Chapter 12 The Southern Frontier Holy Son Obsessed with Gu Poison 12

"Isn't torturing me enough?" Lu Yi stared intently at him, tightening his grip on Xie Rong's ankle slightly, accidentally leaving several red finger marks on Xie Rong's ankle.

Wasn't it enough for Xie Rong to kiss one man? Did she want a second one?

“Your blood is precious,” Xie Rong said, trying to pull her ankle away but failing, so she simply kicked Lu Yi in the wound on his chest, “but your life is worthless.”

[Protagonist's pain level +5! Current pain level: 64]

Lu Yi clutched his chest, his face pale, blood seeping through the fabric between his fingers.

Xie Rong glanced at Jin Jiuzhou, and as if thinking of something, slowly curled the corners of his mouth.

He raised his foot and stepped on Jin Jiuzhou's face.

The other party had a vague suspicion, and a hint of anger appeared on his face, but he could only watch helplessly as Xie Rong slowly and deliberately shoved his face into the basin of water.

Waves surged, and Jin Jiuzhou coughed incessantly with his face submerged in the water. Xie Rong ignored him, tilting his head and smiling at Lu Yi.

As expected, their protagonist stared intently at the foot he was stepping on Jin Jiuzhou's head, his chest heaving with anger, his jaw clenched, and his face dark, as if he wished he could suffer in Jin Jiuzhou's place.

How painful it must be to watch helplessly as your companions who come to your rescue are humiliated, while you are powerless to help.

[Protagonist's pain level +5!]

"If you disobey me again, I'll torture him." Xie Rong lowered his eyes, looking at the man struggling at his feet, and laughed with pleasure.

“I will obey,” Lu Yi said in a hoarse voice.

"Kneel down."

Lu Yi knelt down.

Xie Rong waved to him again.

Lu Yi crawled forward on his knees.

Xie Rong knew that the love potion was also a factor, but it didn't matter.

When the time comes and the poison is neutralized, Lu Yi will look back on this period of time and fear that he will have suffered a fate worse than death.

He slightly bent his knuckles and gently brushed Lu Yi's face. "The weather is nice today. Teach your companions how to do their work."

Lu Yi raised her hand, encircled his wrist, and responded softly.

Absolute obedience, absolute compliance, and swallowing all hatred.

Perhaps this is the drug slave that Xie Rong is most satisfied with.

Xie Rong released Jin Jiuzhou.

Jin Jiuzhou knelt to the side, coughing violently. With each breath he took, the strange fragrance clung to his nasal cavity and internal organs.

But he was so thirsty that he couldn't resist licking the water droplets off his lips, and his arrogance crumbled into dust.

Having grown up pampered since childhood, even when he was in the military, no one dared to give this young general a hard time, but now he has been reduced to drinking this devil's foot bath water.

He even licked it himself.

Jin Jiuzhou looked down at his reflection in the basin of water.

His eyes were bloodshot and filled with hatred; his wet hair clung to his eyebrows and eyes, and his carefully styled ponytail was a mess.

He was like a drowning dog.

"Get out of here, all of you." The demon had had his fun and waved his hand.

Jin Jiuzhou was taken out of the bamboo house.

He followed behind a group of medicine slaves for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before stopping in front of a paddy field.

This field stretches as far as the eye can see, and occasionally egrets perch on the water, admiring themselves in the mirror.

The lake is right next to the fields, and its water flows through several small ditches into the fields.

Jin Jiuzhou saw many scions of prominent families he knew in the capital, who skillfully rolled up their sleeves and planted rice seedlings in the field.

Then I turned my head again.

Under the orange tree, Xie Rong took off his wooden clogs and leaned lazily against the bamboo rocking chair. The scorching sun could not reach his exposed, snow-white skin, and a gentle breeze caressed his temples, seemingly only for him.

He would occasionally open his eyes and see a medicine slave slacking off, then grab the whip at hand and lash out at them, beating and scolding them.

On Xie Rong's shoulder, a white slime was holding a small folding fan and fanning him vigorously.

[Host, is this breeze cool enough?]

Xie Rong closed his eyelids and hummed softly, "Not bad."

Jin Jiuzhou was wary and dared not stare for too long. He withdrew his gaze and gave a cold smirk.

Do they really think they're some kind of local tyrant?

"These rice seedlings are yours." Lu Yi picked up a basket of seedlings and tossed it to Jin Jiuzhou's feet.

“My hands aren’t for farming,” Jin Jiuzhou said, arms crossed, his brows furrowed.

"What a coincidence, I thought the same thing when I first arrived." Lu Yi turned and left.

Jin Jiuzhou stared at the rice seedlings in the basket, squatting on the ground and scratching his head in frustration.

Farming here is worse than being tied up in a bamboo hut and interrogated.

Didn't Xie Rong want to know who sent out the Gu worms? Why did he forget about it as soon as Lu Yi intervened?

Jin Jiuzhou's gaze swept back and forth between the two, making ambiguous speculations, when Xie Rong's whip came flying through the air and struck his back.

"If you don't finish planting this land, you won't get any food today." Xie Rong was wearing a straw hat woven with wildflowers. He raised his hand to hold the brim of the hat to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, and glanced at Jin Jiuzhou sideways.

Her face beneath the brim of the hat was delicate and fair, yet her words and actions were like those of a venomous woman.

Jin Jiuzhou gritted his teeth, shouldered the basket, and endured the nausea as he stepped into the sticky soil.

When the day comes that we destroy this devil's lair, I'll plant this bastard in the ground too!

Fortunately, he was a martial artist, and although he had never farmed, his physical strength was much greater than that of an ordinary man.

Before sunset, Jin Jiuzhou finally finished planting and ate his first meal in three days.

He ate voraciously, never having been this hungry even in the army.

Before he had even finished eating, Song Qingming walked up to him and said in a lukewarm tone, "The Valley Master wants to see you at the bamboo house."

Jin Jiuzhou frowned and reluctantly followed Song Qingming away.

It was already dark. The door of the bamboo house was tightly closed, and a faint candlelight, no bigger than a bean, shone through the window.

Jin Jiuzhou waited outside for a while, pacing back and forth, but the door never opened.

What is this devil up to now?

He looked around and saw that Song Qingming had already gone far away. He quietly approached the bamboo door and peered inside through the crack in the door.

The room was dimly lit by candlelight, casting the shadows of two people embracing on the wall.

Jin Jiuzhou's gaze lingered on the shadow for a moment before moving downwards.

Many slender bamboo tubes were hanging on the bamboo couch, and a delicate figure was hidden behind them.

The purple veil on his shoulders slipped down, revealing his fair and rounded shoulders. He sat facing the tall man on his lap, his hands casually around the man's neck, his head tilted back slightly, letting the man nibble and lick him.

The man kissing so passionately was none other than Lu Yi, who had been tortured by the demon during the day!

Suppressed breathing seeped through the crack in the door. Jin Jiuzhou's feet seemed nailed to the ground, his eyes welled up, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.

Why was Lu Yiqin so eager to kiss me? Was it really that easy? Could he have been bewitched?

While he was deep in thought, the kiss inside had already ended. After being kissed, the devilish man kicked Lu Yi off the bed.

The door to the bamboo house opened from the inside, and Jin Jiuzhou woke up as if from a dream, but it was too late to dodge, and he bumped into Lu Yi head-on.

Before Jin Jiuzhou could feel embarrassed, his gaze inexplicably swept past Lu Yi and looked inside.

Xie Rong sat on the edge of the couch, her clothes disheveled but unable to conceal the hickeys. She held a round fan in one hand and gently fanned herself. She glanced at him, then looked at Lu Yi with interest, as if she was expecting something.

At this moment, Jin Jiuzhou was absolutely certain that Xie Rong had deliberately sent him to witness this scene.

Is kissing Lu Yi not enough? Does she want to seduce him and be kissed by him?