"Ding ding ding ding..."
The iron chain, as thick as a wrist, made a crisp clanging sound, instantly waking the boy lying on the deathbed.
The young man had his hair tied up high with a crown, dressed in white with black hair, and had a handsome and flamboyant appearance. If his lips were not pale and colorless, what an amazing young man he would be.
Before he could even look up at the person, he was pulled tightly into an embrace. The person holding him was burning hot, and their heavy breathing splattered on his fair neck, causing it to turn red.
The man murmured softly, "Master..."
The boy was startled back to his senses by the word "master," and abruptly pushed away the person who was hugging him from the front, shouting, "Who's your master? Don't touch me!"
He used a lot of force and easily pushed the person away when they were off guard.
He glared at the man he had pushed back two steps, and said, word by word, "Let me leave, Feng Ye."
Feng Ye's expression instantly turned to pain after being pushed away, but upon hearing his words, his attitude changed drastically, his face darkening. "No."
As he spoke, he slowly moved closer, and with lightning speed, he grabbed the boy's chin. He looked down at the boy and said, "You said you would always be with me."
As the face drew closer, the boy knew exactly what was about to happen.
Before the kiss, which he could not accept, fell, Wen Fan suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes.
Looking out the window at the already bright sky, Wen Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
It was that dream again. Ever since he fell into the water and hit his head when he was eight years old, certain absurd yet incredibly real scenes began to appear frequently in his dreams.
It begins with his childhood memories of cultivation, then gradually progresses to his travels in his youth, and finally settles on the scene of him being kept in a confined space without any changes or alterations, simply repeating the same scene.
He told his master everything about the dream, hoping to find a solution.
Of course, he concealed all those erotic and unpleasant details.
His master advised him not to worry about it, as he was born with an excellent destiny and would not be hindered by such things.
Wen Fan listened, but not entirely. He would intentionally or unintentionally avoid actions that would lead him into danger in the dream.
For example, he attracted the attention of the person in the dream because he was too high-profile and flamboyant, so he began to keep a low profile after the age of eight. The dream said that he went out to travel and became famous when he was fifteen or sixteen, so he stayed in the Qingtian Sect obediently when he was fifteen or sixteen and did not leave the sect.
And in the dream, he said that he would meet the man in the dream for the first time at the Qingtian Sect Grand Competition when he was 22 years old, and that he would go out to travel in that year.
Its main theme is rebellion.
Today is his first day down the mountain.
Wen Fan's eyes suddenly widened. As far as the eye could see, there was a bustling crowd rushing forward, their destination the very inn where he was staying!
At the same time, faint sounds began to come from his doorway, the floor shaking from the rapid footsteps of several people.
There was more than one person!
Even after hearing the commotion, Wen Fan remained still in bed, waiting to see what would happen.
What if it's not him they're looking for?
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"Have you heard? The thief who kidnapped dozens of girls from Nianhua Pavilion over the past month has been found!"
"He seems to be a fair-skinned Taoist priest. You really can't judge a book by its cover!"
"..."
Early that morning, before the sun had even risen, Qifeng Town, located at the foot of the Qingtian Sect, the number one sect in the world, was already bustling with activity. The reason was that the thieves who had kidnapped dozens of girls in January from Nianhua Pavilion, a famous brothel in Qifeng Town, had been found.
Since a month ago, girls have been frequently disappearing from Nianhua Pavilion. The owner of Nianhua Pavilion sent out disciples from various sects with high magical skills, who were hired at great expense, to search for them, but all of them returned empty-handed.
To their surprise, the thief himself exposed his whereabouts last night when he was spotted by a waiter from Nianhua Pavilion who was out buying wine at night. Now, the owner of Nianhua Pavilion has surrounded the inn where the thief was staying, ensuring that not even a fly can get out.
"Master...Master, this time we're sure we haven't made a mistake. That servant said he saw the Paper Kite Girl's handkerchief on him, there's no mistake!"
A middle-aged woman with heavy makeup trailed behind a man dressed in black, chattering incessantly as she tried to convince him to believe her one more time.
The man she addressed as Pavilion Master was dressed in black, with a tall and straight figure. He wore a half-carved mask on his face, revealing a cold and stern expression on the other half.
He scoffed after hearing the middle-aged woman's words, "That would be best."
The informant servant walked in front, and relying on his memory, he arrived at the door of the white-robed Taoist priest's room from the previous night. He arrogantly kicked open the door and shouted, "You wicked Taoist priest, what are you waiting for...!"
His words trailed off, his eyes fixed on the scene before him. After a long pause, he finally managed to utter, "What—what are you doing?"
The bed in this inn is placed diagonally opposite the door, so you can see the person lying on the bed as soon as you open the door.
The servant was focused on the scene on the small wooden bed. The image was quite impactful to him, and he stammered for a long time before continuing, "I never expected him to be a thief who doesn't discriminate between men and women!"
Wen Fan coughed abruptly, startled by his words, and sat up abruptly. "What?"
More than why these people were barging into his room so early in the morning, he was curious about how the servant had figured out he was indiscriminate in his sexuality.
Although he doesn't have a woman he likes, it doesn't mean he likes men, does it?
The servant pointed to the bed beneath him, "You're sleeping with a man."
The servant wasn't actually pointing to the bed board, but rather to someone else on that bed board.
That was the boy he picked up last night while chasing the robber.
The night was very dark. Even without lighting magic tools in the deep forest, he could not see the path under his feet.
The boy who had fainted in the deep forest was unfortunately stepped on by him, and it was because of this that he discovered the other person.
Wen Fan didn't use any magical artifacts for lighting at the time; he just walked forward by instinct, and accidentally stepped on something.
He initially thought it was a corpse because he had kicked it quite hard, but the person didn't react at all. It wasn't until he reached out in the dark to check the other person's breathing that Wen Fan realized he had misjudged the situation.
Although the breath was faint, it was definitely a living person.
He probably just fainted.
In this remote mountain forest, leaving him alone was not an option, so after much thought, Wen Fan brought him back.
"Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda."
He told himself this as he helped the boy up from the ground and carried him step by step out of the deep forest.
Because he was completely focused on looking ahead, Wen Fan did not notice that the person on his back slowly opened his eyes. The eyes were as black as ink, staring intently at half of his profile, but he did not last long before fainting again.
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