Chapter 92: Saintess’s Cold Poison Flaring Up? Get In The Blanket, I Will Warm You Up

The night was deep, and cold crows cried.

Gu Lan lay on the soft couch in the outer room, tossing and turning unable to sleep.

Although the bed here was very soft and the quilt smelled fragrant.

But thinking that a Female Demon Lord who might violently kill at any moment was sleeping in the next room.

And that he also had to act as her Protector, he felt a chill run down the back of his neck.

"Sigh, I don't know how Senior Sister Wanqing and the others are doing…"

Gu Lan sighed, and just as he wanted to turn over, the heart-linking gu in his mind suddenly transmitted a violent tremor.

Cold!

Bone-piercing chill!

That feeling was like being thrown naked into a million-year-old ice cave, even the Soul was about to be frozen.

"F*ck! What is going on?!"

Gu Lan shivered.

Even a layer of faint white frost formed on his eyebrows.

"Gu… Gu Lan…"

An extremely weak voice sounded in his mind, with teeth chattering.

"Get… get in here…"

Something happened!

Gu Lan's expression changed, not daring to delay, and he hurriedly rushed into the inner room.

As soon as he entered the door, a wave of white cold Qi rushed towards his face.

The indoor temperature was frighteningly low, and the tea on the table had already frozen into ice cubes.

On that carved large bed, Saintess Ji Wushuang was curled up into a ball, shivering.

The thin brocade quilt on her body could not play any warming role at all, and even the surface was covered with a layer of frost.

Her head of dark hair turned snow-white, and there was not a trace of color on her face.

Her lips were frozen purple, and the whole person looked like a soon-to-shatter ice-sculpted beauty.

"Saintess! What happened to you?!"

Gu Lan rushed over and reached out to touch, his hand touching freezing cold, simply colder than a dead person.

"Myriad… myriad flowers spiritual dew…"

Saintess Ji Wushuang opened her eyes with difficulty, ice crystals hanging on her eyelashes, her gaze scattered.

"The medicinal properties… are too fierce… cannot suppress it…"

Gu Lan instantly understood.

This woman was too impatient!

Although myriad flowers spiritual dew was a holy medicine for Core Formation, its attribute was extremely Yin.

The "Nine Nether Profound Art" she cultivated herself was also of an Yin-cold attribute,

Two strands of cold Qi collided and erupted within her body,

If not neutralized in time, let alone Core Formation, it could directly freeze her into an icicle!

"Crazy woman! You're really risking your life!"

Gu Lan cursed, without saying another word, jumped straight onto the bed and lifted the quilt.

"Cold… so cold…"

Saintess Ji Wushuang had already lost her reason at this moment, feeling the heat source from beside her, instinctively entangling herself around him.

She was like a dying white snake, tightly wrapping around Gu Lan's body.

Using both hands and feet, wishing she could drill into the cracks of his bones to warm up.

"Hiss——!!!"

Gu Lan drew a sharp breath of cold Qi.

How could this be hugging a woman.

This was clearly hugging a piece of millennium cold ice!

That bone-penetrating chill.

Instantly penetrated his clothing, freezing his whole body stiff.

"Heat up for me!"

Gu Lan let out a low roar, and the "Blazing Sun Art" inside his body operated frantically.

Boom!

Pure Yang True Essence erupted, and Gu Lan turned into a humanoid furnace, emitting a scorching high temperature.

"Mmm…"

Feeling this warmth, Saintess Ji Wushuang let out a satisfied moan and hugged tighter.

The clothes on her body were originally light and thin.

At this moment, in the struggle, they were even more messy and disheveled.

Large patches of snow-white skin pressed tightly against Gu Lan's scorching chest.

The Fusion of ice and fire stirred up bursts of white water mist.

"Saintess, offense taken!"

Gu Lan knew that relying solely on body surface heat transfer like this was not enough.

He gritted his teeth and reached out to press against Saintess Ji Wushuang's back.

Pure Yang True Essence continuously poured into her body, helping her sort out that violent cold Qi.

"Ah!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang's body jerked straight, as if she had been electrocuted.

The feeling of that scorching True Essence entering the Meridians was both painful and… comfortable.

It was like frozen hands and feet suddenly soaking into hot water.

That numb and swollen pain made her unable to help wanting to cry out.

"Bear with it! I am helping you resolve the cold poison!"

Sweat beads seeped out on Gu Lan's forehead.

This job was definitely not easy.

Not only did he have to consume a large amount of True Essence, but he also had to endure huge temptation.

At this time, Saintess Ji Wushuang, due to the erosion of cold Qi.

Her whole body's skin presented a translucent jade-like texture, with blood vessels clearly visible.

The originally aloof and inviolable Saintess.

At this moment, she curled up in his arms like a helpless kitten, letting him manipulate her at will.

Especially those slender legs.

In order to keep warm, they actually clamped tightly around Gu Lan's waist.

"This posture… is too foul!"

Gu Lan wailed in his heart.

What was even more fatal was that due to the existence of the "heart-linking gu".

Saintess Ji Wushuang's current feelings would be synchronously transmitted to him!

That comfortable feeling of coldness gradually receding and warmth gradually spreading…

That pleasure of two forces intertwining and colliding in the body…

And even that… instinctive desire and greed for Yang Qi…

All of them were fed back into Gu Lan's mind without reservation!

"I… I want…"

Saintess Ji Wushuang's consciousness was blurred, looking at Gu Lan with dazed eyes, holding his face with both hands.

"What do you want?"

Gu Lan's voice was hoarse.

"Want… more…"

Her red lips parted slightly, and she bit down on Gu Lan's shoulder.

It was not an attack.

But rather an instinct close to that of a beast, demanding warmth.

"Hiss——"

Gu Lan grinned in pain.

But following that was an even stronger wave of dry heat.

"You brought this on yourself!"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Gu Lan's eyes.

Since you want Yang Qi, then I will give you enough!

He no longer held back, directly urging the Green Lotus Core Flame within his body.

"Boom!"

The cyan flame instantly covered his whole body.

Wrapping the two of them in a huge cocoon of fire.

"Mmm!!!"

Saintess Ji Wushuang let out a high-pitched scream, and her whole body trembled violently.

Strange fire entering the body!

That overbearing power that burned everything.

Instantly dispersed the cold poison in her body.

At the same time, it also brought a huge impact to her Meridians.

"Pain… so painful…"

Her tears even flowed out, and her nails deeply embedded into Gu Lan's flesh.

"It's right that it hurts!"

Gu Lan hugged her tightly, not letting her move around.

"This is expanding your Meridians for you! Endure it, and you will have hope for Core Formation!"

The two entangled and rolled in the cocoon of fire.

Sweat wet their clothes, and was instantly evaporated dry.

Not knowing how much time had passed.

The cold Qi in Saintess Ji Wushuang's body was finally completely suppressed.

A brand-new powerful aura, fused with the power of Yin and Yang, began to condense at her Dantian.

That was… the prototype of the Golden Core!

"Hoo…"

Saintess Ji Wushuang finally calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.

But her hand still tightly grasped Gu Lan's lapel, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she were still having some nightmare.

Gu Lan removed the flames, looked at this disheveled yet breathtakingly beautiful woman in his arms, and sighed helplessly.

"I really owe you."

He wanted to get up, but found that Saintess Ji Wushuang hugged him so tightly that he couldn't break free at all.

Moreover…

The clothes of the two people during the tossing just now.

Were already tattered, with large areas of skin sticking together.

"Forget it, let's just be like this."

Gu Lan was also exhausted to death, so he simply pulled the quilt over to cover them both.

"Consider it… collecting some interest in advance."

He hugged this demonic delicate body.

Smelling the cold fragrance like a green lotus after rain on her body, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

This night.

In the boudoir of the Demon Cult Saintess, spring warmth was abundant.

It's just that what Gu Lan didn't know was.