Chapter 51 Jinjiang Exclusive Authorization First Release 31 Consciousness gradually faded,...

"Your Majesty, this is for you." Yan Yi handed a rosewood box in his hand to Wen Huoran, but his eyes always stayed on the sachet on his waist.

Wen Huoran: "Did you make this yourself?"

"No." Yan Yi shook his head. "I went to the market with Yingyue earlier and I was struck by the unique design. I fell in love with it right away. Including the incense box, there are more than ten in the set."

Wen Huoran took the wooden box from her hand, put all the sachets Yan Yi gave him into the box, and then closed the lid.

"Your Majesty," she pointed to the lock, "is it unlocked?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Huoran raised his right hand in front of his eyes, put his index finger and middle finger together, and a wisp of demonic energy flew out from his fingertips, just wrapping the lock tightly.

The last hope was shattered, and Yan Yi felt very disappointed and almost despaired.

"Your Majesty, is this technique difficult to learn?" She was determined not to give up until she reached the Yellow River.

Wen Huoran raised his eyebrows slightly, "You want to learn?"

Yan Yi was eager to try, his eyes immediately lit up, "Your Majesty, may I?"

"Of course." Wen Huoran affirmed.

There is always a way out.

Once you learn it, you can secretly unlock it!

A spark of hope rekindled in Yan Yi's heart. "Your Majesty, can you teach me?"

"Okay." Wen Huoran didn't doubt it, so he put the wooden box in his arms into the cabinet beside the bed, and as usual, he carefully wrapped the lock with a wisp of magic energy.

Yan Yi curled his lips and couldn't help muttering: "The big villain is quite cautious."

"Come here." Wen Huoran sat down at the desk and motioned Yan Yi to sit in the chair across from him. "Mortals don't have demonic energy in their bodies. We can use talismans and incantations to activate the magic."

Yan Yi listened carefully, then took out a pen and paper from the desk and prepared to take notes.

Wen Huoran reached out and held her hand that was holding the pen. "Remember it in your head, no need to write it down on paper."

The villain is pretty harsh.

Yan Yi couldn't help but ask distractedly: "Your Majesty, do you usually use talismans? I have never seen you use it."

"I rarely use talismans." Wen Huoran stared at her, a smile on his lips, "Do you suspect I'm unprofessional?"

"No." Yan Yi shook his head repeatedly, "I'm just curious. The demons have demonic energy, so under what circumstances would they use talismans?"

"Talismans are essential techniques for practitioners. They don't require any talent from beginners, so they are most suitable for you to learn."

Yan Yi silently put the paper and pen back on the desk. He felt as if he was being looked down upon, and said dissatisfiedly, "Your Majesty, do you despise me?"

After saying that, she suddenly remembered something and without waiting for the other party to respond, she brought up the old matter on the spot -

"Your Majesty, do you still remember? When I first arrived at your house, Your Majesty had an unbearable headache. I kindly took your pulse, but you never gave me a good face. Your words and deeds were full of disdain for a mere mortal female doctor."

Wen Huoran was speechless for a moment. He never expected that his unintentional words in the past would make Yan Yi feel so upset until now.

He carefully considered his words, and after a long while, he finally uttered a few words, "Before you, I had never come into contact with ordinary mortals. I have heard that mortal bodies are fragile and easily broken. In front of the powerful demons, they are powerless and vulnerable. How can they cope with the love poison that has penetrated deep into their bones?"

Yan Yi disagreed, and cast a meaningful look at him, "Now, Your Majesty, do you still think that mortal bodies are vulnerable as always?"

Hearing the hidden meaning in her words, Wen Huoran's ears warmed up, and he automatically chose to ignore it, saying to himself: "I will teach you the defensive spell only once, so you must listen carefully."

Yan Yi was displeased when he heard this. "Your Majesty, I am just an ordinary person without any talent. I won't be able to learn it even if you teach me only once."

Wen Huoran was speechless for a moment, feeling somewhat regretful for his past outspokenness in front of her, his words and deeds showing his contempt for ordinary people.

It was not until late at night when everyone was asleep that Yan Yi reluctantly learned how to secure the lock on the incense box.

However, Wen Huoran only needed to think about unlocking the door, and all her efforts were in vain.

"Your Majesty, is it because you taught me how to draw talismans and chant spells that you can easily undo the magic I cast?"

"No." Wen Huiran told her the truth without mercy, "The brush was not steady when drawing the talisman, and the lip shape was not right when chanting the spell. The spell was easily deciphered after it was completed."

After hearing this, Yan Yi was not discouraged. "Your Majesty, according to your opinion, more practice is enough, right?"

"Right." He stood up suddenly and headed towards the bathhouse. "It's getting late. We should get up early tomorrow to practice."

Yan Yi was distracted and heard some kind of hint from the villain's words, so he slammed the talisman paper with a messy drawing in his hand on the desk and immediately stood up with him.

"Your Majesty," Yan Yi reached out and hooked his hand around the leather belt around Wen Huoran's waist, his fingertips sliding into the slightly opened collar of his clothes, "Shall we bathe together?"

After all, they were young and energetic. They tossed and turned all the way from the bathhouse to the bed, and then returned to the bathhouse to take a bath. Wen Huoran lay on the edge of the bathtub, his legs so weak that he could hardly get out of the water.

It was not until the second half of the night that the splashing water from the hot spring pool gathered into a small stream, and the clothes of the two people had long disappeared... Yan Yicai stopped with a sense of unsatisfaction.

After tidying the bed, Yan Yi stared at Wen Huoran's lips, which were swollen and broken from being bitten by her, and then he crawled into bed with satisfaction.

Logically, she should have a restful sleep, having satisfied her body and mind. Indeed, she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes. Unfortunately, it wasn't a sweet dream, but a dream that had subconsciously filled her with worry.

The surroundings were unusually quiet, with only the regular sounds of medical equipment ringing in my ears.

Yan Yi tried to move his body, but he seemed to be under a spell and lay motionless on the couch. He couldn't even open his eyes.

The "ticking" sound of the medical equipment became clearer and clearer, almost harsh.

"Xiaoyi, wake up!"

Who is calling her? It's such a familiar voice, so familiar that hearing it once makes one want to cry.

She did cry, and the tears dripped from the corners of her eyes onto the jade pillow.

"Xiaoyi, I'm your mother."

Mom, she hasn't seen her mother for a long time, and even hearing her voice has become a luxury.

"Mom..." She wanted to call out, but her throat was very dry. If she opened her mouth slightly, it would pull her dry throat, causing a tearing pain.

"You child!" I heard my mother's scolding voice. "How did your father and I raise you since you were a child? Now you have done something so unacceptable to heaven and the world. From now on, don't call me Mom. We don't have a daughter like you."

"Mom, don't go!" Yan Yi tried to reach out and grab the figure who turned away, but his hands rested weakly on the bed, as if imprisoned by an invisible force.

"Mom, don't abandon me, I was wrong! I will change! I will be obedient!"

The ticking sound by my ears grew farther and farther away, gradually disappearing into the dusk. All around me was quiet, and apart from the rustling of the wind, nothing else could be heard.

Yan Yi suddenly sat up from the bed, and Wen Huoran was no longer beside him.

"Your Majesty?" Feeling inexplicably nervous, Yan Yi hastily put on an outer shirt and searched around the bedroom barefoot, but there was no sign of Wen Huoran.

An ominous premonition grew and spread from the bottom of his heart, and Yan Yi hurried to the door of the bedroom.

A dull "creak" sound was heard, and the bedroom door opened. Wen Huoran was standing with his back to the bedroom door, holding a small bundle in his arms.

"Your Majesty, where have you been? I've been looking for you for a long time." She hurriedly ran forward and reached out to hold his hand, but Wen Huoran dodged her.

"From now on, don't come to see me." Wen Huoran's voice seemed to melt the ice and snow in the extremely cold land.

Yan Yi stood there stiffly, his whole body cold.

Moving her eyes downward, she could see clearly that Wen Huoran was holding a baby in his arms.

Their children.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?"

Wen Huoran stared at her, his eyes, once filled with love, now only filled with indifference. "Yan Yi, what is your purpose in approaching me and staying by my side?"

Purpose?

Yan Yi was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something. He became more and more flustered and wanted to explain, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Seeing that she remained silent, Wen Huoran snorted coldly and turned to leave the bedroom. "I will return all the sachets you gave me. From now on, you will take care of yourself."

"Your Majesty, wherever you are going, I will go with you." Yan Yi was flustered. When she was chasing out, her toes accidentally kicked the palace door, which hurt so much that she staggered a few steps and fell directly outside the bedroom.

Wen Huoran's figure walked further and further away, gradually becoming a tiny dot. Yan Yi hurriedly got up from the ground and ran forward with all his strength.

The whistling wind passed by her ears, and his voice was icy and deeply imprinted in her heart.

"I'm taking the child away. From now on, we don't need to see each other again. Just pretend we never knew each other."

"Your Majesty!" Yan Yi cried out at the top of her lungs, but the only response she got was the lonely cool breeze in the middle of the night.

"Xiao Yi——"

The familiar female voice sounded in his ears again. Yan Yi stopped chasing and looked around. "Mom!"

Hot tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Yan Yi's face was covered with tear marks. He quickly ran towards the familiar figure, "Mom, Dad, I miss you so much!"

"Xiao Yi, we raised you for 20 years, how could you do such a thing?"

"We don't have a daughter like you, so take care of yourself!"

"No--"

The figure swaying in front of him disappeared, and Yan Yi suddenly sat up from the couch, crying heart-wrenchingly.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Wen Huoran woke up from his sleep and quickly hugged Yan Yi tightly in his arms.

Hearing the familiar voice, Yan Yi did not feel relieved. Instead, he became even more panicked, worried that the person in front of him was just a phantom appearing in his dream.

"Your Majesty..." She tentatively hugged Wen Huoran back, until the familiar body temperature of the other party passed through her palms to her heart, she dared to open her eyes and look at him with confidence.

"Wow, wow, wow—I'm so scared!" Yan Yi buried his face in Wen Huoran's warm neck and cried without any restraint.

Wen Huiran gently stroked her back and whispered soothingly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here! I won't abandon you."

It was unknown how long it took, so long that Wen Huoran could clearly feel the wet clothes on the side of his neck sticking to his neck, and so long that Yan Yi's sobs became slow and long, before he gently supported Yan Yi's shoulders and helped him sit up.

"Are you scared?" he asked softly, afraid that his voice would be too loud and scare her.

"Don't separate from me!" Yan Yi said without thinking.

The other party was not yet fully conscious, and Wen Huoran could not bear to ask too many questions, so he bent his knuckles and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I will always be by your side."

"Don't take the child away from me!" Yan Yi hugged his neck tightly, as if afraid that Wen Huoran would run away.

"She is our child. I will not take her away from you without your permission." Wen Huoran patted her back gently.

Yan Yi gradually woke up and realized that the scene just now was a dream.

The villain did not give birth to any offspring, and their children are still alive in each other's bodies in the form of essence.

Her mother and father were far away in the real world and knew nothing about her current situation.

Yan Yi moved uncomfortably and struggled out of Wen Huoran's arms.

"Your Majesty, I had a nightmare."

Wen Huiran held her hand tightly and asked with concern, "What did you dream about?"

Yan Yi looked up at him, lost in thought. After a long pause, he half-said, "I dreamed that Your Majesty was angry with me, took the child and left, saying he would never see me again."

It felt as if the tip of his heart was pricked by a thorn. Wen Xuran's breathing stopped, and he hugged the person tightly in his arms.

"How could I say such a thing?" His chin rested on Yan Yi's head, and his messy black hair emitted a faint fragrance, which made people feel inexplicably peaceful.

"Dreams are the opposite of reality." Wen Huoran held her shoulders, leaned over slightly, and looked at Yan Yi at eye level.

"I am sitting here perfectly still, beside you. The child is still in your womb, which is completely different from your dream."

The scene in the dream was too real. Yan Yi was still in shock and choked up as he said, "In the dream, His Majesty looked at me with such coldness that I was frightened. He didn't listen to my explanation at all and just left with the child in his arms."

"Don't be afraid." Seeing her pitiful and frightened look, Wen Huoran suddenly understood that mortals are fragile, referring to their psychology.

"What did you dream about? Can you tell me?"

Yan Yi subconsciously clenched his fingers, lowered his head, and murmured, "I don't remember the details. I only remember that His Majesty didn't give me a chance to explain. He just wanted to separate from me and repeatedly told me not to look for you again and that we would never see each other again from now on."

"No." Wen Huiran said firmly, "How could I not listen to your explanation? Whether you have your own reasons or are forced into it, I am always willing to believe you."

His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and Yan Yi couldn't help crying out loud.

The fear in the dream came like a surging tide, the harsh and cold mechanical sound, the questioning and disappointment of the parents, Wen Huoran's indifferent tone, the sad expression, and the back of him turning away resolutely.

Every slash felt like a sharp blade cutting into her body, causing her pain inch by inch.

After entering the world of the book, it was the first time she dreamed of her parents in the real world. Even though she cried bitterly because she missed her parents when she first came, she had never dreamed of them at night.

This time, however, he was terrified because the target of his pursuit unexpectedly became pregnant. He subconsciously worried that he would be blamed by his parents, and this was reflected in his dreams.

"Your Majesty, I miss my parents!" Yan Yi was in a low mood and couldn't help but reveal his true feelings.

Wen Huoran saw it all, and his heartache for her was about to overflow. "I'll go home with you, okay?" He held the person tighter in his arms and gently kissed the corners of her eyes that were wet with tears.

"No need!" Yan Yi's body stiffened slightly, and he shook his head repeatedly, "Your Majesty, my parents are still traveling abroad, and I don't know when they will return home. Besides-"

The rest of the words were a bit hard to swallow. Yan Yi was silent for a while, then he carefully considered his words and said, "I don't know how to explain to my parents that my master and I have a child."

This is the crux of Yan Yi’s nightmare.

If I return to the real world after completing my mission, what will happen to the villain? What will happen to my children? Will I forget them and my experiences in the world of the book?

The disappointed look in her mother and father's eyes and the reproachful tone in their voices are still vivid in her mind.

Growing up, she was most afraid of disappointing her mother.

Yan Yi's resistance was so obvious that Wen Huoran also hesitated.

He didn't want to embarrass Yan Yi, so he whispered to comfort him, "Don't worry, wait until you are mentally prepared before taking me back, okay?"

His nose felt sore and his eyes suddenly turned red. Yan Yi tried hard to open his eyes wide, trying to stop the tears from flowing out.

"Your Majesty, will you trust me unconditionally?"

Wen Huoran was stunned for a moment, thinking she was still immersed in a dream and unable to extricate herself. He said, "If I don't trust you, who else can I trust?"

Yan Yi's eyes became hot, and he could no longer hold back his tears. "Your Majesty, how can you be so kind?"

The feeling of guilt gradually grew in my heart, and it was like a prairie fire.

She was enveloped in endless panic, as if a huge rock was blocking her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. She felt as if she was trapped in a giant spider web woven by morality. She wanted to break free, but could not find a way out.

Wen Huoran lowered his eyes and looked at her, his moist eyes slightly red, and a crystal teardrop slid down the corner of his eye and dripped onto the back of Yan Yi's hand.

Her heart skipped a beat and she stared blankly at the back of her wet hand, unable to speak for a long time.

The villain cried.

The guilt in my heart is even worse.

While he was thinking, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded outside the hall, and Ling You's anxious voice penetrated the hall door and came into the room -

"Your Majesty, I have tracked down that evil cultivator, but the situation is a bit tricky and requires your decision."

Yan Yi quickly got up from Wen Huoran's arms, wiped the tears from his face uncomfortably with his sleeve, and said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, go and do your work! I'm fine."

Seeing her hanging her head and looking so pitiful, it doesn't look like she is okay.

Wen Huoran stood up, kissed her between the eyebrows, and said comfortingly: "I will be back soon. Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side, and the child will not leave you either. We will accompany the child to grow up together."

It was not until Wen Huoran's figure disappeared from his sight that Yan Yi seemed to finally wake up.

Recalling everything that happened in the dream, Yan Yi was still frightened. She felt that she could not let the dream become reality, and she had to do something.

With his thoughts in a mess, Yan Yi paced back and forth in the bedroom anxiously.

After thinking it over, she forced herself to calm down, took paper and pen from the desk, wrote down the defensive spells that Wen Huoran taught her, and began to practice drawing talismans.

The pen must be placed steadily, and the lip shape must be standard when chanting the spell. Yan Yi scribbled on the talisman paper while muttering to himself.

In this situation, it feels like reciting English words.

Feeling that she had practiced enough, she put down her pen and paper, stood up and walked towards the bedroom, intending to practice with Wen Huoran's rosewood box.

Since her goal was to destroy the sachets that could determine her life and death, why not use the rosewood box that locked the sachets as practice from the beginning?

Yan Yi tiptoed into the bedroom and worked hard on the lock of the bedside table. He chanted the spell until his mouth was dry and wasted more than ten talismans, but nothing happened.

The demonic energy guarding the lock would only show its presence when the magic was in effect, and the cabinet locking the rosewood box remained motionless.

Facts have proven that mere mortals are powerless and vulnerable against the demons.

Yan Yi was so busy that she was sweating all over. The smell of the burning talismans lingered in the bedroom, making her dizzy.

In the current situation, she no longer had time to think about how to explain to the villain when he came back and smelled the scent of the talisman. She was concentrating on removing the defenses set up by the other party.

It was not until noon that the warm sunlight poured into the house through the half-open window. Yan Yi raised his sleeve to wipe the thin layer of sweat from his forehead and sat down on the ground dejectedly.

She once boasted of her quick learning ability and even stronger practical skills, but as an ordinary mortal, she was far too weak to face the naturally powerful demons.

The God in the world of the book really did not favor her as an alien invader.

The sweat on his forehead dried up, and Yan Yi gathered himself together, reciting the spell over and over again tirelessly. There were only a few talismans left in his hand, and the lock on the cabinet door was tightly closed, with no signs of loosening.

The tabby cat came into the house from somewhere and kept meowing at Yan Yi. The meowing became louder and louder, as if to remind her that danger was approaching.

Yan Yi was completely focused on breaking the defense and didn't notice Xiaoli's panicked look at all, and simply ignored its hint.

The door to the bedroom slowly opened, and the sound of deliberately heavy footsteps came from afar.

Yan Yi paused and looked in the direction of the voice. Wen Huoran, enveloped in the light and shadow of the late summer afternoon, was walking slowly towards her.

The big villain is back.

The little fox was frightened and suddenly let out a sharp cat cry. It fled in panic, jumped onto the windowsill nimbly, and disappeared in a flash.

The demons are born with demonic energy, and the noise they make when they walk is extremely small, so subtle that it can be ignored. Wen Huoran is even in a silent state.

Yan Yi was once scared to death by his sudden approach and complained to him once.

From then on, Wen Huoran would always deliberately lighten his steps to let her feel his approach so that she wouldn't be scared.

Yan Yi seemed to have lost all his strength. His back rested against the cabinet door as he slid down slowly, finally sitting weakly on the ground.

The loose hair on his forehead was wet with sweat and stuck to his cheeks, making him look disheveled and pitiful.

Wen Huoran thought she had not yet woken up from the nightmare of last night, and he couldn't help feeling pity for her, so he quickly reached out to hold her hand.

"The ground is cold, get up!"

"Your Majesty, you're back!" Yan Yi forced a smile, then stretched out his hands towards him, making a hugging gesture.

Wen Huoran walked over, ignoring the smoke and ashes that filled the room, picked her up and straightened her wrinkled clothes.

"I'm back."

"Your Majesty, the defense you set up is so difficult to break!" She suddenly realized that the villain could sense the fluctuations of demonic energy and did not hide his attempt to open the lock.

Wen Huoran: "Why do you want to dispel the defensive spell I have set up?"

"You want to secretly open the Huanghuali wood box I gave you."

Wen Xuran raised his eyebrows slightly, "And then?"

Yan Yi leaned close to his ear and gently bit the other's soft earlobe, "Replace the sachet inside with a new one."

She did intend to do so, although her intentions were not pure.

Warm breath whispered in his ears, and Wen Xuran stood stiffly on the spot, with all the hairs on his body standing on end. He clenched his fingers tightly to prevent himself from standing up on the spot.

"Why don't you tell me directly?" Wen Huoran tried to calm himself down, and his eyes were full of inquiry when he looked at her.

Yan Yi took two steps back, creating some distance between them. "There are two reasons."

Wen Huoran took a deep breath, and the desire in his body was gradually suppressed. He turned around and sat down beside the desk, motioning Yan Yi to sit in his arms.

"Tell me about it."

"First, Your Majesty has sternly refused me permission to exercise control over your sachet."

Wen Huiran raised the corners of his lips slightly and couldn't help but chuckle, "You remember it clearly."

"Secondly, it's more rewarding to untie it yourself." She looked at the villain with a smug look, a smile in her eyes and eyebrows. "Go out and show it to others later - Your Majesty was once pinned down by me!"

She uttered such lewd words so lightly that Wen Huoran almost bit off his tongue.

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

Yan Yi smiled freely, "Your Majesty, I won't tell anyone else, as long as you are willing to let me suppress you!"

An attack came suddenly, catching everyone off guard. Wen Huoran couldn't help but groan in pain.

Yan Yi bent his knees and knelt on his legs, pressing down hard with one leg.

The most sensitive part of his body was being bullied unscrupulously. Wen Huoran subconsciously tilted his head back, his lips and teeth slightly parted, and a shameful moan escaped from his throat.

Yan Yi pressed forward, his soft tongue brushing across his rosy lips, expertly chasing and teasing the tip of his tongue that was darting around like a small fish, blocking all of Wen Huiran's unbearable moans in his throat.

After a long time, Yan Yi slowly let out a breath, allowing Wen Huoran to catch his breath. His slender white fingers slid along the open collar and found his destination with ease.

"Your Majesty, how do you feel now?"

Wen Huoran couldn't stop trembling all over. The places that were controlled by Yan Yi felt like they were burning with flames, and the pressure/pain became more and more severe. However, he seemed to be unsatisfied. He twisted his body unconsciously to make himself feel Yan Yi's presence.

Looking at the villain's rosy cheeks due to joy and the sweat on his forehead shining with crystal light, Yan Yi's eyes suddenly lit up.

Every time they made love, Wen Huoran could bring her a different sensory experience.

The movements of his hands became difficult to perform. Yan Yi leaned over and gently bit the other's swollen lips. With a bewitching voice, he whispered into Wen Huiran's ear, "Your Majesty, relax. You're hurting me."

Wen Huiran was both embarrassed and annoyed. It was clearly Yan Yi who had tormented him to the point where his breathing was disordered, his body was limp and powerless, and he couldn't move. But she was confusing right and wrong and blaming him.

"Your Majesty, you are becoming more and more clear about how to cooperate with me." Yan Yi said with satisfaction.

"Yan Yi——" His consciousness gradually faded, Wen Huoran's eyes turned red, and he was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing that the other party was intrigued by her, Yan Yi was about to get up. However, Wen Huoran was unwilling to let her go. He pressed his legs tightly against her shoulders, his buttocks hanging in the air, and twisted his waist vigorously, shaking his white buttocks in front of her eyes!

Waves of dizziness hit his head and his throat was very dry. Yan Yi swallowed subconsciously. His reason was finally controlled and defeated by lust.

Just like a traveler in the desert longing to see an oasis, the villain called out to her eagerly, as if he couldn't wait any longer. Yan Yi was always considerate and didn't want to disappoint him, so she just fulfilled his wish and told him to be content.