Chapter 22

It was a bright spring day with a gentle breeze. In Sanshi Mountain, a young man in black walked slowly towards us.

The young man was none other than Lu Shenxing, who was almost forgotten by the system.

He fiddled with the gaps between the pine trees on both sides, and a stone staircase appeared, layer upon layer, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Ningxiang's eyes widened. How could the young master break the Youlong Fort's formation? Wasn't it said to be extremely terrifying? He seemed so casual...

"Don't just stand there like an idiot."

Lu Shenxing stepped onto the stone steps.

Less than halfway through the walk, beads of sweat began to form on Ningxiang's nose. She propped herself up on her knees and gasped, "Master, will using Qinggong really trigger the mechanism?"

"Fake." Lu Shenxing walked briskly.

Ningxiang was speechless and choked with emotion.

Lu Shenxing stopped and stood up straight, "Here I come."

Ningxiang was just about to ask what was coming when she saw a tall man with an unparalleled appearance, as pure as snow, and his bright red wedding dress looked so evil.

After knowing the identity of the person, she nervously took a defensive posture, but found that the man was still looking at the boy beside her. The coldness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by another extremely subtle emotion, almost excitement and burning.

For two years, Hua Bo repeated Shen Cheng's name in his ears, and Lu Shenxing was forced to face the fact that he did not regard Shen Cheng as the lord of the castle, and the other party did not just regard him as a servant.

"I'm back."

"Um."

Simple and direct dialogue, familiar tone.

Ningxiang's tense body relaxed, and she secretly put back the Bai Ling knife hidden between her fingers. She suddenly understood what Hua Bo refused to tell her.

The sun gradually set in the west, and Youlong Fort was decorated with big red lanterns and auspicious characters pasted on its walls, with a strong atmosphere of joy everywhere.

Everyone smiled at Lu Shenxing, and their eager eyes made him feel uneasy.

After passing through the winding corridor, there was a specially prepared auditorium. Liuhuo Weiyang and others stood on the left and right, and they all looked at the young man standing shoulder to shoulder with the castle lord.

The hall, the groom, everything is ready, only the bride is missing.

Suddenly having an extremely bad premonition, Lu Shenxing turned around and ran, but before he could dodge, his acupoint was blocked by a hand.

Ningxiang stood there, staring blankly at him. Should she save him or not? She bit her lip, thinking it made no difference. The look in the man's eyes made it clear that the young master couldn't escape her today.

"Sir, you are going to be a bride."

These words seemed to turn on a switch, and a wave of congratulations came towards Lu Shenxing, and he felt like he was struck by lightning.

Liuhuo laughed heartily and said, "Xiaoyi, I haven't seen you for two years. You've grown taller."

His facial muscles twitched, and Lu Shenxing's expression became extremely ugly. His eyes turned into countless flying knives that could cut through iron like mud and shot towards Shen Cheng's face.

A maid came over with a wooden tray, "Lord of the Castle."

As everyone stared in amazement, Shen Cheng picked up the wedding dress stacked on top and put it on Lu Shenxing. He then gently placed his long black hair behind his shoulders and tied it up with a red hairband.

The loose red clothes set off the young man's slender and handsome figure, and his long eyes were filled with dark clouds and terrifying anger.

Ningxiang, who was hiding aside, murmured, "Young Master is so beautiful——"

Suddenly, a sharp gaze came at her, and the blood drained from her face. She quickly looked away, lowered her head, and kept silent.

A piece of red cloth was draped over his head, and veins on Lu Shenxing's forehead bulged. All he could see was a single color.

"The auspicious time has arrived—" the oldest hall master excitedly raised his neck and shouted, "Please welcome the bride and groom!"

Amid the sound of music, Shen Cheng picked up Lu Shenxing and walked into the auditorium. The hem of his red dress swayed and bumped in the wind.

What happened next was a drama, full of excitement. Lu Shenxing felt bored and confused amidst the repeated congratulations. He, a man with a fear of marriage, actually got married.

Everyone in Youlong Fort knelt down and shouted in unison, "Congratulations, Lord! Congratulations, Madam!"

Wei Yang said respectfully, "I wish the castle lord and his wife a happy and loving marriage."

Shen Cheng nodded, "Reward."

Liuhuo also came up to ask for a reward, "I wish the Lord and his wife a happy marriage with a son soon."

The atmosphere suddenly changed. Everyone present looked at each other, then looked away, trying to reduce their presence for fear of being implicated.

Having said the wrong thing, Liuhuo touched his nose awkwardly and said, "I will accept the punishment right away."

"Just this time." After saying that, Shen Cheng disappeared from the spot holding Lu Shenxing.

The people who stayed behind were surprised that the castle lord had really changed.

In the bamboo garden, every blade of grass and every tree remains the same as before, except for the addition of a brightly colored peach tree.

The bedroom was ablaze with red light. A large red silk bed curtain hung at the head of the bed, embroidered with a dragon and a phoenix, double happiness, which looked lifelike. Many dates, peanuts, longans, and lotus seeds were scattered on the couch, and one corner of the wedding quilt was covered with a piece of white cloth.

Shen Cheng fed Lu Shenxing the wedding wine, and its mellow and sweet aroma spread in the air.

The moment the acupoints were untied, Lu Shenxing jumped on Shen Cheng and clamped his hands and feet. The anger brought by the emotion made his face look very scary. "Are you crazy?"

Shen Cheng pursed his thin lips into an arc, which was different from his usual coldness and contained an imperceptible indulgence.

As long as he lived, he would keep this child under his own eyes. He wanted to worship heaven and earth and share the same sect with the child until death. The thought was so strong that it seemed like a regret left over from his previous life. He wanted to fulfill his wish in this life even at the cost of everything.

Unable to beat or scold, Lu Shenxing suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette. He kicked the bed in annoyance, and the mechanical sound that had disappeared for two years suddenly popped up in his mind without warning.

"Ding, congratulations, Mr. Lu."

As if a layer of cold water was poured on him, Lu Shenxing's anger subsided. The matter that had troubled him for two years was brought out and placed in front of him, and he was eager to know the result.

"Show me your feet."

Faced with this strange and unreasonable request, Shen Cheng just raised his eyebrows slightly.

Lu Shenxing held Shen Cheng's ankle in his palm, rubbing it inch by inch along the curve, as if thinking about something.

Shen Cheng's eyes were half closed, and his breathing was becoming disordered at a terrifying speed.

A layer of darkness slowly crept up between his brows. When his ankles were released, the fiery warmth disappeared, and he felt a little lost.

Lu Shenxing wiped his face fiercely, his gaze fixed on Shen Cheng's lightly pursed lips. An inexplicable meaning was growing, instantly confusing his thoughts.

Two seconds later, Lu Shenxing grabbed Shen Cheng's collar and pulled him closer.

Shen Cheng was forced to lower his head, and felt a pain on his lips. In his lowered eyes, there was an unconcealable shock, confusion, and unconscious memories, and fascination.

From the exploration of lips and tongue, to the deep grinding and heavy sucking, tightly and seamlessly combined, Lu Shenxing kept looking at Shen Cheng, with blazing flames dancing in his eyes.

It felt wonderful, and also unmistakably familiar.

Shen Cheng's chest rose and fell, and his breathing was slightly panting. Ever since he mastered the Wind-Breaking Art, his desires could be controlled at will, and gradually forgotten. He couldn't remember how long it had been.

His body was screaming madly, empty, longing, and hot, but his expression was indifferent. "Why do you do this?"

At a young age full of vigor and vitality, Lu Shenxing's reaction was even greater. He took a deep breath and tugged at his big red shirt, and his meaning was clear.

Shen Cheng was silent. Although this answer was not what he wanted, it still sounded pleasing to him.

The two looked at each other, their breath was tainted with each other's scent, and the atmosphere around them was quietly filled with ambiguity.

Lu Shenxing narrowed his eyes. The man in red lying under him, who was only an inch away, had an aloof and aloof look. From his hair to his toes, he exuded an abstinence. But at this moment, his clothes were disheveled, his cheeks had a blush, his eyes were moist, and his lips were shiny.

Fatal temptation.

Maybe it was the wine, but Lu Shenxing got even harder. He swallowed hard, then leaned close to Shen Cheng's ear and asked in a voice like someone telling a ghost story, "Have you heard of 222?"

Shen Cheng shook his head, "No."

"000? 111? 333? Or something like that?" Lu Shenxing's voice dropped even lower, and he asked with a look of astonishment, "Do you know the system?"

Shen Cheng was confused, "I don't know."

Lu Shenxing's scrutinizing gaze instantly turned to Shen Cheng. After a moment, he frowned. He was conscious, not crazy or stupid, and it was impossible for him to be confused.

"Let me see your back garden."

Shen Cheng didn't understand what was going on. When his clothes were lifted up, his ears hidden in his hair turned red. His brows were slightly furrowed because of discomfort and slight pain.

Perhaps because he felt the candlelight was annoying, or perhaps because he felt uncomfortable, Shen Cheng waved his sleeves, and Lu Shenxing, who was blown away several times, dodged reflexively.

“…”

"Don't be afraid." Shen Cheng raised his hand and placed it on Lu Shenxing's back, stroking it up and down, with a calm attitude of "I won't move, you can do whatever you want."

Lu Shenxing twitched his lips, acting as if he was the one who was touched on the door.

The red candle went out, the bed curtains dropped, and the peanuts and red dates on the couch were all rolled into the corner. Shen Cheng closed his eyes, his breathing was restrained and light, and he had a vague illusion that he had experienced it before.

"Found it."

Lu Shenxing reached out and touched it, measuring the diameter with one finger.

It’s even smaller than the door at Xin Liang’s house.

After the examination, his suspicions were confirmed. The past events came back vividly to his mind. It was so painful that Lu Shenxing's balls softened. He chuckled coldly and said without turning back, "I'll go sleep next door."