Chapter 93 Pastries "What kind of incense does Master use in his house?"...
To deal with someone like Yun Wanzhou who cares about face, you can't use force, you can only use roundabout and tactful tactics.
This is the truth Xie Wuyang realized after successfully pulling Yun Wanzhou into the pastry shop.
Maybe it was because Qiongrao took care of him when he was young, but after Qiongrao left, this person never came again. Yun Wanzhou is not very clear about the current market situation.
Relying on his memory, he picked out two kinds of pastries and put them in the bag, and left the rest to Xie Wuyang.
It is hard to tell whether Xie Wuyang’s dream was true or false, but seeing that he ate four or five pieces of the cakes in his dream, it can be said that he liked them.
After stuffing two bulging paper bags with their contents, Xie Wuyang reluctantly handed over the items in his hand. "Boss, check out."
The boss took it with a smile, weighed it, and shook his finger. "Five taels of silver."
"Five taels..." silver?!
Could it be that Yao's cakes are made of gold? Xie Wuyang's eyes widened, and he immediately wanted to take the cakes from the boss's hand and throw them back.
Who knew that there was a person beside him who was not interested in worldly affairs, and he took out a handful of spirit stones first.
"Is it enough?" Yun Wanzhou weighed it.
In the world of cultivation, common people mostly trade with gold and silver, while spirit stones are more commonly used among cultivators. They contain spiritual power, and even if they are just carried on the body, they have the effect of calming the mind and strengthening the body.
Not to mention the handful of spirit stones that Yun Wanzhou took out, most of which were top-grade and rare among the common people, which made the merchant's eyes sparkle.
He hurriedly grasped the spirit stones in his hand, fearing that someone would snatch them away. "That's enough, that's enough. Just a few more will be enough."
It’s more than just a few pieces? Xie Wuyang rolled his eyes.
"Then help me pick up a few more pieces of peach blossom pastry." Yun Wanzhou casually pointed to the pastries on the side.
When Xie Wuyang was being dragged out of the shop while looking back every few steps, and was about to rush in to teach the boss a lesson, he suddenly felt a cool touch on his lips. The slightly sweet taste made him subconsciously open his mouth, and was stuffed with a mouthful of peach blossom pastry.
Yun Wanzhou's arms were stuffed with cakes, and he felt a little embarrassed when he had his free hand. He frowned slightly and handed it forward, "I bought this for you?"
Xie Wuyang's lips moved, and he took the cake in his hand, his expression a little dazed, "What?"
"Don't you want to eat peach blossom pastry?" The sunlight shone on Yun Wanzhou's extremely beautiful eyebrows, reflecting a few tiny rays of light.
The sticky and sweet fragrance of the pastry in his mouth was far different from the taste in his dream. However, Xie Wuyang seemed to be bewitched and forgot about the spirit stones that had been cheated out of him. He swallowed the peach blossom pastry in his hand mouthful by mouthful, staring blankly at the person in front of him.
Even the greasy sweet fragrance is no longer difficult to swallow.
The light was dazzling, and the person in front of him suddenly raised his hand and gently rubbed the corner of Xie Wuyang's lips.
It seemed to be falling, but it didn't. It used its spiritual power to wipe off the residue stuck on it.
Yun Wanzhou lowered her eyelashes slightly and stared intently at his lips.
The wind lifted his hair, revealing half of his jade-like earlobe.
Xie Wuyang's heart was beating like a drum, each beat louder than the last, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
Strange emotions flowed in my heart, and the atmosphere became more charming and hot.
Xie Wuyang suddenly raised his hand to wipe his lips, which then touched Yun Wanzhou's fair earlobe. He suddenly felt a surge of heat, and in an attempt to hide it, he snatched the cake from Yun Wanzhou's hand and coughed twice. "If we go back later and Sect Leader Wu finds out that Master and I have gone down the mountain, he'll give us another lecture. That old man is so annoying, I don't want to hear him nagging."
While chirping, he lifted his feet and ran forward like the wind.
It seemed that if I ran faster, I could leave behind those disturbing and unfamiliar emotions.
When his eyes fell on the pastries in his arms, he became even more upset.
He couldn't even hear what the person behind him said. He only vaguely heard a few words like "Yao family", "pastry", and "gift to someone".
He went back to Lianwu and entered the house, but Xie Wuyang still couldn't suppress the heat in his blood.
After washing his face with cold water, he turned around and saw several bags of cakes on the table. His eyes suddenly flickered again, and he hid the paper bags under the quilt in an attempt to cover up his mistake.
After a while, he scratched his hair in annoyance, turned out the paper bag, looked left and right, and simply opened the cabinet, stuffed the bag in, and closed the door, all in one go.
Finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Xie Wuyang took off his wristband and put it aside, calmed down, and sat down at the desk.
The sun has not yet set outside, and the windows are open inside the house, so there is no need to light a lamp.
Xie Wuyang straightened his expression, took out the cinnabar and yellow talisman paper he had bought, and wrote and drew according to his memory.
There are many spells and formations to seal memory, but they are not often used. Even Xie Wuyang can't remember them clearly, so he can only draw them and try again, and revise them if they don't work. Balls of waste paper pile up one after another, and soon the table is full of them.
It was not until the back of his neck began to ache that Xie Wuyang raised his head and noticed that the sky outside was getting darker, and the talisman paper on the table could only be barely seen clearly.
Xie Wuyang shook his neck and caught a glimpse of the lights on in the house opposite through the corner of his eye through the window.
The night wind blew, shaking the half-open window twice, revealing the white fingertips of the man in front of the table from time to time.
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Xie Wuyang hasn't had a dream for a long time.
I tossed and turned in bed, and had a hazy dream all night.
At first, they went shopping in Yao's shop just like they did during the day. Yun Wanzhou fed him a piece of peach blossom pastry and helped him wipe the corners of his lips.
Later, he caught a glimpse of the jade-like half earlobe, and somehow he raised his hand to pinch it. Then the scene was reversed and he moved to another place.
Ruyu's ears were red as blood, and the hand that touched them seemed to have turned into lips, and her breathing became hot and anxious.
Xie Wuyang's head was dizzy from the fever. He lowered his head in a daze and saw the other person's white hand falling on his chest, moving down inch by inch until it landed on a certain place and slowly held it.
Xie Wuyang was so anxious that the corners of his eyes turned red, and he kissed something randomly based on instinct.
The person under him couldn't help but groan from time to time.
What I hold in my hand is no longer a pen, but something else.
When Xie Wuyang woke up with a start, he felt his throat was dry and burning.
As his throat was rolling, he suddenly remembered what he had dreamed. He quickly lifted the quilt to take a look, then lay down again and closed his eyes.
After a while, the person lying on the bed turned over.
After a few seconds, he turned over again, his mind full of the nonsense in his dream.
Eyes concealing lust, a slender, white neck, the red marks on the delicate wrist bones, and the last thing I saw...
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang gasped twice, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, he reached his hand into the quilt and touched the place where the person in his dream had touched him.
Everything is messed up.
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The next day, Xie Wuyang got up early in the morning. The first thing he did was to bend over the desk, draw a few cleaning talismans, and use them on the bedding that was soiled last night.
After the heat had finally dissipated, I opened the window and saw the still-burning candlelight opposite, and my face flushed again.
During the more than twenty years that Xie Wuyang was the Demon Lord, all the elders and monarchs in the Demon Realm who had a seat in the temple wanted to please him.
Hearing that he was young and energetic and had no one by his side, all kinds of beauties tried their best to get into his bed.
I remember one time, Xie Wuyang had finished dealing with the government affairs of the day and looked tired. He had just laid down on the bed when he jumped up and turned his head. He saw a bulge in the quilt, which suddenly moved twice, revealing a beautiful face.
Her face is small and delicate, with exquisite eyebrows, eyes, upturned nose and red lips. She is as beautiful as a fairy, and everyone wants to take a second look at her.
Xie Wuyang had no intention of saying this. He just frowned, pursed his lips and asked her, "Who sent you here?"
The man thought he had an opportunity, so he raised his hand and slashed across the Demon Lord's chest, saying in a strangled voice, "Chimei City Lord."
"Pah—"
The delicate and boneless hand was knocked down mercilessly, leaving it red.
Xie Wuyang's face turned cold, and he kicked himself and his blanket off the bed, "Get out."
The quilt was scattered on the ground along the way, revealing her slender waist.
Xie Wuyang accidentally glanced at the other person's flat chest before he reacted.
Perhaps the Demon City Lord saw that he didn't touch women, so he was smart enough to find a man.
The love between Long Yang is not uncommon in the world of cultivation.
But when it really happened to him, Xie Wuyang was still so angry that he laughed out loud. That night, he tied up the man, stripped him naked, and sent him back to the bed of the Chimei City Lord.
At that time, Xie Wuyang's mind was full of revitalizing the demon world and seizing the Nightmare Stone. He had no time for romantic matters. As for his orientation, he never doubted it.
But now he is somewhat embarrassed.
Could it be that he made such a big mistake because no one was around him for too long and Yun Wanzhou's face was too eye-catching?
When Xie Wuyang glanced at the opposite window for the thirty-second time, the figure in front of the window suddenly moved, extinguished the candle, and dissipated the shadow on the window paper.
No matter how Xie Wuyang tried to look around, he couldn't see any sign of loss.
Xie Wuyang frowned, looking hesitant.
First, he remembered that Yun Wanzhou had agreed to Jiang Shutong's words, and then he remembered that the other party could not find the spell to seal his memory, so he would not sleep for three days.
As if he had found an excuse for himself, he suddenly relaxed his brows, grabbed the talisman he had drawn last night, walked out of the room, turned a corner and disappeared somewhere.
After a while, he turned back and knocked on the door opposite.
Xie Wuyang clutched the food box in his hand, cleared his throat, and called out to the person inside, "Master, disciple is here to bring you breakfast."
"Put it outside the door." Yun Wanzhou's voice was a little hoarse after not sleeping all night.
Xie Wuyang recalled the extremely suppressed groans in his dream. His mind went blank for a moment, and it took him a long time to find the words he had prepared in advance.
"Disciple wishes to dine with Master..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tightly closed door was opened with a "whoosh".
Yun Wanzhou seemed to have not slept all night. He was still wearing the same cloud-patterned robe from yesterday, with slightly wrinkled hem. His hair was not tied up, and his inky black hair was casually draped over his shoulders. He looked at him with a cold expression and his thin lips slightly pursed.
Xie Wuyang couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He withdrew his gaze from the other person as if he had been electrocuted, and hurriedly raised the food box in his hand, "Disciple brought some buns and vegetable porridge, I wonder if they suit Master's taste?"
Yun Wanzhou wasn't particular about food. Upon hearing this, he simply glanced at the food box and nodded nonchalantly, "Come in."
Both of them stayed in the guest rooms of Lianwumen, and the layout of the rooms was not much different.
But for some reason, Xie Wuyang always felt that Yun Wanzhou's place of residence seemed much better than his own.
The talisman paper on the table was not in a mess, the mattress was folded neatly, the dining chair was pushed under the table meticulously, and even the breath had a faint fragrance.
Xie Wuyang's nose twitched, and he asked without hesitation, "What kind of incense does Master use in his room?"
"I don't light incense." Yun Wanzhou took the food box from Xie Wuyang's hand and opened it one by one and put it away.
Xie Wuyang pulled out a stool and sat down, sniffing around and becoming more and more certain that he was not mistaken. "It seems to be... the scent of peach blossoms."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yun Wanzhou's movements paused noticeably.
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