"I can't do that right now."
A gentle breeze blew in the quiet courtyard. The warm sunlight warmed the banquet. The green bamboo swayed gently in the wind, the birds chirped, and the fragrance of apricot flowers floated in the air.
The rebuilt courtyard was simple and crude. There was only a light gray stone table in the middle of the courtyard and a few stone stools on both sides.
A handsome young man sat at one end of the stone table. His hair was tied up and swaying in the wind. He held a bunch of Ice Spirit Flowers in his hand. There were two or three drops of dew on the light blue petals, reflecting a bright light under the sunlight.
It was Xie Ziyou's request. He wanted to use the delicate flower stalks to train Guan Heng's control of Internal Force. If Guan Heng broke a flower, he would be punished. There were many ways to punish him, from cooking and boiling soup to repairing the house and setting up formations.
Of course, Xie Ziyou also said that he would consider giving the young man a reward if not a single petal was broken one day.
Guan Heng's training was difficult but happy.
Opposite him, the young man with grey hair sat silently on the stone bench with his head lowered in a daze. His right hand that was placed on the stone table suddenly clenched tightly, and his knuckles were pale while his face was pale and devoid of blood.
The possession of the "Dean" had caused great harm to Wu Cong. His body was now like a sieve with holes. Even though the Wu family was rich and could use precious spiritual plants to save the young man's life, his cultivation had fallen below the fourth level. It would be difficult for him to advance in his life.
Wu Zhengying was even more miserable. He was still unconscious in bed and had not yet awakened.
The "Dean" had not only sucked away the young man's cultivation, but no one knew what it was.
Whether it was his vitality or his soul, these were far beyond the abilities of ordinary practitioners.
Wu Cong could only beg Guan Heng.
Even though he was very unwilling, the young man in front of him was the only one in the world who could control the power of chaos. He wanted to fight for his younger brother's life. The young man could only anxiously beg Guan Heng to help him in a soft voice.
To his surprise, Guan Heng's attitude was much better than he had expected. Upon hearing the purpose of Wu Cong's visit, the young man frowned and his expression darkened. He immediately followed Wu Cong to check on Wu Zhengying's condition.
However, the conclusion he came to was still "impossible".
Wu Cong's eyes dimmed.
His long grey hair was withered like weeds, and it swept across the young man's cheeks that had become thin overnight. He grinned and revealed a bitter smile of self-mockery.
Previously, he had never paid attention to this clan brother of his. He felt that he was incompetent, troublesome, and noisy. It was only because they were of the same clan that it was inconvenient to drive him away.
However, a few days ago, his body had been possessed by his master. He had curled up in a corner of his body in fear and helplessness. He had watched "himself" deceive Xie Ziyou and spread out gray gas, causing the densely packed crowd in front of him to collapse one by one. Even though he was burning with anxiety, he could not move at all.
No one could resist the powerful "self", and no one could save him.
The young man's heart was filled with despair and despair.
He heard a clear "Cong".
It was Wu Zhengying.
The young man looked at him with light in his eyes.
He, Wu Cong, was the heir of the Wu family and the future leader of the family with a promising future. He had so many subordinates who flattered him and made friends with so many talented geniuses. However, at the moment of life and death, there was only one person in the vast sea of people who struggled to stand up. His teeth were bleeding, but he still struggled to crawl to "him" and reach out to him.
It was this clan brother of his whom he did not like.
… How ridiculous.
Wu Cong shook his head and slowly got up. He took a deep breath and bowed to Guan Heng.
"Thank you … for saving my life."
After saying that, the young man turned around sadly. His thin body swayed slightly in the wind, and his wide sleeves fluttered. He lowered his head and was about to leave.
"Wait!" Guan Heng smiled bitterly and shouted at the young man's back. "What's the hurry? There is no way now, but it doesn't mean there will never be a way. "
Wu Cong's back trembled.
The young man suddenly turned around, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Guan Heng nodded to him.
"When I reach the ninth level, I should be able to save him."
"Before that, you have to protect him."
"No problem." Wu Cong's expression was serious, which was rare for him. He said word by word, "I will take good care of him."
…
After solving Wu Cong's problem, Guan Heng turned around and went back to the house.
As soon as the door was pushed open, Xie Ziyou, who was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, looked at them curiously and confusedly. She could not help but ask, "What are you talking about?"
"Wu Zhengying's matter." Guan Heng played it down. "It's a small matter."
The young man found a vase and put the delicate blooming branch in his hand into it. His fingertips gently brushed the thin petals, sweeping away the morning dew.
Behind him, Xie Ziyou stared at him with her beautiful peach blossom eyes and said unhappily, "It's a matter of life and death. How can it be a small matter?"
"Don't worry, You."
Guan Heng turned his head and winked slyly. "Actually, I can save him, but I want to give him the cold shoulder."
"If he does his best to take care of Wu Zhengying, he still has some conscience. If he slacks off and finds it troublesome after taking care of him for a few days, I must let Wu Zhengying see the true face of this cold-blooded guy."
Xie Ziyou was silent for a moment, and then nodded thoughtfully.
"So that's how it is."
"Guan Heng," he said softly. "You … are quite scheming."
Guan Heng's heart suddenly trembled.
His slender fingers that were stroking the petals trembled slightly, and the condensed mystical Qi was accidentally released. A fingernail-sized petal was torn from the middle and pulled into the young man's hand.
Guan Heng: "…"
He pinched the petal and pondered for three seconds. Then, he quickly tore off the other half of the petal that was attached to the receptacle and crushed it into powder with his fingertips to destroy the evidence.
Then, the young man turned around and handed the porcelain vase full of flowers to Xie Ziyou with a gentle smile.
Xie Ziyou took the porcelain vase and glanced at the ice-blue flowers. She frowned and asked, "You didn't break a single petal?"
Guan Heng nodded obediently.
Xie Ziyou looked at the porcelain vase suspiciously. Her slender white fingers brushed across the pale petals and she said uncertainly, "Why do I remember … this flower didn't look like this at the beginning?"
"How can that be?" Guan Heng said softly. "You, you remembered wrong."
"… Okay."
Xie Ziyou didn't particularly care about the slight damage to the petals. Seeing that Guan Heng was so sure, he didn't ask any more questions. He put the vase on the table and beckoned Guan Heng with his finger.
Guan Heng readily took a step forward … and received a sweet and soft kiss.
This was his reward.
But the young man's heart was in turmoil. He felt that it wasn't enough.
Especially after seeing Wu Cong and learning about Wu Zhengying's current situation, Guan Heng hugged his beloved lover and felt greedy. His eyes darkened. He held Xie Ziyou with one hand and supported the back of the young man's neck with the other. He couldn't help but deepen the kiss.
The stimulation of sparks exploded between the two of them. The nerve endings that densely covered the lips, teeth, and palate were suddenly awakened. The numbness spread along the base of the tongue and stirred up a series of electric shocks at the end of the tailbone.
Both of them were hot-blooded young men. As they kissed, things gradually went out of control.
Guan Heng tried his best to control his rapid breathing. He whispered in Xie Ziyou's red ears, "You?"
Do it?
Xie Ziyou looked dazed. He nestled in his arms and whispered, "… Okay."
Since he had decided to be with the young man in front of him, Xie Ziyou was prepared to have more intimate contact. He could feel how much Guan Heng loved him. If he said "no" now, Guan Heng would definitely stop immediately.
But why?
Everything would happen naturally when the conditions were right.
After experiencing the baptism of information in his previous life, Xie Ziyou had always been a little curious about this kind of thing, even though he was shy. He dizzily clung to Guan Heng's shoulder. He felt the hot breath on his face. His mind was in turmoil. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. He subconsciously asked, "Do you know what to do?"
Guan Heng suddenly stopped kissing him.
Xie Ziyou turned his head slightly. He happened to meet the young man's excited and dazed eyes. He was happy and a little helpless.
… Holy shit.
Xie Ziyou instantly regained his clarity. He got up from the bed and said in disbelief, "You don't know?"
Guan Heng's breathing was rapid.
The young man helplessly opened his mouth and said hesitantly in a low voice, "… You'll teach me?"
Do you think I know?!
Xie Ziyou simply wanted to grab this bastard's collar and shake him to see what was in his head.
His face was red. He glared fiercely at Guan Heng and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth.
"I don't know either!"
Guan Heng was instantly swallowed by a tsunami of regret and guilt.
The young man's head was steaming hot. He wanted to slap himself a few times. It was such an important matter. How could he not know in advance and prepare?
Xie Ziyou saw Guan Heng's frustration.
His heart softened. He held the young man's broad shoulders and said in a low voice, "Forget it. That's it."
"You should have guessed what to do. Let's continue."
But Guan Heng hugged his slightly hot body and was silent for a long time. Then he slowly shook his head.
He lowered his head and lovingly left a kiss on Xie Ziyou's forehead. It was as light as a feather.
"Another day," Guan Heng said softly.
Huh?
Xie Ziyou curled up in Guan Heng's arms. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes were wide open in surprise.
How could he resist spitting out the meat that was already in his mouth?
Guan Heng's emotions were very complicated.
In his eyes, whether he knew how to do it was one thing, and whether he could do it well was another.
He didn't want to hurt You because of his recklessness.
This matter … was ultimately due to his negligence.
In his arms, Xie Ziyou, whose eyes were equally complicated, was lost in thought. His bright and watery eyes were locked on the young man's body, scanning him inch by inch.
Xie Ziyou blurted out, "Guan Heng, do you … have something that's hard to say?"
Guan Heng, "!!!"
Rivers flowed backward, and mountains collapsed.
A burning meteor shower with flames of tens of thousands of degrees exploded in the young man's mind, causing sand and stones to fly.
…
Guan Heng was so agitated that he didn't even wait until the next day. That night, he secretly climbed over the wall and left the hospital, heading straight for the city.
When the sky was slightly brighter, the young man slowly walked back, covered in morning dew. He carefully wrapped a few thin books in his lapel — the most popular erotic book in the city, the Dragon Yang Scroll.
… With his strong perception, he quickly read and mastered all the theoretical knowledge.
The next night, when Xie Ziyou rubbed the corners of her eyes and was about to climb into bed —
A slender and strong hand reached out from the side and gently pulled the young man into his arms.
Guan Heng's voice was slightly hoarse, and there was an indescribable sexiness to it. His handsome features were even more profound under the candlelight. Taking advantage of Xie Ziyou's slightly dazed expression, he hooked his fingertips and quickly undid Xie Ziyou's belt.
"You." The young man smiled tenderly and said softly, "Let's continue what we did last time."
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