Xie Shuci really didn't understand. How could the usually serious little blind man become so unserious at a time like this?

He insisted on being taught by Xie Shuci, demanding that Xie Shuci teach him step by step, explaining clearly what he should and should do, word by word. If Xie Shuci couldn't say it, he would find ways to force him to say it.

When Xie Shuci was finally forced to speak, he whispered in Xie Shuci's ear, praising him over and over again: "Brother Xiaoci, you did a great job."

Xie Shuci was so embarrassed that he wanted to sew his mouth shut, but Xie An simply put his hand in his mouth. When Xie Shuci tried to pull it back, Xie An used his teeth to gently rub Xie Shuci's fingertips, making him feel as if a hundred claws were scratching his heart.

"Brother Xiaoci, I want to touch the mole on your waist."

Xie Shuci gritted her teeth, barely containing her anger, "Touch...you touch..."

Can you please stop torturing me like this?

“But I can’t see,” Xie An said, lowering his eyes.

Xie Shuci's temples twitched twice. Xie An, that blind bastard, took advantage of his blindness and inexperience to do whatever he wanted to Xie Shuci, forcing him to do all those shameful things. Hearing this small request from him, Xie Shuci was not surprised at all.

He grasped Xie An's outstretched hand and placed it against the bright red mole on his lower abdomen.

Xie An's burning hot fingertips pressed heavily against his skin, rubbing it deeply.

Xie Shuci tried to straighten his waist to make himself more comfortable, but this inevitably widened the distance between him and Xie An. Xie An frowned unhappily, grabbed Xie Shuci's waist and pressed him down.

"Damn it!" Xie Shuci couldn't help but curse, "Go easy on me!"

"Don't move," Xie An said in a hoarse voice.

For two whole hours, Xie An barely stopped.

Xie Shuci was so exhausted that he was almost delirious. He vaguely thought, "Didn't Sikong Ye say that this guy is very weak right now? Weak my ass! Xie Shuci felt like his back was about to break!"

Xie An, that blind man, seemed to have some kind of obsession. He kept pulling Xie Shuci's right hand from behind, rubbing the teardrop-shaped mark on his wrist until it was unrecognizable, and also the cinnabar mole on his waist, which was now completely red.

"Is it comfortable?" Xie An whispered in his ear.

Xie Shuci had heard that the first time was usually very painful, but throughout the night, he didn't feel much physical pain. Xie An was very patient and meticulous, and to be honest, it was much more comfortable than Xie Shuci had imagined. However! However! For Xie Shuci's mind, it was both pleasurable and torturous. Several times he wanted Xie An to cover Mingzhu, but Xie An refused. When the mood was high, he even insisted that Xie Shuci help him check the position. Xie Shuci had done more shameful things during those two hours than he had done during his teenage years!

"Comfortable my ass!" Xie Shuci cursed.

Xie An frowned and lifted Xie Shuci out of the bed with one hand. "Let's start over."

Xie Shuci looked at him in disbelief after hearing this, "Are you a beast?!"

Xie An didn't speak, but forcefully pulled him into his arms. Xie Shuci sensed something was wrong; it seemed like he was serious. He immediately cried out in panic, "It feels so good! It feels so good! I swear it really feels so good!"

Xie An paused, then asked suspiciously, "Really?"

Seeing his expression, Xie Shuci couldn't help but punch him hard in the stomach. "Really! Realer than a real pearl! You're not fully recovered yet, are you? You need to be moderate, you know?"

"I have no physical problems, so there's even less of a problem with doing this kind of thing."

Xie Shuci rolled her eyes. "Do you know how awful you look lately? I'm even afraid of you..."

Xie An pulled him into his arms, their skin touching.

Xie Shuci disliked feeling sticky, so he used his spiritual power to clean himself and Xie An. To prevent anyone from getting carried away again, he endured the soreness and put on his undergarments before deciding to rest properly.

He had some things he wanted to say to Xie An. He had already decided that after the auction, he would go to Tianzhu City to return the courtesan token to Luo Xianyu. If the item sold successfully, the money earned would be enough for him, the blind boy, and the king to live comfortably for the rest of their lives. After returning the token to Luo Xianyu, he would take the blind boy and the king to a small village. Now that he knew how to refine pills, he could open a small pill shop to sell them.

Then, regardless of Xiao Xun, Sikong Ye, the Heavenly Dao, or Bixie, Xie Shuci didn't want to get involved in any of that anymore. He was just an ordinary person, and he only wanted to live an ordinary life—if Xie An was willing to be an ordinary person with him.

"Thank you for your help."

Xie Shuci called out to him while leaning against him, but didn't hear a response for a long time.

"Little blind man?"

Xie Shuci turned around in confusion and found Xie An with his eyes closed, his face pale, and his breathing weak.

Xie Shuci frowned and reached out to check his breathing; she could barely feel it. "Are you too tired?"

Xie Shuci muttered to himself.

The effects of the separation of soul and body seemed to be a little greater than he had imagined.

Xie Shuci remembered that there were still pills to restore physical strength in the small pouch. He hadn't given the little blind boy many pills before, fearing there might be some side effects. But Chu Wenfeng said that high-grade and top-grade pills wouldn't have any side effects, so he had no worries. He sat up from the bed, supporting his waist, and half-knelt by the bedside to get the small pouch hanging at the foot of the bed.

After just a few short movements, Xie Shuci's legs were aching and sore. She glared at Xie An and said, "Serves you right!"

He took out two pills from his small pouch, fed one to himself, and put the other into Xie An's mouth. Fearing that Xie An wouldn't be able to swallow it, Xie Shuci leaned over and helped him swallow it.

As Xie Shuci was putting the pills back, he suddenly noticed a blue porcelain bottle at the top of the small pouch, which contained the Spirit Gathering Pill that he had originally planned to give to Xie An so that they could watch the fireworks together.

Xie Shuci hesitated for a moment before picking up the bottle.

He had a good time tonight, but what about the little blind man?

It seems that all night, the little blind man only cared about helping and bullying Xie Shuci, and I wonder how he felt.

Xie Shuci gripped the porcelain bottle tightly in his hand. Besides that, he was really worried about his current physical condition.

Xie Shuci hesitated for a long time before finally opening the porcelain bottle, taking the Spirit Gathering Pill into his mouth, bending down, and pushing the pill down Xie An's throat.

Xie An was probably exhausted. After being tormented by Xie Shuci for so long, he showed no signs of waking up at all. The more Xie Shuci looked at him, the more alarmed he became. He felt that the little blind man's face was as white as paper and his breathing was very weak. If you didn't look closely, you would hardly notice him.

A moment after taking the Spirit Gathering Pill, some spiritual energy surged from Xie An's body. He frowned in his sleep, as if he had sensed something, and stretched out a hand to tightly grip Xie Shuci's wrist.

Xie Shuci paused, thinking he had woken up. She held her breath and looked at his face, only to find that he was not awake at all; it was just a reflex action.

Xie Shuci breathed a sigh of relief. She did not break free from his hand, but slowly covered the back of his hand with her spiritual energy, trying her best to merge with the spiritual energy seeping from his body.

Unexpectedly, when he sensed Xie Shuci's spiritual energy approaching, he did not react violently as before. Instead, he gradually relaxed his body, loosened his grip on Xie Shuci's wrist, and then placed his hand on Xie Shuci's waist, tightly wrapping him in his arms, seemingly without any defenses against Xie Shuci.

Xie Shuci was stunned for a moment, then simply rested his chin on Xie An's chest, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed the spiritual power surging outward from Xie An, sharing a spiritual connection with him.

He accepted Xie Shuci's spiritual power, but at the same time, Xie Shuci suddenly felt a chill spreading around him, and a strange scene appeared before his eyes. It was like a rotten, decaying mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with red mist spreading across the entire sky. All he could see were blood and rotting limbs.

Xie Shuci was jolted awake and opened his eyes in disbelief.

His face turned pale instantly, and a sharp pain cut through his meridians, as if it were tearing his body apart. Xie Shuci's lips trembled, and cold sweat slid down his forehead.

This is the feeling he is experiencing from Xie An at this moment.

He stared in astonishment at Xie An's pale face, never imagining that he was enduring such immense pain while his body was weak.

But at that moment, Xie Shuci felt as if his limbs were bound by a rope, and he heard a voice from the depths of Xie An's heart, "Kill Xie Shuci, kill Xie Shuci!"

Suddenly, an unimaginable killing intent rose in Xie An's heart.

That murderous intent was filled with evil, or rather, he sensed countless evils emanating from Xie An, like a ferocious beast that devours people without spitting out the bones. Xie Shuci couldn't help but shiver.

Even after experiencing so much, Xie Shuci still couldn't compare Xie An's state of mind at this moment to anything else. It was more evil than anything he had ever seen, and colder than any coldness he had ever felt.

Killing intent, endless killing intent.

Desolate, desolate everywhere.

Xie Shuci clearly sensed that Xie An had been suppressing his desire to kill him deep in his heart.

Xie Shuci felt no other emotions, only a murderous intent that seemed to destroy him, and a chilling aura emanating from him.

Xie Shuci felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He suddenly broke free from Xie An's embrace and fell off the bed with a thud.

In an instant, the sharp pain in his body almost made Xie Shuci faint.

But he didn't.

He stared blankly at Xie An's face on the couch, shook his head absently, and his gaze involuntarily fell away, instantly severing his connection with Xie An.

how so……

How could this be...

"You want to kill me?" Xie Shuci felt a chill seeping from his bones. The person who had been doing the most intimate things with him not long ago had actually been thinking of killing him all along.

Why would Xie An want to kill him? Didn't Xie An like him? How could this happen...?

This shouldn't be happening. Xie An likes him... Why would he want to kill him?

Could those terrifying killing intents have been his imagination? How could that be?

Wasn't Xie An just an ordinary person? Why was his state of mind... so terrifying? As if he were imprisoning the most terrifying and evil thing in the world!

The most terrifying and evil thing in his heart was frantically clamoring for him to kill him?

"You want to kill me..." Xie Shuci's voice trembled violently, "You want to kill me?"

"You...you liked me, didn't you? You slept with me, but you wanted to kill me..."

"Why did you want to kill me?" Xie Shuci looked at the boy on the bed in confusion, his body trembling uncontrollably. Xie An, who was with him, was thinking about killing him every single moment? Even when flirting with him, even when sleeping with him?

Xie Shuci's body was as cold as ice. He really couldn't imagine how much disgust Xie An, who harbored a crazy killing intent towards him, must feel when facing him.

"How could this happen... This shouldn't be happening..."

"Don't you like me...?"

How could Xie An be like this? How could he be so terrifying?

Xie Shuci couldn't believe it; this couldn't be his Xie An.

He endured the excruciating pain as he got up from the ground, gathering a wisp of spiritual energy at his fingertips and channeling it into Xie An's brow.

Suddenly, a white array was activated in Xie Shuci's vision, rotating at the point where the two's spiritual energy connected. Gradually, a startled bird mark shimmering with white light formed on Xie An's forehead.

Xie Shuci felt his blood rush back to his head, his body instantly frozen in place, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

In that instant, Xie Shuci's mind went blank.

His heart almost stopped, he forgot to breathe, no sound came out of his throat, and the hand he placed on Xie An's brow trembled slightly.

Xie Shuci leaned his head against the edge of the bed, biting his lower lip so hard that it bled, but he didn't make a sound.

In his blurred vision, the mark slowly disappeared from Xie An's skin, as if it had never appeared at all.

Xie Shuci was on the verge of losing control of his sobs. He covered his mouth and nose tightly with his hands to prevent himself from making any sound. Warm tears seeped through his fingers and dripped onto his clothes.

The Mark of the Holy Son...

He stared in horror at the boy before him. This was not his little blind boy... This person was not his little blind boy... His Xie An was not Xie An, but Xiao Xun, who had always held Xie Shuci's life in his hands.

Sikong Ye didn't lie to him; he lied to himself.

Xie Shuci never dared to delve into Xie An's identity and background. He dared not think too deeply about any of the strange things related to him, for fear that he would figure it out. So, he thought it was good to just let things slide.

In fact, he doesn't need any truth. He just needs proof that Xie An is his Xie An and has nothing to do with anyone else. He doesn't care whether Xie An's past was good or bad. He doesn't care about anything.

If this is the truth, Xie Shuci would rather be kept in the dark for the rest of his life.

This was the first time Xie Shuci had ever felt such excruciating pain; his heart was about to explode.

Through his teary eyes, he looked at the sleeping boy on the bed and felt a suffocating discomfort, as if he were drowning and his whole body was ice cold.

The person beside him from the very beginning was Xiao Xun.

He wanted to be able to take my life at any time, but why was he suppressing his murderous intent towards me while simultaneously talking about love with me?

What does he want? What does he want to gain from himself?

A bronze cauldron? A top-grade elixir?

Why...? What is it about him that makes you, Xiao Xun, do this?

Xie Shuci at least believed that no matter who he was, he must like him. He even wondered if Xie An was Xiao Xun, as long as he liked him, as long as he wouldn't hurt others anymore, as long as he was willing...

But...why did you do this...?

If you want to kill him, why do you say you like him?

Xie Shuci looked at him and suddenly felt very afraid that he would open his eyes.

What would he do? Would he kill himself? Would he torture himself? Would he look at him like he looks at everyone else, as if he were an ant?

He is Xiao Xun... How could he be Xiao Xun!

The blind boy is so kind, how could he be Xiao Xun?

Xie Shuci's mind became extremely chaotic, and he didn't know how to vent the emotions that were unbearable in his heart.

While in shock, a strange thought popped into Xie Shuci's mind—oh, so you really are Xiao Xun.

Xie Shuci didn't know how to describe the emotions in his heart. Images from the past kept flashing through his mind: why the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect were chasing Xie An, why Xie An suddenly disappeared and then reappeared in the Dragon Fang Secret Realm, why he seemed to know everything, and why he always seemed so fearless.

In fact, ever since leaving the Dragon Fang Secret Realm, Xie Shucong has had a memory he absolutely does not want to recall.

In order to obtain the Qiankun Mirror, he entered and exited the East Yin Chamber seven times and turned back seven times to enter the space-time where the Qiankun Mirror was located. Sure enough, the Hundred Killing Formation that Xie An had mentioned appeared near the Qiankun Mirror.

Xie Shuci had never dared to think too deeply about this before, fearing that thinking too much would lead to losing something. However, he found it hard not to wonder why Xie An knew about this matter.

Even Chu Guiyi, who possesses the Dragon Fang Illustrated Manual, doesn't know this, so why would he know it?

Furthermore, after leaving the space-time where the Qiankun Mirror was located, Xie Shuci was too badly injured and almost lost consciousness as soon as he left. He didn't have time to activate the Qiankun Mirror, so who was the one who activated it? Was the sound of the bell that he heard before losing consciousness just an illusion?

All the inexplicable details from the past suddenly made perfect sense when Xie An's true identity was laid bare before Xie Shuci.

Why did he meet Bixie? Why did he meet Sikong Xin? Why did he experience all these things, watching people die in front of him time and time again? It was all because of Xie An. He was the mastermind behind everything that Xie Shuci had been guessing about. It wasn't Bixie, it wasn't the Heavenly Dao, it was him!

What exactly does he want? What is he trying to do by keeping himself alive? He even suppressed the urge to kill Xie Shuci to stay by his side and enjoy his company. And what is the purpose of this love?

Xie Shuci didn't understand; he couldn't understand it at all.

You are Xiao Xun, you can take his life at any time, why sacrifice yourself? What's the point?

Xie Shuci's mind was in complete chaos. He didn't even know whether he should focus on the fact that he was Xiao Xun or that he originally wanted to kill him.

It's as if everything from the past has vanished into thin air.

Looking at Xie An on the couch, Xie Shuci felt an endless chill run down his spine, as if Xie An would open his eyes and turn into a demon at any moment, easily taking Xie Shuci's life.

yes……

Now that I know his identity, he'll definitely torture me and kill me, right? He's Xiao Xun, that psychopath Xiao Xun... Staying by his side will mean death! I'll definitely die!

He wanted to kill me from the very beginning!

Xie Shuci didn't want to die; he wanted to live...

This person is not Xie An, nor his little blind man; he is Xiao Xun, the one who put Xie Shuci to death!

Xie Shuci's face was deathly pale, and large tears slid down his cheeks. He scrambled to his feet in a panic, ignoring the aches and pains in his body and the tearing pain in that embarrassing place. He hurriedly put on his clothes and nervously looked at Xie An, who was fast asleep on the bed... No, it wasn't Xie An, it was Xiao Xun, Xiao Xun who could kill Xie Shuci at any moment!

He'll kill me as soon as he wakes up! He definitely will! He's Xiao Xun, and he's always wanted to kill me!

Xie Shuci discovered that his small pouch was still on the bed, containing the things he relied on for survival, which he had to take with him... He carefully walked to the bedside, holding his breath, afraid that he might accidentally wake Xiao Xun on the bed.

Just a short time ago, they were doing very intimate things together, and they had spent so much time together. But now, looking at his sleeping face, Xie Shuci only felt a sense of unfamiliarity and endless fear.

His eyes stung, and tears welled up uncontrollably. This wasn't Xie An. His Xie An wouldn't hurt him, wouldn't repeatedly tell him to kill Xie Shuci.

This isn't Xie An, not his Xie An, but where is his Xie An? Where is his little blind man?

Who is the person he likes?

Xie Shuci wiped away her tears, bent down and picked up her small pouch, only to find that a corner of the pouch's strap had been pressed under Xiao Xun's arm.

Xie Shuci almost choked up. He wanted his little blind boy, he wanted Xie An. He had clearly planned to take the little blind boy to live in a quiet place. Why did he have to refine the Spirit Gathering Pill? Why did he have to give him the Spirit Gathering Pill? Wouldn't it have been better to know nothing or pretend to know nothing?

Even if he wanted to kill him, even if he wanted to use him, at least Xie Shuci wouldn't have to know anything before he died.

He liked Xie An, and he liked the little blind boy, but he was really afraid of Xiao Xun, really afraid of death, and even more afraid that the little blind boy would become the Xiao Xun he imagined after opening his eyes. What should he do then? What should he do?

Xie Shuci dared not face it, nor did he want to face it. He wanted to leave, he wanted to take the King away, he did not want to see Xie An who had become Xiao Xun.

Xie Shuci gritted his teeth, warm tears dripping from his chin, soaking Xiao Xun's clothes. He hurriedly pulled the ribbon out from under Xiao Xun's arm, but for some reason, just as he was about to leave, the ribbon got caught on Xiao Xun's finger.

It was almost as if Xiao Xun was making a final attempt to persuade him to stay.

Xie Shuci dared not think about anything, nor did he dare to hesitate. The sudden truth had left him unprepared to deal with it. He just wanted to escape, to go to a safe place, and calm his mind.

Xie Shuci turned back to look at the ribbon hooked on his finger, and said in a hoarse voice, "Please, let me go..."

He took the ribbon off Xiao Xun's fingers, stuffed all his things into his small pouch, and ran out almost as if he were escaping, not even having time to put on the bell that Xie An had taken off and placed on the table.

He raised his hand to retrieve the Dragon-Subduing Magic Artifact, and as he strode toward the door, he seemed to remember something and stopped in his tracks.

After a moment's hesitation, Xie Shuci nervously glanced back and saw that the young man on the bed was still not awake. He then lowered his head, hurriedly took out several bottles of pills from his small pouch, and returned to place them on the table.

Xie Shuci didn't know why he was doing this. The little blind man had never had any money since they met. What would he do if he left?

Even knowing that he was Xiao Xun, even knowing that he lacked nothing, even though Xie Shuci's heart was filled with fear and shock, in this chaotic state, there was still a place in his heart reserved for Xie An.

With these elixirs, Xie An could live a good life even without Xie Shuci.

Xie Shuci took one last look at the boy on the bed. His heart ached so much that he could hardly breathe, and his eyes involuntarily welled up with tears. It was as if if he didn't look at him one last time, he would never see him again.

Xie Shuci took a deep breath, gave him a long look, turned her head, and ran towards the door.

Just as his hand touched the door and he was about to push it open, he suddenly felt a chilling spiritual energy rushing towards him, and Xie Shuci's steps froze on the spot, unable to move.

A red chain formed from spiritual energy wrapped around Xie Shuci's waist. Several chains branched off from his waist, climbing over his skin and tightly constricting his neck and limbs.

Xie Shuci's breath froze instantly. The chains wrapped around him were like cold, venomous snakes. He could feel that if he increased his breathing even slightly, the snakes would tighten their grip.

Xie Shuci was only one step away from the door, but he couldn't bring himself to take another step forward.

He sensed the surging malevolent energy behind him, stiffly turned around, and saw that Xiao Xun had woken up at some point and was sitting on the edge of the bed, his dark and deep eyes staring at him without moving.

His eyes clearly reflected Xie Shuci's flustered figure.

This was a Xie An that Xie Shuci had never seen before—a powerful and ruthless Xie An.

"Xie Shuci, you've abandoned me. Where do you think you're going?"

He leaned against the side of the bed, his face pale and his eyes sinister.

Xie Shuci's heart suddenly jumped.

At that moment, he clearly realized that Xie An's eyes could see.