Chapter 69

The night was dark, and the drizzle was continuously falling, crackling against the window frames. The entire Qianmo Palace was covered with a layer of gloom. Subtle moans could be heard from the dark room, revealing intense pain, longing, and yearning.

"Brother, hold me..."

Ning Que sat cross-legged on the cold black stone with his eyes tightly closed. Fine beads of sweat covered his brows and eyes, dripping with his disordered breathing, soaking his exposed upper body.

His lips were black, and there was a terrifying murderous look between his brows, as if he was enduring great pain.

A ball of black gas appeared in front of the black stone, and the man in black who was formed by it showed a worried look on his face. He clenched his fists, restraining the urge to hug the person in front of him.

The air was gradually filled with humidity, and the panting sounds beside his ears were extremely irritating to his nerves. The man in black was distracted for a moment, and in that moment, his rationality was torn apart. He involuntarily approached but was forced back by a murderous aura and stopped two inches away from the painting on the wall.

Ning Que stretched out his hand, and his wide robe flew over to cover his soaked body. He waved his sleeves a few times, and the black-clothed man's cheeks were swollen, and blood in his mouth dripped down his chin.

"Who let you in?"

A sense of oppression swept over the man in black, and his chest felt tight. He knelt on the ground, blood seeping from his teeth. "I've been with you for four hundred years! Why can he do it, but I can't?"

Ning Que curled his lips, as if he had heard a huge joke, "What qualifications do you have to compare with him?"

The man in black had a sweet taste in his throat, "He died a long time ago!"

The air in the dark room suddenly condensed, and a terrifying demonic energy spread out. The man in black screamed and crawled on the ground trembling.

Ning Que stood up, and the man in black was forced to look up, and saw the cold murderous intent surging in the corners of his eyes.

"Why do you think I kept you by my side?" Ning Que spread out his five fingers, picked up the man in black and threw him out of the dark room. He looked at the man in the painting and muttered to himself, "Big Brother, I'll keep all your things..."

For several days, Wei Jian took Lu Shenxing for a stroll in several other gardens. He didn't come here often before, but this time he had a companion, so he wouldn't be at a loss no matter what happened, even though the new companion was a demon beast.

"The one in white is an immortal." Wei Jian raised his chin towards the pavilion opposite.

Hao Lian, who was sitting alone in the pavilion reading a book, had already noticed that he seemed to be very interested in Lu Shenxing and kept staring at Lu Shenxing.

"The immortal is watching you." Wei Jian looked surprised and couldn't help but suggest, "Let's go over there."

Lu Shenxing turned around and ran away, but his tail was pulled.

"My name is Wei Jian, and I live in Sixteenth Garden." Wei Jian bowed to Hao Lian. "This is my roommate, the beast."

Immortals are not concerned with worldly matters, so they probably don't care about these formalities. He didn't hold out hope, but listened to the gentle voice beside his ears, "Hao Lian."

One man, one immortal, one beast, they were of different races, the atmosphere was a bit awkward, there was nothing to talk about.

Hao Lian picked up a plate of snacks on the table and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Wei Jian was flattered. He quickly waved his hand and said, "You're welcome. I'm not hungry."

The next moment, the corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at the plate of snacks placed in front of the beast next to him, who still ignored him.

A plate of meat appeared in Hao Lian's hand.

The beast is a carnivore, and the blood in its body suddenly boiled. Lu Shenxing's face was gloomy and covered with thick gray hair. It was estimated that no one saw it.

Next, Wei Jian stared at the immortal who was feeding the animals tirelessly, while his companion looked unhappy the whole time.

"Can I touch you?" Hao Lian reached out and stroked the hair on Lu Shenxing's head, not feeling that her question was redundant at all.

Lu Shenxing's appetite was gone after being appeased. He jumped to the other end of the bridge and quickly disappeared.

Looking away, Hao Lian's eyes flashed with deep meaning. It was indeed very special to get that person's attention.

"I'll take my leave first." Wei Jian chased after him.

A few days later, Wei Jian was taken away. He leaned against the door frame and turned to look at Lu Shenxing, tears in his eyes, making it seem like a farewell between life and death.

"Hey, I'm leaving."

Goodbye, I won’t say goodbye. Lu Shenxing turned around.

Wei Jian, “…”

Wei Jian was terrified all the way. When he stopped, he had already thought of five or six ways to die, all of them cruel.

"grown ups."

Wei Jian couldn't guess what this devil was thinking, nor did he dare to guess. He knelt there cautiously without making a sound.

Ning Que took a sip of wine and asked, "Am I scary?"

Wei Jian shook his head like a rattle.

"Come here." Ning Que.

A hand climbed up his back and moved along his spine. Wei Jian's scalp went numb and his whole body tensed up.

Ning Que carelessly stroked the bone beneath his fingertips, "How is it?"

Wei Jian, who was covered in cold sweat, suddenly had a glimpse of something in his eyes and said with a smile, "You're talking about the 麣颩兽, it's very interesting, more like a human than my last roommate who could transform. It often has little tempers and even snores when it sleeps. It likes to eat that cake. I ate a piece once, and it was so sweet that it hurt my teeth. But when the immortal gave it to it that day, it didn't even look at it..."

Ning Que closed his eyes and said, "Get lost."

The bones hadn't been pulled out, and the skin was still there. Wei Jian was gasping for air, and the cold sweat on his body was chilled by the wind. He shivered. What had just happened? How could he not remember anything at all?

"Leave."

The demon next to him urged, but his tone did not reveal impatience. Who knows when one of the people in the garden will become a lady.

As soon as Wei Jian returned, he saw a huge figure standing at the garden gate. He trotted over and said, "It's okay, I'm fine. The Demon Lord just touched my back and didn't do anything to me."

Touching the back? And for so long? Lu Shenxing breathed heavily in displeasure.

"Are you angry?" Wei Jian blinked and whispered, "So you care about me so much. Alas, I'm a mean person. I've hidden so many things from you and tested you time and time again. My lord, I'm sorry. Let's be friends from now on."

Wei Jian started talking nonstop again, not even caring about his wet clothes. Lu Shenxing felt inexplicably uneasy, always feeling that something was going to happen. Finally, in the evening, it was his turn.

"Whatever the Demon Lord tells you to do, do it. Remember, don't resist!"

Lu Shenxing went to see Ning Que with Wei Jian's instructions, but was not taken to the main hall, but to a dark room. The demon who brought him here looked at him several times.

Ning Que flipped through the book without looking up, "Do your eyes still hurt?"

The sky above Lu Shenxing's head darkened. A slightly cool hand pressed against his eyes. A cold voice came from above his head, "Does it hurt?"

The force was still increasing, and Lu Shenxing's eyes were rolling uncontrollably. He smelled blood. Judging from the situation, Ning Que wanted to dig out his eyes alive.

"Do you know how painful it is to have your body split, broken, and reassembled over and over again?" Ning Que sighed softly. "You can't even accept the fact that you're about to lose your eyes."

Lu Shenxing's breathing stagnated, and the hair on his body hid his emotions at the moment.

"It must hurt." Ning Que took a handkerchief and wiped Lu Shenxing's eyes, carefully wiping off the blood. His movements were gentle, as if the murderous intent from the previous moment was an illusion.

His vision gradually recovered and Lu Shenxing saw the painting on the wall.

"Did you see that?" Ning Que nodded slightly, "These are all my senior brothers."

Lu Shenxing's heart was filled with turbulent waves, which eroded his nerve endings in an instant. Four hundred years was long enough, long enough for Ning Que to become what he is now.

"I hope to go boating with my senior brother one day, just the two of us." Ning Que walked to a painting. In the painting, there was a green lake. On a floating boat, two men were snuggling together intimately, and a few water birds were standing there. It was peaceful and beautiful. This was a scene he had experienced countless times in his dreams.

"He's practicing swordplay." Ning Que looked at another painting next to him. "That day, I was hiding behind a pillar and saw him holding his sword incorrectly, without even realizing it. I knew then that he wasn't the senior brother I knew, but another soul."

Lu Shenxing listened to Ning Que describe each painting in a steady tone, and his temples swelled and ached.

Ning Que turned his back to Lu Shenxing and looked out the window. On the branches of a banyan tree, two sparrows were stroking each other's feathers with their beaks. After a long time, his eyes became moist and red, and his face was wet.

"I hate him."

The overwhelming hatred was released from Ning Que's three words, seeping into every corner of the dark room. Lu Shenxing frowned, and things flashed through his mind quickly. He raised his claws and placed them on Ning Que's leg, retracting the sharp part and touching it lightly.

"Brother, as long as you come back, I won't hate you anymore..."

Ning Que lowered his eyelids, and a faint light flashed across his eyes, as if it was there and not there.

The next day, an unusual atmosphere filled the Qianmo Palace. The Demon Lord was holding a child and looking at flowers in the garden. He had a smile on his face and looked in a good mood, making the surrounding demons unable to believe their eyes.

The news came from somewhere that the child was the reincarnation of that person, and that the Demon Lord doted on the child. Everyone in the garden showed expressions of relief, with only a few feeling disappointed.

Lu Shenxing also heard it. His first thought was that it was Bai Fengqi's reincarnation. Later, he thought that it was not right. Ning Que, the reincarnation of Bai Fengqi, should have been found long ago and knew that it was not the same person.

"I can go home now." Wei Jian paced the room excitedly.

Lu Shenxing lay on the ground motionless, emitting a gloomy aura.

Everyone gathered again that night. Lu Shenxing saw the child sitting on Ning Que's lap, with his hands tightly around Ning Que's neck. He was timid, and curiosity was revealed in his big black eyes.

Ning Que lowered his head and kissed the child's hair, comforting him gently.

A nameless fire rose up, burning his whole body to ashes, and Lu Shenxing gasped for breath.

Ning Que suddenly unzipped the boy's collar, pinched his waist with one hand, and buried his head in his mouth to kiss him, oblivious to the surroundings.

Everyone opened their mouths wide, stunned.

With a bang, the table in front of Lu Shenxing broke into two pieces, and the fruits and dishes on it were all rotten. His eyes became terrifying.

Wei Jian was startled and looked at the monster beside him with a pale face. What was going on? Before coming here, he specifically said that tonight might be the last night in the demon world, so he just had to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Everyone gasped. This demon beast was seeking death. They couldn't help but feel terrified of the bloody scene that was to follow.

The child's ambiguous cry was heard. Most of her clothes had been peeled off, loosely covering her young body. No one had the leisure to admire her.

There was another huge noise in their ears, and they were frightened. The monster had gone crazy.

Wei Jian was stunned and forgot to stop it. He watched things develop in the worst direction. He closed his eyes and cried unconsciously. He didn't want to see the scene of his friend who he had finally gotten along with die.

Lu Shenxing was so shocked that his mind was in a mess. By the time he reacted, he had already sold himself out.

If Ning Que trusted that child more, he would have only one outcome.

Hao Lian, who was sitting in the corner, finished his last sip of wine. He raised his eyes and saw that the man above him was not angry, but smiling instead.

It seems that he guessed right.

Ning Que waved his hand, and the child in his arms disappeared, and a feather fell lightly.

A creepy laugh was heard, Ning Que raised the corner of his mouth, he stood up and walked towards Lu Shen step by step.

Lu Shenxing's temples twitched and his vision went dark.