Chapter 11: Xie Linzhao Makes His Appearance (Character Shaping)
Mingjian silently rolled his eyes.
You're the weird one! Your whole family is weird!
But now that he was under someone else's roof, he had no choice but to bow his head and asked in a muffled voice, "What's so strange about it?"
Xiao Bumian sat up, thought for a moment, and said seriously, "Aren't you afraid I'll kill you if you stay with me?"
Mingjian: "...?"
He wondered if he had misheard, and was afraid he would kill him? He was more afraid that Xiao Bumian would secretly kiss him now, okay?
Just thinking about Xiao Bumian staring straight at him gives Mingjian goosebumps. This guy still plays the aloof immortal vibe; he's so hypocritical.
Perhaps because he was too tired, Mingjian's head was spinning. When he saw Xiao Bumian sit up and get off the couch, he said as he walked, "What's there to be afraid of?"
As she spoke, she walked up to Xiao Bumian, took a deep breath, and asked, "Are you still going to sleep?"
Before Xiao Bumian could say anything, Mingjian said, "Never mind, since you're already sitting up, you probably aren't going to sleep anymore."
He pushed Xiao Bumian aside and used both his hands and feet to get onto the bed.
Xiao Bumian frowned, calmly wondering if this little good-for-nothing was courting death.
Let's just kill him.
Mingjian was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping, and he couldn't even empathize with his past self from a few hours ago. What did being a lecher mean to him? It was nothing compared to sleep. Besides, with Xiao Bumian's cultivation level, if he really wanted to do something to him, it wouldn't matter even if Mingjian kept his eyes open.
Since that's the case, you might as well sleep and eat as usual, and deal with the rest after you've had a good night's rest. Why force yourself to cultivate in bed?
Therefore, Ming Jian forced himself to stay awake and waved to Xiao Bumian, "Alright, blow out the candles when you go out."
After saying that, Gaba closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.
Xiao Bumian's eyes darkened slightly as he looked at the sleeping Mingjian, a strange sense of irritation rising in his heart.
Why isn't that little good-for-nothing afraid of him?
Since those people sent him to kill him, they should have told Mingjian about his true identity. Besides, clearly two months ago, that good-for-nothing's legs were trembling when he saw him. What happened to make him no longer afraid of him?
I really want to kill him.
Xiao Bumian lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting two shadows on his pale face. Unbeknownst to him, a bone chain had silently wrapped around Mingjian's neck, slowly tightening.
Mingjian, still half asleep, unconsciously frowned, raised his hand to pat the bone chain around his neck, and mumbled, "Stop messing around."
Her voice was heavy with sleepiness, and she even snuggled closer to Xiao Bumian.
Xiao Bumian was startled, and the bone chain instantly froze. He looked down at Ming Jian's unguarded sleeping face, the other's warm breath falling on his wrist.
As if guided by a ghost, he gently raised his hand and touched it. Unlike his perpetually cold constitution, Mingjian seemed to be warm all over.
The bone chain loosened silently, yet remained loosely wrapped around his face. Xiao Bumian stared at Mingjian's flushed cheeks for a long time, then suddenly reached out and pinched them.
Soft.
Hot.
…alive.
As if he had discovered something new and interesting, he pinched Mingjian's face and pulled it outwards.
That's how Mingjian was woken up.
"..."
You son of a bitch, Xiao Bumian! I'll fight you to the death!
No, no, are you going to use your Qi Refining Level 6 cultivation to send yourself to someone else's death?
Ming Jian used all his strength to suppress his impulse, "Xie Hanwei, what exactly do you want to do?"
He couldn't take it anymore! No wonder he disliked Xiao Bumian in the original story! If his cultivation level weren't too low, he would definitely have torn Xiao Bumian to pieces.
Xiao Bumian lowered his eyelids slightly and let go. "I was just thinking," he said, "that you are like the cat I used to keep, warm."
Mingjian: "..."
If you want to take advantage of him, just say so. Why beat around the bush? Do you think anyone will believe this excuse?
Mingjian forced a smile and said, "If I'm not hot, then I'll die."
It would be strange if it wasn't hot, okay?
Not everyone is like you.
However, Mingjian didn't dare to say these words out loud. He was furious. As he spoke, he slumped onto the bed again, even rolling over to get further away from Xiao Bumian.
Xiao Bumian stared at his retreating figure for a long while, then finally retracted the bone chain that had been hidden in mid-air. Immediately afterward, she casually raised her hand and slashed, tearing a deep rift in the void before disappearing from the room in the next instant.
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I don't know if it's because I think about it during the day, but Mingjian dreamed about Xiao Bumian.
In the dream, Mingjian was trapped in a soft red curtain, the dim candlelight flickered, the wick crackled and popped, and he could vaguely see someone sitting not far away.
A corner of the gauze curtain was lifted by the wind, letting a small wisp of fragrance waft into the curtain.
The white-robed immortal sat quietly before the chessboard, a black jade chess piece still held between his slender fingers. Noticing Mingjian's gaze, he slowly turned his head.
"Awake?" A cool voice rang out.
Mingjian's body trembled slightly. He wanted to run away, but he was shocked to find that his wrists and ankles were already bound by cold iron chains. The slightest movement made a soft clanging sound.
Xiao Bumian's lips curved into a very faint smile. He slowly walked over, leaned closer, and sighed softly, "...You're really so disobedient. Didn't you say you'd stay with me?"
"If you don't obey, I'll have no choice but to treat you like this every day."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Bumian lowered his head and bit Mingjian's neck.
Mingjian: "..."
Wake up! You were dreaming about a ghost!
Finally, the intense desire to escape gradually pulled Mingjian out of the dream.
The dream suddenly became chaotic, and Xiao Bumian seemed to frown in dissatisfaction. Whether it was a coincidence or something else, Xiao Bumian looked up and stared straight at Mingjian in the void, as if he could look at Mingjian through the dream and reality.
Mingjian's body stiffened.
The next moment, the dream collapsed.
Mingjian sat up abruptly, his heart still pounding. It took him a while to realize what he had been dreaming about.
Mingjian: "…………"
That's it, he's corrupt.
How could he possibly dream of Xiao Bumian?!
And he even dreamt that Xiao Bumian bit his neck? Is that true? ...This must be a nightmare, right?
Ming was struck dumb, and sat up on the bed for a long time, unable to recover.
The more he recalled it, the more he wanted to bury himself in a hole. Thankfully, he had previously confirmed with the system that it wouldn't know exactly what he did in his dreams. Otherwise, he could have dealt with the system first while he was tidying up.
It's all Xiao Bumian's fault for always plotting against him. Otherwise, why would he have such a dream?
This dream was truly a nightmare; I was still somewhat dazed when I went downstairs.
Song Heyu and Gu Zhi were eating breakfast downstairs. They hadn't yet reached the Golden Core stage and couldn't abstain from grains. Seeing Mingjian's listless face, Gu Zhi couldn't help but mock, "Oh, did you spend the whole night cultivating in your room? Your cultivation isn't high, but you're quite diligent."
Ming gave a forced, insincere smile and said, "Heh heh."
It's better to cultivate all night.
Seeing the two obvious dark circles under his eyes, Song Heyu pursed her lips and said, "Although cultivation is important, you still need to keep your mind clear at all times after entering the secret realm. The Yunlai Immortal Mansion is full of dangers, so you should take a few calming pills first."
As she spoke, Song Heyu took out a small jade bottle from the Qiankun bag at her waist and handed it to Mingjian.
Seeing that he wasn't being coy, Ming accepted the jade bottle and thanked him, saying, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
Song Heyu smiled, and Gu Zhi beside him snorted, but didn't say anything, just crossed her arms and looked at him.
After taking the calming pill, Mingjian felt much more relaxed.
The waiter brought over another bowl of porridge, and Mingjian also drank some.
Before they could even take a couple of sips, a violent commotion suddenly erupted upstairs. With a loud "bang," the carved railing of the top-tier room shattered, and amidst the flying wood chips, a figure in a sky-blue robe plummeted like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the octagonal table not far from Mingjian and the others. The fine pear wood table instantly shattered into pieces, and teaware and dishes were scattered all over the floor.
The room was completely silent.
Before the dust had even settled, another young man in black slowly descended from the floor above the top-tier room. He was enveloped in demonic energy, holding a sword to the neck of the cultivator in the Azure Sect robes.
"Xie Linzhao! How dare you touch me!" the cultivator in the blue robes exclaimed angrily.
Upon hearing the familiar name, Mingjian paused in his porridge-drinking motion and looked in the direction of the two.
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