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

Chapter 121 Does Su Fengjun Dislike Princesses?

Looking closer, one could vaguely see a man standing in the mist; it was undoubtedly Su Fengjun.

Su Fengjun also noticed that Zhongli Yueluo's presence was nearby.

He was momentarily distracted, and the tiger raised its paw and knocked him back two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).

A mouthful of blood gushed from her mouth as Zhongli Yueluo drew ever closer.

The tiger also sensed that other people were approaching and roared at the sky.

Its claws moved swiftly, hurtling towards Zhongli Yueluo.

"Princess, get out of the way!" Su Fengjun shouted, using his strength to flash to Zhongli Yueluo's side.

The swords and blades joined together to block the next attack.

But the force of the blow was so great that it forced both of them to retreat deeply.

Zhongli Yueluo was coughing from the blow, let alone Su Fengjun in front of her.

In fact, the tiger was just an illusion of the evil spirit; its true form might still be in that pavilion.

Su Fengjun's face was pale and his lips were bloody, because his presence had distracted him.

Then she remembered that she and Su Fengling could communicate telepathically back then, and perhaps she could do the same with him.

She wasn't afraid of pain and was ruthless enough to reopen the already half-healed wound.

Blood dripped into Su Fengjun's mouth. He resisted fiercely, but the blood just kept seeping into his body on its own!

"Princess, please don't hurt yourself anymore!" He grasped her hand with difficulty; her injury pained him.

She roughly shook off his hand, and even pinched his cheek with one hand, forcing him to drink her blood.

Then he reached out and a blood flute appeared in his palm, its sound lingering in Su Fengjun's ears.

The flute music sounded very clear and melodious, making one's mind clear.

It was as if all the noise I had just experienced had been washed away.

Just now my limbs were stiff and my movements were slow, but now it feels like I've been reborn, as if my bones and marrow have been cleansed.

It turns out that this flute music had such an effect.

With her eyes closed, she played the blood flute, switching melodies in her mind, recalling the tunes she played when she collaborated with Su Fengling.

Sure enough, Su Fengjun felt his speed increase, and his magic power was surging out of his spiritual sea continuously.

There was an unprecedented feeling of unobstructed energy flow.

The demons wouldn't give them a moment's respite.

He raised his hand to strike, and that palm strike carried the power of thunder.

This time, Su Fengjun blocked the attack with just one hand while holding his sword.

The flute played melodiously, and the sword danced gracefully; even the ghosts were somewhat overwhelmed by his combined sword and saber techniques.

The sword's chill froze the tiger's limbs, while the blade's flames scorched its needle-like fur.

In a short while, the tiger monster's phantom image collapsed.

Su Fengjun breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the tiger monster gradually fall.

He had just turned his head to speak to Zhongli Yueluo when a steel needle, as thick as a little finger, pierced through his shoulder.

Moreover, it showed no signs of slowing down and continued straight toward Zhongli Yueluo.

He groaned, his face turning pale instantly, but his eyes were filled with endless killing intent.

Gritting his teeth and enduring the excruciating pain, he flashed back to Zhongli Yueluo's side, raised his sword, and knocked the steel needle to the ground.

This was the tiger monster's last blow before it fell, a desperate struggle that failed to take the two of them away.

The true form of the mad ghost opened its eyes, glaring angrily. It was only after she had devoured so many human hearts that she had raised the tiger monster to such a size.

How could she accept that it had died like that!

Then a sharp, piercing sound rang out, causing a sharp pain in their eardrums.

Zhongli Yueluo put away the blood flute and helped Su Fengjun up, worriedly saying, "Fengjun!"

It seemed that the forced stimulation of his body's various functions had dissipated because the music of Zhongli Yueluo had ended.

His face gradually turned pale, but he still forced a faint smile despite the pain.

With a slightly weak voice, she comforted him, "It's alright."

He was injured while protecting her, and he couldn't help but feel guilty, his hands feeling weak.

But she couldn't afford to be negative; she had to get out of this foggy illusion first.

Before they could find a way out, the fog had already begun to dissipate.

They were teleported back to the green ginkgo tree.

Gongshu Liang glared fiercely at the three of them, while Zhongli Yueluo glanced at Miao Qing indifferently.

He also suffered a penetrating wound, though it wasn't as severe as Su Fengjun's.

The ghost sneered at Gongshu Liang: "Young Master Gongshu, lust is a double-edged sword."

"I've already given you one chance, but you didn't seize it. So now I'll have to take action!"

The red ribbons fluttered in the air, filling it with a putrid stench that made people dizzy.

Then they seemed to see before their eyes the dying moments of those who had died at her hands.

It was almost torn apart alive; a human heart was pulled out of its chest cavity, and it seemed as if you could still see it steaming and beating.

Just as they were stunned, they were entangled by something that seemed to grow out of nowhere, like vines.

Looking down, I saw that it was the red silk robe with bells worn by the ghost.

Zhongli Yuelu instinctively tried to cut it with her knife, but the cloth only tightened around her.

Bu was afraid of fire, and just as she was about to shout, she was pushed toward Su Fengjun, and the two were tied together.

"This ghost of mine is still kind; I will never let you two be separated. I'll eat both of your hearts together!"

"Changgui!" Miaoqing shouted!

The ghost frowned, looking him up and down with some disgust.

"You're still alive? No wonder you're a man made of water. Don't worry, I'll eat those two first, then I'll come back and deal with you."

Gongshu Liang said coldly from the side, "Didn't we agree to hand Zhongli Yueluo over to me?"

"I already said I gave you one chance!" she said coldly.

As they talked, she wrapped them up tighter and tighter, with Zhongli Yueluo pressed against Su Fengjun's chest.

She touched his chest and found it wet and bleeding. He was in a lot of pain, but he didn't utter a sound.

They were wrapped up, with some gaps in the middle, so she could still take out the blood flute.

If Su Fengjun were to activate the fire spell again, he should be able to burn all these red silks that reek of corpses.

But before the blood flute could be taken out, the red silk tightened around the two of them again.

Their lips pressed tightly together, the metallic taste of blood assaulting her senses.

This surge of qi and blood didn't need the blessing of the Blood Flute at all.

Su Fengjun felt this was a very private matter, how could it happen in front of outsiders!

Both hands channeled their magical power, whether cold or hot, upwards simultaneously.

Zhongli Yueluo was shivering from the cold on one side and glowing red from the heat on the other, causing the silk to come undone.

His eyes were bloodshot; to him, the accident that had just happened was nothing short of a desecration of the princess.

They should gouge out the eyes of everyone present!

Zhongli Yueluo and Changgui both sensed the change in his aura—it was boundless rage!

Zhongli Yueluo released his hand subtly, her heart pounding.

She wondered if he was so angry because she had accidentally kissed him earlier.

So he dislikes her? He finds it unacceptable that they are so intimate in front of others?