppets.

However, it was not difficult for Jiang Mo to use witchcraft to arouse its ferocity and make it rush out of the Netherworld without regard for anything else.

Tianze's scheme ultimately backfired.

As for how many ferocious beasts broke out of the Nine Netherworlds, and what kind of blow the already small number of people in Baiyue would suffer, Jiang Mo didn't bother to consider those things at all.

He gazed quietly at Yan Lingji's bright and pretty face, bathed in the sunlight streaming down his face.

Jiang Mo felt an unprecedented sense of peace within him.

"How wonderful!"

Jiang Mo, who was originally about to emerge from the coffin, gently lay back down. He put his hands behind his head, gazed at the spotless sky, and softly sighed at the tranquility of time.

"Does 'beautiful' mean showing off your muscles to a pretty girl while completely naked?"

Yan Lingji, however, did not appear as relaxed as Jiang Mo. Her gaze swept over his body from top to bottom, checking his recovery progress.

But when she saw a certain part of her body that was too energetic, she couldn't help but blush.

She spat lightly, grabbed the prepared clothes, and threw them directly at Jiang Mo's face.

Jiang Mo still showed no intention of getting up. He haphazardly draped his clothes over himself, squeezed to the side, and then gently patted the space he had made.

Without needing to say a word, Yan Lingji, who shared the same thoughts, understood what the other meant.

"Who invites someone to lie in a coffin with them...?"

She couldn't help but complain, but her body betrayed her. She nimbly squeezed into the coffin and nestled next to Jiang Mo.

They listened quietly to each other's heartbeats.

Chapter 94 I am a barbarian, I need not observe etiquette.

This Xuan Yin Coffin was not meticulously crafted by the two of them; rather, they borrowed it casually from a hidden shaman when passing through a Baiyue village.

This was to make it easier for Jiang Mo to adjust his body shape using the Corpse Puppet Technique.

Since escaping from the Nine Netherworld, Jiang Mo has devoted most of his energy to regaining human form, using almost every method imaginable, such as dissecting bones and flesh and planting Gu to change his shape.

Fortunately, the Chunxi Gecko had been refined beforehand; otherwise, Jiang Mo would have been dead long ago after all this trouble.

When Jiang Mo lay down in the Xuan Yin Coffin, his body shape was no different from that of an ordinary person.

Therefore, the space inside the coffin was not spacious. It might be more than enough for one person, but after Yan Lingji squeezed in, the two of them were really pressed tightly together.

Yan Ling Ji had large areas of her fair skin exposed outside her armor.

Jiang Mo, on the other hand, hadn't even put on any clothes yet.

The two of them squeezed into a coffin, so it was inevitable that their skin would be pressed together. Even without the connection established by the Eternal Bond Gu, they could clearly feel each other's breath and heartbeat.

Looking at Jiang Mo's profile, Yan Lingji couldn't help but reveal a slightly silly smile.

Is there anything that's been adjusted incorrectly?

Seeing that the other person was staring at him, Jiang Mo couldn't help but raise his hand to touch his face, the touch from his fingertips was a little cold and stiff.

Similar to the real world.

It would be even better if her appearance was similar to her real-life counterpart.

Jiang Mo couldn't help but think this to himself, and during the adjustment process, he also consciously tried to resemble his appearance in the real world.

However, there were too many influencing factors during the entire restructuring process.

It was influenced by the body's inherent constitution, by Yan Lingji using the Eternal Bond Gu to help him set his direction, and by the restless interference of the Cocoon-Breaking Feather Gu.

As the saying goes, it's easy to draw the skin and flesh, but difficult to draw the bones.

Ultimately, they can never be exactly the same.

"No, I just think you look pretty good right now, and I want to look at you a little longer."

Yan Lingji gazed at Jiang Mo's face with a gentle smile, her ethereal and charming voice filled with undisguised intense emotion, making Jiang Mo's heart beat faster.

"What's so interesting about a grown man?"

As a straight man who doesn't care much about his appearance, Jiang Mo rarely received such direct compliments on his looks, and he felt a little uncomfortable for a moment, subconsciously twisting his neck.

But he couldn't escape Yan Lingji's gaze.

Because Yan Lingji's slender, fair hands immediately cupped his face and turned it back.

"I think it looks good, and it looks good no matter what."

"Was it beautiful back in the Nine Netherworlds?"

With their faces so close, gazing into each other's eyes, the romantic atmosphere was practically palpable. But Jiang Mo, like a clueless straight man, suddenly brought up a topic that completely lacked any sense of romance.

Yan Lingji paused in surprise upon hearing the question.

How do I answer that?

Should I stubbornly stick to what I just said? Not to mention that because of the Eternal Bond Gu, it's impossible to fool the other party, and just saying that kind of answer is really hard to say.

That's how it was...

For people with normal aesthetic sense, it's still a bit too extreme.

"Isn't that a special case? How does it resemble your normal appearance at all?"

Thinking about how she had given her first kiss under those circumstances, Yan Lingji felt increasingly uneasy and couldn't help but insist on completely separating Jiang Mo from the monster.

She's not a pervert.

If we're talking about perverts, Jiang Mo, who has a thing for socks, is the real one!

"There's absolutely no resemblance. You know that look nothing like me! You dared to pounce on me under those circumstances. Were you so sure you wouldn't mistake me for someone else?"

Jiang Mo's somewhat annoyed voice rang out.

This wasn't the first time he'd discussed this with Yan Lingji, but every time he recalled that scene, Jiang Mo couldn't help but feel his heart race.

I was deeply moved; I was truly moved.

But the thought of what might have happened to Yan Lingji if things had gone wrong in that situation filled Jiang Mo with lingering fear.

"How could I possibly admit I'm wrong?"

Sensing the emotional turmoil emanating from Jiang Mo's heart, Yan Lingji's expression softened further. Her fingers gently traced down Jiang Mo's cheek, finally resting on his chest.

"No matter what you look like, Amo, I will never mistake you."

The scalding heat, emanating from the fingertips pressed against his chest, carried the purest and most moving emotions, flowing into Jiang Mo's heart.

After a brief silence, Jiang Mo suddenly smiled and smiled:

"There's absolutely no basis for this; you're being completely unreasonable!"

"Yes, that's just being unreasonable."

Faced with Jiang Mo's teasing tone, Yan Lingji smiled slyly, her face revealing an expression of pride rather than shame:

"I am a barbarian, why should I reason with him?"

"Why bother with those Central Plains etiquette rules?"

Jiang Mo was stunned for a moment before realizing that the temperature emanating from Yan Lingji's palm was getting higher and higher, exceeding the normal human body temperature.

As a vessel commonly used to cultivate corpse puppets, the Xuan Yin Coffin naturally contains a chilling aura.

If you're not worried about being disturbed by the yin energy, lying here in the sweltering summer heat is an indescribable pleasure.

That was truly chilling to the bone.

It's extremely cold.

But now, squeezed together with Yan Lingji, Jiang Mo no longer felt the slightest bit of cold. It was a warm spring day in March, yet he felt unbearably hot all over.

"No, this isn't a matter of etiquette..."

Jiang Mo swallowed hard, relying on astonishing willpower to maintain the little rationality left in his mind.

He pressed down on Yan Lingji's small hand, which was drawing circles on his chest, and stared intently at her.

"Do you remember what I told you yesterday? We're going to see the world's splendor together, to lay out a magnificent wedding procession, so we won't have any regrets..."

"But what if I can't resist?"

Yan Lingji smiled and snuggled closer to Jiang Mo, her other hand already starting to rummage restlessly inside his clothes:

"Besides, you seem to be saying one thing and meaning another."

At this moment, Jiang Mo deeply regretted why he had been lazy earlier.

Who told you not to put your clothes on properly?

Now you've got your comeuppance!

Fortunately, although Yan Lingji was eager to make a move, she lacked both practical and theoretical experience. Although she had Jiang Mo's weakness, she did not have a mature plan for what to do next.

This gave Jiang Mo the opportunity to turn the tables and take control of his singing career.

To prevent the situation from spiraling out of control, Jiang Mo felt he needed to take the initiative, so he immediately gasped:

"Ouch, you're poking me."