Is pretending to be deaf and dumb in Chapter 29 the right thing to do?

In the following days, Wenrensheng would always get up before dawn and rush to Wenrenjing's room.

Rabbits don't like to leave their burrows in spring, and Wenren Jing wasn't really in the mood to practice his sword today either, so he kept pestering Wenren Jing, chattering away about this and that.

After talking for a while, the conversation veered back to his own love and romantic relationships.

The second dream wasn't pleasant; when I woke up in the morning, I heard voices and realized I had cried my pillow wet.

But the emotions from the night were digested by the time the day came, and apart from a little bit of inner turmoil, the feeling of hearing people's voices was pretty good.

He sat down at the table with the rabbit in his arms and said, "The clan leader is so old, has he never liked any other monsters?"

Wenren Jing was very short, so he stood on a stool behind Wenren Sheng to comb her hair.

“Of course!” he exclaimed in surprise. “When I was young, there were many more people in my tribe than there are now!”

Hearing a voice, he stroked the rabbit's fur and asked, "Would you tell her that you like her?"

The chieftain replied, "Of course I did! I even prepared a whole cartload of gifts for her and asked her to move her nest to be with me for the winter."

Hearing the voice, her eyes lit up, and she pressed on, "And then? She agreed?"

"No."

"oh."

That makes sense; the clan leader was even more boisterous when he was young, so he probably wouldn't have been popular with the female rabbits.

He wasn't worried about that, since the mountain god certainly didn't dislike his personality and often praised his good looks, so he must like his face very much.

Hearing another voice ask, "So, if you want to confess your feelings to someone, you need to prepare some gifts?"

Wenren Jing tied his hairband up: "That's right, you're so young, who are you going to confess to?"

"None of your business," Wenren scoffed. "I'll be at the Golden Core stage in a few months. What's wrong with having someone I like?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and touched his headband, which was in the correct position.

Hearing voices, it got up and carefully placed the rabbit on the haystack, then hurriedly ran towards the door.

"Alright, alright, the mountain god isn't going out today. I'm going to find him to practice my swordsmanship. Goodbye, clan leader!"

Before he could finish speaking, he slipped out of Wenren Jing's room like a shot, not even giving the old man a chance to reply.

He rushed to the training ground and, sure enough, saw He Mu waiting for him with his sword in his arms.

He Mu asked, "Did you finish feeding the rabbits so early today?"

He nodded upon hearing the voice and picked up his usual iron sword from the weapon rack.

"Take this."

He Mu hadn't expected him to be in such a high mood today. Before he could even open his mouth, the man had already raised his sword and slashed at him.

He dodged to the side, surprised, and asked, "So eager?"

Hearing a loud "hmm" from someone, he bent his arm and pulled back the sword in his hand, then changed direction and stabbed at He Mu.

After stabbing him several times, he forced He Mu back several steps, and he himself was panting heavily from exhaustion.

“Such a strong emotion,” Mu Shuang said, pinching the sword that had been listening to the voice between his fingers and flicking it to the side. “Did you have a fight with the clan leader?”

"There was no argument."

Hearing the voice, he looked very serious and answered with certainty, but the sword in his hand became more and more ferocious, and in the end it even became somewhat chaotic, as if it was just venting his anger.

We didn't argue, we were just a little angry.

Having encountered that strange fox spirit twice in a row, and dreaming every night of doing overly intimate things with Mu, her heat cycle, and those lies, unspoken feelings...

All the issues were mixed up, and in the end, all I could hear was anger. I was so angry that I just wanted to find someone to vent my anger on!

And the source of this anger—

Hearing the voices, she looked up and saw He Mu with a beaming face, and became even angrier.

"The mountain god has been absent these past few nights. What has he been doing?"

He Mu stepped on a sword on the ground, took it in his hand, and said, "As before, do good deeds, accumulate merit, and deal with the Heavenly Court."

Hearing the voice, he sneered twice.

He Mu: "..."

Hearing the voices, he didn't explain anything. Seeing that He Mu had taken a sword, he rushed over to fight him. The two weapons clashed, making a "whoosh" sound that made people's eardrums hurt.

He Mu usually only uses 20% of his strength to fight him, but today, no matter how he fights, he feels that Wen Rensheng is very strange. He is like a small firecracker that is about to explode at any time, and he feels that he can ignite the fuse with just a few words.

After considering it for a moment, Mu cautiously suggested, "How about we stop here this morning?"

Hearing someone's voice, he glanced at him but remained silent.

He Mu said again, "Practice before bed, it will be more effective. I'll keep you company tonight."

Hearing the voice, he unleashed a few more sword strikes. While exchanging blows with Mu, he muttered to himself:

"I don't want to sleep with the mountain god anymore."

He Mu: "...?"

He paused for three seconds, then immediately threw the sword behind him, took two steps forward, grabbed Wenrensheng, and hoisted him onto his shoulder.

Caught off guard by the sudden sound of voices, he immediately flailed his arms and legs, shouting:

"No! Don't grab me, I'll bite you!"

“I heard a voice,” He Mu slapped his bottom, “You’re implying something, aren’t you?”

Hearing the voice, it struggled like a fish, but ultimately it was no match for the innate divine strength of True Monarch Cangyu and was carried and thrown into a nearby room.

Upon entering the room, upon hearing voices, she feigned innocence and slumped onto the table, complaining, "I didn't do anything."

"Is that so?" He Mu lifted a chair, crossed his legs, and sat down. "Tell me, what's been going on lately?"

Hearing the voice, she glanced at him guiltily, then looked down and clutched the hem of her clothes: "No, it's always been like that."

He Mu lifted his face and looked at Wen Rensheng, saying calmly, "You were talking in your sleep last night, calling my name the whole time."

"What?!"

Upon hearing a voice, he blurted out,

"Impossible, I clearly—"

He stopped halfway through his sentence.

Very likely!

Let's not even talk about last night. Last time, I was petted so badly in my dream that I couldn't even remember what I shouted when I heard human voices.

But upon hearing the voice, he shook his head and stubbornly continued, "It's normal. I spend every day with you, so it's not surprising that I dream about you, is it?"

"I dreamt that I was practicing swordsmanship with you...?"

He Mu narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

He really wanted to say that the way it meowed at human voices was just like a cat in heat, and it kept rubbing against him with its tail raised, only calming down after he stroked it a couple of times.

But I figured that once he said that, Wenren would be so angry that he wouldn't talk to him for three months.

He Mu couldn't help but rub his temples.

He knew that young monsters all had mating seasons. He had vaguely guessed something when he heard human voices and hid under the covers last time. The evidence became even more conclusive after several nights in a row.

I never imagined that the object of my erotic dream, where I could hear human voices, would be myself.

Why would this happen? It's completely impossible.

He Mu reflected on his behavior and realized that it was very likely.

He's been quite clingy since he was little, and he wasn't used to it at first, but after being with him for a few years, he also started to love kissing, hugging, and listening to people's voices.

Although he considered keeping some distance to avoid suspicion after hearing the voices of others, he gave up after only a few days.

As soon as he sees a human voice, he instinctively wants to pinch his face, hug him and rub him, and at night while he's sleeping, he'll stroke his fluffy tail and ears a couple of times.

He Mu realized his mistake at this moment, and had no reason to refute Wen Rensheng anymore.

He had no choice but to ask, "You really don't want to live with me anymore?"

Hearing the voice, he finally got up from the ground, moved over to He Mu, and whispered, "Are you angry?"

“Yeah,” He Mu said, wiping his eyes as if to say, “Oh my god, I’m so sad.”

A voice was heard: "..."

So fake!

But he couldn't bear to make the mountain god too sad, so he went up and grabbed his arm, explaining, "That's not what I meant. I just think it's a bit cramped for two people to sleep in one bed. It's almost summer now, and I wake up sweating every day."

He listened to his long, rambling explanation, and it seemed he was determined to sleep in a separate bed.

He couldn't force Wen Rensheng to sleep with him, so he simply held Wen Rensheng's hand and said, "Then I'll move back to my own room. If you regret it, you can come find me anytime, okay?"

Hearing the voice, she nodded obediently: "I know."

He hadn't planned to be separated from He Mu for too long, but he would at least have to wait until his heat cycle was over.

Seeing that He Mu looked unhappy, Wen Rensheng took the initiative to go forward and hug He Mu, and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Don't be too sad," Wenren said considerately. "I might change my mind right away."

"Hmm... By the way, is there anything the mountain god particularly wants?"

"What do you want?"

Hearing someone gesture, he said, "It's that kind of thing that you really want, but you don't have yet."

After thinking for a while, Mu shook his head and said, "No."

"If I had to say, I want a lot of merit so I won't have to listen to the Heavenly Court bossing me around."

But hearing the voices expressing dissatisfaction with the answer, he immediately frowned and let out a soft snort.

What's the difference between this and saying you "want a lot of money"? The mountain god is so vulgar.

Fortunately, Wenrensheng had already come up with a candidate for a confession gift.

He glanced at He Mu's hand and couldn't help but press it against his own hand to compare their sizes.

"What's wrong?"

Mu Qu scratched his palm.

This action made Wenrensheng blush, and he hurriedly pulled his hand back and hid it behind his back.

"It's okay."

He Mu raised an eyebrow: "Nothing?"

Hearing the voice, he scratched his face guiltily and said, "Well, I'll go find my master now."

After saying that, he turned around and pushed the door open, shifting his body outwards and squeezing through the crack in the door.

He had just taken a step when he turned back to steal a glance at He Mu, mysteriously leaving behind the words "Goodbye, Mountain God," before disappearing like a light butterfly into the flowerbed.

“Your thoughts are written all over your face,” He Mu said with a smile, looking at him with a sigh. “A child will always be a child.”

He sat still, quietly watching the crack in the door.

Once the footsteps of the voices faded away, He Mu slowly straightened the corners of his mouth.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his palms.

I feel really strange.

It seems that hearing someone's voice suddenly removed him from his position as a "child" and transformed him into a young man experiencing the first stirrings of love and desire.

But besides that, he had another indescribable feeling, like a feather constantly tickling his heart.

This emotion was vague, as if he were trapped in a cage, always out of his reach.

He Mu felt a headache coming on. He rubbed his temples and muttered, "When I'm a little older... I should understand, right?"

Although he heard someone's voice in his dream, he did not believe it was out of any "affection".

At most, it's because they subconsciously chose the person closest to them when they heard someone's voice, so they entrusted their unspeakable desires to him.

This kind of love is too innocent and too raw; it will disappear before long.

Moreover, even if he did share the same feelings for Wenrensheng, he wouldn't be able to realize it himself, let alone respond to Wenrensheng in person.

He ascended to the Path of Ruthlessness; this was the path he chose himself, and the path guided by that path would never be wrong.

Therefore, pretending to be deaf and dumb is the best option.

“……………”

But just thinking about this made Mu feel a dull, stabbing pain in his heart.

A moment later, even the spiritual energy flowing through his meridians began to surge and become restless. A strong sense of unease overwhelmed him, causing his blood and qi to churn and his mind to fall into chaos, as if his entire being was resisting the answer.

He Mu's breathing was a little heavy. He frowned and looked blankly at the crack in the door where the voices had left.

...Wouldn't there be something wrong with that?

Why has he been unable to sleep day and night these past few days, tossing and turning, and why has his state of mind repeatedly reached the point of demonic possession?

He even fantasized unrealistically about how Wenrensheng's gaze would be different if he returned to Heaven now, stripped of his divine status, and erased his name from the Heartless Stele.

Will his eyes, like that child's, also be filled with emotions outside his family, perhaps even more turbulent and hopeless?

He Mu had never wanted the answer to a question like this before.

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Author's Note: The oppressive feeling is finally almost over.