Chapter 131 Tu Si "Master, don't move."
"yes."
The maidservant clearly didn't believe Xie Wuyang's words and said with a look of doubt: "I've never heard of him having a Taoist partner."
Xie Wuyang sneered, his expression disdainful. "My master has a cold and aloof temperament and keeps a low profile. Naturally, he's not like others who would make a big fuss about finding a Taoist partner."
The maidservant kept asking, "Who is the Immortal Venerable's Taoist companion?"
Xie Wuyang faced Yun Wanzhou's warning look, his throat moved, and his body moved before his brain. He squeezed in between the maid and Yun Wanzhou, and leaned forward to peek before Yun Wanzhou could react.
Facing the maids and attendants of the Demonic Palace, including Song Duoyan, he breathed closer and placed a kiss behind Yun Wanzhou's ear, "It is so far away, yet so close before our eyes."
Yun Wanzhou's pupils trembled, and he pushed Xie Wuyang away and stood up.
Yun Wanzhou's neck was red, and his whole body was steaming as if it had been roasted by fire. He glared at Xie Wuyang with an angry look on his face, and his lips opened and closed for a long time. Because of Song Duoyan and the maid, he couldn't utter a word.
On the other hand, Xie Wuyang's gloomy expression disappeared, and he looked as if basking in the spring breeze, and his words became gentle.
"Master Song, Immortal Yun and I are in love and have already made a lifelong commitment. I'm afraid I'm going to offend you and the two beauties."
Song Duoyan's eyes curved, a shrewd smile flickering in her eyes. "It's my fault for not finding out beforehand. I simply didn't expect there were two such unworldly and uninhibited individuals among the immortal sect."
Song Duoyan's eyes flickered between the two people, and suddenly he remembered something. He said in a daze, "I didn't know your relationship before, so I ordered people to prepare two guest rooms. I didn't know your relationship was so special..."
Song Duoyan waved her hand, ordered the maids to withdraw, and said to the attendant, "Go and have the two guest rooms packed up. Clear out the southwest room and use it for Yun Xianzun and..."
Song Duoyan raised the corner of his lips in interest and slowly added the rest of the words, "Madam Immortal is cultivating feelings. What do you two think?"
Yun Wanzhou's face was as cold as ice and he said nothing.
Xie Wuyang, however, was extremely pleased with the title "Madam Immortal" and nodded with satisfaction, "I think it's great."
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Yun Wanzhou seemed really angry.
During the banquet, Xie Wuyang repeatedly talked to him, saying things like, "The wine from the Demon Realm is really good," and "The food from the Demon Realm isn't as delicious as the food from the chefs at Cangqiong Mountain."
Apart from the occasional "hmm" or "ah", Yun Wanzhou didn't even get a consoling look.
The pleasure of revenge just now quickly disappeared. Xie Wuyang rubbed the wine glass in his hand with his fingertips, and his heart gradually became uneasy.
"It's getting late today. Why don't you two go back and rest first? We can talk about other things tomorrow." Song Duoyan stood up with the help of his attendants and waved to the two of them.
Xie Wuyang's mind had already flown somewhere else, and he nodded absentmindedly when he heard this.
Yun Wanzhou stood up immediately and bowed to Song Duoyan, "Thank you for your hospitality."
After saying this, he was about to turn around and leave when Song Duoyan's eyebrows suddenly moved and he stopped him, "Wait a moment, Immortal Venerable."
Yun Wanzhou paused and waited for Song Duoyan's next words.
Song Duoyan curled her lips at him, her eyes revealing a knowing and amused look. "The Demon Palace is surrounded by roads. I'm afraid the Immortal Venerable won't be able to find the place."
"Tu Si." Song Duoyan called out towards the gate of the Demon Palace.
A tall, masked man in black, with standing black hair, walked over. He supported himself with one hand on the ground and the other on his knee, then half-knelt and said, "What are your orders, Demon Lord?"
"Take the Immortal Master and Master Xie to their guest rooms."
"Yes." The man in black stood up swiftly. His eyes were dark and cold, as if covered by a layer of white mist, empty and emotionless. "Immortal Lord, thank you, Master. Please leave with me."
Xie Wuyang's gaze lingered on him for a moment, and for some reason, a strange discomfort rose in his heart. "Okay."
The demon palace was brightly lit, as bright as day.
The patrolling demon soldiers came one after another, guarding the palace tightly.
Xie Wuyang followed behind Yun Wanzhou, trying to figure out his expression while distractedly thinking about Song Duoyan's purpose.
According to rumors, Song Duoyan was supposed to have died in the great battle with Fuguang Shenzun a thousand years ago, and the demon clan had already undergone several generations. Who would have thought that Song Duoyan concealed his identity and hid in the demon world for many years, and still sat firmly on the throne of Demon Lord for countless years.
Now the demon world is ready to make a move, and is frequently fighting with the immortal sect because of the Nightmare Stone. I'm afraid it is also Song Duoyan's doing.
The man in black lit the lights in the hall, bowed to the two people and took his leave, closing the door. Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou were left alone in the hall, looking at each other in an awkward atmosphere.
Yun Wanzhou's thin lips tightened, his phoenix eyes still revealing the shame and helplessness he had just shown in the palace. "What nonsense are you talking about in front of Song Duoyan?"
"Nonsense?" Thinking of the good things he had done, Xie Wuyang felt no regrets. "My disciple's words are well-founded and reasonable. How can they be called nonsense?"
Yun Wanzhou was speechless and turned his head away from him.
The Demon Palace is different from the Demon Village. The people in the Evil Ghost Village are always worried about food, housing and transportation. They also consider for a long time before lighting the lamps, trying to save as much as possible.
The Demon Palace is different. Song Duoyan is the Demon Lord and has countless people serving him. Naturally, he doesn't need to worry about trivial matters such as lighting candles.
The lights in the room were bright, making Yun Wanzhou's face clearly visible. When he was close, Xie Wuyang could even see the fine hairs on his face, and the red neck naturally could not escape Xie Wuyang's eyes.
Late at night, when everyone is asleep, I sit opposite my beloved. Being young and restless, it is inevitable that I will have wild thoughts.
Xie Wuyang inappropriately recalled the countless erotic dreams he had had, and the passionate kiss mixed with alcohol not long ago.
Even though he knew that he got the other party's response of charity because of pity, it still made his heart surge and he couldn't help but want to do whatever he wanted to him and take it a step further.
But he couldn't, he was already overstepping his bounds.
If he went any further, Yun Wanzhou might really turn against him.
Xie Wuyang forced himself to look away, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp. Only then did he barely suppress the heat in his heart and remembered the main purpose of the two of them coming to the Demon Lord.
"What does Master think?" Xie Wuyang changed the subject.
Yun Wanzhou turned to look at him, "Which aspect?"
"First he asked us to go to the Demon Palace to reminisce about the past, then he invited us to a banquet and dinner, and now he's just pushed everything to tomorrow. Master, don't you think he's stalling?"
"Song Duoyan's resurrection from the dead is already shrouded in mystery. It's hard to guess what his purpose is."
"Yes." Xie Wuyang agreed, "There's one more thing. That Tu Si..."
"Is it customary to wear masks in the demon world?"
Xie Wuyang thought about it and replied subconsciously, "No."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xie Wuyang came back to his senses, remembering that he was still very young when he went up the mountain, and he could not remember anything before he was stranded in the human world. He also grew up in the mountains since he was a child, so how could he know so much about the customs of the demon world?
Why did Yun Wanzhou ask him?
Xie Wuyang's heart skipped a beat and began beating like a drum.
He didn't know if it was because Yun Wanzhou had guessed something and was testing him, or if he had simply asked without noticing. But it had finally triggered a long-buried bomb in Xie Wuyang's mind.
There was a moment of silence in the air. Yun Wanzhou made no sound, nor did he make any movement or response.
Xie Wuyang didn't even dare to look up at him, and could only let the panic spread in this silent anxiety, licking his lips, his fingertips constantly curling and unclenching.
"Hmm." Yun Wanzhou's voice, like a sword hanging over his head, finally fell. "Go on. What do you think happened to Tu Si?"
The taut string in my mind loosened with a clang.
Xie Wuyang's fingertips suddenly tightened, not relaxing at all even though the sword hadn't landed on him. "Song Duoyan wears a mask because he's afraid of being discovered. But it's disrespectful for a subordinate to mask himself in front of the Demon Lord. Song Duoyan shouldn't let this happen."
Xie Wuyang struggled to gather his thoughts, not knowing what Yun Wanzhou was thinking. "Tu Si is definitely not an ordinary guard."
Xie Wuyang swallowed his saliva, raised his eyes nervously, and asked tentatively, "Master, are you willing to go with me tonight to find Tu Si and find out what happened?"
If Yun Wanzhou really guessed that he was not Xie Wuyang, and that he had taken his disciple's body and deceived his superiors and subordinates, such a despicable behavior, given Yun Wanzhou's personality, would definitely not forgive him and would not travel with him again.
But if Yun Wanzhou agreed...
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, his mind tense to the extreme.
Finally, Yun Wanzhou spoke, "I'm afraid it won't work tonight."
Xie Wuyang panicked and asked in an instant, "Why?"
Yun Wanzhou glanced at him as if he saw through everything, then calmly poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip, "Look outside."
Xie Wuyang obediently turned his head and looked at the closed window on the side.
A blurry figure appeared in front of the window, leaning slightly, as if listening to something.
Perhaps noticing that there was no sound in the house, the figure moved, changed his posture and stuck to the window paper. With a flick of his fingertips, he poked a hole in the window paper and moved his eyes closer.
"Master." Almost at the same time, Xie Wuyang called Yun Wanzhou.
Yun Wanzhou suddenly withdrew his gaze from the window. The moment he looked up, Xie Wuyang raised his arm and put his arm around his waist, leaning forward to close the distance between them.
"You..." Yun Wanzhou's eyes trembled, and he subconsciously raised his hand to push him, but Xie Wuyang grabbed his hand and handcuffed it in his arms.
"Don't move." Xie Wuyang frowned and met Yun Wanzhou's eyes seriously. "Song Duoyan must be suspicious of the identities of my master and my Taoist companions, so he sent people here to investigate."
Yun Wanzhou did not give up and struggled a few more times, and finally realized that since some time ago, Xie Wuyang's size and strength had surpassed his, and he was able to easily clamp him.
Yun Wanzhou was unable to use his spiritual power to suppress it. After a struggle, his breathing became uneven. He pushed towards Xie Wuyang in dissatisfaction, "It's all because you were talking nonsense in front of him..."
Little did he know that the look he just gave Xie Wuyang was filled with anger and resentment, almost like the whispers between lovers, which made his heart numb and half his bones go soft.
"If I don't do this, will Master allow that maid to hug, cuddle, and pull me?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Yun Wanzhou raised his knee and pressed it against Xie Wuyang's lower abdomen. He used his hands and feet to try to distance the two of them. "Even if you don't say it, I will find a reason to..."
Xie Wuyang's breathing became disordered for a moment, but returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
"What should we do with her?" Xie Wuyang tried to change his mind almost anxiously.
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips, moved his curled legs in dissatisfaction, and pushed Xie Wuyang away. "Can you please let me finish what I'm saying?"
Xie Wuyang suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth, "Master, don't move."
Yun Wanzhou hummed, then opened his eyes wide. A variety of emotions brewed in his usually dull eyes, vivid and lively, as if silently questioning Xie Wuyang, "You ordered me?"
He was clearly still as stubborn and strong-willed as he had been in their previous confrontations, never conceding defeat. But in this moment, with Yun Wanzhou pinned beneath him, all his struggles and questions were fueled by the raging fire of lust. A single, indifferent glance instantly burned Xie Wuyang to ashes, leaving him forever devastated.
Xie Wuyang's Adam's apple moved, and he released Yun Wanzhou's lips. His voice sounded like it had been rubbed by sandpaper, "Disciple, I dare not."
After finally speaking again, Yun Wanzhou scolded and pushed Xie Wuyang, "Then you still..."
I don't know what happened, but the words on her lips suddenly stopped. Then, her eyes widened and her face was filled with shock.
The air was silent.
Xie Wuyang was silent.
Yun Wanzhou was even more speechless, his lips opening and closing, unable to utter a single word for a long time. Finally, he gave up on explaining and simply turned his face away.
"You get up first."
Xie Wuyang coughed twice and said unnaturally, "Maybe it won't work."
Yun Wanzhou's body stiffened, "You..."
Xie Wuyang looked out the window and defended himself, "Song Duoyan's people are still watching us."
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