Chapter 8 Ah Xun's Blood Smells Delicious
Fu Qinghuai watched as the young man walked behind the counter and calmly arranged the paper offerings, as if nothing had happened.
A strong sense of resentment and violence instantly overwhelmed Fu Qinghuai's rationality.
On what grounds?
Why is he so agitated and nearly out of control, while Xie Xun, the instigator, is able to remain uninvolved?
What gives him the right to stand here so high and mighty and judge him?
Fu Qinghuai wanted to pull him down.
He wanted to use the most direct method to let Xie Xun also be influenced by his colors, be imbued with his scent, and experience the same infatuation and confusion as him.
He wanted to dirty him.
Didn't they say he lacked self-control? Well then, let's see just how good your self-control really is.
In an instant, the black mist shot out like a venomous snake, binding Xie Xun's wrists and ankles with a punishing force. Its powerful ghostly energy yanked him backward.
"You...!" Xie Xun was caught off guard and stumbled, his back slamming heavily against a hard chest.
He turned his head angrily, only to meet Fu Qinghuai's eyes, which were close at hand and brimming with intense, burning desire.
Seeing this, Xie Xun frowned.
Could this evil spirit also be a pervert?
That's disgusting.
"Let go!"
Xie Xun struggled to her feet, anger blazing in her beautiful fox-like eyes, the corners of which flushed slightly red. To Fu Qinghuai, this was a thousand times more captivating than any deliberate provocation.
I want to kiss him even more now.
"Don't move."
Fu Qinghuai's arms locked around his waist like iron hoops, while his other hand gripped his chin, forcing him to tilt his head back and reveal that fair and delicate neck. He couldn't help but lean down, his nose brushing against the young man's smooth skin, and saw the body in his arms instantly tense up. He couldn't help but deliberately take a deep breath, "So fragrant... No wonder that headless female ghost said you were a dessert..."
"Shut up!"
Xie Xun was thoroughly enraged by the naked covetousness in those words and the objectification they conveyed, and a wave of nausea washed over him.
He suddenly bent his elbow and struck backward with all his might!
The elbow whistled through the air as it viciously struck Fu Qinghuai's ribs. Even if the opponent was a spirit, being struck hard when physically formed would not be pleasant.
Fu Qinghuai did not expect him to react so strongly. He groaned and subconsciously loosened his grip on Fu Qinghuai's waist.
In that moment of relaxation, Xie Xun, his hand still burning with lingering anger, swung up as he broke free of his restraints.
"Smack!"
A crisp, resounding slap landed squarely on Fu Qinghuai's face.
The force was so great that Fu Qinghuai turned his head, his dark hair brushing against his handsome face, which flushed red instantly.
Before the expected excruciating pain arrived, what swept over me first was the palm wind carrying Xie Xun's cool and refreshing fragrance. Immediately afterwards, the burning pain exploded on my cheeks, mixing with that captivating fragrance, which unexpectedly brewed into an exhilarating pleasure.
Cool!
That was awesome!
Taking advantage of the moment, Xie Xun, like a cheetah breaking free from a trap, instantly spun out of his arms and took several steps away. His breathing was slightly erratic, his cheeks flushed with anger and the struggle he had just endured, but his eyes were as cold as ice as he stared intently at Fu Qinghuai. The hand that had hit him clenched slightly, his knuckles turning white.
"Stop having those disgusting thoughts!"
Xie Xun's voice was icy cold as a warning, "Don't blame me for being impolite if there's a next time!"
Then, in front of Fu Qinghuai, he vigorously rubbed the skin on his neck that Fu Qinghuai's nose had just brushed against, as if he were trying to wipe away something dirty.
Fu Qinghuai slowly turned his head, pressed the tip of his tongue against the numb inside of his mouth, and tasted a faint metallic flavor.
He looked at the young man, who was completely enraged and had all his defenses up. The spot on his cheek where he had been hit was still burning, but the violent anger he felt at being resisted had dissipated and turned into a more twisted excitement.
He wanted to hear Xie Xun clearly pronounce the three words "Fu Qinghuai" from those lips that had uttered those harsh words.
She wanted to bite his lips hard, shut him up with all his composure and sarcasm, savor every breath in his mouth, and leave only the breathless, bewildered look in his scheming fox eyes.
That must be... very beautiful.
As he thought about it, he got an erection.
The demon licked its lips, as if still savoring the intense pain it had just felt so close, its eyes dark as it looked at Xie Xun.
"nausea?"
He repeated the word in a low, hoarse voice, not angered at all, but rather amused by it, and chuckled softly.
Xie Xun was startled by his completely illogical reaction, his brows furrowing. Instinctively, his free hand clenched the broken jade at his heart.
The cool touch instantly cleared his mind.
This jade, capable of sealing him for hundreds of years, is certainly no pushover.
If this evil spirit really decides to use force against him today... he wouldn't mind dragging him down with him, even if it means mutual destruction!
At this moment, the demon's laughter slowly subsided, and he suddenly leaned forward, forcefully trapping Xie Xun, who had just escaped, in his arms once again.
This time the force was much greater than before, almost crushing a person's bones.
Xie Xun trembled with rage at the man's persistent and shameless behavior, but he didn't waste his energy on futile struggles. Instead, he drew his right hand into a sword shape, biting his fingertips until they bled, and used his pure Yin blood as a guide to draw rapidly in the air!
A complex, blood-red incantation instantly took shape. Although it was outlined by blood-red light, it exuded an awe-inspiring righteous energy of extreme yang and strength.
"Imperial Edict!"
With a short, powerful shout, the crimson runes, like a red-hot branding iron, were fiercely imprinted on Fu Qinghuai's arm, which was tightly gripping him.
"Sizzle—!"
In an instant, a sound like cold water dripping into boiling oil rang out, accompanied by the smell of burning flesh. Fu Qinghuai's arm, which was shrouded in heavy yin energy, was instantly branded with a clear scar.
The black mist churned violently as if it had encountered its nemesis before quickly dissipating.
Fu Qinghuai groaned, the pain in his arm causing him to involuntarily loosen his grip for a moment.
Xie Xun stepped forward, his body spun gracefully like a fish, and broke free from his restraints once more. At the same time, his left hand slid out three Qianlong Tongbao coins with exceptionally sharp edges from his sleeve, and without even looking at them, he struck at the three Yin energy nodes around Fu Qinghuai's body!
The copper coin pierced the air, emitting a sharp buzzing sound.
A genuine look of surprise flashed in Fu Qinghuai's eyes. He flicked his sleeve to brush away two of them, but the third one grazed his cheek, leaving a tiny cut on his pale skin. What seeped out was not blood, but wisps of chilling yin energy.
The wound then healed quickly, as if it had never been injured at all.
Xie Xun steadied himself, slightly out of breath, but his eyes were like snow reflected in a cold pool, chilling to the bone.
"I'm saying this one last time, don't push your luck."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable warning: "Otherwise, even if I die, I will destroy you!"
However, the expected rage of the demon did not come.
Fu Qinghuai looked down at the scar on his arm, then looked up at Xie Xun. The surprise in his eyes slowly faded, and a twisted smile appeared.
He raised his injured arm, brought the burn scar close to his nose, took a deep sniff, and then gave Xie Xun a sickly, almost intoxicated smile.
"The talisman drawn with Ah Xun's blood really smells delicious."
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