Chapter 32 Does Xunxun Want to Cultivate Together?

Upon hearing this, Little Green immediately raised its head and hissed at him in dissatisfaction.

Its body tensed slightly, assuming a defensive posture. Seeing this, Xie Xun gently traced the snake's spine with his finger and glanced at Fu Qinghuai.

"You were just watching the show when it was fighting to the death to protect its master, so you're not qualified to criticize it."

"Protect the master?"

Fu Qinghuai was so angry at Xie Xun's obvious favoritism that he gritted his teeth, and his body surged with yin energy. "With me here, when do we need it to step in? It's clearly just taking the opportunity to absorb your aura!"

The more he looked at the snake coiled around Xie Xun, the more irritating it became. He felt that the dead snake was doing it on purpose!

As soon as he said this, the black mist lifted Little Green up like an iron chain. The little snake writhed violently within the black mist's restraints, but could not break free.

"Fu Qinghuai!" Xie Xun's face darkened. "Let go!"

However, the jealous, thousand-year-old evil spirit paid no heed, and the black mist lifted the small snake to eye level with its own, its eyes narrowing slightly.

"Little thing, listen up, your master is mine."

Fu Qinghuai was surrounded by a thick aura of Yin energy, which frightened Xiao Lü so much that she froze instantly. Then she said, word by word, "If you dare to cling to me so tightly again without permission, I will stew you and make snake soup for Xunxun to nourish her body."

After saying that, he manipulated the black mist and casually tossed Little Green onto the cushion.

The little snake curled up into a ball, feeling wronged and afraid to climb onto Xie Xun again. The whole snake was trembling.

Xie Xun felt sorry for Xiao Lü and immediately reached out to pick her up, letting her climb back onto his shoulder without even glancing at Fu Qinghuai.

“It’s mine, and how I treat it is my right, not yours.”

The implication was that he had no right to touch Xiao Lü.

After a pause, Xie Xun looked up at Fu Qinghuai and said directly, "If you want to be a dog and compete for favor, you can. But my rule here is that only those who are obedient get to eat meat, and those who bark like mad dogs will only be tied up."

He realized that if he tried to confront Xie Xun head-on, Xie Xun would only become more forceful than him.

The fierceness on Fu Qinghuai's face slowly dissipated with those almost flirtatious words.

He understood.

Xie Xun wasn't rejecting him, but rather telling him that if he wanted to take things further with him, he had to follow Xie Xun's rules.

So the little fox was fishing!

It's alright, let the willing take the bait; at least for now, he's willing.

The question of whether or not to be a dog is just a meaningless joke.

It would be truly interesting to wait until he completely conquered Xie Xun's body and soul, manipulated him at will, and then ruthlessly crushed his calm and composed demeanor, making him fall for him.

Never mind, he has his own rhythm.

“Xunxun is right.”

Fu Qinghuai readily agreed, his voice low and hoarse, as if he had truly become a large dog that had been chained up.

As he spoke, he wrapped his arm around Xie Xun's waist while Xie Xun was off guard, leaning most of his weight on him and resting his chin on Xie Xun's shoulder.

She practically nestled into Xie Xun's arms before raising her eyes and gazing at him expectantly.

"Fu Qinghuai!" Xie Xun angrily hissed, instinctively trying to push away the arm that was tightly wrapped around his waist.

"Looking for something else, don't push it..."

Fu Qinghuai grabbed his hand and pressed it against his chest, burying his head in the crook of his neck, his voice aggrieved, "I really feel uncomfortable here, like something is gnawing at my internal organs. Feel it, is your breathing terribly disordered?"

He guided Xie Xun's palm to move slowly across his heart, his voice soft and pleading: "Perhaps last night, in order to protect Xun Xun, I forcibly reintegrated that ferocious remnant soul into my body. The fusion was too hasty, and it still damaged my foundation."

He muttered half-truthfully, describing the ease with which he devoured the remnant soul last night as a difficult recovery, and pointed out that this was the price he paid to protect Xie Xun.

Xie Xun wanted to laugh when he heard this.

Do you think I believe it or not?

He looked down at the thousand-year-old evil spirit in his arms, whose green tea scent was growing stronger.

If I hadn't seen him effortlessly deal with the monster from the Liu family, I might have actually believed his lies just by hearing his faint voice.

"oh?"

Xie Xun raised an eyebrow, not exposing him, but instead went along with his words and asked expressionlessly, "So badly injured? How pitiful. It seems we need to find a magic artifact that can imprison your soul as soon as possible, lest the injury flares up and your internal organs are crushed together."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the chest pressed tightly against his palm stiffen slightly.

The tears welling up in Fu Qinghuai's eyes froze for a moment, then he hugged her even tighter, more confidently than before.

"Xunxun is so cruel. I'm already like this, and she still wants to find something to lock me up."

He acted as if he had suffered a great injustice, his lips lightly brushing against the skin of the other person's neck, continuing his manipulative and coquettish manner, "You know, I was imprisoned in that broken jade by your ancestors for hundreds of years..."

When he spoke of the word "ancestors," he almost gritted his teeth, his pronunciation unconsciously becoming heavier, filled with deep-seated hatred.

He then forcibly suppressed it and reverted to that pitiful tone.

"It's cold and dark in there, there's nothing there..."

As he said this, he tightened his arms, buried his face deep in Xie Xun's neck, and greedily inhaled the faint, cool fragrance. His voice was muffled as he said, "Nothing is as warm as Xun Xun's body. Only Xun Xun's scent can heal my wounds."

This almost shameless accusation, along with the brazen demand, left Xie Xun unsure whether to be angry or amused.

He could clearly hear the hatred in Fu Qinghuai's voice, and he could also tell that Fu Qinghuai was being pretentious in his words, and that he was even using a fallacy to blame him.

Was this barbed remark intended to make him feel guilty, so that he could demand more unconditionally in the future?

I'm sorry, he doesn't.

He, Xie Xun, has always been the one taking advantage of others; he has never been forced to submit to such moral constraints.

"It's him who's arguing with you, not me," Xie Xun continued calmly. "Don't hold me responsible for this."

After saying that, he tilted his head slightly, revealing the wound on the side of his neck that had just been treated with medicine, and said with a hint of impatience, "If you want to suck, then suck, stop with all the nonsense."

Fu Qinghuai's eyes were dark and unfathomable.

He had long known that Xie Xun was no innocent girl. The Xie family was indeed just as the man surnamed Liu had said—cold-blooded, ruthless, despicable, and arrogant egoists at heart.

However, he likes it.

He enjoyed being used by the arrogant Xie Xun.

After all, tearing apart such lofty rationality and watching his calculating fox-like eyes lose their focus for him is the ultimate delicacy.

However, the next second, Xie Xun's body suddenly stiffened.

Fu Qinghuai did not bite the old wound directly, but used his ghostly power to heal the wound, leaving only pale pink skin.

Xie Xun frowned and glanced at him, wondering what this guy was up to now.

"you!"

Suddenly, Xie Xun gasped.

Fu Qinghuai's sharp fangs pierced the newly healed skin again, and as blood gushed out, he heard the other party swallow with satisfaction.

This madman! He healed the wound first and then bit it open again!

This proves that he could have helped him heal all his wounds, but instead he leaned to the side with great interest, watching him struggle to apply the medicine, tears streaming down his face from the pain.

Xie Xun's fingertips trembled, and a chill crept into his heart.

That bastard did it on purpose!

He deliberately stood by and watched him make a fool of himself.

He's enjoying the pain he's in; he's a complete pervert!

Thinking back to last night when he was trapped in an endless cycle of falling from the building, and went crazy trying to destroy himself to force Fu Qinghuai out, he knew that this evil spirit deliberately wanted to see him suffer.

They wanted to torment and punish him, but also wanted him to compromise and become dependent on them.

It's ridiculous. I wasn't the one who got you into this mess, so why should he have to pay for someone else's mistakes?

No, we need to find a way to suppress Fu Qinghuai sooner or later.

After a while.

"Xunxun's body seems to be heavily congested with spiritual energy, and his aura is weak. He must have suffered some loss last night."

He raised his head, his peach blossom eyes filled with a concerned smile, "The best way to completely restore your health and even improve your cultivation is for our spiritual energy to merge. Your own pure Yin constitution, combined with my Yin energy, will help you to transform your tendons and cleanse your marrow."

Fu Qinghuai paused briefly, observing Xie Xun's expression, his smile undiminished.

"Speak like a human being." Xie Xun glanced at him.

"Simply put, it is dual cultivation."

Fu Qinghuai spoke frankly, every word ostensibly for your own good: "This method would be greatly beneficial to both you and me. What do you think, Xunxun?"

He cast out the sugar-coated bait and patiently waited for the fish to take the bait.

Upon hearing this, Xie Xun's eyes flickered, and he chuckled softly, his laughter full of amusement.

He leaned closer to Fu Qinghuai, his warm breath carrying a cool fragrance, almost touching Fu Qinghuai's lips, making the latter's heart pound.

Seeing that the perverted devil's breathing quickened a bit after being teased, Xie Xun finally curled his lips into a smile, his beautiful fox-like eyes filled with laughter.

"Not very good."