112 A Feast of a Hundred Devious Tales (6)
I'm tired of using the term "love-struck" to describe someone.
Outside the window, a cluster of rose vines secretly reached up the window frame, cautiously peering inside in the darkness where the candlelight couldn't reach.
Soon, it met a pair of beautiful eyes.
It's really beautiful, green and translucent, like the most crystal-clear and pure gemstone, a hundred times more beautiful than the tenderest new shoots that grow from it.
Xie Yunhuai inevitably fell into the soft smile hidden in those eyes.
Why is he laughing?
Why does the owner of these eyes smile so beautifully after seeing himself?
Like a domineering and unreasonable wolfhound, hiding its prey in its soft belly.
It was as if they had seen something they adored; their light green pupils curved gently, and even their trembling eyelashes seemed to be filled with joy.
Xie Yunhuai suddenly felt a little flustered.
It tried to move its soft branch tendrils under the gaze of those eyes.
The next second, that gentle, smiling gaze moved along with it.
Xie Yunhuai: "..."
So, perhaps, maybe... the owner of these eyes was indeed laughing because of himself?
Xie Yunhuai felt confused about the conclusion he had drawn.
His original intention was to find food among the lost participants in this revelry, but now things seem to be getting a little off.
The atmosphere in the hall was still easily stirred up by the crows and Lambeth with just a few words. Those eerie creatures ignored the previous emptiness and chaos. They were excitedly and sharply laughing, their insatiable desires stimulating them. Every cell in their bodies was eagerly and frantically clamoring to break out of the castle, to cut off every climbing rose branch, to chop off its body with tools, to tear all its flowers and leaves apart with sharp claws, and to burn away every inch of its stems, leaves, and roots with the hottest flames.
Xie Yunhuai had heard this scene, this atmosphere, these provoked shouts... countless times.
But this was the first time. He didn't care about mocking or being angry. He just carefully moved that small section of the tentacle, trying to sneak away from the reflection of those eyes.
Because he sensed a hidden, unknown danger in those gentle smiles.
His intuition told him that this man with beautiful green eyes would make him very dangerous.
Or perhaps... in just that brief moment of eye contact, I've already become strange and out of control.
This made Xie Yunhuai want to be vigilant, and he kept reminding himself to be even more vigilant.
But suddenly, my mind and body seem to be not in harmony...
Because not only did he not actually sneak away, he also tried to climb up the windowsill and cling to the sleeve of the owner of those green eyes.
Xie Yunhuai: "..."
This is not me, nor are these unruly tentacles and branches my body.
He was unwilling to admit it, but the body hidden in the darkness under the windowsill curled up in frustration, feeling an unnecessary resentment towards the body that went against its own will.
Even though those monsters were about to swarm towards him and wantonly harm him, Xie Yunhuai couldn't spare much attention for these clowns at the moment. All his thoughts were occupied by the pair of green eyes so close to him.
I wanted to grab his sleeve...
I wanted to wrap my arms around his fingers and wrists...
I want to embrace him with all my vines and leaves, I want to embed myself deep into him with my thorns, I want...
So many desires suddenly swelled and spread in an instant, so fast and swift that Xie Yunhuai himself was completely unable to control his own thoughts.
As various thoughts overwhelmed his reason, reality did not calm him down. Instead, he began to scream wildly as the long, strong hand took his outstretched tendrils and gently caressed them.
Xie Yunhuai's brain was overwhelmed by his surging emotions, making it impossible for him to think independently.
In a daze, he could only think that he, like the ugly monsters in the hall, had insatiable desires that were shrill and bulging, desperately pushing him to do what a monster should do.
To have these eyes.
The owner of these eyes.
Wrap this person—or rather, this monster—with layers upon layers of dense, thorny branches, let your own leaves flow with the other's warm blood, let his eyes reveal even more chilling emotions, let the other's still-warm corpse be buried in your roots, rotting and swarming with maggots, turning into fertilizer for your own growth, let his skin, bones, and blood all merge into your body, and finally bloom into softer, more beautiful, and sweeter flowers on the lush branches.
The possessiveness and sinful desires churning in Xie Yunhuai's mind made his soul seem to be enduring unbearable extreme pain. Every cell in his body was insatiably licking the other's gaze and breath. He even wanted to swallow his saliva dryly, as if that would allow him to swallow this dangerous person into his own body.
But in reality, his delicate tendrils and leaves wrapped themselves so softly and harmlessly around the other person's warm palm and between their fingers, even being careful not to use even the slightest bit more force, lest they cause any ugly scars to grow on that perfectly shaped hand.
The ferocious beast lurked in the darkness, displaying both extreme, frenzied covetousness and an innocent, exposed soft belly. Eventually, even Xie Yunhuai himself lost track of what he was thinking and what he truly wanted.
But his soul knows.
Those soul tentacles that were not entirely under his control, after sensing his thoughts and being influenced by him, bared their fangs and claws and rushed in front of Qin Fu'an, shouting in soft voices that they wanted to skin him alive and devour him.
It has some deterrent effect, but not much.
Qin Fu'an's smile grew even wider. Against the backdrop of the hoarse cawing of rotting crows that could not fly, he leaned against the cold wall, most of his body hidden in the darkness, and teased the little cloud that had climbed onto his hand.
Perhaps, in this instance, he should be called Little Rose?
Qin Fu'an chuckled at his own thoughts. He gently pinched the soft tendril in his hand, and after it abruptly stiffened, he chuckled and whispered, "I was tricked into attending this banquet. The trickster told me that if I attended, they would send me an exceptionally beautiful, adorable, and perfect wife..."
As he listened intently to every rose petal, the boy's clear, amused voice revealed a hint of innocent grievance: "I feel like I've been tricked by them. So many tricks, but in my eyes, they all combined aren't as pretty as you."
As the tentacles stiffened and remained silent, the feigned innocence was easily discarded by the owner, transforming into an invitation that was both more pleasant and more absurd: "I hate coming back empty-handed, and I like you a lot, so... how about you become my wife?"
The boy could no longer hide his arrogant and domineering nature. He gave the poor rose vine no time to recover, easily pinched it with his fingers, and introduced himself with a smile: "I am also very powerful. Although I am not a ghost, I can protect you among all the ghosts. Most importantly, I have won the title of senior gardener. I also have a garden that is most suitable for plant growth. I can take good care of you."
The chat commenters, long accustomed to being ignored by the streamer: ? ? ? ?
If I remember correctly, you got your "Senior Gardener" title by directly locking down an entire Evil-level dungeon, right?
So how exactly do you manage to blurt out a mix of truth and lies to deceive Little Cloud without batting an eye?
Doesn't your conscience hurt?!
As it turns out, the streamer's conscience not only didn't bother him, but he was also jumping around happily because he was passionately expressing his love for Xiaoyunduo.
audience:"……"
We're tired of using the adjective "love-obsessed."
Qin Fu'an, as always, didn't care about the audience's opinions.
He was very clear about where his every advantage lay.
Just like the title of "senior gardener" mentioned earlier.
"Advanced Gardener (All plant-related weirdnesses will automatically have a 10% affinity with you)."
There's also the talent of a "top-tier deceiver," and the skill of a "storyteller"...
Just as System 023 said, every word Qin Fu'an utters at this moment, even if it's a lie, will become a guiding light for the other party, and even fate will change its predetermined trajectory because of his words.
The Tengshe clan are born gods of deception. They are born knowing how to use their intelligence, and from the moment they open their mouths to speak, they naturally understand how to turn words into the most unsolvable weapon in the world.
Even if Qin Fu'an were to ramble on to Xie Yunhuai with his eyes closed, Xie Yunhuai, being a plant-type supernatural being, wouldn't react with absurdity or confusion, nor would he question whether it was a lie. He would simply subconsciously follow Qin Fu'an's words, being guided and bewitched...
Ironically, among the words he just spoke, which were a mix of truth and falsehood, Qin Fu'an hadn't actually lied to Xiao Yunduo at all.
For Xie Yunhuai, a botany major, his words became an even more terrifying truth.
Xie Yunhuai subconsciously believed every word Qin Fu'an uttered!
so……
So the timid rose, after being frightened and finally recovering from her daze, actually learned the so-called "tail-cutting survival" technique.
It fled, desperately trying to hide itself completely in the darkness, hoping never to be caught by Qin Fu'an again.
As for those dark and crazy thoughts from before... they did not dissolve because of his current cowardice. On the contrary, they were like a raging fire with dry wood added, burning more and more fiercely, almost burning from the depths of his soul, burning his entire body and soul, along with Qin Fu'an, to ashes.
He no longer wanted to treat Qin Fu'an's skin, bones, and blood as mere nourishment for his growth.
He wanted Qin Fu'an to never be separated from him, their bodies intertwined like flowers, nourishing each other with their blood, living together dependent on each other, twisting and entwining like snakes, living and dying together, neither of them able to abandon the other.
Xie Yunhuai's fear of reality and his ever-growing possessiveness made him act abnormally.
He desperately needed an outlet for his emotions.
He dared not face Qin Fu'an for the time being, so... harboring malice to eliminate his monsters and players became the most suitable channel.
In the now empty castle hall, Qin Fu'an looked down at the small section of flower branch in his hand that had been deliberately cut off and discarded. After a moment of stunned silence, he laughed in a way that made the audience's teeth ache.
They watched as he carefully stored the small sprig of rose into his spatial storage, watched him stretch and relax with a satisfied sigh, a sinister smile playing on his lips, as he stood by the window watching the monsters and players using various lighting tools to clear away the roses.
He resembled a hunter high above, more so than Lambeth, who had previously stood on high and looked down upon the world.
[Author's Note]
Anzai: He routinely deceives his wife without worrying about things going wrong.
Yunzai: I know he's lying to me, but I'm willing to believe every word he says.
Little Phoenix: ? ? ? My two dads haven't mentioned my existence at all?
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