Chapter 29 Deeper Affection, Held Hearing the Dew He Was Hesitant; Behind the Scenes, Xiao Huaiyuan Was…
After Lord Yun left, Fu Ming finally began to face the problem he had deliberately ignored: the antidote pill was indeed useless, and the aphrodisiac still took effect.
How incredibly unlucky!
The heat in Fu Ming's lower abdomen continued to rise, like a ball of evil fire solidified into a tangible form, wantonly licking his most sensitive parts.
His legs went weak, and he couldn't even hold his sword properly. He slumped to the ground, completely disoriented.
What's even more infuriating is that the aphrodisiac that the playboy got his hands on from who knows where, actually had the effect of confusing the mind.
When Fu Ming realized this, he was already on the verge of a complete breakdown.
Before his eyes, a riot of colors and clusters of flowers flashed by, sometimes showing various films from his past life, sometimes transforming into picture albums he had just flipped through yesterday—truly disturbing his Daoist mind.
System, could you please install a cleansing mantra on a loop within his consciousness? Where is he? Where did the system go?
Not there when they should be.
Fu Ming wanted to relieve himself, but after trembling as he half-unbuckled his belt, he found that his fingers were weak and his whole body was almost limp.
Depend on.
His lips twitched, forcing a bitter smile.
Therefore, the alluring smile that Xiao Huaiyuan saw was a complete misunderstanding. But he was unaware of this, and simply interpreted it as permission to take things further.
His heart was equally hard and passionate.
Xiao Huaiyuan carried Fu Ming all the way back to room number seventeen in the Tianzi section and placed him on the soft couch.
Although Fu Ming was nestled on the bed, his hands and feet were not quite still, and he offered his sweaty waist and abdomen to Xiao Huaiyuan's arms, as if he were at Xiao Huaiyuan's mercy.
He mumbled indistinctly, "Hot."
After a day of running and fighting, his thin gauze dress had been torn to shreds, leaving him practically naked.
On her fair skin, the fine red marks left by the silk threads intertwined, making her appear even more stunning.
Like the beautiful ghosts that Xiao Huaiyuan had seen in storybooks, which sucked the life essence of people.
That was when Fu Ming was still alive. He had accidentally found the storybook in the crack of the bookcase and secretly kept it. His most vulgar fantasies about his senior brother all came from this.
Fu Ming would probably never have guessed that this provocative and explicit erotic novel would fall into the hands of his most upright and conservative junior brother. Just as he would never have known how Xiao Huaiyuan, who practiced the family's art of severing emotions and desires, secretly portrayed him as a seductive ghost, a lonely fox spirit, and a wanton lover.
No one else in the world would know.
But his senior brother was much more enthusiastic than he had imagined.
Acting solely on instinct, Fu Ming draped most of his body over Xiao Huaiyuan, the alternating hot and cold sensations relieving the burning, tingling itch.
He greedily absorbed the icy spiritual energy emanating from Xiao Huaiyuan's body, but external water could not quench internal fire; this was not what he wanted.
Fu Ming's peach blossom eyes narrowed, as if brimming with tears: "Help me..."
On the candlestick in the side room, the candlelight flickered, then suddenly became as soft as silk.
In the painting illuminated by candlelight, the bamboo forest sways in the wind, and a scholar plays the zither. His ten fingers move in circles, and the sound of the zither flows like water for thousands of miles, stirring up the blue waves of the rivers.
As evening falls, the spring tide rises again, its gentle, continuous flow dampening the scholar's robes with fine, dense waves.
The scroll bears the inscription: "The spring scenery is so beautiful, how can we let it go to waste?"
The third watch of the night had passed, and the candle was reduced to a limp tip, its wax dripping like fresh snow.
Xiao Huaiyuan's soaked clothes were rolled up and crumpled on the couch. Fu Ming still had a high fever throughout the night and was sweating profusely.
He was curled up in Xiao Huaiyuan's arms, sometimes sleeping peacefully, sometimes his shoulders trembled slightly, his legs were tightly wrapped, and his swollen lips kept opening and closing, as if he was murmuring in his dream.
Fu Ming did indeed have a beautiful dream.
In his dream, he inexplicably fell into a snake pit inhabited by thousands of snakes, and he had no weapon he was used to. The only weapon in his bag was the low-grade iron sword that he had bought for five spirit stones when he first returned to the Tianyan Sect.
All that could be heard was the hissing of snakes, as the swarm of snakes eyed his defenseless body covetously. His dantian was empty, and his attempts to defend himself with the broken sword were futile, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Before long, the snakes' fangs shattered the true qi defenses on his body, and he collapsed onto the damp earth.
The snake scales were sticky and slippery, probing and drilling into the living creature. Fu Ming was squeezed and itched uncontrollably, and muffled groans escaped from his lips.
Those damned beasts.
Then, extreme cold and heat alternated within his body, causing him to sweat profusely and even making his bones feel soft and numb.
Fu Ming was unwilling to sit and wait for death. He used his sword energy to cut off several thin snakes, then stood up with difficulty, clutching his aching lower abdomen, and moved out step by step.
Suddenly, a giant golden-eyed snake emerged from outside the cave, blocking his path, but did not attack.
The snake's body glowed, and the tips of its scales had fine, shimmering gold lines. Fu Ming glanced at it and knew it was no ordinary beast, and he didn't want to provoke it further.
Fu Ming shouted, "What do you want me to give you?"
"I want your heart."
It was unclear whether this giant snake had never seen a living person before, but when it spoke, its tone was quite strange, and each word was stiff, as if it had been holding it in for a long time.
"How can that be? If I cut out my heart for you, wouldn't I die?" Fu Ming was unwilling to make such a losing deal.
The giant snake did not respond, but silently swam to his side. It was such a huge creature that it completely blocked out the light in the cave.
The snake's body was incredibly hard, as cold as iron, and weighed over a thousand pounds. When it pressed down, Fu Ming was completely unable to resist and could only lie on the ground and raise his sword to defend himself, only to end up with a broken iron sword that shattered in two.
Fu Ming: "Hoo, hoo, let's make a deal. If you don't eat me, I'll take you to see the world, how about it?"
But it was too late. The giant serpent's fangs had already pierced through his calf. Just when Fu Ming thought he was about to die in the snake's mouth, he vaguely felt that most of the snake venom that was causing trouble in his body had been drawn out.
The snake-like sound rolled deeply within the cave: "I want you to love me."
...
"Senior brother, I want you to love me."
Xiao Huaiyuan used the back of his wet hand to press against Fu Ming's burning forehead.
Just now, Fu Ming tossed and turned on the bed, babbling incoherently. Xiao Huaiyuan listened intently for a long time, only vaguely making out the phrase, "What do you want?"
His desires were something he couldn't bear to be exposed to, so why did his senior brother keep teasing him like this?
Fu Ming seemed to understand something.
Could this be his belated Daoist partner, as a protagonist in a fantasy novel?
Since his system only went online after he became the Demon Lord, it's understandable that his Daoist partner arrived later.
In the classic male-oriented revenge novels he had read, the male protagonist would always suffer bad luck and be poisoned by love, only to be rescued by a confidante with whom he had already developed feelings. The confidante would then repay him with her body, and they would spend the night together in passion, after which the male and female protagonists would confess their feelings and form a romantic bond.
The giant snake's smooth head was gently nudging his face, as if it were a docile and intelligent Border Collie he had raised in his previous life.
They're quite cute, but isn't it inappropriate to become Daoist partners without an emotional foundation?
Moreover, he didn't have a snake fetish.
Fu Ming patted the snake's head.
Life is unpredictable. After a brief respite, just as dawn was approaching, a surge of heat rose within Fu Ming's body again, igniting a second wave of intense passion.
Although the giant snake helped to draw out the poison, the damage was too deep-seated to reverse; Fu Ming's stomach still ached unbearably, and he was sweating profusely. He could only lean weakly against the giant snake, waiting for its tail to gently soothe his pain.
Fortunately, Xiao Huaiyuan already knew his weakness.
He knew where to start for maximum efficiency, and he also knew what Fu Ming's Achilles' heel was.
Soon, the morning mist condensed into dew on the red leaves. The night dew was heavy and about to drip, bending the branches of a tree and causing them to sway in the wind, which stirred up a sense of unease in the heart.
After a satisfied sigh, Fu Ming finally escaped the torment of the heat poison, his whole body dripping wet, as if he had been pulled out of a pool.
With a shift in light and shadow, the giant snake instantly transformed into a human form. The human's face was blurred, shrouded in a layer of golden light, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him.
But since it was a dream, Fu Ming didn't notice anything wrong.
It turns out that the giant snake's human form was a beautiful woman who was even taller than him.
The woman beside him was not the gentle, understanding, and empathetic woman Fu Ming had imagined; instead, she was relentlessly pressing forward, creating a strong sense of oppression.
"Don't you want to spend the rest of your life with me?"
Fu Ming's Adam's apple bobbed as he quietly shifted back: "It's too early now. Give me some more time."
Since ancient times, it has been hardest to resist the kindness of a beautiful woman. He had a premonition that something bad was about to happen, and thus lost the frivolous air of self-righteousness that he thought he could control people's hearts.
"Or is it that you already have someone else in your heart?" The man's golden eyes were cold, and he pressed his hard snake tail against Fu Ming's coccyx, making his lower back go numb.
“Listen to what you’re saying. As the poets say, if two people are truly in love, why should they care about the pleasures of being together every day and night?”
Fu Ming sat upright with a serious expression and brought out his untested theory of love, which sounded quite profound at first glance.
"We haven't known each other long enough yet, so it wouldn't be right to make a lifelong commitment so hastily. It would be better to wait until our relationship deepens and we have the blessings of our family and friends, and then things will naturally fall into place."
Of course, that's just a bluff. Once he returns to the Demon Realm, the sky's the limit and the sea's the limit. Where would we find him to cultivate a relationship with?
Since Fu Ming's high fever gradually subsided, Xiao Huaiyuan noticed that he could hear his questions clearly and respond with clear speech.
However, his eyes, still veiled in mist, remained bewildered, staring blankly at a certain point in the void. He couldn't recognize Xiao Huaiyuan, probably because the hallucinogenic effects of the drug hadn't yet worn off.
Xiao Huaiyuan wanted to elicit his true feelings, so he grasped his hand and replied.
"But I don't believe it."
As the giant snake's coiled tongue tightly wrapped around his hand, Fu Ming's heart skipped a beat.
This snake isn't easy to fool; we'll have to come up with a plan.
He gently pulled her into his arms, kissed her forehead lightly, and said tenderly:
"Don't be afraid, girl, I will take responsibility for you."
Unexpectedly, the girl took the initiative, pinning him to the ground and kissing him until he was dizzy and disoriented, unable to break free. Every time he tried to climb out of her grasp, she would whip his flesh with a hard whip, each strike ruthless, making Fu Ming, who was already in a vulnerable state, tremble like a leaf.
Everyone says snakes are naturally talkative, and now he's finally experienced it for himself.
A milky white fog flowed slowly through the mountains, occasionally punctuated by birdsong, and the area was teeming with life. Fu Ming finally had a chance to catch his breath.
Ouch, that pinched him so hard, his waist is probably bruised by now.
How come this aloof beauty has such a strong grip?
The man said, "So you like rough things."
"It's all a misunderstanding..."
After saying this, Fu Ming lay down on Xiao Huaiyuan's lap and fell asleep, leaving Xiao Huaiyuan alone in the room to savor the memory.
...
Before the peace had been restored for long, the spiritual energy fluctuations belonging to the Nascent Soul stage instantly exploded within a radius of fifty miles.
A powerful stream of water shattered the door, and Yang Pei, the Palace Master of Qingyue Palace, burst in.
"Xiao Huaiyuan! What are you doing hiding here? Come out and clean up this mess!"
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