Chapter 72 Harmony Wine vs. Attacking the Demon Realm: A scene of utter chaos from being kissed...
It is "Wen Yinhe", not "Lanxue Immortal Venerable".
Wen Yinhe sensed Lu Huaijin's hidden motives and felt a fire suddenly ignite in his heart, burning his chest and making him dizzy with the warmth spreading from his chest.
He gazed at the man, so handsome he was almost otherworldly, standing above him in a bright red wedding gown, and for a moment he couldn't tell where he was on screen and where he was off screen.
It was impossible to tell whether this moment was the wedding of Immortal Venerable Lanxue and Demon Venerable Jiemie, or his wedding with Lu Huaijin.
Even though he hadn't drunk any alcohol, he seemed completely drunk.
Perhaps, both Wen Yinhe and Lanxue Immortal Venerable have been bewitched by the demons.
Seeing Wen Yinhe's dazed and intoxicated appearance, Lu Huaijin felt his blood boil even more, causing his face to flush red and a tingling, unbearable sensation to spread through his neck and spine.
No one can resist the infatuated look in their lover's eyes. This means that you are very attractive in your lover's eyes, which is something to be very proud of.
Lu Huaijin suddenly rolled off the bed, walked to the table, poured a glass of wine for each of them, then carried the wine back to the bedside and sat down. He handed one of the glasses to Wen Yinhe's lips, his rosy face showing a subtle shyness in the flickering candlelight. However, his words were as bold and unrestrained as ever.
"Immortal Venerable, this is the Harmony Wine. If you are willing to drink it with me, I will untie your chains and reward you with the freedom to touch me tonight. You can even tie me up again like that day, it's up to you. How about it? Isn't this a good deal?"
What kind of reward is this?
Wen Yinhe closed his eyes tightly, deceiving himself, and pretended that his momentary emotional stirring was an illusion, a result of being bewitched by a demon.
He has already shown his refusal through his actions.
Lu Huaijin put down a glass of wine and sighed softly, "It seems you don't like the way we entwine our arms and necks. In that case, I'll have to find another way to drink with you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Huaijin reached out to Wen Yinhe's back, as if to help him up, but unexpectedly heard Wen Yinhe grit his teeth and whisper:
"Wait...!"
Lu Huaijin paused and looked down.
"Let me go." Wen Yinhe's thick eyelashes drooped, concealing the complex emotions surging in his eyes.
Since we can't avoid it tonight, we might as well take the initiative.
Moreover, considering the days the cultivation world had besieged the demon realm, he vaguely had an idea...
He was going to feed the demon with his own body.
He wanted to deliver a fatal blow to the Demon Lord of Annihilation at his weakest, most confused, and most unprepared moment.
For some unknown reason, even though it was for the sake of righteousness and the world, Wen Yinhe inexplicably felt a pain in his chest, as if countless sharp thorns were piercing his heart. Just thinking about it made him feel suffocated by the pain.
This must be a lingering effect of inner demons.
If he personally kills the Demon Lord, he can prove his innocence to the righteous path and restore peace to the world.
Wen Yinhe comforted himself in this way, almost to the point of brainwashing, but completely ignored the increasingly intense angina and bitterness in his heart.
Lu Huaijin was unaware of Wen Yinhe's inner turmoil and pain. When he heard Wen Yinhe's rare initiative to respond, he was slightly taken aback, but then happily unlocked the chains and reached for another glass of wine on the table.
However, the moment his fingers touched the wine glass, they were violently pulled back.
The wine glasses on the table were overturned, and most of the wine that Lu Huaijin was holding was spilled on the two of them.
Wen Yinhe grabbed Lu Huaijin's wrist, which was holding the wine, and used Lu Huaijin's hand to feed himself a sip.
Then, with wine in his mouth, he suddenly grabbed Lu Huaijin's chin and, with a desperate, almost reckless, attitude, passed the wine to him through his mouth.
It was as if he had fallen into demonic possession again, or as if he wanted to perish together with it.
As Wen Yinhe's tall body pressed Lu Huaijin down, he reached out and ripped off the red gauze curtain in front of the bed.
The next kiss... wasn't really suitable for outsiders to see.
【Wait... I'm asking you something... Now they won't even let us kiss anymore?】
[Aaaaaaaahhhhh! (Makes a sharp, explosive sound) (Give me back my kiss) (Scream) (Give me back my kiss) (Scream) (Crawls along the internet cable to the scene) (Tears the bedsheets) (Tears the blankets) (Tears your clothes)]
[Actor, you should learn from your CEO Lu! Even a third of his generosity would be enough! You treat us like outsiders all the time! You're killing me!!! [crying][crying][crying]]
[Waaaaaah, Best Actor, give me back my wedding night... (Throws a tantrum and acts like a brat)]
Lu Huaijin collapsed into the soft pillow, his eyelashes trembling slightly. Before he could recover, Wen Yinhe forcefully and domineeringly pried open his teeth.
The spicy liquor mixed with Wen Yinhe's familiar scent poured into his throat, and Lu Huaijin instinctively swallowed frantically, but his eyes suddenly widened.
Holy crap...
Wen Yinhe is rarely this...rude.
Lu Huaijin's lips were barely touched before they were fiercely entwined by a hot and powerful tongue.
Like a snake, heavy and tight.
With her skin and flesh tightly bound, any struggle was futile. Gradually, even breathing became difficult, and her mouth opened wide, almost touching her throat.
Without uttering a word, it simply contracts and coils.
Sticky and slippery, the more you struggle, the tighter it becomes, sinking deep inside, as if trying to merge with him.
Lu Huaijin almost wanted to cry for help, but his mouth could not close, and only a few broken sobs could escape from between his pressed lips.
A glistening trail of water flowed from the corner of his mouth to his chin; it was wine, or something else entirely.
Lu Huaijin trembled violently, his mind flashing through a series of white blurs like exploding golden flowers. His eyes rolled upwards involuntarily, his pupils trembling and contracting violently, sometimes dilating, sometimes trembling with fear.
That's too much...
It was almost terrifying.
But what followed was an extreme thrill of excitement.
So... is this how Wen Yinhe is when he gets into character?
After he goes back, will he be able to...?
"concentrate."
A rare imperative sentence, spoken in a gentle, husky tone, brushing lightly against the eardrums, yet inexplicably sending chills down one's spine, instinctively compelling submission.
It was Lu Huaijin who willingly offered himself up, willingly dissecting everything about himself, to give to Wen Yinhe.
Lu Huaijin's body trembled, and he could no longer think of anything else.
The drink had been swallowed, but more water was still overflowing uncontrollably. It was obvious what it was.
Let alone the seemingly dissolute but actually pure-hearted Demon Lord of Annihilation in the play, Lu Huaijin, who is also a dissolute person in real life, is almost finished.
At a moment when he was on the verge of his limit, Wen Yinhe withdrew slowly with great self-control, his eyes looking down with restrained and deep blackness.
Lu Huaijin was forced to tilt his head back and open his mouth, with a small part of his tongue still sticking out, as if he had forgotten to retract it or couldn't.
Her long, dark hair was spread messily on the bed, the strands soaked with sweat and alcohol, sticking to her face. Her face was as red as blood, swollen and numb, her long eyelashes trembled rapidly, and her eyes were unfocused.
He looked like he'd been kissed all over.
Wen Yinhe's breath hitched, and he almost broke down again. However, this was really not a place where he could continue.
He leaned over Lu Huaijin, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of Lu Huaijin's eyes with his soft fingertips, then wiping away the silver threads from the corners of Lu Huaijin's lips, gently pushing his slightly parted lips together, and then giving him a comforting kiss on the lips, without a trace of shyness.
Like carefully tending to a soiled doll, gently and slowly.
But he was the one who broke the doll.
"Are you alright? Have you recovered?"
Lu Huaijin's body trembling had stopped, but the trembling in his heart could not be stopped no matter what. His desire for Wen Yinhe was almost like a poisonous insect that was gnawing at his already fragile self-control.
Who was it that was aroused by their lover, only to be forced to suppress their desires?
Oh, so it's him, Lu Huaijin.
If it weren't for the inappropriate location, he would have already... damn it!
The first thing Lu Huaijin did after restoring peace was to burst into a rage and curse: "I really want to smash this damn live stream!"
Wen Yinhe kissed him, both amused and exasperated, and patted his panting back: "Alright, alright, don't be angry, don't be angry. I'll make it up to you when we get back to the hotel tonight, okay?"
Lu Huaijin stared at Wen Yinhe with a dark gaze, and declared viciously like a hungry wolf: "I'm going to do this to you first, then that to you, and finally..."
Wen Yinhe chuckled, his gentle smile revealing boundless doting and indulgence: "Okay, fine, anything is fine, as long as you're happy."
Lu Huaijin frowned, clearly displeased: "Why don't you say you're going to do this or that to me too?"
Oh my god, how childish.
Wen Yinhe could only kiss Lu Huaijin's face, and said with a helpless yet amused tone, "Then after you do this to me first, then that to me and finally this to me, I'll do this to you first, then that to you, then this to you and finally that to you again, is that okay?"
Lu Huaijin counted, and Wen Yinhe had one more "like that" than him. He had gained an advantage. He nodded primly, finally satisfied.
“Immortal Venerable Lanxue may make her move next,” Wen Yinhe said, getting down to business. He sighed and buried his face in Lu Huaijin’s neck. “I don’t want to act all conflicted and tormented anymore. It’s too hard. I’ll go and lose my memory. That way, we can be together openly and honestly.”
Lu Huaijin pinched Wen Yinhe's chin and raised an eyebrow: "Is there any play you can't act in?"
"Yes, of course there is!"
Wen Yinhe rested his puppy-dog-like chin on Lu Huaijin's shoulder, looking up at Lu Huaijin. Beneath his raised eyelashes, a pair of calm, deep eyes reflected Lu Huaijin's only image, flowing with an almost devout focus, as if he wanted to drown him in them.
"I can never fake a look that doesn't love you."
Lu Huaijin's heart raced again. He felt as if his heavy, burning heart was being gripped tightly by Wen Yinhe's loving gaze, unable to escape, and unwilling to escape.
In fact, even after being married to Wen Yinhe for so many years, he would only be moved by the slightest thing Wen Yinhe did—a glance, a word, a tiny touch—without exception.
“We might be separated for a while afterward,” Wen Yinhe said, kissing Lu Huaijin’s chin with lingering affection. She nuzzled Lu Huaijin’s face tenderly and affectionately. “Mr. Lu, you must remember to come find me soon.”
Lu Huaijin instantly became energetic, wishing he could rush out and blow up the entire cultivation world, then take Wen Yinhe and fly away.
Anyone who dares to disturb a young couple's date deserves to die!
The production team directly used a time manipulation technique, fabricating a scene of changing shadows during sunrise and sunset, pretending that three days and three nights had passed quickly.
[I've been fighting non-stop for three days and three nights! The Immortal Venerable's injuries have only just healed a little, and you're already pushing him so hard. Is he really alright? (worried)]
The third day was also the day when all the major sects joined forces to attack the Demon Realm.
The damned thin veil in front of the bed was finally pulled up again.
Wen Yinhe had been suppressing Lu Huaijin until this day, and then, taking advantage of Lu Huaijin's moment of distraction, he gathered all his spiritual power, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Lu Huaijin.
However, just as he was about to make his move, Wen Yinhe's body seemed to freeze, and he was unable to take the next step no matter what.
The opportunity will only last a fleeting moment; if you don't decide now, it might be too late...
"Weren't you going to kill me?" The hoarse voice coming from below startled Wen Yinhe.
Wen Yinhe looked down in surprise and saw that Lu Huaijin, who should have been in a state of confusion and chaos, had regained his clarity.
"Can't bear to part with it? Then let me help you." Lu Huaijin's crimson lips curled slightly. Caught off guard, he grabbed Wen Yinhe's hand that couldn't fall and forcefully struck his own chest.
Lu Huaijin bit open the blood packet in his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood onto Wen Yinhe's crimson collar.
This was the first time he had vomited blood. He was inexperienced and even chewed it twice before breaking the blood.
I feel like I spit out some saliva...tsk, I hope no one noticed.
"Lu Huaijin, you...!" Wen Yinhe subconsciously helped Lu Huaijin into his arms, his hands trembling as he touched Lu Huaijin's bleeding lips, his trembling eyes blank.
However, out of the corner of his eye, Wen Yinhe clearly saw Lu Huaijin secretly suck back the saliva he had spat out.
Wen Yinhe: "..."
Hold it in, don't laugh.
Lu Huaijin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced down at it indifferently, then suddenly raised his finger and gently wiped the blood onto Wen Yinhe's pale lips. He watched with satisfaction as Wen Yinhe's cold and frosty face was stained with his own vibrant color by the blood.
"In that case... will the Immortal Venerable be happy?"
Red blood soaked through the red wedding dress and spread across the red wedding bed, making it impossible to distinguish which splash of red represented joy and which represented blood.
Wen Yinhe felt as if his heart had been ripped open by the intense bloody scent of Lu Huaijin's fingertips, his internal organs crushed, and his soul screaming in agony.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached and stopped at the doorway, the voice of the person entering trembling with fear:
"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened! Those scum from the immortal realm have suddenly attacked with overwhelming force, surrounding our Demon Realm. They're about to break through the barrier and storm in!"
[Holy crap?! So the Immortal Venerable was deliberately pretending to submit to the Demon Venerable, actually intending to stun the Demon Venerable and then kill him the moment he reached ecstasy?! (After typing this, I realized how incredibly lewd this is! What kind of succubus behavior is this! Immortal Venerable, are you still a righteous immortal???]
[Aaaaaaah, Immortal Venerable, you utter scumbag!!! Dying in your husband's bed on your wedding night is too cruel!!! How could you be so heartless!!! I'm going crazy!!!]
In the end, they couldn't bring themselves to do it; it was the Demon Lord who did it. It's reasonable to suspect it was a ruse. No wonder it's the Demon Lord—he's truly insane!
【Immortal Venerable, you...sigh, you won't be happy if you really kill the Demon Venerable..._(:з」∠)_】
Alas, good and evil have always been irreconcilable; this tragic love story is destined to be a dead end.
When Wen Yinhe and the heavily injured Lu Huaijin arrived outside the hall, it was already surrounded by a huge crowd of righteous disciples.
"Slay the demon! Capture the traitor!"
"Slay the demon! Capture the traitor!"
Lu Huaijin gripped Wen Yinhe's wrist tightly and joined the battle without hesitation, repelling the approaching cultivators time and time again. Due to his serious injuries and the person he was holding tightly, he appeared clumsy and his power was greatly reduced.
In fact, Lu Huaijin was not without a way to escape if he abandoned Wen Yinhe.
Wen Yinhe could clearly feel that the hand gripping his wrist was trembling slightly, its knuckles turning white from the force, yet it refused to loosen its grip even slightly.
Lu Huaijin repeatedly opened his back without any defense, revealing numerous flaws to Wen Yinhe.
Wen Yinhe only needs one strike to escape.
But he couldn't lift his hand, just like he had been inside the house.
Spiritual energy condensed and dissipated at his fingertips, repeating this several times.
At this moment, a disciple from a cultivation sect charged forward, shouting. Lu Huaijin instinctively raised his hand, intending to kill him.
Wen Yinhe's pupils contracted, and before he could think, his other hand suddenly grabbed Lu Huaijin's arm: "Don't kill anyone!"
Lu Huaijin's dark eyes trembled slightly, and he abruptly withdrew his killing move.
However, the immortal sect disciple who had narrowly escaped death seized the opportunity to strike Lu Huaijin in the chest.
When Lu Huaijin was hit for the first time, he was stunned for a moment before he remembered to quickly scoop the blood out of his mouth with his tongue and bite open another blood blister.
He coughed up another mouthful of blood.
Lu Huaijin thought to himself, no wonder Wen Yinhe stuffed a lot of blood packs into his mouth before he came out. He was indeed experienced and knew that he would spit out blood in a while.
On the other hand, spitting blood is really funny; no wonder all those extras are eager to die.
Their rule for spitting blood is actually very simple: whoever gets hit gets to spit blood.
Those with higher status have more health and are harder to kill; they can usually vomit several times.
The lower-ranking disciples would vomit up after being hit once, and could only lie on the ground nearby as a backdrop and background noise for their wails.
It's like a live-action CS game, quite interesting.
Those who feel like vomiting blood can rush to the front and offer themselves up for death, but most people would prefer to act a little longer.
As the Demon Lord, Lu Huaijin had an unusually thick health bar; his mouth was so full that he almost couldn't utter his lines.
"Will the Immortal Venerable be happy then?"
Lu Huaijin stared at Wen Yinhe's face, which turned deathly pale in an instant. A twisted and wicked smile slowly appeared on his lips. Afraid that he might expose the other capsules in his mouth, he quickly pulled them back a little. His voice was low and breathy, mainly because it was inconvenient to speak with something in his mouth.
Fortunately, Wen Yinhe is a professional.
Even though he accidentally saw the capsule in Lu Huaijin's mouth, and even though he heard Lu Huaijin making gurgling noises as if he were talking while eating, his acting was still phenomenal, and he carried the whole scene.
happy?
Looking at the glaring blood at the corner of Lu Huaijin's mouth, Wen Yinhe felt as if his heart had been stabbed, the pain so intense that his soul seemed to be on the verge of shattering.
No...that's not it!
He never imagined...
More swords were pointed at the two of them, because of Wen Yinhe's intervention, Lu Huaijin no longer dared to kill anyone.
However, if he doesn't kill, others will kill him.
When will Immortal Venerable Lanxue finally understand this?
Lu Huaijin felt like he was being slapped several times.
He quickly tried to cough up blood, spitting out as much as he could. There was so much blood in his mouth that he almost swallowed it, and it was making him uncomfortable.
"Will the Immortal Venerable be happy then?"
Wen Yinhe's ears were filled with the rebukes of his fellow believers, the orthodox rules he had heard since childhood, and the frantic, almost exploding heartbeat in his chest.
All the sounds combined into a sharp noise, violently tearing at his already precarious consciousness.
The world before his eyes began to distort and become unreal, and blood-red light filled Wen Yinhe's vision.
Lu Huaijin's voice, however, pierced through everything around him with exceptional clarity, carrying a strong sense of mockery and sarcasm, relentlessly striking the deepest recesses of his soul again and again:
"Will the Immortal Venerable be happy then?"
[Holy crap!!! Is this really that cruel??? This is a mental attack, oh my god, I feel like the Immortal Venerable is about to have a mental breakdown QAQ]
[Sigh, the character of the Immortal Venerable is just a naive and innocent person who has never seen the dark side of society since childhood. He thinks the world is black and white, that the righteous path is all good and the demonic path is all bad. He's such a blockhead. He needs to be taught a painful lesson before he can truly see through the true nature of this world. (sigh)]
[From this point of view, even the Immortal Venerable can't compare to our Movie Emperor. Who cares about good or evil, right or wrong? It all depends on President Lu's one glance. If President Lu likes it, it's good or wrong; if he doesn't, it's evil or wrong. It's that simple! Why bother agonizing over it? (resting chin on hand)]
[Love-obsessed person is a killer!!!]
[Although, seeing President Lu trying so hard to cough up blood, and then looking at the movie star diligently using his acting skills to blow the audience away, I still find it inexplicably funny hhhh]
[It was a real treat for CEO Lu (doge)]
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?!
The moment Lu Huaijin spat out the last blood packet from his mouth, the last string in Wen Yinhe's mind, called clarity, suddenly snapped.
Wen Yinhe's consciousness was completely invaded by his inner demons, and his once clear and cold eyes had turned into pure blood color, with no rationality left.
He forcefully pulled Lu Huaijin into his arms with an extremely possessive strength, and raised his other hand, his powerful spiritual energy, carrying a chilling killing intent, instantly spreading across the entire world.
In an instant.
A group of people flew backward at once, spurting blood from their mouths, drawing arcs in the air and staining the vast land red.
Those with low cultivation levels had their souls shattered on the spot, blood flowed from their seven orifices, and they collapsed unconscious on the ground, unaware of whether they were alive or dead.
Those with slightly higher cultivation levels also suffered severe damage to their souls and summoned their natal magic weapons to protect themselves.
Everyone looked at the red-robed immortal before them with vigilance and fear, a figure who was not a demon but was even more demonic.
[Holy crap, there are corpses everywhere! What a... spectacular scene!]
[Last time it was the Demon Lord, this time it's the Immortal Lord, right? This couple is taking turns creating chaos in the cultivation world!]
[Everyone's blood pack is valuable! Everyone, take turns spitting out blood. Don't panic, don't make a fuss, everyone gets some! Everyone gets some!]
[It's over, the Immortal Venerable has killed someone! How are we going to clean this up?]
[Aaaaaaahhhhhh! I'm going crazy! What kind of bullshit immortal lord are we?! Let's all be demon lords! Let's rule the cultivation world together!!!]
Wen Yinhe was breathing heavily and trembling all over.
He staggered back a step, staring blankly down at his fair and slender hands, as if he could see the thick blood of countless wronged souls dripping down.
What did he just do?
He...killed their righteous disciples...
Wen Yinhe covered his face and let out a heart-wrenching wail.
The surrounding spiritual energy surged and raged, actually tearing a hole in the void.
At the end of the scene, Wen Yinhe embraces the astonished Lu Huaijin and leaps into the eerie darkness.
Great... I can finally go and lose my memory.
This heart-wrenching love story is so intense that it can't be acted out at all.
Urgent! Extremely urgent!
The director abruptly withdrew the camera, followed by a series of strange, jarring, repetitive empty shots.
[Holy crap! I'm so dizzy! What kind of first-person time-traveling chaos is this?!]
[Yue...stop...stop! You're making me throw up...]
When the turmoil finally subsided, what came into view was a bustling and prosperous small town.
This is the very ancient town where the guests initially stayed!
The ancient town, which was empty yesterday, is now filled with people living in every house.
The aroma of tea wafted from the small teahouse on the second floor. Several men in long gowns sat around a table by the window, sipping tea and chatting.
The narrow street was lined with vendors and open shops, and the shouts of the shop owners and the noise of the pedestrians filled the air.
An exquisite arched bridge spans the water, and beneath the arch, a small boat drifts gently by.
Several young men who looked like scholars stood tall at the bow of the boat, holding green fans, reciting poems and gazing into the distance.
On the bridge, several young women dressed in light green dresses blushed shyly, covered their lips with handkerchiefs, and whispered their opinions about which young man on the boat was the most talented and which was the most handsome.
It presents a beautiful picture of a bustling and prosperous ancient town.
[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! This is a huge undertaking?! The budget is burning like crazy!!!]
[My goodness, there are so many NPCs! Even a period drama might not have this many extras! Ah Li really doesn't skimp on spending money when it comes to it! It truly feels like you're actually there!]
【Wait, where did this come from? ??? Are the Immortal Lord and Demon Lord alright? QAQ】
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