Chapter 116 Bodhi Tree Has No Tree, So What Kind of Delicate Wolf Was Raised? ...

A prolonged feeling of suffocation arises.

Lou Yan didn't hear himself let out a difficult breath for a long time. He raised his hand, his fingertips trembling as he touched the round scar.

A round, bloody, deep-seated old wound that exposes the bone.

yes……

It's the mark of the spine being removed.

Lou Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and for a moment she seemed to be losing her mind. She had to muster all her rationality to barely maintain her figure and avoid touching that horrifying wound.

After a long while, his hands trembled as he formed a mudra for observing things, enveloping Heng Qichun's lumbar spine in black mist.

He leaned forward, his gaze passing through Heng Qichun's flesh and looking directly at the spine that supported Heng Qichun's walking, sitting, and lying down.

It was a bone no different from any of the disciples of the immortals, devoid of any divine quality.

Why did his hair turn white for no reason?

Why couldn't he withstand the common cold that only ordinary people catch?

Why was he struck by lightning, his meridians nearly shattered, and even the most basic spells unable to withstand it?

Because he had lost his divine essence and become just an ordinary mortal.

For a long time, Lou Yan was completely unaware of his own existence.

There was no sound of his heartbeat, his breathing, or even the trembling of his limbs. It was as if he existed in the world in a daze, still a wisp of soul wandering in the void after his death two hundred years ago, never belonging to this time and space.

Those empty thoughts were finally awakened by a wisp of warmth. Lou Yan's thoughts returned, and she trembled slightly as she raised her hand to touch her cheek. Her burning fingertips were immediately enveloped by something even hotter.

He looked down and realized it was a tear.

He hadn't cried in a long time.

Lou Yan paused for a moment, finally remembering what he was doing. His suspicions were confirmed, but he didn't want to do anything for the time being.

He simply knelt down on the bed once more, leaning forward as far as possible, pressing his upper body against Heng Qichun's back.

Skin to skin, heat and coolness mingled, foreheads pressed together, against that old scar.

He felt as if an invisible hand was churning inside his chest, disturbing his spiritual energy, gripping his heart, and squeezing it until it bled.

Lou Yan's lips moved slightly, and she opened them silently.

Why...?

In two lifetimes, he changed identities several times, from a demon wolf to a disciple of the immortal sect, and from a cultivator to a demon in one day.

He had given birth to a demon tail, nurtured immortal veins, developed a dantian, and also grew demon bones.

He knew.

Whether it is a god or a demon, removing this bone from one's body, which is essential for maintaining life, is tantamount to walking through the gates of hell.

If God were to take the bones, only the remaining divine grace would be left to sustain him, maintaining this divine dignity.

Those divine blessings and spiritual veins will gradually dry up until one day, they will become ordinary people.

Lou Yan seemed to have lost all her strength, and slowly lay down on her side next to Heng Qichun, gazing intently at his pale face.

He raised his hand and touched Heng Qichun's eyelashes.

Master, so in this life, when you punish demons and eliminate evil, are you only using the little bit of divine power you have left?

Just...

Before the thought could even form, Lou Yan's fingertips twitched violently, and she pulled her hand back as if it had been burned.

—Heng Qichun woke up.

Those clear eyes slowly opened, their long eyelashes brushing against Lou Yan's palm, which was covered by her hand, before their clear eyes looked over.

Lou Yan held his breath.

On this clear morning, with the sun setting and the morning mist about to dissipate, he once again met his master's gaze—a gaze that did not belong to a god, but merely that of an ordinary person.

Heng Qichun frowned, looking at the unusually quiet wolf cub in front of him, and blurted out, "Has it acted up again?"

Lou Yan didn't ask why her master was so cold to her. She squeezed out a delicate "humph" from her nose, then twisted her body on the bed, reached out and wrapped her arms around Heng Qichun's neck, burying her fluffy head completely in her master's arms.

The warm touch felt both strange and familiar. Heng Qichun was stunned by his sudden embrace. After a moment, he had no choice but to raise his hands and gently stroke Lou Yan's back with his hands, which had been restrained not long ago.

What happened?

Just now, wasn't he arrogantly imprisoning himself and using a spell to drain his own spiritual energy?

How come you've come back to this pathetic state after just one nap?

Even more hateful things have been done to this extent, and I still have to comfort him.

What kind of delicate, spoiled wretch are you raising?

Heng Qichun sighed softly, and adhering to the principle of raising the troublesome child he had picked up, he humanely turned the little wolf cub around and sat up, hugging the person's back.

I lay there all night, and my back is killing me.

“I’ve done it all, I’ve used it all, and the evil control spell has been cast on me…” Heng Qichun slowly gathered a breath of spiritual power, used the little remaining divine essence to smooth out his meridians, and then gently pinched Lou Yan’s nape.

He asked Lou Yan, "Why are you being so coquettish again?"

Lou Yan finally pulled her head out of Heng Qichun's arms. Without saying a word, she stared intently at Heng Qichun, her scarlet eyes gradually welling up with tears.

She looked quite aggrieved.

Heng Qichun frowned.

His reaction was really strange.

The anxiety in his sleep became increasingly apparent. Although Heng Qichun was unwilling to speak, he figured Lou Yan's mind wouldn't understand those roundabout words. After a moment's thought, he spoke directly: "Or did you... discover something?"

Lou Yan did not answer.

He knelt on the bed, and in this close position, he raised his hand, his large knuckles tapping on the back of Heng Qichun's neck.

She then pressed herself against him and kissed him when Heng Qichun was completely unprepared.

Unlike the previous haphazard kisses.

This time it was a careful, tentative, and tender kiss.

The slippery tongue intertwined with the lips and teeth, and the heat spread and enveloped them in an instant, making the mouth and teeth sticky and unable to speak for a moment.

Heng Qichun actually enjoyed this kind of kiss.

He tilted his head back, exposing his most sensitive Adam's apple to the air, his lips and teeth constantly sucking and panting, as if he wanted to swallow and exhale Lou Yan's heat before he would be satisfied.

In the heat of passion, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, resenting that the light of day couldn't be reversed, that he could return to the tender moments of the previous night in bed, and that those shackles could once again bind his hands and feet.

"Well……"

A soft gasp escaped from his throat, and Heng Qichun finally regained a moment of rationality amidst the friction.

His gaze naturally shifted downwards, landing on the wolf cub's eyes, which had turned red from kissing.

Those defiant eyes still held an upward tilt, the corners of them red, a beauty mark dangling precariously from the corner of her eye, accompanied by a tear overflowing from her eye socket.

The little wolf cried.

Heng Qichun's heart stirred.

Suddenly, I felt that all the questions I hadn't asked and the answers I hadn't yet found were unnecessary.

What does it matter what Lou Yan wants to do? What does it matter what Lou Yan knows?

His little wolf truly knelt before him, not turning against him as master and disciple because of his fall into the demonic path, but truly growing into a mature and steady wolf.

fine.

Heng Qichun lowered his eyes, once again gazing at the world with a compassionate look, but this time he was looking at his lover.

The wind has ceased.

Time seemed to pause for a fleeting moment, before their lingering gazes could even meet.

The next instant, Heng Qichun's eyes widened suddenly.

— Countless crimson butterflies gathered behind him and surged toward Lou Yan's back.

With a "plop" sound.

It disappeared into the back of the heart.