Chapter 62 Youthful Spring Robes (Part 8)
Even after returning to his room with the magic weapon, Wei Feng was still in a daze.
"That bow is so impressive!" Xuan Zhiyan, who came looking for someone, spotted the longbow on the table at a glance, picked it up, and weighed it in his hand.
A cat's head popped out from his front, howled at the longbow, and stretched out its paw to touch it, but its paw was grabbed.
"Wutuo, stop fooling around, you can't eat this." Xuan Zhiyan pinched its pink little paw pads, then turned to Wei Feng and asked, "Did you go to the treasure pavilion again?"
"Given by my master." Wei Feng looked at the bow and arrow and sighed deeply.
Xuan Zhiyan put down his bow and arrows, puzzled, and asked, "You've got such a good thing, what's there to worry about?"
Wei Feng leaned against the couch, propping his head up, and beckoned to Wu Tuo in his arms. Wu Tuo immediately wagged its tail rapidly and leaped from Xuan Zhiyan's arms onto him.
"Sigh—" Xuan Zhiyan only managed to grab a handful of hair, and said with a mix of laughter and tears, "You little rascal, all that good food and drink I've served you for so long has been for nothing."
"Awoo." Wu Tuo, standing on Wei Feng's stomach, turned around and wagged its tail at him, then eagerly turned back, rubbing its head against Wei Feng's chin, "Awoo~"
"Wutuo, come back to Daddy!" Xuan Zhiyan clapped his hands persistently.
Wu Tuo looked at Wei Feng, then at Xuan Zhiyan, and hesitantly stepped on Wei Feng's stomach.
Wei Feng smiled and rubbed its little head, then suddenly his expression froze.
Although he found this spirit beast in the back mountain and named it only to commemorate another Wutuo who died in the Chaolong Secret Realm, he couldn't help but think of Zhou Huaiming every time he saw it.
He kills the spirit pets he keeps by his side without hesitation. Zhou Huaiming is so ruthless and shows no mercy. Is Master really that kind of person?
Wei Feng didn't want to believe it from the bottom of his heart.
Master was right. Zhou Huaiming deserved to die for what he had done, and he shouldn't have hesitated at all. However, he had clearly seen the black jade bracelet on his master's primordial spirit during the lightning tribulation that day, and the faint fragrance and blood scent on his master's body were exactly the same as 'Zhou Huaiming'...
But his master was nothing like Zhou Huaiming. His master doted on him and wouldn't let him suffer even the slightest injury, while Zhou Huaiming never showed him any mercy. All the most serious injuries he suffered came from Zhou Huaiming. His master would never say anything to him that was almost like flirting, like asking him to be a second wife or a furnace for a concubine.
Wei Feng couldn't help but think of the scene when Jiang Gu said those words, and he immediately felt terrible.
This is absolutely absurd!
Besides, Jiang Gu doesn't even have a Daoist partner, so Zhou Huaiming's talk of remarrying must be nothing but nonsense and lies!
“Master definitely doesn’t have a Daoist partner,” he said through gritted teeth.
Wu Tuo, who had been lying obediently under his hands, was ruffled and puffed up, letting out a howl as he rolled and crawled into Xuan Zhiyan's arms.
Xuan Zhiyan looked at the cat's ruffled fur with heartache, gently smoothed it out, and scolded Wei Feng, "What nonsense are you muttering? You've almost rubbed its fur bald!"
Wei Fengsheng lay on the couch, utterly dejected, and waved his hand at him.
Xuan Zhiyan, holding Wu Tuo, said, "What do you mean? You really gave Wu Tuo to me? I genuinely wanted to return it to you this time; you were the one who didn't want it."
Wei Feng rolled over and lay face down on the couch, pointing to the doorway.
Xuan Zhiyan understood, his face immediately lit up with a smile, and he happily carried Wu Tuo away.
Wei Feng reached out and hugged his overloaded head.
His mind was filled with thoughts of his master, and he had no energy left to think about anything else. Besides, what if his master was Zhou Huaiming? Given his wicked nature, he would never allow Wu Tuo to be by his side.
He would definitely behead Wu Tuo in a swift stroke.
The psychological trauma Wei Feng left in the Chaolong Secret Realm was too great. Zhou Huaiming's death—if he hadn't been his master, he would definitely have been a complete psychopath!
If he were the master...
Wei Feng's eyelids grew heavy uncontrollably, and his consciousness gradually faded into darkness.
at the same time.
Jiang Gu is currently studying how to sever the connection between the two primordial spirits.
He tried to break the complicated curse, but it was clear that Wei Feng's current cultivation level was not enough to cast the curse—his tiny brain probably didn't even know what a curse was—Jiang Gu coldly watched as Wei Feng's little primordial spirit curled up into a ball and rubbed against his hand, then mercilessly flicked it away.
But the little thing persisted and kept coming closer.
Jiang Gu poured too much spiritual power and various talismans into these two primordial spirits, and they seemed to have developed a slight consciousness. His primordial spirit stayed quietly in place, frantically absorbing spiritual power, while Wei Feng's little primordial spirit kept trying to get closer to him. After accidentally swallowing a large chunk of spiritual power, it worked hard to grow a small fish tail and a pair of small wings, and then wobbled and hugged his fingers.
Jiang Gu pinched it expressionlessly.
The little spirit excitedly rolled over and turned its belly up towards him, its fish tail wrapping around his little finger.
Jiang Gu curled the corners of his lips and was about to pinch it a couple more times when his own primordial spirit suddenly appeared behind Wei Feng's primordial spirit and swallowed the little primordial spirit that was acting cute in one gulp.
Jiang Gu: "..."
He pinched his own primordial spirit, his face expressionless, and said, "Spit it out."
The small piece of his primordial spirit, feeling stretched out, let out a burp, coldly shook its head, and then conjured a tiny finger, pointing it at his dantian, indicating that it wanted to return to its original form.
Jiang Gu clicked his tongue and pinched it hard. A small ball of bird-fish shaped primordial spirit was spat out, tumbling and crawling forward, and finally turned back into pieces, sticking to Jiang Gu's wrist, making Jiang Gu's sleeve tremble.
The duck that was about to be eaten flew away, and Jiang Gu's own primordial spirit angrily kicked his hand.
"..." Jiang Gu twitched his lips.
It was probably because of a moment of fusion that the black energy and red blood vessels between the two primordial spirits suddenly became denser. Jiang Gu vaguely grasped the key to it and decisively made a hand seal and chanted an incantation. Suddenly, a black vortex appeared between the two small primordial spirits, absorbing them all. Jiang Gu raised his hand to block, but unexpectedly, his entire primordial spirit was caught off guard and was completely sucked in.
*
When Jiang Gu opened his eyes again, he saw a familiar lake.
It is the Mermaid Bay in the Chaolong Secret Realm.
But he had already dug that Mermaid Bay into his Purple Mansion and refined it into a secret realm. This was definitely not a scene from reality, and the blurry mountains and forests in the distance confirmed his guess.
He tried circulating his spiritual energy, and his cultivation level was still intact.
Jiang Gu immediately felt relieved.
A string of bubbles rose to the surface of the calm lake, followed by a young merman. He had long, wet, silver-blue hair and was shirtless as he leaned against the shore, his bright eyes fixed on him. "Zhou Huaiming!"
Jiang Gu looked at his reflection on the water and, sure enough, it was Zhou Huaiming's appearance.
"I will definitely avenge myself today!" Wei Feng excitedly swung his huge silver-blue shark tail, slapped the water hard, splashing Jiang Gu with lake water, and then let out an arrogant laugh.
"...What are you doing?" Jiang Gu couldn't bear to look at him so stupidly.
"Revenge!" Wei Feng suddenly leaped out of the water and pounced on him.
Just as Jiang Gu was about to dodge, a dense black aura suddenly wrapped around him, and his whole body seemed to be suddenly controlled and unable to move. Then, he was heavily tackled to the ground by the merman.
However, I did not feel any pain.
A huge shark tail was placed beneath him, and Wei Feng wrapped the tail around him like a snake, placing one hand behind his head as he stared intently at him, asking in confusion, "Master?"
The slippery, sticky scales made Jiang Gu frown. "Get up."
"I won't get up." Wei Feng leaned in and sniffed his neck carefully, then stuck out his long, thin tongue and licked his chin, tilting his head and blinking. "You are my master, and also Zhou Huaiming."
Jiang Gu tried to mobilize the spiritual power within his body, but although the spiritual power was functioning normally and could be used for attacks, it had no effect on Wei Feng whatsoever.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Wei Feng, "Where is this place?"
"This is my dream." Wei Feng looked at him innocently, but his tail was rubbing against his legs. "Master, I feel a little uncomfortable."
Jiang Gu lowered his eyes in thought. He had just been studying the two pieces of primordial spirit when he was sucked into Wei Feng's dream by the vortex formed by the black energy.
"Master, my tail itches." Wei Feng rubbed his cheek against his chin and licked it coquettishly. "Master, can you scratch it for me?"
"..." Jiang Gu thought he was sick.
However, his hand seemed to move on its own, landing on Wei Feng's wet and soft scales. The sticky, cold touch made him frown.
The moment he touched the scales, Wei Feng, who was wrapped around him, suddenly trembled violently, his handsome face turning bright red, and he stammered, "Master, Master, please don't... don't touch me like that."
Jiang Gu's forehead veins throbbed. He wanted to kick the man away or even curse him, but he felt as if he were being controlled. His hand moved with a strange force, lightly touching Wei Feng's waist to his tail fin, and his nostrils were filled with the smell of fish.
Jiang Gu clearly felt Wei Feng's desire and passion. The unfamiliar pleasure surprised him greatly. Thick black energy swirled around his eyes, blurring his consciousness, as if trying to lure him into the abyss of lust.
Wei Feng had wrapped his arms around his neck without him noticing, letting out a slightly sticky groan, his hot breath spraying onto his neck, followed by a soft, moist touch.
He awkwardly and clumsily kissed Jiang Gu's collarbone and neck, lingering all the way to his chin, and then, with a bit of boldness, pressed his fingers to Jiang Gu's lips.
“Master…” His voice was dry and hot, mixed with the sweetness of being moved, perhaps also the immoral excitement and stimulation of betraying one’s master and ancestors, as well as the resentment and unwillingness hidden in his heart that he did not want to admit.
Jiang Gu belongs to him.
His master is also his.
If Zhou Huaiming is the master, then Zhou Huaiming should also be his.
It's just a dream; he can do whatever he wants.
A terrifying pressure suddenly swept down from the sky, followed by a long, strong hand grabbing his tail fin and slamming him into the lake.
Thump!
Cold water droplets splashed onto Jiang Gu's face, and he moved his stiff wrists with a dark expression.
The shark's scales scattered, its arms and limbs severed, and countless ice spikes fell from the sky, piercing its internal organs. Crimson blood rippled in circles in the crystal-clear lake water.
Wet, silver-blue hair spilled from between his slender, pale fingers. Jiang Gu held Wei Feng's lone, still-bleeding head in front of him, a terrifying smile spreading across his handsome face. "Little bastard, you always have dreams like this, huh?"
*
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh—" Wei Feng screamed in terror, instantly waking up from his dream.
Both figures were startled and took a few steps back.
Jiang Lin frowned in disbelief. "He actually woke up. How could the Dream Fragrance have failed?"
Qin Zhi glanced down at the puppet needle in his hand that he hadn't yet managed to pierce Wei Feng's brain, and stiffly shook his head.
If even the master doesn't know, how could a puppet possibly know?
Wei Feng looked at them, still shaken, then turned to look at the surroundings. This desolate wilderness was clearly not Qingping Peak.
But looking at the two living people in front of him, he felt a strange sense of peace.
No one is more terrifying than Jiang Gu in my dreams!
"Never mind, just one last step." Jiang Lin flicked his fan, a bewitching red light flashing in his narrow, fox-like eyes. "Qin Zhi, insert the needle into the brain!"
"Yes." Qin Zhi walked towards Wei Feng.
In the dead of night, in the desolate wilderness, a chilling wind howled.
"Do you think this could be a dream within a dream—" Wei Feng stared blankly at the somewhat familiar fox face with its reddish eyes, then looked at the puppet with its stiff movements and long needle raised high. He gave them a dry laugh and ran away, howling and crying as he ran, "Ahhhhh, help me, Master!"
Rather than having a long needle pierce his brain in reality, he would rather be torn to pieces by Jiang Gu in his dreams!
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