Chapter 103 Love is a wildfire that sets the prairie on fire

"So, this is your plan?"

Shen Qing nestled in Yeluweisi's arms, looking at his face in shock.

Yeluvis stroked his back gently, soothingly.

"That's why I don't want you to know, it's dangerous"

"But if you want to achieve your plan more perfectly, you must have my help."

After Shen Qingze heard his thoughts, he was even more thankful that he had insisted on asking Yeluvis to tell him,

"Then you promise me that you will keep yourself safe."

Yeluweisi bent down and kissed him, as if he was treating a treasure that he couldn't let go of. He was still worried about Shen Qingze.

But He underestimated the determination of His most devout followers.

Shen Qing bent down, bowed devoutly before him, held up his hands, and placed them on his chest.

In the eyes full of stars, there is touching sincerity.

"I have pledged my lifelong faith to protect my safety,"

"And yours."

Shen Qingze's obedient appearance as he knelt before Him was like a painting bathed in moonlight.

Just like many years ago, unchanged.

He held the red earring on his earlobe with his fingertips. It was a wedding gift from Yeluweisi.

The candlelight cast tiny shadows on his eyelashes, and his eyes, which always contained sharpness, were now filled with a piety that was almost like praying.

It was as if the person in front of him was not his lover, but a god who was worthy of sacrificing everything for.

"Please..."

Shen Qingze's voice was very soft, with a hint of weariness.

"Trust me..."

Yeluvis hid in the shadow of the dome, his fingertips unconsciously stroking his collar.

He was unwilling to get involved in the disputes among the gods and the chaos of the world, and devoted himself to practicing in his own little land.

He had seen too many believers, including nobles kneeling in the temple holding gold, silver and jewelry, and beggars in tattered clothes knocking on the pilgrimage road. There was greed or awe in their eyes.

But I have never seen a look like Shen Qingze's.

There was clearly a flame burning inside that was in confrontation with the gods, but when praying, all the sharp edges were folded into soft light.

He has lived so long that he cannot remember the appearance of the first believer.

But I clearly remember the calculations that flashed across those people's eyes every time the oracle was delivered.

But Shen Qing is different. He always seems to be heartless.

He would scold Him for "playing tricks" when He revealed His true form, and would care whether He felt pain or not.

It is undeniable that He can no longer let go of him in His heart. This may be what mortals call love.

Perhaps in the long river of time, Shen Qingze is the calamity that He cannot overcome in His cultivation.

The candle flame suddenly crackled and Shen Qing was startled.

Looking up at Him, there were still tiny particles of light dust on his eyelashes.

The moment their eyes met, he could not contain the piety in his eyes.

Like a child whose secrets were exposed, he lowered his head hastily, but his ears turned red.

Yeluvis reached out and touched Shen Qingze's cheek. When his fingertips touched his hot skin, he heard a familiar throbbing in his chest.

This is not the mercy of God to his believers, but something hotter.

"Are you begging me?"

Yeluvis's voice was divinely deep, but it couldn't hide a slight tremor.

“I am God”

Yeluvis gently stroked the corner of his eye with his thumb.

"Gods cannot die."

"But you will feel pain."

Shen Qingze raised his head suddenly, and the familiar flame ignited in his eyes again, but it was brighter than ever before.

"As long as it hurts, I will beg."

At that moment, Yeluvis suddenly understood why He had decided on this man based on just one glance.

He leaned over and kissed Shen Qingze's lips, with divine coldness, yet unprecedented tenderness.

"My followers."

Yeluvis rested his forehead against his, sighing in his voice without even noticing it.

"my sweetheart."

Shen Qingze's eyelashes trembled, and he put his arms around his neck and buried his face in the crook of his neck.

The candlelight flickered, reflecting the intertwined figures of the two people, like a mural that crossed the boundary between gods and mortals.

Shen Qingze always felt that he was dependent on Yeluvis.

If Yeluvis had not given him a second life, perhaps he would have already become one of the wandering souls on the road to the underworld.

He depends on Him, but dares not go beyond Him.

Yeluvis closed his eyes, feeling the warm breath of the person in his arms.

For the first time, I felt that the so-called gods were perhaps not born to receive offerings, but to meet such a person.

He will scold you for playing tricks, but he will also be willing to humble himself for love; he will confront you tit for tat, but he will take your pain to heart.

He should have believed it long ago. Shen Qing was not one of those followers who fawned on the powerful.

He is His only lover, the only human being He is willing to embrace in all these long years.

His lover is a wildfire that spreads across the prairie.

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Their skins touched each other under the quilt, with their body temperatures blending with each other.

Yeluvis tightened his arms around his waist, resting his chin on the top of his soft head, breathing in a peaceful breath.

Shen Qingze rubbed his collarbone in a half-awake state, the familiar scent of ambergris lingering around his nose.

He could clearly hear Yeluvis's steady heartbeat, like some ancient drumbeat, which made his eyelids heavy, and he fell into a deep sleep only when the sky was completely bright.

There were light footsteps on the stone road outside the door. Hei Wuchang paused with his clenched hands and turned to look at Bai Wuchang.

"How about... wait a little longer?"

He lowered his voice, and his face under the brim of his hat showed a rare hesitation.

"I heard something wrong last night. What if..."

Bai Wuchang stopped twisting the corner of his clothes, and his eyes twitched.

"It's normal to get up at the hour of Mao, but the master is always casual..."

The two looked at each other and felt that the wooden door was very hot.

In the end, Hei Wuchang gritted his teeth and raised his hand. As soon as his knuckles touched the door, the door creaked open.

Yeluvis stood in the doorway, the collar of his black nightgown slightly open, revealing his well-defined collarbone, but not at all messy.

His golden eyes swept across the two people at the door, his voice was slightly hoarse from just waking up, but it was filled with unquestionable coldness.

"What is it?"

Black and White Impermanence were both startled. Just as they were about to reply, they saw Shen Qingze walk out from behind Yeluweisi.

He had already put on his moon-white uniform, with his collar neatly tied, but the tips of his ears were still slightly red. He raised his eyebrows when he saw them.

"What are you doing blocking the door?"

"Owner!"

Hei Wuchang suddenly came back to his senses, and the iron chain clanged.

"Something happened at the Ghost Market! We brought some heavy weapons this time and injured a lot of ghost merchants!"

Shen Qingze paused while tying his belt, and his grey eyes instantly turned cold.

He turned to look at Yeluvis, and happened to meet the man's gaze.

There was no trace of surprise in that, only a cold and knowing expression, and a subtle hint of vigilance that protected him.

No words needed, a look is enough.

Shen Qing grabbed the coat on the back of the chair and threw it over his shoulders, then took the lead and walked past the Black and White Impermanence.

"lead the way."

Yeluvis casually took the black robe hanging behind the door, tied the belt around his waist and followed.

When the wide skirt of the robe swept across the threshold, it brought with it a gust of cold wind.

In the morning light, the two walked side by side, one as straight as a pine tree, the other as sharp as an arrow.

The warmth and coziness in the bedroom last night seemed to be instantly frozen by this sudden urgent news, leaving only the compelling momentum as it rushed towards the direction of the ghost market.