Chapter 29: Feelings are the most unreasonable things in the world. Only you...
Yin Quan said, "It looks like Prime Minister Liu wants to lock you up."
The big moth that had not been seen for a long time suddenly made a sound, which scared Zhu Huai. He almost forgot about this big and fat white moth.
Yin Quan has no sense of existence. It is called a system, but it is more like a human-machine living in his mind that assigns him tasks.
Zhu Huai said, "Are you still here?"
Yin Quan twisted his butt and said, "You've been with Liu Xiang the past two days.
Due to permissions issues, I'm only now giving you the chance to remind you that you still have a mission to complete."
Obviously, when Liu Xiang and Zhu Huai were doing something, Yin Quan could not watch their communication.
Yin Quan shook his wings and buzzed a few times, suspecting that Zhu Huai had almost forgotten about him.
Zhu Huai was just about to comfort the neglected moth when he suddenly heard Liu Xiang say, "Who's talking?"
Yin Quan and Zhu Huai both paused for a moment. Liu Xiang raised his head from the crook of Zhu Huai's neck and looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze: "I seemed to hear a strange sound just now."
Zhu Huai was startled, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "No, I didn't hear anything."
Yin Quan was so scared that he crawled into his little bed, leaving only his big fat butt exposed, and began to tremble.
Liu Xiang said, "It sounds like some disgusting insect is buzzing."
Prime Minister Liu hated insects, so there were almost no insects to be seen in the Liu family's garden.
He felt uneasy at the thought of insects flying around in front of him, and at the thought of a disgusting, ugly big moth flying in the air.
Zhu Huai asked in surprise, "Are you afraid of insects?"
Liu Xiang suddenly stopped talking.
Zhu Huai came up to him, as if he had discovered something interesting. He reached out and grabbed a strand of Liu Xiang's hair, twisting it into a circle with his fingers.
Zhu Huai tilted his head and looked at Liu Xiang: "No way, are you really afraid of insects?"
Liu Xiang's eyes flickered slightly, and he said, "Maybe I heard it wrong."
"You're lying." Zhu Huai stared at him and laughed. He seemed to have discovered something very strange. Liu Xiang was actually afraid of insects. It was really interesting.
Seeing Zhu Huai staring at him, Liu Xiang couldn't hide it anymore, so he said, "Those small, disgusting things fly around everywhere. Not only are they noisy, they also get into the branches and leaves of plants and eat them.
There are messy scales all over the body, it's dirty and looks very annoying."
Vines spread out from the corners of the room, as if looking for something.
Liu Xiang really found a small moth in the corner. He had an expressionless face and slapped it to death with a vine.
After dealing with these nasty little creatures, Liu Xiang's expression returned to calm.
Yin Quan looked very aggrieved, and it didn't dare to flap its wings and buzz in front of Liu Xiang's real body.
Yin Quan said: "I'm not dirty. I'm different from other moths. I'm cute and clean."
Zhu Huai not only had to appease the god in front of him, but also had to appease the little moth in his head.
Zhu Huai said, "I know you are cute and clean. You look white and plump. You are a domesticated moth, different from other moths."
Yin Quan snorted and said, "My scale powder brings good luck. Feel it and see, it's not dirty at all."
As if to prove this, Yin Quan took the initiative to stretch out his furry little head and let Zhu Huai touch it.
Zhu Huai's hands were covered with fine scale powder. He didn't know whether it would bring good luck, but it felt really soft, like a soft pillow filled with wool.
But Yin Quan only let Zhu Huai touch her for a moment before going back inside.
Zhu Huai likes furry things very much. He has always been very patient with these furry creatures that look clean and cute.
"That's amazing." Zhu Huai said, "I feel like I've become much luckier."
After coaxing Yin Quan, Zhu Huai looked at Liu Xiang in front of him and said, "This is the first time I know you are afraid of these things."
Liu Xiang looked at his human and saw his somewhat arrogant expression. He felt itchy in his heart, as if he wanted to swallow Zhu Huai in one bite.
He even suspected that his lost heart had grown back. Liu Xiang turned around, tore open his chest with force, and searched inside, but still found nothing.
Zhu Huai didn't understand what he was doing furtively, so he went over to take a look. He saw the black-haired beast tearing its flesh, with blood oozing from between its fingers.
His chest was empty, with only tangled black silk threads inside, like a hollow jade-faced statue, beautiful on the outside but empty on the inside.
Liu Xiang and Zhu Huai made eye contact, and at that moment, Zhu Huai saw the truest inner self of Liu Xiang.
This is seeing through it in the physical sense. Liu Xiang stared at the person in front of him. Looking at the dazed expression on his face, he suddenly became curious about what Zhu Huai was thinking now. Would he be afraid?
Zhu Huai said, "It must be very painful."
He looked at Liu Xiang's empty chest and thought of how Liu Xiang had lost his internal organs when he was young and had to stay in the Liu family forever.
Thinking of this, Zhu Huai, who should have felt fear, could not feel the slightest fear. The rejection of aliens and non-human monsters was diluted by stronger emotions, and Zhu Huai's heart was clenched into a ball.
How did Liu Xiang manage to survive in this way for so many years?
Liu Xiang paused for a moment, realizing that Zhu Huai didn't seem to be afraid of him. On the contrary, there was an unspoken emotion in his gaze, as if he was pitying a fierce deity who ruled over a den of ghosts.
Such pity is against common sense, but Liu Xiang seemed to be wrapped in something warm, and found a safe haven where he could find refuge in those dark eyes.
A powerful god would not be moved by the pity of mortals, nor would he need such things.
Only the partner recognized by Liu Xiang, and only the gleam in the eyes of the person in front of him, can transform into some kind of irresistible force that truly falls on Liu Xiang and be accepted by him.
Feeling and accepting this compassion is a two-way process. Fortunately, Zhu Huai is not stingy in spending his emotions, and Liu Xiang is not opposed to accepting Zhu Huai's feelings.
If one party fails to extend a hand, the other party will feel disappointed, so in a sense, the relationship between them is very compatible.
Liu Xiang found humans very interesting, so he simply turned around. The dark threads overflowing from his chest continued to grow like proliferating tumor threads, and became more active than ever under Zhu Huai's gaze.
The lover's eyes seemed to be some kind of particularly delicious nourishment, making every silk thread play a frantic roar as it was pulled, just wanting to show itself in front of Zhu Huai.
Liu Xiang heard the excited breathing sound, and after two seconds, he realized that it was his own breathing sound.
Liu Xiang replied: "It doesn't hurt. I can't feel these things anymore."
Zhu Huai would rather he say it hurts.
Those things, as intricately intertwined as blood vessels, crisscrossed with countless threads, almost uncontrollably pounced on Zhu Huai's face the moment he approached.
For some reason, looking at Liu Xiang like this, Zhu Huai couldn't help but want to reach out his hand. His slender jade-white fingers fell on a thick black line, which felt smooth, as if he was touching Liu Xiang's body.
The feeling was so wonderful that Zhu Huai couldn't help but want to touch him and ask Liu Xiang if it hurt.
There was also a hint of anticipation in Liu Xiang's eyes. Unconsciously, most of Zhu Huai's arm had been swallowed up by the sticky black thread. The deeper he went, the more disturbing the touch became. The silk thread that closed and pulled open was like a huge mouth, eager to swallow the person in front of it.
When Zhu Huai realized that half of his body was engulfed by the overflowing black line, he came back to his senses from the state of enchantment and found that a second Liu Xiang was almost growing out of Liu Xiang's body.
This hideous monster seemed to have a pool of black flesh and blood extending from its body, wrapping around Zhu Huai's body. The sticky black water adhered to Zhu Huai's skin with a fierce force that sucked his bones and marrow.
Liu Xiang's real body was still sitting upright in the same place. Compared with the large pool of filth fermenting in his chest, his jade-colored face looked so holy, with a hint of divinity between his eyebrows.
The combination of extreme beauty and ultimate hideousness made Zhu Huai suddenly feel that he should be afraid, but when he looked at Liu Xiang in this state, he swallowed his saliva. Looking at the black water that was almost drowning his mouth and nose, Zhu Huai could not break free no matter what, nor did he feel any repulsion.
Zhu Huai said, "What are you doing? You're too clingy. Let me go first."
Liu Xiang observed him. Even if Zhu Huai showed a moment of panic, Liu Xiang could sense it and swallowed him completely without hesitation. But when the human lightly tapped his hand, grabbed a tentacle and touched it as if playing with it, these things in front of him were just like the most clingy puppies, wagging their tails in front of him.
Zhu Huai grabbed a tentacle and squeezed it. He asked, "Does this hurt you?"
Liu Xiang shook his head slightly. He almost wanted to sigh, immersed in such seamless contact with Zhu Huai. Not all pledged wives could tolerate the true appearance of their pledge master, but Liu Xiang was very lucky to have met a pledged wife who could tolerate him.
All the black lines in Liu Xiang's body surged up at once, surrounding Zhu Huai in the center like a black sea surrounding a falling moon. Zhu Huai pointed at each of the tentacles that protruded from his body and said, "It won't hurt, but will it feel like that?"
As he said this, the expression on his face suddenly changed, because those things that seemed extremely well-behaved in his hands just now were now licking his neck eagerly, smearing wet and sticky liquid all over his neck.
Zhu Huai felt pain in his buttocks instantly. He slowly stood up and shook his head to refuse. Liu Xiang said, "It won't hurt much."
Zhu Huai tried hard to push away all the tentacles that came up, but these things had extremely strong suction and stuck to Zhu Huai's body. Under such intense crowding, Zhu Huai actually had an illusion of warmth.
He felt like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth. The greedy gaze with a smile in Liu Xiang's eyes was like a bright dagger that wanted to pierce Zhu Huai's chest, nailing his body and soul to the altar and making him a sacrifice for Liu Xiang to enjoy.
Zhu Huai wanted to give up struggling, but he didn't expect that several bells would ring from inside the house at this moment.
The bell rang three times softly, as if someone wanted to see Prime Minister Liu. Zhu Huai seemed to have finally found a lifeline. He asked, "Is someone looking for you?"
Liu Xiang lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze filled with a certain strong force, as if to tear off a layer of Zhu Huai's skin. The more it came to this point, the more he couldn't be nervous. The bell rang again, and Zhu Huai said, "Let's go and have a look. Maybe it's something very important."
Liu Xiang closed his eyes. Such a simple action made Zhu Huai stare at him closely, not daring to look away. The god finally sighed and said, "The people of the Zhu family are always so annoying."
He looked like he already knew who wanted to see him. Zhu Huai finally pulled himself out of the black water. His black robe was torn off, revealing his round shoulders. He looked a little disheveled, but inexplicably had a touch of unconventional handsomeness. When Zhu Huai put on his clothes, he found that his fingertips were wet and his waist was covered with red marks.
He wrung out his clothes and felt that his cuffs were soaked. Liu Xiang was really difficult to deal with, too difficult to deal with.
He licked me until my body was covered with saliva. Zhu Huai suddenly thought of this and couldn't help but change his clothes.
When Zhu Huai changed his clothes and came over, he saw Liu Xiang standing in front of a mirror. There was a stranger standing in the mirror. The stranger was kneeling respectfully in an ancestral hall, holding the divination cup that Zhu Huai had used before.
Zhu Yun, the acting agent of the Zhu family, cast a hexagram and said, "I, Zhu Yun, the fourth generation heir of the Zhu family, would like to pay my respects to the Liu family and offer sacrifices to their gods. We have been ordered to come here to apologize for the matter concerning the heir of the Zhu family."
Zhu Huai looked at this scene and suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was so familiar. Now he looked at it, wasn't this the scene when he accidentally entered the ancestral hall?
It turned out that at that time, it was Liu Xiang who was watching him from behind the statue. No wonder he always felt that someone was spying on him in secret. Everything in the mirror looked so clear. In Liu Xiang's eyes, all the little movements Zhu Huai made were seen clearly, including how someone sneaked in and how he swaggered away by stealing his offerings.
Zhu Huai's eyes flickered slightly. Thinking about it now, he must have been caught by Prime Minister Liu at that time. This was even more terrifying than a surveillance camera. Could it be that only places where statues of gods were enshrined could not escape their prying eyes?
Zhu Yun cast the divination cup in his hand and cast a Yin hexagram. Watching this scene, Zhu Yun took a deep breath and said, "This matter is due to the poor supervision of my Zhu family. I come here with apology. In the next few days, I will eliminate the evil spirits and make up for my mistakes with merit."
Behind him was the offering he brought. Zhu Huai saw an extremely delicate vase and a seemingly ordinary mirror. The image reflected in the mirror seemed particularly blurry, but the value of things does not lie in appearance.
Zhu Huai activated his spiritual power and saw the wealth overflowing from the exquisite vase. The reason he said that was because the aura extending from the vase was magnificent and golden, faintly outlining a gorgeous potted plant with golden branches and jade leaves. When the breeze blew past, it seemed that he could hear the clinking sounds coming from it. It was really a wealth that was so precious that it was beyond words.
The mirror on the other side was emitting a monstrous ghostly aura. The image in the mirror seemed to be from another world. A vague figure emerged in it, and just the back of the figure revealed an imposing and majestic aura.
Zhu Huai turned his face slightly away because of the stab. These two things did not look like ordinary objects. Was it necessary to send such things just to apologize?
Seeing Zhu Huai's expression, Liu Xiang turned slightly to the side, lifted Zhu Huai's chin with a pair of cold hands, and blew gently on his eyes: "Your spiritual power is unstable now, don't look at it too much."
As if sensing that humans were somewhat fragile, Liu Xiang kissed his lips and passed a stream of spiritual power to him on the tip of his tongue. Zhu Huai was caught off guard and kissed the tip of his cold tongue. Liu Xiang then held him tightly in his arms, protecting him tightly as if he were holding some fragile treasure.
Zhu Huai felt the stinging sensation in his eyes subside. He felt that in Liu Xiang's eyes, he was extremely fragile and in need of protection. Perhaps it was like a human being to a kitten. In the eyes of the gods, he always seemed so fragile.
Zhu Yun cast another hexagram, which was still a Yin hexagram. A voice came from behind him: "The Lord of Sacrifices is not available to see you. Zhu Yun, please go back."
As he said this, there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in the man's tone.
Zhu Yun shook his head. The man seemed to have noticed something. "Do you have any other purpose? Don't forget, you can't lie in front of the statue."
Zhu Yun sighed and said, "There is a seriously ill patient in my Zhu family who needs the help of the Liu family."
"A patient?" A member of the Liu family poked his head out from the shadows. He said, "I haven't heard of any patient who needs our clan's gods to rescue him."
Under the other party's suspicious gaze, Zhu Yun did not tell the truth: the patient he was talking about was actually the Zhu family's sacrificial god, and the one he wanted to meet was not the Liu family's sacrificial god.
But to see that person, he had to go through the stage of offering sacrifices to the gods. Zhu Yun felt that his task was almost impossible to complete, but he was very stubborn. So, Zhu Yun said: "The noble person I want to invite is not the Liu family's offering sacrifice to the gods."
Zhu Yun called out a name. Liu Rongxuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly shouted, "How dare you!"
Before he finished speaking, Prime Minister Liu had already extended his hand and lightly tapped it. The next second, the divination cups in front of Zhu Yun suddenly began to float up with a clanging sound. Liu Rongxuan's expression turned ugly, and he said, "Master, please calm down..."
Zhu Yun knelt on the ground, watching this scene. He said, "I have come here to ask to see Master Zhu Huai. I beg you to save the life of my noble Zhu family member."
Liu Rongxian was almost fainted from anger. Liu Xiang did not say anything. The divination cups floating in the air had already collided with each other. Zhu Yun's body spiraled up into the sky like a flying man and disappeared at an extremely fast speed.
But after he left, all the offerings behind Zhu Yun were dragged over by Liu Xiang. Liu Xiang waved his hand gently, and everything in the mirror disappeared. Zhu Huai looked at the scene blankly and said, "The Zhu family wants to find me?"
"I have never seen this person before. Why did he come to me?" Zhu Huai asked in confusion.
Liu Xiang chuckled softly at this moment, and his smile made Zhu Huai feel a chill down his spine.
He looked at the smiling Liu Xiang with horror, and heard Liu Xiang say, "My pledged wife is very popular."
Zhu Huai inexplicably felt like a catastrophic disaster had struck him. He wanted to cry out for justice! This had nothing to do with him. He didn't even know the Zhu family.
Liu Xiang looked at him carefully, dragged him over with one hand, and then said in a hoarse voice: "As a pledge wife, you still don't understand what you represent to the gods."
His lips gently kissed Zhu Huai's face, leaving his mark on his body.
Liu Xiang had long understood the appeal of Zhu Huai's existence. The contracted wife needed the power of offering sacrifices to the gods, but offering sacrifices to the gods also required the comfort of the contracted wife.
"Whether you like it or not, whether you fully understand it or not, from now on, as long as you fall into the eyes of the other gods, you will be hunted and plundered like prey, without stopping."
Liu Xiang said, blowing a breath gently at Zhu Huai: "He is carrying a treasure without knowing it, this situation is just the beginning.
You are like a fragrant treasure in the eyes of monsters. Even if you are only temporarily abducted, you can suppress the filth in the bodies of the sacrificed gods and cure their diseases. "
Liu Xiang held Zhu Huai's hand. In his hand, Zhu Huai's skin had become a little cold.
Looking at this handsome face is like looking at a treasure that has begun to glow and is attracting competitors from all walks of life.
There was no falsehood in what he said; it was the most truthful fact. However, Liu Xiang knew that no matter who his competitor was, he would guard his treasures like the cruelest and most stubborn miser and would not let anyone take them away.
So at this moment, Zhu Huai finally knew his fate clearly: he was destined to be fought over by others, just like Liu Yao in his previous life. It was not that the other party did not want to do so, but he was about to die, so he had lost his value.
If he still had a breath, Liu Yao would attack him without hesitation like the other gods, as if Zhu Huai had something useful on him.
He now knew what it was: it turned out that he could actually suppress the filth in the body of the sacrificial god. Although he didn't know what it was, Zhu Huai had already remembered one thing at this time.
When I first met Liu Xiang in my previous life, Liu Xiang was trapped in the Liu family's ancestral home. He seemed safe, but he seemed to have some injuries on his body. Liu Xiang's face was disfigured for some reason, half hideous and half beautiful.
Zhu Huai took good care of him. Although he didn't know what happened, Liu Xiang's face gradually got better. During this period, Zhu Huai didn't know what medicine Liu Xiang took or what doctor he saw.
It turns out that he is Liu Xiang's medicine.
When Zhu Huai knew nothing, his care and unreserved concern for Liu Xiang had already healed Liu Xiang's injuries and suppressed the recurrence of the source of filth in his body.
So... is this the reason why Liu Xiang needs him?
Zhu Huai suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He was not one to let himself be wronged. After a few moments of thinking, Zhu Huai's clear voice said directly: "What about you?"
Liu Xiang paused slightly, then raised his head to look at Zhu Huai, and saw Zhu Huai asking, "Is this the reason you kept me by your side?"
Hearing Zhu Huai's words, Liu Xiang's expression was very calm, and he said: "No."
"Some gods treat their adopted wives and children as tools. They despise fragile humans and refuse to admit that they are attracted to such fragile creatures."
Liu Xiang said: "Me too."
The former Liu Xiang, or rather the current him, still despises others. This contempt is rooted in his bones. He does not need to change, nor does he need to change for others.
Liu Xiang was equally indifferent to everything in the world, even to himself. Even when the filth in his body erupted and he was on the verge of rage and wanted to destroy everything in the world, Liu Xiang never looked for any adopted sons or wives. He didn't need those people.
Listening to Liu Xiang's words, a ripple flashed across Zhu Huai's dark eyes. He heard Liu Xiang continue to say:
"The Yan family's god-sacrificing wife and I once had a chance encounter. If my filthiness erupts and I become unable to recover, he can save me once."
But even so, Liu Xiang never went looking for the other party.
He said, "I'm not interested in these so-called adopted children and wives." As he spoke, a hint of sarcasm appeared on his face, but the emotion was so weak that Zhu Huai couldn't recognize what it was.
Prime Minister Liu didn't care about his adopted son or wife, or anyone else, nor did he need anyone else to save him. He simply ignored everything else, like a frozen sculpture in the Liu family's ancestral home... Only when Zhu Huai came to his side, only when Zhu Huai appeared, did his opinion of him and Zhu Huai finally change.
This also made Zhu Huai think that in his previous life, Liu Xiang would indeed rather endure such pain and stay alone there, not allowing others to contact him, nor would he get close to others.
It was as if he had exiled himself. It wasn't that no one wanted to be near him, but rather that the god had exiled everyone and everything else. He had sealed himself here, and in Liu Xiang's expectation, he would continue to repeat this life until he grew tired of it all.
Yet, Zhu Huai appeared like this. In Liu Xiang's long, almost indifferent exile, he was the only one who crossed the wall he had built himself, overcame layers of obstacles, and took the initiative to come to Liu Xiang's side. He took the initiative to run towards Liu Xiang, so this cold-hearted god was satisfied to leave behind his only sacrifice.
"So...that's how it is."
Zhu Huai believed what Liu Xiang said. For someone like him, there was no need, and no desire, to deceive him. The slightest doubt that had suddenly arisen within him melted away silently, like a touch of cool air on a summer day.
Zhu Huai even realized belatedly that his thoughts were ridiculous. He knew exactly what Liu Xiang's situation was, but he suddenly doubted himself in such a situation.
Such a sudden and absurd thought almost made him seem a little uncalm and unlike himself.
At this moment, Zhu Huai suddenly realized something, love gave rise to fear.
He exhaled deeply and heard the thumping of his heartbeat in his chest. A thought came to his mind: feelings are the most unreasonable and overbearing thing in the world.
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The author has something to say: Zhu Huai likes to play straight balls, and also likes people who play straight balls
In fact, this paragraph could have been about some misunderstanding or something, and then some abuse, but I'm not very good at writing abuse, and Zhu Huai and Liu Xiang are not the kind of people who would beat around the bush, so they just say what they want to say. Even if Liu Xiang wanted to force love on Zhu Huai, he would just tell him directly that he wants to fuck him, a very straightforward sacrifice to the gods.
So Liu Xiang is very much to Zhu Huai's liking. You can only say that the pot fits the lid [dog head holding a rose]. If you do something convoluted, Zhu Huai will think you are a weird guy who is always lying, and his favorability will plummet (for example, Liu Yao).
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