The 219th Hidden Sect Boss's Little Assistant (Sixty-One)
"Then I'll give you one. Now that you're in my hands, you can take my surname and be called Lu Jiao." Jiao means spoiled and delicate. She cries at the drop of a hat. What a troublesome child.
"Which 'Jiao' sounds like a girl's name?" Gu Yan frowned in surprise.
"Proud as the 'proud,' may you be as proud as the sun." Lu Lingjun, holding the young man's hand, was a master of blatant lies.
"Hmm, not bad, I'll take this name."
Later, when Lu Lingjun died, he realized that the "Jiao" in "Jiao" meant "delicate" or "spoiled," and that this guy had always called him Lu Jiaojiao.
"Lu Jiaojiao, Lu Jiaojiao, wake up, we're here."
Gu Yanjing felt a sharp pain on his face, as if someone was patting it. When he opened his eyes, he was met with Lu Lingjun's large face.
The hand that was just patting its own face was now resting on its cheek.
The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.
"Suzaku, you're finally awake."
Lu Lingjun resignedly closed his eyes, then pulled Gu Yanjing tightly into his arms, speaking with deep affection and righteousness.
Gu Yanjing casually picked up a piece of ice from the ground, looked up, and slapped it onto Lu Lingjun's head.
Damn.
That piece of trash actually dared to slap him; he must have a death wish.
Ten minutes later, Lu Lingjun got up from the ground, picked off the blood that had frozen on his face, and glanced at Gu Yanjing, who was changing clothes on the other side.
That tiny waist...
Lu Lingjun silently removed the blood from his nose, which had frozen into an icicle, crushed it into powder, and disposed of the body to cover up the crime.
"What are you looking at?" Gu Yan turned around sharply and looked at Lu Lingjun, whose face was slightly red. He felt that there was something wrong with this trash's eyes.
“Look at my Vermilion Bird.” Lu Lingjun looked at Gu Yanjing without any attempt to hide his feelings, showing no hesitation whatsoever.
"Watch your eyes. If I ever lose my temper, I'll gouge them out." Gu Yan frowned, pulled up his clean clothes, and gave a fierce warning.
Now it seems that Lu Lingjun is full of the roguishness and rascality of the scholar from that life.
shameless.
"I'll give you anything Zhuque wants," Lu Lingjun said with a smile, not taking it to heart.
Anyway, he had given Gu Yanjing everything he wanted, even his life.
Gu Yanjing didn't speak. Looking at the vast snowscape around him, his divine sense silently spread out, gradually covering the entire mountain range.
"Zhuque, were you dreaming again?" Lu Lingjun walked behind Gu Yanjing, picked up the cloak that Gu Yanjing had thrown to the ground, and draped it over the young man's shoulders.
"Hmm." Gu Yan responded in surprise, **denying**.
"What did you dream about? Was it ancient gods and demons?" Lu Lingjun's expression darkened.
It's only been two months.
“**.” Gu Yanjing denied vaguely.
"If it's not a god or demon, is it me?" Lu Lingjun looked at Gu Yan's surprised expression, his eyes lit up as if they were filled with stars.
"No." Gu Yanjing denied it without even thinking.
"It really is me. What did Zhuque dream about me?" Lu Lingjun knew Gu Yanjing too well.
“I said **.” Gu Yanjing’s face darkened.
“Alright, I’ll go. I, Zhuque, will go and see what the demon realm is like here.” Lu Lingjun, seeing Gu Yanjing’s shocked expression, pressed him further.
If we push her any further, Suzaku will probably really lose her temper, and then it won't be something that can be solved by just getting a beating.
“Really **.” Gu Yan exclaimed in surprise.
The person in the dream was not Lu Lingjun, but merely his reincarnation—a petty, cunning, and unworthy man who had wasted his time studying the classics.
That's not Lu Lingjun.
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