Chapter 202 [Alien Species - Shining Heart] Lantern Festival 2
Dongfang Liu touched Zuo Qianqian's head lovingly.
"Yes, it's his fault. The demons have always been rude and unreasonable. Just stay away from them." He then kissed Zuo Qianqian's forehead. "It's the Lantern Festival tonight. The evil spirits haven't made any moves for a long time. Now that the crowds are so cheerful and the Yang energy is so strong, they're bound to make a move."
Two thousand years ago, the ghost world and the human world were connected. Humans could travel to the ghost world, and ghosts could travel back and forth to the human world. The evil ghosts were imprisoned in Hell, but due to a momentary mistake by the Nether King, these evil ghosts escaped from the human world.
"They are cunning. I don't understand why the Nether King didn't destroy them."
Dongfang Liu didn't pay much attention to Zuo Qianqian's outrageous words, nor did he explain them to him. In the beginning, when he and Zuo Qianqian were together, Zuo Qianqian didn't know that there were evil spirits wreaking havoc on the world. He had been secretly capturing them. One time, those evil spirits gathered their ghost power and injured him, which is when Zuo Qianqian discovered them.
Seeing that he was trying to catch the evil ghost, Zuo Qianqian joined in, and Dongfang Liu was helpless against him.
There are three hundred and sixty-seven evil spirits, only this one is missing.
"If they were destroyed, there wouldn't be so many troubles." Zuo Qianqian said this, but still looked down to observe the human race.
Dongfang Liu wondered, should we destroy them? Probably not. Those evil spirits exist because humans harbor not only good thoughts but also evil ones, and different evil thoughts give rise to different evil spirits. These evils should have transformed into demons, but they were originally human because of this evil. After their death, they transformed into fierce ghosts in the ghost world, absorbing this evil thought to grow.
He could only lock them up, but he never thought that when he used the Heart-Illuminating Array to gather and retrieve the soul of his lover from his previous life, it would disturb the hell and allow them to break the chains. It was his fault.
Dongfang Liu stood beside Zuo Qianqian, looking down, and the scenery below the attic was in full view.
But Mu Chi, who was taken away by Murong Lian, was in a miserable state.
The two of them were in the attic, and Murong Lian drove everyone out, whether they were guests or waiters. Now there were only the two of them here, and Murong Lian was the first to lose her temper.
He was not a person with a good temper or patience. The reason why he did not get angry and was patient with Mu Chi during this month was because Mu Chi had not been in contact with outsiders.
Just now, Mu Chi had spoken up for someone else in front of him, and even looked at Dongfang Liu with that look. How could he not know that he knew the Nether King? He had clearly researched everything about Wen Hanshuang and had memorized it by heart, but he just didn't know that he knew the Nether King. This made him very angry, as if his own property had been stripped away.
He would never allow such a thing to happen.
"You speak for him?"
Mu Chi lowered his head. He had only just seen his master once within the Illuminating Heart Array. There was so much he hadn't said, and he wanted to tell Dongfang Liu. However, he overwhelmed this longing with Murong Lian's feelings for him, feeling an inexplicable discomfort in his heart.
Just as he was mentally organizing what he was going to say, Murong Lian rushed forward, grabbed the back of his head, and made him come closer.
"How could this prince not know that you knew him?" Murong Lian gritted her teeth and said, "You showed your admiration, but did he even look at you? Huh?"
"No, not admiration."
Mu Chi was hurt by the grip and struggled to break free, but Murong Lian thought he was trying to resist her, so he became even more angry and threw Mu Chi away.
Mu Chi lost his balance and stumbled to the ground, his butt hurting. He looked up at Murong Lian, his eyes fixed on his lips, and spoke in different words than usual.
"This prince treats you so well. From food to clothing to daily necessities, nothing is worse than yours. Not only do you like the human world so much, but you also like Dongfang Liu. Do you know who he is?"
Murong Lian simply ignored Mu Chi's explanation. The demon nobles always believed they were right, trusting only their own assumptions and one-sided opinions. Although Murong Lian had been trying to please Mu Chi in every way over the past month, only he could clearly understand what kind of person he was at heart. His tenderness and patience were merely a facade he tried to put on for others to see.
He needed such a persona to make the outside world relax its vigilance against him, so that he could take advantage of the situation and annex other nobles.
He deceived everyone and entered the world of mortals because of this, but he didn't expect to meet Mu Chi.
"I know."
This answer was what made Murong Lian most angry. Knowing the other person's identity, it was so dangerous, but he still got close to him and wanted to keep him.
Mu Chi answered truthfully, but he didn't know that this was not what Murong Lian wanted to hear, so he didn't understand the other party's sudden change, and he felt very puzzled.
But even if he told Murong Lian about their relationship, Murong Lian would not believe it, because Murong Lian had confirmed that they had never met and there was no such thing as a master-disciple relationship, so no matter how much he said, it would be in vain.
Only Hua Jin and Mu Chi know about their master-disciple relationship, emotions, and memories. No one else knows.
"You knew! You knew and yet you let them stay!"
Who in this world doesn't know Dongfang Liu? He is a ghost catcher. Wherever he appears, there must be evil ghosts. This is known to the world, but the real inside story is only known to those in high positions and positions of power.
"Wen Nu, is it because I treat you too well on a daily basis that you forget who your master is?" Murong Lian strode forward, grabbed Mu Chi's collar and lifted him up.
Mu Chi's toes were almost off the ground, his throat was sore from being squeezed by his clothes, and breathing became difficult.
"I didn't..." He uttered two words with difficulty, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.
"No?" Murong Lian sneered, a violent dark color surging in his eyes. "You are just a plaything on my bed. Do you think I will believe your words?"
Even if it was true, Murong Lian could twist the facts into a false logic, because between him and Mu Chi, only he was right and only he could have the upper hand. This was his innate ability.
Mu Chi was in a terrible state. How could he accept that his disciple, whom he had worked so hard to teach, had become like this? No master could accept that his sweet, soft, well-behaved and adorable disciple had turned into such a bloodthirsty person.
He was hurt by the word "toy on the couch" and was suddenly speechless. His lips opened and closed for a long time, but no sound came out.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Murong Lian dragged him to the room arranged in advance and pressed him under her.
"Now it seems that I don't need to pity you. Others don't want to look at you, but you rush to wipe away your tears. You are a wanton person in your bones." He tore off Mu Chi's clothes. "If you want to cry, come to the bed and cry!"
Mu Chi was thrown violently into the quilt, his back aching. The sound of his clothes being ripped apart was like a tear in the fabric, splitting his remaining composure. Murong Lian's breath was hot, filled with anger and possessiveness.
"Don't touch me!" Mu Chi finally found his voice, hoarse but resolute. He raised his hand to push, but his fingertips couldn't stop shaking.
Murong Lian mistook his trembling for cowardice, and roughly rubbed the corners of his eyes with her fingertips, forcing out a little moisture.
"Why are you pretending to be so noble?" He sneered, slapping Mu Chi's thigh hard with his palm, leaving a red mark that spread across Ruxue's skin. "Didn't the brothel madam teach you that? Didn't anyone tell you that being a furnace cauldron is about serving your master well?"
"...I'm not a furnace." His voice trembled, "I'm your master—"
Before he could finish his words, his jaw was gripped tightly by Murong Lian's iron-like fingers, and the remaining syllables were crushed in his throat.
"You're trying to say you're my master again," Murong Lian sneered, but a shadow darkened his eyes. "I only recognize your face and body. As for the rest—" He leaned forward, his teeth almost biting through Mu Chi's earlobe, "it's just nonsense to spoil the fun."
The sound of fabric ripping echoed. Mu Chi was flipped over, his back pressed against the cold brocade. His skin felt cold, like a shelled clam, exposed to the scorching gaze. He arched his body, trying to escape, but before he could lift his waist even half an inch, Murong Lian grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him back onto the couch.
"Don't move." Murong Lian's voice was close to his ear. "If you move again, I won't mind parading you through the streets!"
It is very common to do it in front of others when walking on the streets of the Demon Realm with the furnace. They will use this way to tell everyone that this furnace is theirs##########
But this was too humiliating for Mu Chi. He couldn't accept it and didn't understand this custom. He just felt his whole body trembling with anger because of this sentence, but he couldn't say anything harsh in front of Xiao Jin's face.
Mu Chi dug his fingertips into the quilt, his knuckles turning blue. He bit his lower lip tightly, the smell of blood filling the air, but it couldn't overcome the humiliation and grief surging in his chest.
His eyes ached, but Mu Chi forced himself not to blink. He was afraid that if he blinked, tears would fall - that would be too embarrassing, too cheap.
Murong Lian refused to let him escape. Her fingertips slid down his spine, leaving a burning sensation inch by inch with deliberate humiliation.
"Why are you shaking?" Murong Lian chuckled. "Afraid? Or... itchy?"
Mu Chi struggled violently and roared hoarsely, "Get out of here!"
The cry of "Get lost" completely shattered Murong Lian's remaining patience. His eyes darkened, and demonic energy surged in his palms. He instantly bound Mu Chi's wrists, lifting them high above his head. Black demonic patterns, like chains, tightened around him, digging into his flesh.
"Okay, be tough." Murong Lian looked down at him, her voice as cold as ice. "Then let's see how long you can hold on."
He leaned over and kissed the back of Mu Chi's neck—more like a bite than a kiss. The tip of his teeth pierced the skin, and blood oozed out.
Mu Chi shuddered in pain, a broken sob escaping his throat. The sound was like a knife, cutting into Murong Lian's eardrums, but it only aroused the violence in his bones.
"Cry." Murong Lian's voice was low and hoarse, full of malice, "Louder, let the people outside hear how you act under me."
Mu Chi bit his lip tightly, tasting blood between his teeth. He closed his eyes, no longer struggling, and no longer making a sound.
But Murong Lian felt inexplicably irritated in this dead silence. He pinched Mu Chi's chin and forced him to turn his head - there were no tears in his eyes, only a gray and empty space.
Murong Lian saw her own distorted reflection in that empty hole.
But so what? How can a demon not be crazy?
As long as the things and people are yours, it doesn’t matter how crazy they are.
At this moment, Mu Chi was completely naked.
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"I, I didn't." Mu Chi's voice was hoarse and his breathing was intermittent.
"No?" Murong Lian scoffed, pressing the back of her finger against his cheek, feeling like both iron and fire. "Then why is it only for you?"
Mu Chi turned his face away suddenly, trying to push the hand away with his shoulder. However, his shoulder hit Murong Lian's palm and was easily grasped.
"If you hide again, I will hang you on the city wall." Murong Lian spoke every word. Her voice was not loud, but it was like nails nailed into a wooden board.
Mu Chi clenched his teeth, only a whisper coming out. Murong Lian stopped talking. Her left hand grasped the back of his neck, and her right hand tore the jade belt from her waist. The sound of fabric falling to the ground was short and heavy, and he felt his back straighten at the sound.
"Why are you so nervous? Could it be that the madam really didn't teach you how to serve people?"
"Don't be like this." Before, he could still compete with Hua Jin, but now his body is too different from Murong Lian's. His strength is not as good as before. He is being treated like a furnace and has no human rights. He can't refuse such a strong person. Maybe he won't even have the chance to get angry afterwards. "Every word I said is true."
Although he wanted to explain, Murong Lian didn't want to listen. He kissed Mu Chi's lips, bit them gently, and then inserted his tongue.
"Murong Lian!"
"You've never refused my kindness to you this past month. Haven't you already accepted it? But now you're acting like this. Are you being pretentious?"
Is he being pretentious? Mu Chi no longer knows how to express his feelings. He stayed, stayed by Murong Lian's side, firstly because he was his apprentice, and secondly because he could use this identity to find the Mirror of the Heart.
"without……"
Before he could finish saying "yes", Murong Lian grabbed his face and his voice was once again blocked in his throat. He couldn't bear it this time and bit down until he tasted a fishy taste on the tip of his tongue, then he let go.
Murong Lian jerked upright, the stinging pain on his tongue like a spark in a frying pan, instantly igniting the dark fire of desire in his eyes. The taste of blood exploded in his mouth, but he simply chuckled softly, wiping the crimson from the corner of his lips with his thumb. His voice was hoarse, "So you like biting people? Very good, I'd like to try that too. I'd like to bite your bones inch by inch, and then put them back together again. How does it feel?"
Before he could finish his words, he gathered his five fingers and pinched the back of Mu Chi's neck. Mu Chi's shoulder blade hit the edge of the couch hard, and the pain made his eyes go black. But before he could even breathe, he heard a "swish" sound of silk tearing - Murong Lian had actually torn open his last piece of underwear.
"Don't..." Mu Chi's voice was completely hoarse, and even struggling seemed futile. He raised his hands to push, but Murong Lian grabbed both wrists with one hand, lifted them high above his head, and pinned them firmly to the edge of the couch. The position forced his chest to straighten out, and his breath was like a fully stretched bowstring, ready to break at any moment.
Murong Lian buried her face in the side of his neck, her nose almost touching his collarbone. Her voice was so low it barely lingered, "Wen Nu, remember this—I gave you a chance. In one month, what did you want that I didn't give you? You wanted to look into my heart mirror, and I'd find it for you. I'd indulge you and tolerate you. But what about you? You said 'no,' but your body was as soft as spring water, and you couldn't even bear to bite me hard."
With every word he spoke, his fingertips moved down an inch. Mu Chi's skin looked cold and pale under the light, but his back was covered with sweat. When his thumb finally stopped at the back of his waist, Mu Chi trembled all over and a gasp that was almost a whimper rolled out of his throat.
"Now," Murong Lian's voice suddenly became frighteningly soft, "I have been so kind to you, you should definitely repay me, Wen Nu."
After that, he didn't give Mu Chi any chance to speak again. He blocked his throat, stretched his legs between Mu Chi's legs, pushed upwards, and pushed into Mu Chi's buttocks. He heard the man under him groan, and his hands clenched unconsciously.
The muffled groan was stuck in his throat, turning into a trembling breath. He was forced to bend his body, with his waist pressed against Murong Lian's knees.
Murong Lian paused at this moment. He lowered his head and saw a little moisture seeping out of the corners of Mu Chi's tightly closed eyes. It wasn't tears, just physiological moisture, but it burned his fingertips and made them tremble.
"Are you scared?"
Mu Chi didn't answer, but he clenched his teeth even tighter, his jawline forming a sharp arc. Murong Lian suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with self-mockery.
"Why should I be afraid of you? You are just the cauldron that I spent a lot of money to buy. #############, you should have prepared yourself a long time ago, right?"
Mu Chi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the dampness finally rolled down, soaking the quilt. He clenched his hands tightly, swallowing the bitterness, and turned his face to the inside of the bed.
Murong Lian didn't allow it.
He grabbed Mu Chi's lower handle with one hand, forcing him to turn around and look into his eyes.
"You cry well, you cry beautifully," he gently wiped away the big tears. His true nature had been exposed, but he pretended to be gentle to comfort Mu Chi, "Wen Nu, don't cry, your eyes are red from crying."
Mu Chi didn't listen. He closed his eyes and stopped looking at Murong Lian.
"Wen Nu, don't cry anymore," Murong Lian's fingertips rolled over the wet mark, her movements as light as if she was wiping the most precious porcelain.
But the porcelain had already broken, and the cracks were hidden where he couldn't see. "Why is Wen Nu so fond of crying, Wen Nu..."
"Wennu," he called softly, his voice mixed with honey and hook, "Open your eyes and look at me."
Mu Chi closed his eyes, and his eyelashes were covered with a layer of gray shadow, like two rusted doors.
The door was pitch black, and nothing could be seen through. Murong Lian's patience was finally exhausted.
He pinched Mu Chi's jaw, his thumb and index finger almost digging into his bones: "The king is talking to you!"
Mu Chi's lips became thinner, and the blood color faded away, leaving only a stubborn paleness.
He even stopped trembling, and even his breathing became extremely light, as if he had treated himself as a piece of dead wood.
The dead tree felt no pain, nor would it respond. "Do you think that if you don't speak, I can't do anything to you?"
Murong Lian sneered, let go of her hand, grabbed Mu Chi's hair and dragged him up.
The pain of his torn scalp made Mu Chi frown suddenly, but he still refused to make a sound.
His appearance aroused Murong Lian's desire to conquer.
With a "snap", Mu Chi felt a burning pain on his face. He stared at Murong Lian in horror and disbelief. His apprentice, the good boy he had personally raised, not only slept with him but also beat him. This really went against the image of the perfect good boy in his mind.
But what happened next made his scalp tingle. Murong Lian grabbed his neck and bit him madly. The pain made Mu Chi unable to bear it any longer and he groaned softly.
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