Chapter 21: Saving the Demonic Villain 8

Feng Chuqiu, who had just bought some pastries, saw a commotion at the entrance of the teahouse. Without thinking too much, he hurried into the crowd, only to see Xing Jian surrounded and cheered by everyone.

Suddenly, the sweet aroma of osmanthus cake came from outside the building. Xing Jian turned around and saw Feng Chuqiu walking towards him, carrying an oil-paper bag containing osmanthus cake.

"Feng Chuqiu!" He waved to Feng Chuqiu, then pushed through the crowd and jumped into the man's arms. He turned around and said to the people in the teahouse, "I'm leaving first. If this Chen Er causes trouble for you again, you must report it to the Yuhua Sect."

Everyone watched the exquisite young man being led away, and subconsciously thought that the man was his follower. However, when they saw the young man reaching out to block the arm, they became suspicious again. Could these two be brothers? They didn't look alike at all.

Xing Jian pestered Feng Chuqiu and told him vividly what had just happened, but he found that the person next to him had an increasingly tight frown on his brows and a darker look in his eyes. "Feng Chuqiu, am I doing something wrong?" Seeing Feng Chuqiu's doubts about his actions, Xing Jian stood there with his hands on his hips, biting his lower lip angrily, and the dimples on his cheeks appeared and disappeared with his angry movements.

Feng Chuqiu looked at Xing Jian, who was completely unaware of what he had done wrong. He suddenly grabbed the boy's wrist and whispered, "What did I say before I left? Didn't we agree to crush the talisman paper if anything unexpected happened?"

Xing Jian completely forgot about the talisman paper. In fact, Xing Jian didn't hear much of what Feng Chuqiu said before he left. All his attention was focused on the storytelling, and he even forgot about the talisman paper on his body.

Looking at the stunned Xingjian, Feng Chuqiu knew that Xingjian had not heard a word he had said when he left just now.

Although he was a little angry about Xingjian's disobedience, he felt particularly relieved when he saw Xingjian's angry look. Just rely on me like this, whether you are happy or angry, all your emotions are expressed for me.

Xing Jian was a little tired after playing all day. After returning to the hotel, Feng Chuqiu took Xing Jian to wash up. Then he lay lazily on the bed alone, no, like a snake.

Looking at Xingjian who had closed his eyes, Feng Chuqiu reached out and blew out the candle with his true energy, then took off his coat and lay down on a bed with Xingjian.

When the Star Sword beside him fell completely asleep, Feng Chuqiu opened his eyes. His eyes were unusually clear. After the lesson in the teahouse, Feng Chuqiu set up a formation for the entire room. As long as the Star Sword inside made any movement or anyone broke into the room, Feng Chuqiu could feel it.

After making all the preparations, Feng Chuqiu jumped down from the window, his figure so fast that it was almost indistinct.

Xingjian, lying on the bed, had no idea what was happening.

Feng Chuqiu did not go far after leaving. He arrived at the door of Chen Mansion in a few flashes. There was a strong smell of medicine in the backyard of Chen Mansion. Feng Chuqiu appeared in front of Chen Er in a flash.

Two of his front teeth were broken, and even in his sleep Chen Er would cry out in pain from time to time.

Looking at Chen Er lying on the bed, Feng Chuqiu's eyes flashed red. His fingertips brushed across Chen Er's swollen face. Before he could scream, he raised his hand and crushed the body of the person on the bed. Blood mist splattered all over the room, even Feng Chuqiu's body was not spared.

A drop of blood slid down Feng Chuqiu's forehead, and his eyes had turned bright red.

A cleaning spell made all the horrible traces disappear completely, and the whole room looked as if nothing had happened. The only difference was that Chen Er, who was lying on the bed, disappeared without a trace.

After resolving the matter with Chen Er, Feng Chuqiu did not stay for long and disappeared in the Chen Mansion in an instant.

Seeing Chen Er turning into a blood mist in front of him, Feng Chuqiu did not return to the hotel immediately after leaving Chen Mansion. He stared at the lotus lantern in the river that was said to be able to float for hundreds of miles. He walked along the river bank. After walking for an unknown amount of time, Feng Chuqiu stopped.

None of the lotus lanterns floated into the hands of the so-called gods. At a collapsed riverbank, all the lotus lanterns were stopped. Some of them had been left in the river for too long, and their paper bodies were soaked and sank into the water. There were also many lanterns with burned-out candles floating alone.

Feng Chuqiu glanced at these lotus lanterns and quickly locked onto the one on which he had left his mark.

After drifting in the river for half the night, the candle in the lamp had long been extinguished. Feng Chuqiu carefully picked up the lotus lantern from the water and used magic to gently dry the part of the lantern that was soaked by the river water. The words stained by the river water appeared in front of Feng Chuqiu.

Xingjian couldn't write with a brush, and his ugly handwriting was written on the lamp in a crooked manner.

"Xingjian and his master are always together and can go out and play every day."

When Feng Chuqiu saw Xing Jian's wish, he froze in place, his bright red eyes flashing with crystal clear light, as if he was about to shed a line of blood and tears in the next second.

He carefully placed the lotus lantern to his lips, left a kiss, and then put the lotus lantern into his own space.

He stayed where he was, meditating, and circulated the true energy in his body through his sea of ​​consciousness before he suppressed the pair of red eyes.

When Feng Chuqiu returned to the hotel after working late into the night, it was already dawn. He sat on the small couch beside the bed, his eyes never leaving the figure of Xing Jian on the bed.

Maybe he was too tired from yesterday's trip. When Xingjian usually got up at that time, there was no sign of him waking up.

They kept waiting like this until noon. Thinking that Xingjian hadn't even had breakfast yet, Feng Chuqiu stood up and patted Xingjian who was wrapped up in a ball.

"Xiaoxing, don't sleep anymore. It's time to get up and have breakfast."

In a daze, Xing Jian recognized Feng Chuqiu's voice. He moved his body and tried to struggle out of the quilt, but ultimately failed.

The quilt moved and then became quiet again.

Seeing Xing Jian still lying in bed, Feng Chuqiu shook her head and peeled Xing Jian off the quilt. When Xing Jian touched Feng Chuqiu, he wrapped around her like a little snake. In a daze, the boy rubbed Feng Chuqiu's neck with his nose. Feng Chuqiu held him while he washed his face, brushed his teeth, and changed his clothes. It was not until Feng Chuqiu held him in front of the window and he was disturbed by the hawking sounds on the street that Xing Jian finally woke up completely.

Looking at the bustling street scene outside the window, Xing Jian turned his head and looked at Feng Chuqiu, "This is great." Xing Jian whispered in Feng Chuqiu's ear.

"What's so good?" Feng Chuqiu stretched out his hand to tidy up the scattered hair around Xingjian's ears.

"It's so good to live with Feng Chuqiu in the human world. It would be great if time could go by slower." Xing Jian looked at Feng Chuqiu with a smile, then turned back to look at the bustling street.

Feng Chuqiu lowered his head and kissed the top of Xingjian's head, thinking silently, if only the present time could stop forever, even if it meant sacrificing the flesh and blood of millions of ants.