Chapter 199 [Alien Species - Shining Heart] Furnace
Murong Lian gently let him go, and he finally saw his face clearly. It was identical to Hua Jin's, except for their different expressions. They both had narrow, long eyes, but Hua Jin's curve was gentle, while Murong Lian's was much sharper. Her eyelashes were thick and straight, casting a cold shadow as they drooped. Her eyes were a deep, almost dark purple, like poisoned black iron, reflecting a chilling light in the light of the lamp.
"Xiao Jin..."
"Who is that?" Murong Lian took a deep breath, feeling that this name was very familiar, but no one called him that.
Mu Chi had already fainted. Murong Lian held him and took off her outer robe to cover him.
It was winter outside, and he was wearing so thin and was so thin that he would get sick. Murong Lian was still clear about his mortal body, after all, his biological mother was a mortal.
When Gao Wujiu brought the madam in, he saw Murong Lian holding Mu Chi in her arms, as if she was coaxing a child. This way, Mu Chi really looked like his child, as the two of them had such a huge difference in body shape.
"Sir, what's the matter?" the madam asked flatteringly.
Murong Lian glanced at Gao Wujiu and immediately understood what was going on. He kicked the madam in the base of her hind legs and immediately knelt down.
"Ouch!" The madam hadn't expected to be treated like this. Even though she managed to catch herself with her hands, her head still hit the ground. She climbed up and pointed at Gao Wujiu and Murong Lian, saying, "You, how dare you do this to me!"
Murong Lian didn't tolerate her and slapped her in the face from a distance.
"A cultivator..." The madam was stunned by the beating. The corner of her mouth was bleeding, and her rouge-covered face was swollen. "It's my fault that I didn't recognize the real one, sir..."
If an ordinary person treated her like this, she would have called for help long ago, but he was a cultivator, and she didn't know how advanced he was, so she couldn't afford to offend him.
"Wen Hanshuang is the waiter in your yard?"
"yes."
"Voluntary?"
"Of course it's voluntary. How dare they rob innocent people?" The madam said, covering her face. Based on her many years of experience, she knew that the guest in front of her had taken a fancy to Wen Hanshuang. "Could it be that the guest has taken a fancy to Shuang'er?"
"Name a price." Murong Lian was not the kind of person who would deliberately make things difficult for others. Transactions were not common in the demon world, but he still knew the rules of the human world.
"One hundred and fifty thousand taels of gold," said the madam.
"One hundred and fifty thousand?" Gao Wujiu, who was watching from the side, couldn't stand it any longer. "Why don't you just rob it? I gave you so much money, and you found this thing for me. Is it worth this much?"
The madam smiled and said, "This... Shuang'er is indeed the best. Sir, you gave me so much money, I dare not cheat you. How much this person is worth depends on the individual. So, let's both compromise and how about 120,000?"
Murong Lian didn't even raise her eyelids, but raised her hand to gently stroke Mu Chi's thin face.
"You said he volunteered to do this. How could you starve him like this?"
"Sir, you don't know..."
Before the madam could finish her words, a dagger was pressed against her forehead. The tip of the knife had already pierced her skin. A drop of blood flowed down the bridge of her nose. She collapsed to the ground in fear.
"You're lying."
Murong Lian's mother was also a prostitute. Although her mother had exploded and died, it was not difficult to find out some things about her.
"Why not just confess the truth?"
The madam was shaking like a sieve, her blood mixed with her rouge, a mess. But she still gritted her teeth and said, "I, I'm telling the truth! Shuang'er sold herself willingly, but she was stubborn and refused to accept customers, so I starved her for a few meals..."
The dagger moved forward a little further, and a drop of blood rolled down the bridge of her nose to the crack of her lips. It was so salty and fishy that it almost made her nauseous, and only then did she tell the truth.
"He, he was the study companion of the son of the Minister of Rites. He was sold here three months ago. He didn't want to receive customers, let alone obey, so I starved him, thinking that since he was a virgin, I could sell him to a wealthy family for a high price. I didn't expect him to refuse to obey until his death. Three months passed like this, and no master wanted such a disobedient thing like him, so I let him receive customers."
Murong Lian's fingertips stopped at the corner of Mu Chi's lips, where the skin was cracked due to long-term hunger, like a tiny crack, but it made dark tears appear in his eyes.
"Sir, please forgive me if you are kind enough to forgive me."
"You starved him for three months, and I'll make you live a life worse than death for three months." Murong Lian chanted the curse, and the madam's body began to tear apart. She was in pain all over, and her face was covered with rashes. He looked at her with satisfaction, picked up Mu Chi and walked to the door. "Pay the 150,000 taels of gold, and someone will send the money tomorrow."
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After Mu Chi woke up, he lay there in a daze, as if suffering from the aftereffects of a strong drug. After a while, the scene before him slowly emerged in his mind.
He found Hua Jin, and as long as he found the mirror, he could go back.
He raised his hand and looked at the ball that had merged into his palm, emitting a dazzling light. This was what the Heart Mirror had instructed him to do before sending him in. He only had one year, but this two-thousand-year-old magic circle was different from the timeline of the real world. He could judge the time by the brightness of the ball.
Mu Chi sat up and found himself in a palace. It was so quiet in the palace that he could hear the sound of his blood beating in his eardrums.
The gilded crane lanterns cast a half-light on the vast bedroom. The floor-length silk curtains, heated by the floor heating, undulated slightly like silent waves. He lowered his head.
I had changed into a clean, moon-white undershirt. The fabric was soft, yet carried a strange fragrance, like a faint hint of sandalwood mingled with snow. The scabs on my wrists, rubbed by the chains, were meticulously medicated. The cool ointment had a hint of sweetness in it.
The people guarding outside the hall heard the noise, pushed the door open, and when they saw that the person had woken up, they clapped their hands. Then a group of people came in with dishes and placed them on the table.
"You..." Mu Chi saw that everyone had a demon seal on their forehead, "Are you from the demon tribe?"
"Your Highness is in the front hall with His Highness Gao. He will be here later." The maid pointed at the food on the table. "You, eat."
Everyone stared at Mu Chi and asked him to eat. This was Murong Lian's order when she brought him back. They were carrying out their master's request.
Mu Chi sat at the table to eat, and the maid was watching beside him.
If he wasn't extremely hungry, he really wouldn't be able to eat with so many people surrounding him.
Halfway through the meal, Murong Lian came back, told everyone else to go down, and then cast a spell to close the door.
Mu Chi stood up.
"Sit down and eat your meal."
"Xiao Jin."
Murong Lian asked, "Who is that?"
"You don't remember me?"
Murong Lian was puzzled and walked forward to force Mu Chi to sit down.
"I have never seen you before. You have mistaken me for someone else. However, it is harmless. You will live here from now on, Wen Nu."
These last two words completely awakened Mu Chi's memory of yesterday. He looked at the person in front of him, whose name was Murong Lian.
"As long as you are obedient and serve me well, I can satisfy you with wealth, glory and immortality." After saying that, Murong Lian grabbed Mu Chi's hand and flashed to the bed.
Mu Chi was stunned. He was just sitting there, but in the blink of an eye he was pressed down.
Murong Lian's lips fell on his forehead, and he whispered: "I have prepared medicine, you don't have to be afraid, it won't hurt much."
Hua Jin had said something similar. Mu Chi suddenly sat up and his head bumped into Murong Lian.
He frowned in pain.
"What are you doing?" Murong Lian covered her head, obviously hurt by the collision.
Mu Chi shrank back suddenly, as if he was burned by fire, and curled up in the corner of the bed, his voice hoarse: "I don't want it."
Murong Lian was stunned for a moment, her narrow eyes narrowing slightly, the poisonous dark purple in her eyes darkening even deeper. He didn't immediately get angry, but simply raised his hand, rubbing his fingertips across his forehead, which had just been hit and reddened. His tone was as soft as falling snow, "Reason."
Mu Chi had a million reasons to say, but looking at Murong Lian's face, he couldn't say it. He lowered his eyes, hugged himself, and felt that there was no need to answer the other party. He was his apprentice, and he wanted to do that to him. Although it was not the first time, didn't he even have a reason to refuse?
Seeing that Mu Chi was silent, Murong Lian grabbed his ankle and pulled him under her.
"Why," he lifted Mu Chi's chin slightly, "Is it because of that person named Xiao Jin?"
When he said "Xiao Jin", Mu Chi's eyes moved and he looked at him. Aren't you the one? He thought.
"You called him no less than a hundred times last night. Who is he?" Murong Lian took a deep breath, and the warm breath hit Mu Chi's cheek, making him blush lightly. "Your lover?"
The word "lover" burned through Mu Chi's eardrums. He turned his head suddenly, and his jawline slipped from Murong Lian's fingertips.
"He is not..." The voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter the second half of the sentence - he is my apprentice, the child I raised with my own hands.
Murong Lian's fingertips felt empty, and her eyes darkened a little.
"Not my lover?" He chuckled softly, "That's good."
He leaned over, his long dark hair falling down, entwining with Mu Chi's hair scattered on the pillow, forming a dark shadow.
Mu Chi widened his eyes, not knowing whether it was because he was not bound by the real world, or because no one had chosen him so firmly, or because of something else, he just pushed gently, and then grabbed the other person's collar.
Just like Zuo Qianqian had said, two thousand years ago, people were too busy taking care of themselves to care about the incest between master and disciple. But he also knew that all this was just an illusion. He and Hua Jin would wake up from the dream, and when that happened, how would they deal with it?
Thinking of this, Mu Chi bit Murong Lian's lips hard, and when the other party let go, he immediately pushed her away.
Hua Jin doesn't remember the real world, doesn't he? Hua Jin is still young, but he has already lived to this age. Little Jin is naive, can he still be naive?
He couldn't. No matter in the past or in the future, he was the older one, the elder. In addition, as a person in a high position, he should restrain any emotions he had.
"You can't do that."
"What can't I do?" Murong Lian wiped the blood droplets on Nan Feng's lip with the tip of his finger. The red stain on his cold white skin was so bright that it was almost blinding. He looked down at Mu Chi.
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