The fragrance of the fog swallow was too pure. This "detoxification" lasted for a long time.
When the intense entanglement of love and desire finally stopped, Gu Mang was already absent-minded. The two of them lay on top of each other, panting heavily between the rice paddies.
At this time, the two of them clearly realized that even though they had deliberately distanced themselves from each other, they were still teased by fate. No one in the room spoke. Only Mo Xi paused for a moment. Hesitantly, he covered Gu Mang's hand that was hanging between the rice paddies. Using the lingering charm, he trembled and clasped it.
Gu Mang's breathing gradually calmed down. He weakly lowered his eyelashes and said in a low voice, "Don't go out …"
"…"
His voice was soft, almost a little sad. He closed his eyes and said, "My physique …" His Adam's apple moved, "is already different from before."
"In a while, the demon blood will be absorbed … When it's all absorbed … it will be …" He paused and said hoarsely, "It will be fine …"
This was the first time Mo Xi heard him talk about his tempered physique. He couldn't help but feel sour in his heart. He held Gu Mang's sweaty fingers. His breath was right next to Gu Mang's ear. As long as he bent down, he could kiss Gu Mang's cheek. The lingering charm of love faded. Everything was so similar to eight years ago when there was still no blood feud between them. The only thing missing was a kiss.
But this kiss, in the end, could not fall.
Both of them knew very well that this lingering affection could only soothe the lust of the body.
And the emptiness and unwillingness in each other's hearts would forever seep into their bones and marrow.
There was no cure for it in life.
After a while, the crimson light began to appear on the horizon. It was dawn. They were ready to leave the straw hut.
Gu Mang did not speak much. When he got up to put on his clothes, his fingers were still trembling. Mo Xi glanced at him. With the thin light of dawn, he saw Gu Mang's soft black hair exposed the rim of his ear, which still had some lingering color. Gu Mang lowered his head and tidied up his robe. His ink-like eyelashes drooped down, but it could not hide the redness at the ends of his slender eyes.
Both of them took care of their clothes very carefully. Perhaps it was because they were embarrassed, or perhaps it was because they were worried that others would see something. Fortunately, they did not kiss just now, and there were no hickeys to be covered.
After a moment of silence, Mo Xie said, "Your body..."
"Because of the wolf demon blood," Gu Mang said softly..... and........
He paused for a moment and stood up.
In the past, after making love with him, Gu Mang would always feel a little weak. Sometimes, he would accidentally stumble. Mo Xi subconsciously wanted to help him, but Gu Mang shook off his hand.
Gu Mang sniffed his nose, which was still a little red. His voice was hoarse. "I'm fine."
His physique was indeed different from before. He could recover quickly. He bit his hair tie, pulled his long hair up high, and then tied it up. His wet lips loosened and he sighed. "I'm sorry. My reaction just now made Lord Xi He laugh."
Mo Xi felt suffocated, but he still closed his eyes. He said in a low voice, "… I said it was just to cure the poison. Don't think too much."
"Okay." Gu Mang paused. "I just feel that with our current relationship, you sacrificed so much to relieve me. I feel a little sorry. And I … it was quite embarrassing. "
He lowered his deep blue eyes and buttoned the hidden weapon on his sleeve.
"Lord Xi He, if you can forget, then do your best to forget."
As he spoke, he lifted the bamboo curtain. The pale light of dawn shone through the black smoke above Bat Island, and the forest was cold and desolate. Gu Mang looked outside and said, "It's still early. The bat demons are still in the straw hut. We can go now. "With that, he went straight to the cave where Murong Chuyi and the others were hiding.
Mo Xi looked back at the straw hut where they had made love. Everything that happened here more than two hours ago was like a mirage, floating like a dream.
The reason why they could make love to each other no longer existed. It was daybreak. He was still Lord Xi He of Chong Hua, and Gu Mang was still Xi He's servant, a traitor to the state. He knew that neither of them would mention what happened last night. Neither of them could take it seriously.
"…"
Mo Xi looked at the hut one last time, put down the bamboo curtain, and caught up with Gu Mang's figure. Both of them still had the breath of the entanglement with each other, but like strangers, they walked all the way back without saying a word.
At dawn, the bat demons were at their weakest, and their spiritual power was at its weakest. They didn't encounter any danger along the way. The life crystal that Mo Xi wore also showed that Yue Chenqing's health had improved significantly. Sure enough, when they returned to the cave, they saw Yue Chenqing sitting up, awake.
But they didn't know what happened when they weren't there, but the atmosphere in the cave was not harmonious. Jiang Yexue sat next to him with an embarrassed expression. Rongrong stood aside, not knowing what to do. Yue Chenqing was crying. He lowered his head, and tears fell down. His eyes, which were usually bright, were already swollen from crying. He couldn't help wiping his tears with the back of his hand.
Gu Mang was surprised, "… What happened?"
Rongrong opened her eyes wide, "Ah! It's Brother Gu Mang! "
She wanted to go up and explain something to him, but after all, she was a featherman half-immortal. She had some intuition and ability that mortals didn't have. She just took two steps forward, then hesitated and stopped.
"Eh …?"
She looked at Gu Mang with her big eyes, and then looked at Mo Xi. Her tender little nose suddenly wrinkled, and a hesitant expression appeared on her face.
Gu Mang, "What's wrong?"
Rongrong pursed her big hairy ears, and said uncertainly, "No, nothing."
On the other side, Yue Chenqing was already out of breath from crying, "Fourth Uncle … I … I'm really not messing around …"
He sobbed as he explained bitterly to Murong Chuyi, who was standing next to him with a cold face, "I just want to find you an herb before my birthday. Every year, you say that you don't feel well and don't want to accompany me … I … I …"
"You what? I think you've lost your mind! " Murong Chuyi flicked his sleeves, and reprimanded with gritted teeth, "Don't you know what you're worth?! How dare you come to Dream Butterfly Demon Island alone! "
Jiang Yexue sat next to him. He was weak because he had just given Yue Chenqing his blood, but he still coughed and said, "Okay, Chenqing has good intentions. Little Uncle, he just woke up, don't scold him anymore …"
Murong Chuyi suddenly shook off Jiang Yexue's hand that was holding his sleeve, and said fiercely, "I'm scolding my nephew. Who are you to be a good person?!"
After saying that, he turned around and angrily said to Yue Chenqing, "If it weren't for your luck, not to mention delivering medicine to me on the day of your birthday, your uncle would have been at your grave next year to deliver flowers to you at this time! Do you want peonies or Chinese roses?! Yue Chenqing, can't you save me some trouble?! Don't you know that your mother risked her life in exchange for your life?! How can you ruin it like this?! "
When Yue Chenqing heard the last two sentences, he raised his head and suddenly stopped crying. He looked at Murong Chuyi with his eyes wide open, and there was a kind of piercing sadness in his eyes.
Everyone present, whether it was Mo Xi, Gu Mang, or even Murong Chuyi, had never seen Yue Chenqing so sad before.
Jiang Yexue saw Yue Chenqing's expression and knew that Murong Chuyi's last sentence was too harsh. He tugged at Murong Chuyi's sleeve again, but Murong Chuyi's sword-like eyebrows were raised, and he pushed Jiang Yexue away and shouted angrily.
"How many times have I told you not to touch me again!"
He didn't control his strength, and Jiang Yexue had lost too much blood. Previously, when he was beside Yue Chenqing, he didn't sit in a wheelchair. This time, he was pushed to the ground.
Everyone, both inside and outside the cave, was silent.
Yue Chenqing stared blankly at Jiang Yexue, who had fallen to the ground, and the blood on his wrist still hadn't disappeared. Jiang Yexue didn't seem to want to fight with Murong Chuyi. He had always been modest and courteous, taking care of and enduring the emotions of others. He tried to use his arm to prop himself up, allowing himself to sit up straight. Lowering his eyelashes, he said in a soft voice, "If you have anger in your heart, don't vent it on Chen Qing. If you're unhappy, just vent it on me. You're an elder, and we're all your juniors. It's okay for me to be pushed and scolded by you a few times … "
Murong Chuyi didn't know why, but when he heard what Yue Chenqing said, he became even angrier. This time, he was so angry that his hands were trembling. He pointed at Yue Chenqing, and his face was frighteningly pale. "You —!"
Jiang Yexue lowered his eyes and said, "As long as Uncle is happy, it's okay."
Murong Chuyi was about to explode with anger. "You … you're simply …"
Just as he was about to raise his hand to teach him a lesson, he suddenly heard a somewhat uncontrollable voice shout, "Why are you always so fierce?!"
Dead silence.
It seemed that no one knew who shouted at Murong Chuyi. Even Murong Chuyi himself was startled. His pair of phoenix eyes looked away, and then he realized something and slowly turned his head.
Yue Chenqing's tears streamed down his face. He stared at his uncle with sadness and grief. His voice softened, but it was filled with extreme sadness and disappointment. "Do you only have eyes for my mother?! It doesn't matter if it's me or him. No matter how much we pour our hearts out to you, you'll only be angry at us and blame us?! "
The blood on Murong Chuyi's face faded. It was as white as a sheet of paper.
His body was already injured. Previously, in order to save Yue Chenqing's life, he had used a forbidden technique, which damaged his heart meridian. Now that he was being criticized by Yue Chenqing, he was angry and hurt. He couldn't help but choke and cough a few times. He suppressed the blood in his throat and glared fiercely at Yue Chenqing.
However, Yue Chenqing didn't know about his fourth uncle's injuries. His small face was all scrunched up. It was obvious that speaking to his uncle in such a manner was even more painful than having his heart and lungs pierced. However, what made him even more uncomfortable was his uncle's harsh words to them. Yue Chenqing's voice was a little distorted from crying. For the first time, he stood in front of Jiang Yexue and blocked him.
"This matter … it's my fault … he … in order to save me, he suffered such serious injuries and lost so much blood … why did you push him and scold him …"
Jiang Yexue shook his head and said, "Chenqing …"
Murong Chuyi's lips turned blue. His eyes flickered and he stammered for a long time, as if he was struggling with something. In the end, his fingers clenched into fists and he squeezed out a few words. "Yue Chenqing. What do you know?! "
"…"
His cold and sharp gaze suddenly fell on Jiang Yexue's thin face. At that moment, Murong Chuyi's eyes turned red with hatred.
He gritted his teeth and said, "He's just a … bastard!"
This time, it wasn't just Yue Chenqing. Even Mo Xi and Gu Mang's expressions changed slightly.
Ever since they met Murong Chuyi, although they felt that he was cold and aloof, he wasn't someone who didn't know right from wrong. They didn't understand why he was said to be one of the Chong Hua's greedy, angry, and stupid people.
However, the words' bastard 'pierced Jiang Yexue's heart like a knife. Everyone felt that Murong Chuyi's hatred was too intense and too aggressive.
Jiang Yexue's eyelashes trembled and he closed his eyes. He lowered his head and didn't say anything else.
After a moment of silence, Yue Chenqing raised her head and looked at Murong Chuyi with tears in her eyes. "Fourth Uncle …" Her voice was trembling when she called him 'Fourth Uncle'. Her voice was so tense that it felt like an arrow had been shot out of a broken string. Her voice was filled with tears.
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