Chapter 71 Husband vs. Wedding Day: A Scarlet Wedding Dress Locked Up...
Wen Yinhe's escape attempt was thwarted midway through his career, and he was forcefully and domineeringly brought back by Lu Huaijin.
The group moved to the reception room.
When Wen Yinhe heard Xiao Jue say he would give him sound therapy, he was immediately filled with anticipation. Xiao Jue looked so confident and composed; he must be very capable.
Lu Huaijin also raised his eyebrows curiously, and sat down with Wen Yinhe in the high seat, waiting for Xiao Jue in the center of the hall to show himself.
Both of their gazes were fixed on Xiao Jue.
I can't take it anymore! Just thinking about the crazy noises the young master is going to make makes me laugh, hahaha!
Xiao Jue slightly raised his chin, took a deep breath, and uttered a note that was completely beyond human comprehension and beyond words.
Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin froze, as if they had been frozen in place by magic, completely still, their mouths unconsciously opening, and their eyes slowly widening, revealing a subtle hint of doubt.
Xiao Jue was completely unaware of this.
He had a melody in his heart, and the moment he opened his mouth, he was so certain that the tone ran freely in his mouth, sometimes soaring to an unbelievable height, and sometimes plummeting down like jumping off a cliff.
The whole process is like a roller coaster, making it impossible to guess where the next note will be.
However, he closed his eyes, gently waving one hand as if conducting his own singing, singing with abandon, completely immersed in his own artistic world.
Wen Yinhe's lips were so tight they were almost numb. His hands gripped the robe on his knees tightly. He almost risked his entire acting career to keep himself from spitting out his drink on the spot. His pupils were trembling violently, as if he were enduring extreme torture.
Lu Huaijin's features were contorted, and the hand covering his mouth was trembling slightly. He gripped Wen Yinhe's wrist tightly with his other hand. If it were anyone else, he would have burst out laughing on the spot, but he forced himself to hold it in, at least to give Xiao Jue some face.
They never knew a song could last so long.
Their toes had grown so long they were almost tearing the soles of their shoes apart, Wen Yinhe was almost tearing his robes to shreds, and Lu Huaijin was almost tearing Wen Yinhe's sleeves to shreds, that this long "torture" finally came to an end.
Xiao Jue deliberately dragged out the last note, throwing it to a position unimaginable to humans, as if an invisible hand had reached into their ears and slapped their cochlea. Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin gasped in unison, realizing for the first time that singing voices also have volume and can hit people.
When the music ended, the hall fell into a deathly silence.
Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin stared blankly at Xiao Jue, their faces filled with the relief of surviving a calamity.
[Hahahaha, I've been waiting for this moment! I can't be the only one suffering! This feels so good! PS: But even the best actor didn't mess up! What incredible determination!]
[I can't believe how polite they were! They actually let the young master sing the whole song! I couldn't help but leave the live stream five times, mute it three times, and go to the bathroom twice during the whole process!]
[Damn! My ears got punched by the young master! So his fighting style is to launch sonic attacks!]
[I can't argue with that! This is a true original singer! He rewrote a whole song right there on stage, so talented! Applause!!!]
[So, did anyone figure out what the young master was singing? Sorry, I'm genuinely curious about this _(:з」∠)_]
Xiao Jue slowly opened his eyes, meeting the terrified gazes of Wen Yinhe and Lu Huaijin, as if they were looking at a demon king capable of destroying the world. He paused almost imperceptibly.
But as the saying goes, as long as you're not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.
He calmly straightened his sleeves, gave Wen Yinhe a slight bow, and asked in a nonchalant tone, "Immortal Venerable Lanxue, how are you feeling right now?"
Wen Yinhe wanted to say that he felt like he was dying, but of course he couldn't say that out loud.
His lips trembled slightly as he suppressed his immense guilt and unease at lying, his eyes darting around as he answered with difficulty:
"Thank you, Brother Xiao. I feel... much better."
Xiao Jue nodded modestly and gladly accepted: "I'm glad you like it."
Wen Yinhe: "..."
No... this variety show is terrifying; everyone is his career's Waterloo.
Making a comeback is so difficult.
Lu Huaijin personally escorted Xiao Jue to the outside of the palace. Now, just seeing Xiao Jue's face made his ears hurt. He bid him a heartfelt farewell: "Thank you, Brother Xiao. You sang exceptionally well. Please don't sing again next time."
Xiao Jue: "?"
Lu Huaijin coughed lightly, calmly salvaging his composure, and said, "What I mean is, your magic is exceptionally powerful; you cured him in an instant. I am very grateful to you, so please don't come again next time."
Xiao Jue: "".
[Did Mr. Lu just blurt out his true feelings? Hahaha! The young master's expression is hilarious!]
[It's obvious that Mr. Lu is really in a hurry to get rid of them, hahaha]
[Ears: This is a high-level match!]
[How could the Immortal Venerable not get better soon? If he doesn't, it might not just be the loss of his cultivation, but the complete annihilation of his soul (doge)]
Once the young master returns, there will only be one Kapibal left in the house, forced to endure the young master's sound therapy every day...
[Kapibala: Danger!!!]
Xiao Jue wasn't annoyed by the rejection. He raised the corner of his eye slightly and made a lighthearted joke: "When you get married, I'll sing you a song to offer my blessings."
Lu Huaijin's expression changed immediately. Was it a blessing, or did he want to send them away directly?
Wait a minute, where is his relationship with Immortal Venerable Lanxue at now?
Oh, he hasn't figured it out yet.
Lu Huaijin immediately feigned surprise, his slightly furrowed brows revealing a hint of doubt, and repeated, "Marriage?"
Xiao Jue: "?"
Xiao Jue looked at Lu Huaijin with a bewildered expression, his eyes filled with "Quickly lend me a hand," and paused for a moment before realizing what was going on.
That's why Lu Huaijin likes to associate with intelligent people.
Xiao Jue immediately picked up where Lu Huaijin left off, opening his mouth slightly and making an even more surprised expression than Lu Huaijin: "So you two aren't planning on getting married? Could it be that he's actually your male concubine?"
A thunderclap exploded in Lu Huaijin's mind, and his eyes widened suddenly, as if he had never imagined such a thing.
The acting was a bit exaggerated; Xiao Jue could even hear the thunder in Lu Huaijin's head, which in a sense was quite moving.
Xiao Juesan held firm with a strong sense of conviction, and gave Lu Huaijin one last piece of advice with earnest words: "Whether he is a husband or a male concubine, it is all up to the Demon Lord to decide."
After speaking, Xiao Jue lightly flicked his sleeves and slowly left, concealing his merits and fame.
[Oh wow! So the young master is here to help! Thank you, young master, for enlightening the Demon Lord!]
[I can't believe it, their acting together is so funny, hahaha! It's kind of awkward yet hilarious, but also inexplicably serious! Luckily, the characters' personalities are quite similar to the actors', so playing themselves is enough (laughing and crying)]
This comparison truly reveals just how good the actor's skills are; only professionals can truly appreciate them!
However, netizens who had opened the split screen of Xiao Jue's live stream watched as Xiao Jue left Lu Huaijin's sight. The next second, Lu Huaijin summoned a pigeon, stuffed a wad of paper into the pigeon's leg, and then silently released it.
The camera followed the pigeon to Wen Yinhe.
The viewers in the live chat were shocked:
[Holy crap?! A double agent?! ...
[Not really, anyway, the demon race is known for being opportunistic, so it's normal for them to try to please both sides.]
[But I still have to say, holy crap, they're still in the Demon Palace, and they're already secretly having private dealings with the Immortal Venerable, defying the rules like this!]
Wen Yinhe was surprised to receive the note delivered by the pigeon, which briefly described the current situation outside.
Without a doubt, he has been hunted down by various families as a traitor to the entire cultivation world.
For both him and Lu Huaijin, the former ordered "arrest," while the latter ordered "execution."
The note was appended with a date, the day the various families planned to launch a surprise attack on Lu Huaijin.
Such important information, Xiao Jue did not reveal a single word to Lu Huaijin just now, but instead secretly told this "captive".
This was clearly a gesture of goodwill from the demon race towards him.
It seems that Xiao Jue has a high opinion of his abilities and is convinced that he will be able to escape.
Wen Yinhe guessed that Xiao Jue's mission was to please both sides as much as possible in the early stages and try to survive in the final battle between immortals and demons, mainly playing the role of a messenger.
Off-screen, Wen Yinhe should have shared this news with Lu Huaijin immediately.
In the play, however, the Immortal Venerable Lanxue should use this opportunity to break free from the control of the Demon Venerable Jiemie.
However, figuring out how to utilize this timeframe is a challenge.
Just as he was pondering this, Lu Huaijin suddenly appeared in front of him and inexplicably swept his hand across Wen Yinhe's face.
Wen Yinhe blinked blankly, met Lu Huaijin's suggestive gaze, quickly understood, closed his eyes, and unexpectedly fainted in Lu Huaijin's arms.
He didn't know what Lu Huaijin wanted to do, but he just went along with it for now.
Their director was clearly used to all sorts of unexpected situations, and cut the camera away without any hesitation.
【What?! What happened?! I just blinked, and my food is gone again?!!!!】
[The moment you blinked just now, it seemed like the Demon Lord suddenly appeared in front of the Immortal Lord and knocked him unconscious...]
[Huh? Why? What suddenly triggered the Demon Lord? (Completely bewildered)]
It seems like... I've had a breakthrough? (Not entirely sure)
[The first thing you do after getting an epiphany is to run off and confuse the person you just enlightened, right? Hahahaha! That's a bit abstract.]
[Aaaaaah, family! Is the Demon Lord up to something?! Does he think the Immortal Lord would never love him, so he's planning to imprison him completely?! I'm so excited!]
While the viewers were speculating, Lu Huaijin dragged Wen Yinhe to the production team and made an outrageous request:
"Director, prepare a wedding room, I want to get married."
Wen Yinhe's eyes widened in surprise.
What plot point did he miss? Why is he suddenly getting married?
Lu Huaijin pinched Wen Yinhe's chin and kissed him, his eyes flashing with urgent and excited light: "I just chatted with Xiao Jue for a bit, and now I've figured it out. I'm going to force you to become my husband."
Wen Yinhe was taken aback, then smiled and cupped Lu Huaijin's face in his hands to kiss him back, saying gently, "Wen Yinhe is willing to be Lu Huaijin's husband without Lu Huaijin forcing me."
Lu Huaijin gasped.
Damn, calling your own name is so cute.
Lu Huaijin gave Wen Yinhe a vicious slap on the lip, and threatened him with bared teeth and claws, "Trying to be cute again? I'll teach you a lesson on the wedding bed later!"
"?" Wen Yinhe looked confused and innocent, completely unaware of what was wrong with him, but that didn't stop him from blushing slowly at Lu Huaijin's brazen and lewd words.
He coughed lightly, turned to look at the staff member who was holding his face and staring at them, and changed the subject, saying, "Isn't it a bit difficult to start preparing so suddenly?"
"Not at all, not at all!" The staff member swallowed a mouthful of candy happily, muttering incredulously, "Holy crap, the director is amazing! How did he know you guys wanted to get married? The wedding room was already prepared, and the wedding dress is ready too!"
As he rambled on, he started to blurt out things he shouldn't: "Actually, the director even had us prepare the yellow robe and dragon throne for you, just in case any of you started acting and wanted to be the emperor..."
Lu Huaijin's eyes lit up. It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, because once he did, he suddenly wanted to be the emperor. He wanted Wen Yinhe to be his white-robed national advisor!
During the day, she would strategize with the Imperial Advisor in the court, but the moment the court adjourned, she would force the Imperial Advisor to press her down on the dragon throne and do this and that, making sure the dragon robe was filthy!
Damn, just thinking about it makes me feel incredibly good. This is the life an emperor should live!
The staff member suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, belatedly realizing what he had revealed. He quickly covered his mouth and looked at Wen Yinhe with pleading eyes, as if he wanted to cry but had no tears.
Wen Yinhe could only laugh and cry at the same time as Lu Huaijin, hug him around the waist, kiss his face, and coax him: "Huaijin, stop fooling around, be serious."
The idea of a demon lord becoming an emperor in a cultivation world is a bit too abstract.
For the sake of Wen Yinhe's great cause of resurrection, Lu Huaijin had no choice but to reluctantly give up the dragon robe, and in the end, he did not turn "The Nine Tribulations of the Azure Netherworld: Prequel" into a comedy.
When the camera returned, it was focused on Wen Yinhe, who was wearing a scarlet wedding dress and chained to the red wedding bed.
Candlelight flickered in the distance.
The immortal's long, silvery-white hair was scattered across the red pillow, like moonlight pouring down, spreading all the way to the bed curtains and gauze, where it intertwined with the semi-transparent fabric.
The dark iron chain firmly locked his slender wrist, and the cold light reflected off the jade-colored skin of his wrist, revealing a startling beauty, as if it were a fragile piece of glass.
Unfortunately, his face was so cold and indifferent, like cold jade sculpted by moonlight, without a trace of the joy and warmth that belong to a wedding.
With her eyes lowered, her long, thick eyelashes cast quiet shadows beneath her eyelids, concealing all emotions in her eyes.
His lips were extremely pale, pressed tightly together into a ruthless line, and his jawline was sharp and resolute, as if all the world's troubles were irrelevant to him.
The scene was so impactful that the viewers' eyes widened in shock, and they were so excited they almost dropped their phones.
[Holy crap... Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap?! Why are they getting married so suddenly?! When did I miss a hundred episodes?!]
[Ahhhhhh, Immortal Venerable Lanxue is wearing a wedding dress!!! The Immortal Venerable looks beautiful whether she's wearing light or heavy makeup! She's already gorgeous in white, but the red dress has a unique charm! It's absolutely stunning paired with her elegant face! Screaming!!!]
[I can't take it anymore... Who can comprehend the impact of this aloof, white-haired immortal in a red wedding gown! Especially since he's so fragilely chained to the red wedding bed! My nose is bleeding uncontrollably! He's so beautiful I want to die... I really don't know how the Demon Lord will be able to resist him when he sees him!!!]
When Lu Huaijin, also dressed in a crimson wedding gown, pushed open the door and slowly walked into the room, approaching the person locked on the wedding bed, the viewers on the live stream were already going crazy with excitement.
"Immortal Venerable, do you know what day it is today?"
Lu Huaijin slowly walked to the bedside and sat down. His black hair was loose and he leaned forward slightly. The strands of hair fell unruly, carrying a lazy and evil aura as they brushed against his cold and hard jawline. His slender fingers picked up a strand of Wen Yinhe's snow-white hair and played with it between his fingers with great interest.
His face had deep, sharp features, exuding an aggression completely opposite to Wen Yinhe's. His pale skin was not like moonlight, but rather like a cold blade ready to be drawn at any moment, forming a breathtaking contrast with his crimson attire, which further highlighted his undeniable nobility and ruthlessness.
It didn't look like a wedding; it looked more like a coronation. No one dared to look directly at them.
Yet, this man of such imposing presence, when the candlelight fell into his eyes, suddenly warmed his brows and eyes.
His lips still held a habitual curve, carrying a playful and all-knowing air, while his gaze towards the immortal beneath him was excessively focused and tender, as if he wanted to drown him in it.
His infatuated expression made it seem as if... he had fallen in love.
How could that be?
He's a demon.
When Wen Yinhe inadvertently met Lu Huaijin's burning and deep gaze, he felt as if he had been burned by fire. He looked away in a panic, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his eyes filled with panic and helplessness, and his heart was filled with turbulent waves.
Lu Huaijin didn't hear a reply, nor did he care. He simply picked up a strand of Wen Yinhe's white hair, placed it to his lips, and kissed it lightly, speaking slowly and deliberately in a low voice:
"Today... is our joyous day."
Where Wen Yinhe couldn't see, Lu Huaijin was already sweating profusely with nervousness, and he had swallowed his saliva countless times in secret.
Although he appears as unrestrained and wild as ever, he is actually just a young man who has only just begun to experience romantic feelings at over a thousand years old... cough, just a young old man.
Lu Huaijin is currently playing an emotional blockhead. After this emotional blockhead finally understands, no matter how wild or unruly his personality is, he will always inadvertently reveal a touch of cute naivety and innocence in small details.
Commonly known as being both innocent and lustful, both erotic and promiscuous.
This was taught to him by Wen Yinhe.
Lu Huaijin was easy to talk to about desires and passions.
only……
Innocent and naive.
Lu Huaijin never imagined that these two words would be applied to him in his entire life.
Are you crazy?
Lu Huaijin chuckled, indicating that he was far from inexperienced.
However, Wen Yinhe, the epitome of innocence, blushed and quietly leaned close to his ear, pinpointing his weakness:
"His Majesty is so arrogant now, how will Lanxue suppress him until he is completely mesmerized?"
Lu Huaijin's eyes widened instantly, his blood rushing to his head and boiling over.
So what if he's inexperienced? He can just imitate Wen Yinhe's usual manner; it's a piece of cake.
He learned some useful skills from them.
[Aaaaaaah, let's get married! I don't care about immortals, demons, good, or evil! I just want to see you get married!!!]
[I'm going crazy... What have I ever done to deserve this? I want to see my favorite couple get married in a traditional Chinese red wedding dress!]
Why aren't you taking your clothes off yet? Is something on your mind? Oh dear, it's almost bedtime! How about we play a little game of tearing each other's clothes off?
[Is it just my imagination? I get the feeling the Demon Lord looks a little nervous? (Confused)]
[How come President Lu's acting has suddenly become so nuanced? The Best Actor award winner must have been secretly giving him private lessons!]
[Hilarious! When CEO Lu is with a movie star, his acting skills improve by leaps and bounds, completely different from when he's with the young master!]
Wen Yinhe looked at Lu Huaijin with a complicated expression. Despite having a handsome and charming face, his words were always as boring and tedious as an old-fashioned man: "Demon Lord of Annihilation, we cannot make another mistake."
"Wrong?" Lu Huaijin seemed to have caught a very interesting word and sneered, "To a righteous person like you, a demon like me is indeed a filthy and dirty mistake."
Wen Yinhe's mouth opened slightly, both on and off screen, almost instinctively, and he almost retorted, but his rationality kept him shut.
Lu Huaijin was not one to belittle himself, nor had he ever felt the slightest sense of inferiority about his identity as a demon. He did not need Wen Yinhe's comfort.
He suddenly leaned down, his icy fingertips sliding along Wen Yinhe's loose hair to her face. As he seemingly unintentionally brushed against Wen Yinhe's slightly reddened, sensitive earlobe, Wen Yinhe's long eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.
Wen Yinhe sensed Lu Huaijin's aura gradually approaching, the shadows enveloping him, and those unrestrained fingers had moved from his ears to his eyelashes, casually scratching them as if plucking a musical instrument.
"My lord, now that we have consummated our marriage, shouldn't you take responsibility for me? You righteous people shouldn't be the kind of scum who just sleep with someone and run away, right?"
Wen Yinhe felt a tickling sensation and involuntarily turned his face away, his tightly closed eyelashes trembling even more violently.
"I'm sorry... it was my fault that night."
After he said it, I couldn't help but think to myself, "What kind of scumbag quote is this?"
Lu Huaijin's hot, moist breath coiled around him like a snake, and his body, like a snake, pressed against his chest, slowly climbing up him: "Since you feel so guilty, how will you make it up to me?"
"What do you want?" Wen Yinhe clenched his fist, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, and his knuckles turning white.
The love in Lu Huaijin's burning eyes no longer needed any concealment. Even though Wen Yinhe didn't open his eyes, he could almost feel the burning heat of Lu Huaijin's gaze stinging his skin.
Wen Yinhe didn't dare to look at him at all.
It's not that I'm unwilling, it's that I'm afraid.
Afraid of being exposed, she couldn't help but indulge in it and reciprocate with the same intense and passionate love, thus ruining her image and losing her sense of proportion.
They also feared that if Immortal Venerable Lanxue were to fall into it, she would completely lose her Dao heart and be doomed forever.
Finally, Lu Huaijin's scorching breath reached Wen Yinhe's burning earlobe, and his burning palms moved from Wen Yinhe's chest to his fragile neck, feeling his rapidly beating pulse.
The Demon Lord's alluring voice whispered like a sigh, each word revealing an irresistible possessiveness, gently yet brutally licking at the deepest desires in Wen Yinhe's heart, desires bound by worldly rules:
"Why don't you give yourself to me instead, Wen Yinhe? I want you to be my husband."
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