Who Stole My Eggs?

Xie Zuo gently stroked Huo Yao’s cheek and murmured, “You are the Deity of Thunder. You won’t get sick, right?”

“No.” Huo Yao woke up at some point and held his hand.

Xie Zuo looked down at him and found that the pale sickly air on his face had faded. He knew that he was done resolving the disease caused by his trip.

Huo Yao smiled, “It’s rare to see you looking so sad. Come here.”

He hugged Xie Zuo’s waist and pulled him into the bath, kissed him comfortingly, “Smile.”

Xie Zuo sighed, “You still want to play? Come out.” If Huo Yao was still in the divine position, Xie Zuo believed that he could eradicate the entire Southern Kingdom’s plague in one breath, but now he was only a mortal, and the little divine power he could use was very limited. How could his body withstand it?

At night, Huo Yao kissed Xie Zuo’s sweaty forehead and suddenly said, “Shall I take you back to the abyss early?”

“Huh?” Xie Zuo was surprised, “No, let’s go back together!”

Huo Yao pondered for a moment, but said nothing more, just said, “Go to sleep.”

They had only been together for a short time, and the next day, Huo Yao took people to areas with severe epidemics for disaster relief.

Xie Zuo escorted Huo Yao all the way to the city gate. Looking at his back on the horse, Xie Zuo really wanted to stop him. That way, he didn’t have to worry about it, and he wouldn’t be so tired!

However, Xie Zuo knew Huo Yao’s temperament. Although he seemed cold and inhumane, he had a kind heart. He had natural compassion for the weak and did not want others to suffer.

Xie Zuo sighed and returned to the palace, sending the eunuch to call Mu Rong. Now, only Mu Rong could talk to him and listen to his complaints.

However, the little eunuch sent out replied that Mu Rong was not free today and would come to accompany him another day.

Hm? Xie Zuo looked at the pale face of the little eunuch and suddenly shouted, “Be honest with me, what’s wrong with him?”

The little eunuch fell to his knees with a plop, “Your Majesty, Sir Mu Rong, he is infected with the plague! My lord, he is afraid that Your Majesty will be infected and refuses to let you know…”

Xie Zuo ignored everyone’s obstruction and went to Mu Rong’s residence to visit him.

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Mu Rong had arranged for someone to move him to a remote and uninhabited backyard, and he was lying there waiting to die. Suddenly he saw Xie Zuo appear and burst into tears, “Brother!”

Xie Zuo rushed over and hugged him, “You are such a fool, you have to be treated when you are sick, why are you hiding?”

Mu Rong was moved for a while, and suddenly realized that he hadn’t taken any protection or covered his mouth and nose, so he quickly pushed Xie Zuo away and covered his own mouth and nose, “Brother, please go quickly, don’t let me infect you with the plague!”

“What are you doing?” Xie Zuo opened Mu Rong’s sleeves and forced him to lie down obediently, “Don’t worry, I will definitely find a way to cure you. Hang in there!”

Mu Rong nodded honestly, but knew in his heart that his brother was just comforting him. As his death approached, Mu Rong felt very reluctant to leave Xie Zuo. Since their parents passed away one after another, his only relative in the world was his good brother, Xie Zuo. They had grown up together since childhood, and they had never harbored any grudges or suspicions against each other. It was a blessing to have such a wise king as a good brother over several lifetimes.

Xie Zuo watched Mu Rong take medicine and fall asleep, then got up and returned to the palace.

At night, he tossed and turned without feeling sleepy. Mu Rong was also the reincarnation of a divine messenger, and he was also infected with the plague. It was not like what the Black Cloud Messenger said, that immortals would not be infected by the disease when they were reincarnated. Then, what about Huo Yao…

Xie Zuo suddenly remembered a person and jumped up from the bed. How could he forget!

Xie Zuo dug out a purse from the cabinet that he had forgotten in the corner. After opening it, he took out a fiery red phoenix feather.

Xie Zuo breathed a sigh of relief, and flames appeared in his palms, burning the phoenix feathers, as he called out, “Feng Yi, Feng Yi, come quickly!”

This was what Feng Yi left for him before leaving, saying that he could not appear casually in the southern region. But if Xie Zuo took the initiative to call him, he could come.

Unexpectedly, Xie Zuo called several times, but no one answered, “Damn phoenix, you lied to me!”

After a while, Feng Yi reluctantly appeared, “I’m here.”

Xie Zuo stared at him. “Why are you so reluctant? I’ve never asked you for help, and you have this attitude when I ask you just once?”

Feng Yi said with a bitter face, “If you call me, I have to come, but I don’t want to help. It’s your business.”

“Why?” Xie Zuo perked up, “Do you know how to cure this plague?”

“Yes, Huo Yao also knows.”

“Then why…” An idea flashed in Xie Zuo’s mind. Wait, why didn’t he think of it earlier!