Chapter 7
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He bent down and wrapped his arms around Yun Lan, calling him warmly, "Yun Lan."
The man's elegant and otherworldly face was reflected in the mirror.
The man tilted his head and looked at him with a smile. "We're going to hold the Dao Companion ceremony soon. Yun Lan, I want to hear you call me in advance, okay?"
He called in a low voice, "Weiyuan."
Chen Weiyuan said, "You know that's not what I want to hear."
Yun Lan's hot breath blew on Yun Lan's neck. His chest was pressed against Yun Lan's back, holding him firmly in his arms.
Yun Lan pursed his lips and turned his head slightly. The tips of his ears flushed, and his voice trembled slightly. "Husband …"
"Good boy." Chen Weiyuan chuckled and suddenly picked him up horizontally.
Yun Lan struggled but couldn't break free. He could only gently tug at Yun Lan's clothes. "Where are you taking me?"
"Today's spirit medicine is finally ready. I'm taking you to a medicinal bath." Chen Weiyuan lowered his head and explained, "Your Core Formation was destroyed by someone. After I saved you, your body hasn't been well. I thought about it and asked for a medicinal bath prescription from Spirit Mountain's medicine nunnery. Soaking in it every day can strengthen your muscles and bones and prolong your life."
Yun Lan nodded gently.
Soon, he was placed in a scalding medicinal bath.
The medicine was intense, piercing his skin with needle-like pain. Yun Lan's knuckles turned white. He endured and endured, but in the end, he couldn't help but call out in a low voice, "Weiyuan …"
Chen Weiyuan knelt on one knee beside the bath and leaned over to kiss Yun Lan's forehead.
Through the mask, Yun Lan couldn't feel the touch of Yun Lan's lips. He only felt Yun Lan's gentleness wrapped around him like a cocoon. Then, he heard Yun Lan's voice.
"Yun Lan, endure a little longer."
"Cultivators have long lives. I'm in love with you and have already decided to hold hands with you for the rest of my life. In the future, I'll also die with you."
"Your body isn't good and your lifespan is damaged. Unfortunately, I'm too greedy. I hope that in this life, we can hold hands for a little longer."
"So, for my willfulness, endure a little longer, okay?"
Chen Weiyuan's palm touched the back of Yun Lan's hand. Yun Lan was silent. His hand trembled as he clasped Yun Lan's fingers.
"… Okay."
The scene suddenly changed.
The world swayed.
He was curled up in the cramped darkness, his hands tied behind his back, unable to move.
After a long time, accompanied by the creaking sound of the chest being opened, a blinding light suddenly appeared before his eyes.
In his hazy vision, he saw someone standing above him and looking at him.
Someone said solemnly, "My Lord! This is a congratulatory gift from the Immortal Dao, so it definitely has evil intentions. Why don't we just kill it to prevent future troubles? "
"Step down." The man's low voice sounded faintly.
He was carried out of the box.
Other than the mask on his face, he was only wearing an extremely thin and translucent veil.
The areas burned by the Divine Fire had already been carefully bound with bandages. Only his legs were completely uncovered, and his ankles were clasped with a white jade ring that restrained spiritual energy.
Chen Weiyuan had once said that his legs were his favorite part of his body.
The only leg that wasn't scarred was his leg.
After his eyes adjusted to the strong light, his vision slowly cleared, and he finally saw the face of the man hugging him.
The man was tall, and his entire body was shrouded in a black robe. He wore a ferocious ghost mask on his face.
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