Wu Chang Jie

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Chapter 125
Zong Zi Heng had a high fever and was in a coma for several days. Zong Zi Xiao was very distraught at his bedside, but refused to show his concern. The evil fire flared up everywhere, frightening the physicians and chamberlains of the Wuji Palace so much that they gave an aftermath account to their families*.

He had not been back to the Wuji Palace for ten years and found that the biggest change in the place was that it had become much more desolate. After all, the late emperor and empress were gone, the princes and princesses had moved out and married off, and with the decline of the Zong clan, there was a massive loss of disciples. This vast Wuji Palace was in a state of depression.

He thought sarcastically that Zong Zi Heng must not have expected that the throne he had so painstakingly snatched was in fact in shambles. The Daming Zong Clan was already on the verge of death and no longer had the power to return back.

However, now that he had returned, everything had become unknown.

"Your Holiness." A respectful voice came from behind him.

"Speak."

"The emperor has woken up." Even Cai Cheng Yi's breathing was in propriety. He was afraid of this temperamental, malicious and ruthless Supreme Demon. But in his heart, he could not help but lament. This great devil had completely inherited Chu Ying Ruo's stunning beauty. With the beauty of an exiled immortal and the pretty, flirtatious and demonic appearance, anyone who looked at him would have their souls tremble.

Zong Zi Xiao walked quickly towards Zong Zi Heng's bedchamber.

When he pushed open the door, it seemed that Zong Zi Heng had just changed his dressings and his maid was helping him to straighten his lapel.

When the movement was heard, everyone in the room turned around, and their faces suddenly changed at the same time, as if they had seen a ghost.

No, ghosts are the prey of cultivators, and they are impossible to find in the Yang energy-rich Wuji Palace. How can they be one-in-a-millionth as frightening as the Supreme Demon?

The little colors that had been on Zong Zi Heng's face faded away in an instant. His fingers clenched the lapels of his jacket, even his joints were blue and white from the excessive force. What had happened that day in the Zhengji Hall had tormented his heart every moment, making him want to die of shame and anger. He was instinctively afraid when he faced Zong Zi Xiao.

With a sweep of Zong Zi Xiao's eyes, his subordinates understood and scrambled to retreat. He sat down on the edge of Zong Zi Heng's bed and lifted up his collar: "Your wound recovery is ..."

Zong Zi Heng snatched back his own clothes and ducked into the bed in one smooth motion.

A hand grabbed his shoulder, making him unable to move.

Zong Zi Xiao sneered, "Where are you hiding? There's nothing on you, inside or out, that I haven't seen or touched."

Zong Zi Heng glared angrily, his eyes red with rage.

The look of total resistance stung Zong Zi Xiao, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't give me a hard time." He pulled the man hard into his embrace and wrapped his arms around him from behind.

"What are you doing!?" Zong Zi Heng's body trembled as the strong arms that imprisoned him and the solid chest that pressed against his back formed a cage from which there was no escape. The close contact of their bodies caused him to recall all the unspeakable things this man had done to him.

"Don't move, let me see your injuries." Zong Zi Xiao pressed his face intimately against his big brother's and chuckled, "What did you think I was going to 'do*'? If I really fuck you to death, won't I lose my fun?"