Chapter 128: First Place "Master insists on saying that I'm drunk, then let me be drunk...
The demon world has been eroded by evil spirits for many years, and the land and rivers have become filthy.
The place chosen by the residents of Guisha Town for dragon boat racing is one of the few places that can be called a lake.
From afar, the lake was surrounded by lights, and the burning candles were protected by spiritual power, forming a long river of lights in the sky.
"What are you thinking? This time the first prize will definitely go to our Fengyi Village. How can it be your Evil Ghost Village's turn?"
"Don't be so confident. Be careful not to lose to us and end up in a ridiculous situation!"
"You should find someone first!"
"Who said we can't find anyone?" The man who spoke was shirtless with a snake tattoo on his chest. His muscular body trembled twice with his breathing, and he looked very powerful.
The man said, scanning the crowd, raised his hand and pointed to the side, saying without hesitation, "I think this young man is quite good."
As he spoke, the man walked forward with a smile and placed his hand on Xie Wuyang's shoulder. "You must be Aunt Zhang's relative, right? We're both from Evil Ghost Village. Today we can join forces and fight for this first place for our Evil Ghost Village!"
"Big Brother, what's the reward for winning the boat race?"
"Of course there are," the man said. "If you can win first place, you will not only receive the jewelry awarded by the Demon Lord, but also the fine wine brewed by Lady Ruyi of Jinli Hall!"
Xie Wuyang looked at Yun Wanzhou and asked, "Master, do you want it?"
Yun Wanzhou doesn't like jewelry. Having been an immortal for several years and having tasted the fine wines of immortals, he has no interest in Ruyi Niang's fine wine.
But when he met Xie Wuyang's eyes, which flashed with hope, he nodded for some unknown reason, "Okay."
The wind blew through the crowd, blowing up Xie Wuyang's blue headband.
The corners of Xie Wuyang's lips gradually widened, and his smile revealed a bit of childish arrogance and wantonness, "Then I will help Master win it back."
Most people in the demon world are rough and unrestrained. Xie Wuyang is of the same clan as them, but after all, he was raised in the immortal gate by Yun Wanzhou since he was a child.
Xie Wuyang possesses the arrogance and arrogance of the demons, as well as the appearance and character of the immortals.
This kind of aura is extremely contrasting in the demon world. Even if he is wearing the same coarse linen shirt as others, he can be distinguished at a glance and stand out from the crowd.
Xie Wuyang was pushed onto the dragon boat by a group of people, and there was a burst of encouraging cheers all around.
Someone squeezed forward to see more clearly, causing Yun Wanzhou to frown and turn his head. When he withdrew his gaze, his gaze met Xie Wuyang's, who kept looking back.
Xie Wuyang smiled, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, when a long whistle suddenly rang in his ears. The man at the back sang a sub-zero whistle, and the dragon boat's wooden oars broke through the water and rushed to the other side.
The black fog on the river surface was cut open by the oars, revealing two shallow river surfaces. The candlelight hanging in the air was reflected on them, like twinkling stars.
The demons have never seen the sun, moon or stars, but as human beings, they are still uncontrollably attracted to beautiful things.
A young child on the shore took his mother's hand, his face innocent and said, "Mom, is that the star Daddy talked about in his story?"
The young woman lowered her head slightly, half of her face illuminated by the light, looking beautiful and graceful. "Yes. Nannan, do you think it's beautiful?"
The little girl jumped for joy, reaching out as if to grab the candlelight above her head, "Beautiful!"
There is no black fog in the immortal world. Whenever you look up at night, you can see a sky full of stars.
Because they are so common, few people pay attention to these beautiful sights.
Maybe it was because of the little girl's words, or because of the festive atmosphere, but Yun Wanzhou's mind was not as clear as usual. His eyes fell on the two twinkling stars and on Xie Wuyang's face. He felt as if he was drunk, as if he was dreaming in a daze.
Dreams are always beautiful and illusory, and the ending of the dream ends in cheers.
The moment the dragon boat broke through the finish line, Xie Wuyang jumped off the boat with a tiptoe, and ripples appeared wherever he stepped.
The pot of wine that belonged to the winner had not yet been delivered to the winner's hands, but was swept up in the winner's hands like a gust of wind and rushed to the person he was thinking about in the crowd.
"Master." Xie Wuyang raised the wine in his hand high, his handsome face warm and soft under the firelight, "I win."
Yun Wanzhou nodded slightly.
Xie Wuyang placed the wine on Yun Wanzhou's face and coaxed him softly, "Want a drink?"
…
The wind tonight is very unusual.
Yun Wanzhou came to this conclusion as he sat shoulder to shoulder with Xie Wuyang on the roof.
Otherwise, why would he ignore the inappropriate things Xie Wuyang had done in the past and the difference between master and disciple and sit on the roof with him to drink?
"The stars are so bright tonight." Xie Wuyang said suddenly.
"You're drunk."
"Master, how did you know I was drunk?" Xie Wuyang tilted his head, his chin almost resting on Yun Wanzhou's shoulder.
The rich, sweet aroma of wine sprayed on his neck, stirring up an itch that made Yun Wanzhou tilt his head and push Xie Wuyang's head away. "The Demon Realm is always shrouded in black fog. Where do the stars come from?"
Xie Wuyang chuckled, his clear eyes reflecting Yun Wanzhou's face, "Master, didn't you see it?"
He spoke seriously and sincerely. Yun Wanzhou looked up at the dark sky again and was silent for a long time. He almost thought he was blind.
Xie Wuyang's head popped over again, "Master, your eyes are very beautiful."
Xie Wuyang's lips were almost touching the skin of Yun Wanzhou's neck, and he said the most frivolous words in the most serious tone, "Like stars."
Yun Wanzhou's pupils widened slightly, and he turned his head in disbelief, "You..."
The tip of his nose bumped into the tip of another person's nose, and Xie Wuyang's eyes turned red, with a desire that was difficult to suppress after being influenced by alcohol in his eyes.
The rationality in his heart was tearing at him, warning him not to overstep the line.
Xie Wuyang was sometimes clear-headed and sometimes confused, but later he was gradually forgotten by his expanding desires.
What is overstepping the bounds? When did Xie Wuyang become so hesitant?
Besides...
The tip of his tongue licked his back teeth eagerly.
Xie Wuyang heard himself silently completing the second half of the sentence in his mind.
Besides, he and Yun Wanzhou were not master and disciple.
"Master." Xie Wuyang grabbed Yun Wanzhou's hand, which had fallen to the side, and pulled him against his chest. "Disciple has something to say."
As if realizing what Xie Wuyang wanted to say, Yun Wanzhou's clear eyes flashed, and he nervously wanted to pull his hand back, "You are drunk."
"Since Master insists on saying I'm drunk, then just assume I'm drunk."
The smell of alcohol lingering in his nose suddenly became strong. Xie Wuyang tilted his head slightly and kissed him.
It was an unusual kiss.
Different from the previous two times where they just had a brief taste, Xie Wuyang did not stop at a simple touch of lips.
The moment their breaths intertwined, without waiting for Yun Wanzhou's reaction, she pried open his teeth and thrust her tongue straight in. Her other hand pressed on the back of Yun Wanzhou's neck, slowly tightening her grip as if to rub him into her bones and blood.
Hot and wet, lingering and domineering.
Yun Wanzhou was almost forced to respond, and his struggle to push away with his hands was almost imperceptible, like a bird in a cage.
Yun Wanzhou clenched his fists and subconsciously tried to push Xie Wuyang away from the spiritual power.
Xie Wuyang clenched his hand, withdrew his lips for a moment, and then returned to them.
As their breaths intertwined, Yun Wanzhou heard Xie Wuyang's almost pleading voice, "Just this once, Master. Just this once..."
From now on, no matter how high the mountains are or how long the rivers are, I will no longer stop you from going wherever you want.
Yun Wanzhou opened his eyes in surprise and met Xie Wuyang's furrowed brows and trembling eyes. Somehow his heart softened and the fingertips that were gathering spiritual power suddenly dissipated.
"It's the messenger, the messenger sent by the Demon Lord has arrived!"
"I even saw Elder Yu!"
The people on the street moved to the sides, kneeling on the ground with their hands in front of them.
From the dark mist-shrouded sky, four giant birds with magnificent feathers and blazing flames cut through the wind, carrying a magnificent, golden carriage. Several imposing men in black rode swords behind them. Wherever they passed, the people knelt.
After an unknown amount of time, Xie Wuyang finally loosened his grip on Yun Wanzhou's hand, pulled his lips away, and pressed his forehead against Yun Wanzhou's.
The disordered breathing was difficult to steady, and what was even more difficult to steady was the surge of emotions and delusions stirred up by this kiss.
Yun Wanzhou blushed from her neck to behind her ears. Her fingertips, still on Xie Wuyang's chest, curled slightly, searching for clarity that had been left behind. She couldn't help but think, perhaps he was the drunk one.
"Master, you know what I want to say." Xie Wuyang caressed Yun Wanzhou's face, revealing the scars left by the frost needles on the back of his hand. "Master, do you have anything to say to me?"
Yun Wanzhou's lips moved slightly, and he met Xie Wuyang's hopeful eyes, wanting to say something.
Xie Wuyang raised his hand and gently covered Yun Wanzhou's lips. "Master, there's no need to rush to give me an answer."
Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes, his expression seemed to be lonely for a moment, and when he looked up again, he regained his gentle smile, "I only hope that if Master thinks of me in the future, he can occasionally think of tonight."
I hope that when you mention Xie Wuyang in the future, you will not only think of his original self.
There is also this pitiful and hateful soul that is lingering on from five hundred years later.
Yun Wanzhou was stunned and didn't say anything for a while.
Xie Wuyang took Yun Wanzhou's hand and stood up, looking at the envoys who had already walked away and the people who followed them on the ground, "Master, have you seen the devil's envoy's blessing?"
Five hundred years later, during the years when he and Yun Wanzhou were at loggerheads, Yun Wanzhou had gone to the Demon Tribe alone several times and was familiar with the route. Or perhaps Xie Wuyang had deliberately allowed him to do so, and no one dared to stop him.
But Xie Wuyang didn't know whether Yun Wanzhou had ever been to the Demon Realm five hundred years ago.
Yun Wanzhou shook his head, frowned, and asked, "Have you seen it?"
"Master, you may not know this, but a few days ago I met a little demon soldier in the Demon Realm." Xie Wuyang curved his eyebrows and smiled brightly, "The little demon soldier said that if anyone receives the blessing of the Demon Realm's messenger, that person will have a smooth life and all his sins will be forgiven."
"A hundred sins?" Yun Wanzhou frowned even more, his expression serious. "A hundred sins are not necessary."
"Then all my sins will be forgiven and left to me. Master, will you grant me a happy life for the rest of my life?"
Yun Wanzhou looked at Xie Wuyang in confusion, "Where did you get the Hundred Sins?"
Xie Wuyang said nonchalantly, "Everyone makes mistakes in life. It's just a wish, Master, do you take it seriously?"
Seeing Yun Wanzhou's brows furrowing ever tighter, Xie Wuyang clasped his hand tightly and leaped down from the rooftop at the last second. "Just follow the local customs and have fun with the people."
Below him were the demons passing by, and in front of him was the envoys' convoy accompanied by demon soldiers.
Everything seemed like the previous life, the Demon Lord was here in person.
The difference is that at that time, Xie Wuyang was just a disciple of an immortal sect, and the person he was holding in his hand was his old enemy who had been entangled with him for two lifetimes.
The strong hatred faded away, and the remaining love was so strong that it seemed as if the rest of life was gone in the blink of an eye.
They were at the end of the crowd, with an extraordinary temperament, yet blended in with other people without any reservations.
There is no conflict between immortals and demons, and no difference between master and disciple.
They seem like two ordinary people who can let their feelings run wild.
A man rode forward on his sword from behind the carriage. His voice was majestic and resounding, echoing in all directions. "Today is a festival, and the Demon Lord has specially sent us here to bless you all. What are your wishes?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a thick, dark demonic energy lifted up half of the curtain and flew out, revealing a piece of scenery in the sedan.
Amidst the magnificent golden light, a man in fiery red robes, his face masked, his brows slightly closed. One hand, clad in a black leather glove, rested on his head, the other casually on his knee, his expression languid, as he sat sideways.
An old man stood out from the crowd, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed in greeting, "Welcome, Envoy."
The man in front of him nodded slightly in response, "No thanks."
"Thank you, messenger." The old man stood up respectfully.
The man in black raised his right hand with his palm facing upwards, and the black mist was summoned to fall above him, wriggling and changing shape at will.
"This is the blessing of the messenger. Please present all your wishes. If the blessing is destined, it will be bestowed upon you."
After saying that, he raised his hand and flicked it, and the black mist left his palm and floated towards the crowd.
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