Chapter 7 The Southern Frontier Holy Son Obsessed with Gu Poison

Xie Rong pinched the fabric, brought it to his nose, and smelled it, then frowned.

Where is the powdery scent?

He turned around and stared at Lu Yi.

He has never used any perfume or face powder, yet this scoundrel dares to slander him.

What perfume scent? It's clearly mocking his dirty clothes.

Xie Rong tilted his head and smiled, "According to you, wouldn't the clothes I'm wearing be even dirtier?"

Lu Yi hesitated for a moment, "Right?" Unwashed things are naturally cleaner than unwashed ones.

Xie Rong stopped laughing and tore a strip of cloth from the hem of her back sash, revealing her previously partially exposed slender waist.

Lu Yi quickly looked away.

This scoundrel is so immoral!

"Pry open his mouth," Lu Yi heard only a cold voice before two drug slaves roughly pried open his mouth and stuffed the strip of cloth, smeared with who knows how much perfume powder and worn by Xie Rong, into his mouth before releasing him.

Lu Yi's mouth was completely stuffed with the soft fabric, so he couldn't spit it out and didn't dare to speak, for fear that he would ingest the perfume powder on his clothes.

Seeing the man's disheveled appearance, Xie Rong finally felt relieved. He propped his chin up with one hand, a wicked smile curving his lips that he couldn't suppress.

But after waiting for a long time, he still didn't receive any notification about the mission progress.

The man knelt at his feet, his eyes bloodshot, his brow beaded with sweat, staring intently at him, his breath coming in muffled gasps.

"You...you actually used witchcraft on my clothes...you're despicable...you're frivolous..."

"System," Xie Rong asked casually, "what is he saying?"

He said you seduced him.

Xie Rong raised an eyebrow.

Aside from homosexuals, who would think a man is seducing them?

His homosexual love potion successfully took effect.

I never imagined that a semi-finished insect egg could be so useful.

Xie Rong was very satisfied.

Whether he cultivated in his past life or refined Gu in this life, as long as he puts his heart into it, he can achieve the ultimate.

In his past life, his master always said that he would have a bright future and achieve great things.

But what good is that?

It's just a stepping stone to becoming the protagonist, both in the past life and in this life.

A brilliant prodigy, shining brightly, suddenly falls into the mire, allowing himself to degenerate. In the end, he is either redeemed by the protagonist and becomes a mediocre follower, or dies at the hands of the righteous protagonist, leaving only a sigh of regret.

I imagine many people would enjoy watching this kind of drama, right?

But why him?

Why should everything he painstakingly achieved be used to benefit someone else?!

Xie Rong's smiling face gradually darkened. He pulled out the leather whip tied to his waist, stood up, and stopped in front of Lu Yi.

Their eyes met, Xie Rong smiled at him, and with her right hand holding the whip, she unexpectedly lashed it at the man.

A bright red welt, tearing through the flesh, was branded on the man's bulging chest.

With a muffled groan, Lu Yi looked up, his chest muscles heaving violently, staring straight at him.

[Main character's pain level +1]

Xie Rong cracked the whip twice more, then suddenly lost interest. He threw the whip aside, his eyes reddening as he glared at them, yelling, "Get out, all of you! Get out!"

In the Misty Valley, no one dared to provoke him. The door of the bamboo house opened and closed, leaving him all alone.

[The system has detected that the host's emotions have reached the threshold for loss of control. Should the task be paused?]

Xie Rong closed his eyes and leaned back in the armchair, supporting his head with one hand and resting the other on the armrest, his pale fingertips slowly tapping the armrest, ignoring the cold electronic voice of the main system in his mind.

After a moment, he exhaled softly, the redness in the corners of his eyes faded, and he raised his hand to take down a section of bamboo tube hanging in the room, piercing his fingertip.

The worms inside the bamboo tube smelled the familiar scent of blood and wriggled their plump bodies out to feed on his fingertips.

After finishing its meal, the worm affectionately rubbed against his fingers before obediently crawling back inside.

The white slime on his shoulder couldn't resist mimicking the Gu worm and rubbed against his cheek.

[If the host is still unhappy...] The system, its face still pressed against Xie Rong's cheek, said coyly, [I can sing a little tune for the host.]

Xie Rong grabbed the system and tossed it into a corner, ignoring it completely.

There were too many Gu worms in the bamboo house. Xie Rong was so sleepy that he could barely keep his eyes open after feeding them for a while. He also forgot to count the number of Gu worms. He casually opened the next bamboo tube, and to his surprise, a white, round slime forced its way out of the narrow bamboo tube and twisted around in his palm.

【I am also a little Gu worm of the host!】

Xie Rong pinched the system's body, which was deformed by the bamboo tube, and smiled, "Little Gu Worm System, you're so good."

The white slime covered its face, and its body gradually turned pink.

[Host, where are you going so late again?]

Xie Rong stepped out of the bamboo house, her pretty eyebrows raised with malice, "Of course I'm going to play with some guys who are pretending to be asleep."

Lu Yi was not pretending to be asleep tonight.

Instead, the whip marks on his chest burned so badly that he couldn't sleep even with his eyes closed, and he wondered what kind of madness that demon had gone mad this day.

Lu Yi had a tattered purple cloth strip tied around his wrist, as if it had been torn from his clothes.

No wonder he kept it tied to his body; who knows if that devil would beat him up again if he found out he'd lost it.

Lu Yi applied medicine to his chest with a blank expression, then lay on the couch with his eyes closed but could not sleep.

In the darkness, the sound of the door being pushed open was particularly abrupt.

He slowed his breathing without making a sound, his hands clenching tightly at his sides.

Her soft, warm body, carrying that familiar, sweet fragrance, slipped into his bedding and climbed onto his bed.

The demon sitting on him tonight seemed a little lighter than last night.

The man waited for a long time, but Xie Rong didn't kiss him.

[Host, what are you looking for?]

Xie Rong sat on the man's firm waist and abdomen, reached into the small pouch at his waist and rummaged around for a long time before pulling out a small triangle made of oiled paper.

He slowly unwrapped the oil paper, pinched up a little salt wrapped inside, and gently pressed it onto the man's exposed whip marks.

"...!"

The muscles under his fingertips tensed instantly, and the heat inside the bedding rose. Xie Rong seemed oblivious, only curling the corners of his mouth as he rubbed the salt into the wound, kneading it into his flesh.

[Protagonist's Pain Level +3]

Xie Rong crumpled the oiled paper and casually tossed it under the bed. The pain he had inflicted on the man tonight was enough to temporarily please him.

He lowered his head and leaned down, his nose touching the man's, but their lips remained just a hair's breadth apart and never touched.

At such close range, he could clearly see every drop of sweat that the man was holding back on his forehead and temples.

But unlike last night, their lips did not touch. Instead, he parted his red lips slightly and gently blew a breath at the man's face, which was so close to his.

Flirtatious, playful, her slender and graceful body pressed against a man's body and breathed on him in the dead of night, like a seductive ghost experiencing sleep paralysis.

Xie Rong patted the man's face, got up, threw back the covers, and left.

On the bed, Lu Yi clutched his chest, breathing heavily, his wound both painful and itchy.

The itch seeped into my heart and spread to every part of my body, as if thousands of worms were crawling in my veins, making it unbearable.

Lu Yi's thick eyebrows pressed down on his eyes. The scent of another person in the bedding seemed to float in a tangible way, blurring the disgust and hatred in his eyes and drifting into the whites of his eyes, turning into terrifying red blood vessels.

He was whipped during the day and sat on him at night, stroking his wounds.

How is the difference between giving a slap and then a treat and the methods used by the Xiaoling Division to subdue prisoners?