Marry Him

As the hands were caressing, Zhao Xuanjing stood up to tidy his clothes.

The beautiful ghoul was not mad. She smiled and took a sip of wine.

"Xie Qiao" was blushing.

Zhao Xuanjing walked to the courtyard and stretched his arm to get Zhou Weizong's saber. He stared at the saber coldly with determination. Suddenly, he slit it across his palm. Blood was flowing at the moment. 

"Your Highness?!" Zhou Weizong was stunned.

He rushed forward to wrap the wound, but Zhao Xuanjing said calmly, "Wait."

He held the talisman he purchased from Xie Qiao in his palm as he spoke. Very soon, the talisman was dyed red.

"What are you doing, Your Highness? What if your body…" Zhou Weizong was heartbroken.

"I'm not made of mud. My hands are rather useless, so it doesn't matter if they're injured," Zhao Xuanjing said, and joy revealed in his bright eyes suddenly, "I heard that dog's blood can expel evil."