111 A Feast of a Hundred Devious Tales (5)
Qin Fu'an was born in the Year of the Dog.
Has he gone mad?
For a moment, this thought flashed through everyone's mind.
They stared in disbelief at Qin Fu'an, who sat calmly by the door. They racked their brains trying to understand why he was being so arrogant, so...crazy, blocking everyone's way. What was the point? What benefit did it bring him?
No one could have imagined that it was for the roses in the castle; everyone just thought he was crazy, wanting to be an enemy of all existence.
This was a brief standoff.
At first, some people were wary of his previous ruthless methods and were afraid that if they were the first to stand up, they would be easily killed.
But as the commotion escalated and spread among the hundreds of people, the standoff turned into a tense atmosphere that was on the verge of exploding at any moment; it was just a matter of the last string snapping before it descended into complete chaos.
And no one expected that the spark that ignited the fuse would be that crow.
Perhaps because they hadn't been able to witness the bizarre scene below as people swarmed out to clear away and remove the roses, the crows, who had been watching the spectacle from their high perch atop the castle, finally lost patience and flew down towards the entrance.
And that's how he ended up running right into Qin Fu'an's hands.
"Caw!!" The crow flapped its wings and struggled frantically.
Qin Fu'an restrained its claws, ignoring the bloody scratches on his hands. When it sensed danger and struggled desperately to escape, he lowered his head and broke off the crow's wings, which were made of white bone, one by one.
Then, the crow, which had lost its wings and balance and was screaming incessantly, was casually tossed into the hall.
It's like dropping a drop of water into a pot of boiling oil.
"What are you all standing there for? Kill him now! Otherwise, my master will be furious!!"
The crows fell to the ground, cawing shrilly, which abruptly shattered the already tense standoff.
Many strange entities simultaneously attacked Qin Fu'an.
Poisonous mist, a long tongue, a shrill whistle, a silently creeping shadow, a deadly attack within arm's reach—
Killing intent and deadly moves surged forth, creating an atmosphere as if they intended to crush Qin Fu'an to death in an instant.
But Qin Fu'an was even faster than them.
When they looked back from behind the killing move, the man who had been lounging on the stool had vanished. But if they thought he had fled out of fear, they would be sorely mistaken.
In an instant, the thick, long snake tail grew even larger, completely blocking the doorway. At the same time, the wings on its upper body spread out, and the feathers, covered by flames, fluttered and fell in the dark night, obscuring its huge, eerie green eyes. Like a beast that chooses to devour its prey, its vertical pupils were filled with a cold, fierce aura.
The snake cultivates for a thousand years to become a Teng, and the Teng undergoes heavenly tribulation to become a dragon, soaring straight to the eight wastelands.
The Tengshe clan controls fire and governs strange, frightening, demonic, nightmare, and bewitching matters.
Qin Fu'an had actually been putting up with this eerie and bizarre realm, this inexplicable game livestream, for a very long time.
Inside and outside the castle, clouds and mist rapidly dissipated in the darkness, soon replacing the darkness and enveloping the entire instance area.
The even more ethereal and enormous serpentine shadows, like dragons and serpents, lingered and peered through the clouds and mist. When their bodies brushed against the gently trembling rose petals, they always carried a sense of illusory pity, never harming the slightest thing.
But those players who were originally using tools to clear the rose branches were easily knocked down by the huge wings, flying into the air before crashing heavily to the ground...
The flames fell on them, burning the players until they writhed and howled in agony. But if they accidentally touched the stems and leaves of the roses, the flames would quickly extinguish or cover them, forming a new layer of fire defense.
Inside the castle.
The bizarre situation of the blocked gate and the players' complete madness.
Even more terrifying whispers echoed in their ears, and layers upon layers of illusions unfolded before their eyes. Reality and illusion? Reality and the bizarre? No one could tell the difference, and in their dazed state, they didn't even know whether they were alive or dead, human or monster.
They would only carry out orders according to the omnipresent murmurs in their minds, which was the only "clear reality" they could capture in the dense fog and illusion.
Therefore, when that voice made them laugh, they laughed; when it made them cry, they cried; when it made them plunge their weapons into their hearts, they naturally carried it out without hesitation.
This is truly a night of a hundred ghosts, a night of chaos and evil, teeming with greed, a night of nightmares, laughter and howling...
These rampant desires are nothing but absurdity.
Even that crow, the one with broken wings, that crow that had been trampled on by people and monsters time and time again but had not died, its scarlet eyes were filled with chaotic confusion. It stumbled and wandered among the monsters, its body covered in foul-smelling blood, as if the flow would never end.
Until a hand scooped it up.
Crimson blood flowed freely down the pale, slender arm, but the owner of the hand didn't seem to care.
"They can't kill me."
The boy raised his clear eyes and met the pair of green eyes that were lowered in mid-air.
After a moment, he slightly curved the corners of his lips and sighed softly, "Such a grand display... the entire Ghost Realm is about to change because of you."
The Teng Snake, hovering in mid-air, stared intently at the boy below. Amidst the chaotic stench filling the hall, the faint, elegant fragrance of roses emanating from the boy could still be clearly detected.
The black-robed youth, having removed his mask, suddenly appeared before him.
They looked at each other in silence.
Qin Fu'an probably never expected that Xie Yunhuai would see his beastly and wicked side so clearly.
Perhaps sensing his discomfort, the flower-scented boy leaned closer, suddenly offering him a fluffy little ball of fluff with a smile.
"Hey, your son."
Qin Fu'an: "..."
“They are our sons,” he corrected coldly.
Her voice was icy, but the way she looked at Xie Yunhuai was so soft it was like she wasn't the same person at all.
Xie Yunhuai chuckled, and after sending his son, who had broken the silence, back to his little nest, he slowly reached out and took the initiative to hug the cold-blooded boy in front of him.
He pulled himself into Qin Fu'an's arms and embraced him tightly.
It felt like a long-awaited reunion, or perhaps... a premeditated first meeting.
"Don't be angry." Xie Yunhuai closed his eyes, feeling Qin Fu'an's real body temperature and heartbeat.
Unlike myself, the person I'm embracing is real, real, and whole.
Behind Xie Yunhuai, countless undulating tentacles curiously poked at the main body still moving in the clouds, chattering softly and asking all sorts of questions. It was clear that they were all intelligent souls, completely controlled and managed by Xie Yunhuai.
It is complete, perfectly matching Xie Yunhuai's soul.
They embraced in the ancient castle, a backdrop of chaos and death.
As Qin Fu'an inhaled the faint floral scent emanating from Xiao Yunduo, his restless and irritable emotions gradually subsided, and his murderous intent obediently concealed all its sharpness the moment he was embraced.
"I don't want to see you get hurt by them." Qin Fu'an reached out and put his arm around Xiao Yunduo's soft and slender waist, his tone finally softening: "Every instance is a victim, and I've tolerated them for a long time."
The implication was that he had been holding onto the little cloud in his arms for a long time.
You always make yourself look so pathetic, time and time again...
Hearing this, Xie Yunhuai smiled, tilted his head and gently rested his head in the boy's neck, and said with a smile: "But in so many worlds, in so many Xie Yunhuai who have been hurt, only you would hug them one by one, and only you would stand in front of them without hesitation, as a protector."
Qin Fu'an: "..."
Although it didn't stray from the topic, I always felt that Xiaoyunduo was deliberately acting cute.
Qin Fu'an tightened his grip on him slightly, mischievously kneading Xie Yunhuai's earlobe with his fingertips for a moment. After the person in his arms trembled slightly, the pent-up anger in his heart finally dissipated a little.
Xie Yunhuai buried himself even deeper into his arms, his earlobes and cheeks, which had been pinched, turning bright red and incredibly hot.
"You... let them go." Xie Yunhuai almost couldn't speak coherently, and his voice was so soft it seemed to melt, but he still tried his best to explain: "Many strange creatures from the Ghost Realm are gathered here. If they all die here, the dungeon that supports the Ghost Realm will collapse in large areas, and then... my main body will also be affected."
After saying that, he put something into Qin Fu'an's hand, then looked up at Qin Fu'an with bright eyes and said softly, "Don't worry, they won't really hurt me. I will be safe in the Ghost Realm waiting for you to come and take me home."
Qin Fu'an looked down and saw that it was a seed.
Little Cloud raised an eyebrow with a hint of smugness: "You gave me a cub, and I'll give you a seed. I'll take good care of the cub, and you have to make sure the seed sprouts quickly."
After saying that, he prepared to leave.
But is Qin Fu'an the kind of person who would let a little cloud that's already in his mouth run away?
Qin Fu'an reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist, which was still stained with blood. He pulled the boy back into his arms and then, as the boy waited anxiously, gently bit the soft, warm hand.
………………
Qin Fu'an was born in the Year of the Dog.
In the eerie realm, a humanoid monster shrouded in pitch-black mist angrily raised its hand and wiped its soft lips.
Although the kiss just now wasn't on this body, all the branches are connected to the main trunk. After returning from that body, what He felt was someone's double possessiveness and biting and licking...
He dared not even imagine what that branch of the soul would think when it awoke from its slumber after being possessed by the body and found its lips red, swollen, and...
But the instigator was extremely pleased with himself. When letting Him leave that world, He not only made Him take the cub with Him, but also insisted on making Him sign a soul contract, saying that the contract for split souls was not stable or effective enough...
He was truly bewitched by that cunning serpent, and in a daze, he so easily and obediently signed a new soul contract with it that was even more binding.
"..."
Next time, next time I will definitely not let Qin Fu'an succeed so easily!
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"What just happened?" the raven with the broken wing asked angrily inside the brightly lit castle.
The monsters below looked at each other in bewilderment, none of them knowing why they were covered in such a mess. Some looked like they had just had a good meal, some were missing limbs, and some were even half-dead.
Everything was more bizarre and strange than the creatures had imagined, as if someone had easily erased a part of their memories, and no one knew what they had done during an unknown period of time.
Qin Fu'an sat behind the long table, blocking out all the noise in the hall and ignoring the questions raised by the viewers and Bai Gui. He looked down and examined the seed in his hand.
It was as if everything was irrelevant to him.
[Author's Note]
Anzai: I secretly went on a date with my wife, so satisfying!
Yunzai: Don't bite your lip next time!!
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