Chapter 32 After abandoning the rebellious villain 32 You are so sensitive, Master.
Fu Wei thought he was going to die. After all, Feng Lingwu hated him so much that he was willing to create such a big drama. But he didn't. When he was about to cut his throat with a dagger, Feng Lingwu grabbed the blade first.
The sharp blade cut his palm, black blood dripped and bloomed like a lotus, but he still held it tightly until Fu Wei let go of the dagger.
Feng Lingwu looked at his hands covered in dirty black blood and smiled eerily:
"I'm not afraid of death."
Fu Wei simply regarded this as Feng Lingwu's revenge. He smiled softly, his voice still as gentle as it had been seven years ago: "If you can't bear to see me do it myself, you can do it yourself."
Even the look in his eyes was as if he was looking at a disobedient child, as if he could accept whatever Feng Lingwu did to him.
All the grudges suddenly became relieved at this moment.
At least Fu Wei really wanted to save his life, but Feng Lingwu was reluctant to do so.
Feng Lingwu: "Fu Wei, do you really want to die?"
Fu Wei shook his head: "I owe you this."
Feng Lingwu suddenly laughed and said sarcastically, "Is it because of Minister Chu?"
Fu Wei looked at him in confusion.
Feng Lingwu asked, "Trading your own life for Chu Xiangzhi's, huh? If it were only Chu Xiangzhi trapped there seven years ago, you certainly wouldn't have left without looking back. Even if you couldn't save him, you would have died with him, right?"
Fu Wei's lips moved, but she couldn't say anything.
He is no longer the same person he was seven years ago, so he doesn't know what choice he will make. But if he were the person he is now, he would never abandon Feng Lingwu even if he died.
Feng Lingwu took all this as a tacit agreement: "It seems that Chu Xiangzhi is really important to you."
Fu Wei: "You are important to me too."
Feng Lingwu: "Do you believe this?"
Forget it, he didn't expect Feng Lingwu to forgive him. Can you believe him?
Fu Wei smiled bitterly: "Since you don't want me to die, what else do you want to do? You can tell me, and I will agree to it."
Feng Lingwu became interested. He lifted Fu Wei's chin with his finger and said meaningfully, "Anything is fine."
Fu Wei raised her eyes to look at him: "Yes."
Just when Fu Wei thought Feng Lingwu would continue to make things difficult for her, Feng Lingwu, contrary to his usual behavior, agreed.
"OK."
Fu Wei looked at him in surprise.
Feng Lingwu raised his hand lightly, and the black energy quickly threw Chu Xiangzhi and the others off the stage.
Feng Lingwu took out a silver bracelet from his arms. It was engraved with a light blue gem and surrounded by a circle of lily of the valley flowers. There were also two silver bells, one large and one small, hanging on it. Compared with the black air surrounding Feng Lingwu, the bracelet emitted a faint silver light.
Fu Wei recognized it immediately: "Soul-trapping bracelet?"
Feng Lingwu fiddled with the two small bells, saying frivolously, "Aren't you letting me do whatever I want? But what if you regret it? After all, you're Yao Ling Zhenjun. Even if you've lost most of your spiritual power, there are still ways to regret it if you want to, right?"
"Take this and I'll trust you."
"Okay." Fu Wei reached out to take the bracelet, but Feng Lingwu grabbed her wrist instead. Feng Lingwu pressed a red mole on her fingertip, as if on purpose. Seeing that Fu Wei didn't react, Feng Lingwu pinched Fu Wei's fingertips again, and then put the bracelet on Fu Wei with satisfaction.
The silver bracelet is worn on the fair wrist, and the bell rings with every step, which makes people imagine a lot.
Fu Wei: "Is it okay?"
"Okay."
Feng Lingwu suddenly couldn't let go of it. He held Fu Wei's jade-white fingers and played with them slowly, as if he was playing with an antique jade piece.
Fu Wei bent his fingers slightly, feeling something was strange, and tried to pull his hand away.
But this action made Feng Lingwu's expression cold, and he said in a cold voice: "It seems that Master doesn't like to contact me."
It's not that I don't like it, but it feels weird.
In the past, Fu Wei would at most rub Feng Lingwu's head, or at worst hold his hand when Feng Lingwu was acting coquettishly. Later, even if they slept in the same bed, there was still a huge gap between them.
Fu Wei just said: "No, I just think it's inappropriate."
"If it's not suitable for me, then who is suitable? Chu Xiangzhi?"
"It has nothing to do with him." Fu Wei explained.
Feng Lingwu looked at the people below who were trying to climb up, then looked at Fu Wei who had no idea that he had fallen into a trap, and laughed happily.
"Don't you want to know what I want from you?"
"All I wanted from the beginning to the end was you, my good master!"
Facing Fu Wei's puzzled gaze, Feng Lingwu pinched Fu Wei's chin and lowered his head to kiss her.
The moment the soft lips touched, sparks exploded in the eyes of Feng Lingwu and Fu Wei. Unlike Feng Lingwu's throbbing and the joy of kissing these long-desired lips for the first time, Fu Wei's pupils constricted and she was stunned.
He almost forgot to breathe, his mind went blank, and his slightly open lips gave Feng Lingwu the opportunity to commit atrocities, and he was ruthlessly invaded.
Like a wild beast, Feng Lingwu completely held Fu Wei in his arms, feeling the sweetness and softness on his lips, which was a thousand times more delicious than he had imagined. Hungrily, he pried open his teeth, hooked his tongue, and licked, kissed, bit, sucked and possessed him like a hungry wolf.
Fu Wei's eyes were blurred with tears from the kiss. He wanted to resist, but he couldn't even breathe. His hands were trapped in front of him by the bracelets. He had not yet learned to breathe through his nose while kissing. He tried to lean back, but Feng Lingwu pinched his neck, forcing him to raise his fragile neck and be forced to accept Feng Lingwu's repeated plunder.
Because of the height difference, she was forced to stand on tiptoe, and tears flowed down the corners of her red eyes like dewdrops.
With the soul-trapping bracelet on him, Fu Wei is no better than an ordinary person.
This was the first time he experienced the feeling of being at the mercy of others and unable to resist.
It was brought to him by his apprentice whom he raised since childhood.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and they immediately shouted: "Feng Lingwu, how dare you be so presumptuous!"
"Feng Lingwu, how dare you betray your master and ancestors? This is simply treason!"
"Feng Lingwu, let go of my brother, I'm going to kill you!"
No one expected that Feng Lingwu would have such thoughts about Fu Weisheng, so they all spoke out to stop him.
But Feng Lingwu ignored them.
It was not until Fu Wei's eyes went dark and she was almost out of breath that Feng Lingwu let go of Fu Wei reluctantly. He used his fingertips to stroke the lips that were red from his kiss and wiped away the silver hair at the corners of her lips.
"Master, do you like my way of revenge?"
Fu Wei was panting, his eyes red and bloody, his eyes blurred with tears. He clutched Feng Lingwu's clothes tightly, and after a long while he said, "Feng Lingwu, do you know... what you are doing? You are simply... simply..."
"What?" Feng Lingwu licked his lips.
"Great treason..."
I don’t know if it was because of lack of oxygen, or because he was extremely angry, or because Feng Lingwu did something, but Fu Wei fainted after saying this.
With his sweetheart in his arms, Feng Lingwu felt even better.
Fu Wei was unconscious. Chu Xiangzhi's eyes were bloodshot and he didn't pretend anymore: "Feng Lingwu, the hatred for stealing my wife is irreconcilable. I will kill you!"
The spiritual power in Chu Xiangzhi's hand condensed into a long sword and attacked Feng Lingwu.
But it didn't work at all. Feng Lingwu just waved his sleeves and Chu Xiangzhi was knocked away. He rolled off the platform again, looking miserable.
Zhuge An and Zhang Ningyan quickly supported the man and looked at Feng Lingwu in disbelief:
"How did you become like this?"
"Feng Lingwu, this is your master!"
Chu Xiangzhi looked at Feng Lingwu with bloodshot eyes: "Feng Lingwu, you are betraying your master and ancestors, and committing treason. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Feng Lingwu hugged Fu Wei's slender waist with one hand and kissed her between the eyebrows ostentatiously. He looked down at Chu Xiangzhi, who was like an ant, and sneered: "Then may heaven strike you with lightning, hahahahahahaha."
"Speaking of heaven being struck by lightning, Mr. Chu, you stole my spirit bones, so it's time to return them."
As the words fell, Chu Xiangzhi was strangled by Feng Lingwu in mid-air and lifted high. The dagger that had been with Feng Lingwu for many years went straight to Chu Xiangzhi's spine and dug out the spiritual bone.
Feng Lingwu held the pale white spiritual bone in his palm and crushed it hard. Chu Xiangzhi was pressed to his feet like garbage.
"Now it's your turn to experience what it feels like to be trash."
Feng Lingwu kicked Chu Xiangzhi hard in the heart again.
Chu Xiangzhi was already seriously injured, and now his bones had been dug out and he was dying. He lay on the ground like a dead dog and fainted.
Zhuge An, Zhang Ningyan and others were watching from the audience, trying to stop it all, but they were suppressed by Feng Lingwu's ghost energy and could not move. They looked at the scene in disbelief.
They never thought that Feng Lingwu would become like this.
Is this still the Feng Lingwu who would act coquettishly to Fu Wei and ask for candy?
They felt a wave of sadness in their hearts.
Chu Xiangzhi is half dead, it should be their turn next.
But Feng Lingwu didn't. He looked at the mess and the frozen spectators and said quietly, "True Lord Yao Ling's power has been sealed, and he can't protect himself. Minister Chu's spirit bones have been destroyed, and he's seriously injured and unconscious. Let's call off this wedding."
Changing the subject, Feng Lingwu said happily, "But if you're willing, I also welcome you to come to the Feng family to attend Fu Wei and my wedding."
Zhuge An, Zhang Ningyan and others were silent. They could not beat Feng Lingwu, nor did they dare to be the first to speak out, let alone disobey Feng Lingwu openly, so they chose to remain silent.
Feng Lingwu was not angry: "If you don't want to, forget it, I have my master."
A black vortex door slowly appeared, Feng Lingwu walked in holding Fu Wei, and left Qingyun Mountain.
As Feng Lingwu left, the spell that had immobilized the wedding scene was lifted. Everyone came back to their senses, looking at the scene in disbelief, whispering to each other:
"Where is Master Yao Ling? What's going on?"
"Master Chu? Hey, how come Master Chu is injured? He's bleeding so much!"
"Why aren't Patriarch Zhuge and Miss Zhang talking? And the elders all seem injured..."
"What happened, what happened..."
There was chaos in Qingyun Mountain.
………………
When Fu Wei woke up, it was already night.
He sat in front of the dressing table, his body tied up and unable to move. Various jewelry and ornaments were placed on the table, and his appearance was reflected in the bright mirror.
There was no one around, and her face was bare, except for her long snow-white hair tied in a bun. On her head was a gorgeous hair crown that men wear when they get married, inlaid with various pearls and gems, and it was truly magnificent. His clothes had also been changed, and she was wearing a wedding dress embroidered with auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes in gold and silver threads. It was even more gorgeous and complicated than the one that Chu Xiangzhi had made.
At this point, Fu Wei finally understood:
Feng Lingwu’s so-called revenge was not to kill himself or torture himself, but to possess himself.
Fu Wei felt powerless and confused. He didn't know how to face the situation or what to do, so he closed his eyes as if to escape.
He was waiting, waiting for Feng Lingwu to come.
After a while, Feng Lingwu came.
Feng Lingwu smiled happily: "How is it, do you like it?"
Fu Wei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes: "Ling Wu, do you know what you are doing?"
"Can't you see? Of course it's marriage."
He wore a gorgeous wedding dress similar to the one Fu Wei was wearing. He walked behind Fu Wei, placed his chin on her shoulder, and admired her outfit in the mirror. He smiled wantonly and asked slowly, "Do you like it?"
Seeing that Fu Wei didn't reply, Feng Lingwu slowly lifted the golden tassel on Fu Wei's hair crown and said tenderly, "I told you, I just need to persuade the bride well, and he will marry me."
Fu Wei's heart ached, his eyes filled with sorrow and disappointment. He said with great difficulty, "Ling Wu, I am your master..."
Feng Lingwu didn't care: "If you really want to be my master, it's not impossible."
Feng Lingwu was talking, but his big hands were wandering freely on Fu Wei's body, as if he was looking for the sensitive spots on Fu Wei's body, or as if he was teasing him.
"After we finish the ceremony and enter the bridal chamber, we can lie on the bed and be honest with each other. When I take you, I can call you Master."
Feng Lingwu felt Fu Wei's trembling, especially when he fell between her waist and legs, the corners of Fu Wei's eyes turned red as if bleeding.
Feng Lingwu licked his lips: "How sensitive, Master."
Dirty and vulgar language.
Fu Wei never thought that these words would come from his own apprentice, and that the person he was wantonly toying with was actually him. He suppressed the trembling in his voice and said, "Stop."
Feng Lingwu ignored it and became more arrogant: "Or do you prefer other titles? Master? True Lord? Or something else? Hmm?"
As if unwilling to face all this, Fu Wei closed her eyes again: "Don't say anymore."
Seeing that he was about to get too anxious, Feng Lingwu finally let go, straightened his messy clothes, and said with a smile: "Master really likes to be shy, but it doesn't matter. After we finish the ceremony, let this disciple help you correct this bad habit."
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