Chapter 11 The Southern Frontier Holy Son Obsessed with Gu Poison 11

It was late at night when Lu Yi left the bamboo house and returned to his low house, looking dazed.

He sat on the couch, wide awake.

Unexpectedly, after planting such a terrifying love potion in him, the demon was not satisfied and even resorted to despicable methods such as sticking out his tongue to seduce people.

Otherwise, Lu Yi would never do anything intimate with a man.

Does Xie Rong really enjoy being kissed by men?

Lu Yi looked puzzled. He finally managed to lie down, but found that his whole body was covered in the demon's fragrance, which made him feel hot all over.

Could there be some kind of spell cast on this fragrance?

Even when he closed his eyes and finally fell asleep, the fragrance still wafted into his dreams.

In his dream, he and the Xiaoling Guards outside the valley worked together to burn the Misty Valley to the ground and capture the demon and bring him back to the capital.

The demon was imprisoned by him in a secret dungeon in the Imperial Prison, unknown to anyone.

Every night when he patrolled the prison, he would be bewitched by the fragrance, enter the cell, and close the cell door tightly.

In the dimly lit dungeon, Xie Rong sat lazily on a pile of hay in the corner, her black hair disheveled and draped over her shoulders. She lifted the hem of her clothes to reveal her straight, snow-white legs and smiled at him.

Lu Yi walked over uncontrollably, his tall figure crowding onto the small haystack.

He pulled Xie Rong into his arms, lowered his head and eagerly kissed the cold silver ornament on the man's forehead, licking the beads of sweat that had trickled down the man's legs.

Just as he had imagined, even his sweat smelled sweet, and his tears smelled sweet too.

In his dream, Lu Yi used one method after another to recklessly seize the demon's fragrance.

“This is your punishment for hurting people,” he said, kissing her between kisses, his gaze lingering on her.

Outside the cell were the patrolling guards, but inside the cell were only him and Xie Rong.

only……

"The Valley Master has to get up early to bathe after only half an incense stick's time, why aren't you boiling water yet!" A basin of cold water was splashed in his face, and Lu Yi suddenly opened his eyes.

A medicine servant with an unfriendly expression stood by the bed, holding an empty wooden basin and glaring at him.

Lu Yi had some impression of this person; he was Song Qingming's lackey and had often tormented the newly arrived medicine slaves in the valley.

It's truly tragic that they, who are clearly victims, turn around and harm each other.

Lu Yi had no desire to get entangled with this person. After getting off the bed, he dried himself off and headed to the small woodshed next to the bamboo house.

This demon was exceptionally clean, taking a bath every morning and evening, and changing his clothes after each meal.

Of all the medicine slaves in Fenming Valley, Xie Rong insisted on making him do everything, from boiling water to washing clothes.

Lu Yi could hardly tell whether this devil wanted to torture him or seduce him.

Lu Yi took off his shirt, grabbed an axe, and viciously chopped open a piece of firewood. The next moment, the door of the bamboo house was kicked open by the unusually bad-tempered owner.

"Chopping wood is making so much noise, are you trying to keep me from sleeping?" Xie Rong, his face full of frustration, stormed over and kicked over the small pile of firewood. "Stop chopping!"

Lu Yi remained expressionless, his gaze sweeping over Xie Rong.

Whether intentionally or not, the boy didn't wear his clothes properly, revealing half of his fair shoulder.

If this were in Shangyunjing, it would be considered shameless, and the scandalous rumors of her flirting with men could spread for ten streets.

"Do you still want to take a bath?" Lu Yi squatted down and piled the scattered firewood back into a small mountain.

Xie Rong yawned, looked the man up and down, and said, "Come here."

Lu Yi got up and walked over, only to be slapped across the face.

In the past, the man would either glare at him angrily with a face full of resentment, or he would increase his pain level by one or two points to show how powerful his slap was.

But at this moment, this guy must have done something he felt guilty about, because he silently accepted the slap, and his ear slowly turned red.

“I’ll just keep my voice down,” the man said stiffly, “You’re such a delicate person.”

Xie Rong: "Has he lost his mind?"

[Of course, it's because the host's poison is too potent! The protagonist is now completely manipulated by the host!]

Xie Rong was very satisfied with this answer.

His drowsiness had mostly dissipated, and he was too lazy to go back to sleep. So he simply sat on the steps, sometimes teasing the green snake, sometimes teasing the man.

Lu Yi pulled up the coarse cloth hanging from his waist, wiped the sweat off his body, and stole a glance at the people on the steps.

He noticed that the little devil was always looking at him and smiling at him.

Just like that suggestive smile in my dream.

Could it be that Xie Rong wants to be kissed by a man again?

Lu Yi was burning up and his breath was scalding. Before he knew it, he had chopped up all the firewood for the next three days in one day.

Three days later, at noon.

Having just finished his meal, Lu Yi carried a basin of hot water into the room as usual.

"Valley Master, that imperial lackey has been hanging in the Five Poisons Cave for three days," Song Qingming reported as he entered.

"Not dead yet?" Xie Rong rested his chin on his hand, seemingly unconcerned.

“A medicine slave went to check on him today, and he’s still alive.”

Those who can hang on it for three days without dying or fainting are all strong and healthy men, making them the perfect candidates to feed the Gu poison.

Xie Rong has always liked it.

Of course, Song Qingming also had his own selfish motives.

The newly captured man looks and is about the same size as Lu Yi. If he stays, they might fight like dogs!

"Bring him here."

When Jin Jiuzhou was pushed into the bamboo house by the drug slave, he had not eaten or drunk anything for three days and three nights.

He staggered and fell to the ground, supporting himself with his hands. When he looked up, he saw Lu Yi, that ignorant country bumpkin, kneeling on one knee beside him, happily washing the devil's feet without even realizing it.

Turning his head again, he saw the eldest son of the Song family, who had disappeared two years ago, standing beside the demon, feeding him peeled grapes. He was a completely different person from the arrogant and talented man he once was.

These idiots, have they gone mad?

"Kill me or torture me, it's up to you," Jin Jiuzhou said coldly.

He didn't bother to look at the demon, but his peripheral vision inadvertently caught sight of the feet that Lu Yi was holding in his palm.

Pure white and delicate like jade, it is more suitable for handling and appreciating than the jade artifacts treasured by the powerful and wealthy in the capital.

Jin Jiuzhou suddenly snapped out of his daze and turned his face away.

"Lu Yi, do you know him?" Xie Rong stepped on the man's hand in the basin of water.

Lu Yi paused for a moment: "I don't know him."

“I don’t know him either, but the Gu worms in his body came from my valley,” Xie Rong said with a gentle smile. “That’s why I felt especially close to him when I saw him.”

Lu Yi frowned, not understanding the deeper meaning behind his words.

"He hasn't had water for three days, isn't he thirsty?" Xie Rong asked with a smile. "Bring him up."

Two drug slaves dragged the man to Xie Rong.

"Who gave you the Gu poison?" Xie Rong lifted one foot from the basin and stomped it wetly on Jin Jiuzhou's face.

"have no idea."

The man's damp feet carried a strange fragrance. Jin Jiuzhou held his breath, remaining silent.

After days of hunger and thirst, survival had become an instinct. By the time he realized what was happening, he had already opened his dry, cracked lips, wanting only to lick the few drops of water on the soles of the demon's feet to quench his thirst.

Before they could even touch, Lu Yi suddenly reached out, grabbed Xie Rong's ankle, and pulled her back.

Xie Rong turned to look at the man, her beautiful face darkening: "What are you doing? What, are you afraid your companion who came to rescue you will be humiliated? Want to take his place?"