Chapter 78 "The Little Taoist Priest": The giant python officially began eating the offerings...
Like a pair of mandarin ducks with their necks intertwined, they nestled together, neither speaking a word to the other at the table.
Lanlan here must be thinking that the old man and the fool are the two people in the world who love each other the most foolishly. How can they be so easily satisfied? Is it really that happy to like each other and be liked by each other?
Zhong Ding hadn't been this happy in a long time. While they were in the temple, he felt as if another part of himself was about to break free of his body. But what's meant to happen will happen.
Soon, a decadent, sensual scent of corpses filled the room, making one unable to resist indulging in unrestrained desires.
Lanlan brought fresh peonies and ranunculus. The bright flowers were right in front of us. In the sunlight, they looked like two tender, pink buds. The fragrance of the mountain goddess spread with the scent of the flowers, and the little Taoist priest in her arms became weak and limp.
Zhong Ding, who was sitting at the table with his arm around the person, naturally sensed it immediately.
The fragrance in the room came from his own body, so it was of no use to him and would instead tempt another person to fall into hell.
It was hard not to find the expression on Zhong Ding's face strange after this new discovery.
Coincidentally, next to the parrot perch made of prickly ash wood, there was a bronze dressing mirror.
Out of desperation, Zhong Ding looked in the mirror at himself, now dressed in a brand-new red robe. But as he gazed at his own face, he felt a pang of guilt.
“Strange,” “monster,” and “ghostly”... The ugly appearance reflected in the mirror severely agitated Zhong Ding’s heart.
He noticed a hint of blood-red at the corners of his eyes, and a malevolent, possessed-like glint in them...
He was so hungry. Perhaps because Jian Dieda's body was very healthy and his skin exuded a faint warmth of life, Zhong Ding's finger bones were exerting too much force, and the scales on the back of his neck burst open with red petals, telling of his greed for the young Taoist priest.
The "him" in this mirror isn't like before, someone the young Taoist priest would never miss. But when he woke up, his pants were already back on. So, wasn't the person who took off his pants...someone who already saw something? In that case, should he immediately tell Jane the truth...?
He knew he had to say something, but it was so hard to bring himself to say it; his lips were so red with anxiety they looked like they were bleeding.
Jian Dieda looked at the increasingly pale and weak face of Zhong Ding and asked him what was wrong. Zhong Ding didn't dare to breathe.
Why is he so guilty?
The bell and tripod in the mirror gazed at "her" in the temple from afar.
[System Prompt]
Congratulations on successfully completing the character tutorial quest.
[Quest progress: 'The Mystery of the Stringed Puppet' 35%]
Congratulations on the release of the new card art – The Wish of the Half-Human Mountain God!
The "Mountain God" seemed unable to hear this sound.
He had been trapped in this old house for too long, and the most unsolvable problem was his family lineage.
Because he had always suspected that Fifth Master was lying to him, and he also confirmed from Xiaomei's case that his mother was not an ordinary person, but a "goddess" who was worshipped.
If the mountain god is his mother, then his different constitution makes sense.
Because of the mountain god's temple's unique existence, humans and gods could not intermarry in ancient times, and he himself was neither human nor god... According to ancient customs, he could never leave this haunted place for the rest of his life—
But strangely, he clearly hadn't stepped out of Qingyang Town at all, so why did things turn out this way? Was it because he made a wish for a longer lifespan after saving someone at that time? But it wouldn't have been like this before…
Jian Dieda was not unaware that something was wrong with the bell and tripod.
He didn't speak immediately. He separated himself from Master Zhong and sat idly watching him, his gaze falling on the legs hidden under the red robe.
Zhong Dingxian's eyes welled up with tears. He wasn't fierce, and tried to be gentle, but he was prone to crying. Jian Dieda noticed that his eyes were red and swollen.
Zhong Ding took a deep breath: "Did I actually not dream before? Then may I ask if my existence is still of any use to Master Jian?"
He said this because he genuinely hated himself for not being good enough.
He hated that such embarrassing words had to be made clear; a gentleman should be open and honest, whether loved or not. But he thought that if it were revealed that their affair was merely a matter of friendship and mutual assistance, Master Zhong, a tall and strong man, would be terribly wronged. In front of Master Jian, he suddenly had another bout of romantic madness, and the sentimental old man covered his face and burst into tears, his tears wetting the back of Jian Dieda's hand, a single tear hanging from his nose like the most foolish person in the world.
"...If you don't want me, that's fine too. Just don't drive away a poor cripple. I'm willing to support you as a celestial being. If you really can't, you can just treat me, this mortal, as a pastime. Keep me here for one night to play with me a few times, and kick me out of bed tomorrow and never want me again...that's fine too."
Jane was speechless. Are all men who haven't even established a relationship this emotional, or is this Mr. Zhong just unusual?
"Look, my eyes are all red from crying." Zhong Ding winked, as if to say, "Aren't you even a little bit sorry for me? I'm waiting for you to ask me the truth."
“I saw…your secret,” Jane Dieda finally said, playing along.
Oh, he even touched the cripple's smooth, tender thigh... Hmm, full of life.
“…” Zhong Ding remained silent, his gaze fixed intently on him and the bathtub beside him.
He didn't know that the task card was now in Jian Dieda's task list, and every big character on it was glaringly obvious.
Jane felt that his purpose was as blatant as the wish card, so she could only withdraw her hand in broad daylight and apologize politely.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken off your pants without permission, Lord Zhongshan."
Zhong Ding: "It's alright, just take responsibility. And don't call me Mountain God. If I really have that kind of background, I want to know more... Why did Fifth Uncle keep it from me and everyone else? I don't understand."
Jane Diedda: "..."
Can you please stop triggering this naive and innocent ultimate boss's protective instincts?! This kind of thing is best kept to ourselves, so shut up!
"Your fifth uncle probably doesn't know either. He's never taken your pants off. And don't even mention when you were little. You were definitely different when you were little than you are now. This kind of differentiation only happens after adulthood. Outsiders call it—ABO." Jian Dieda, the writer, started to lie through his teeth, talking nonsense without even thinking. He even took advantage of the fact that this game character didn't know about the male homosexuality setting in modern society.
Zhong Ding couldn't understand a single word, so they started discussing how to get through Zhong Ding's current situation. Jian Dieda opened the task progress bar and asked, "Have you been feeling very itchy skin?"
If he wasn't mistaken, the mountain god of Qingyang Town might have multiple bloodlines, including snakes, birds, and fish.
The snake's implement.
Bird tools.
Fish.
These three common factors, along with his high reproductive capacity, constitute his identity.
“Let’s soak in the bathtub, I’ll… help you relax again like before.” Jian Dieda suggested, then stood up and put his arm around the man’s long, beautiful hair, taking off his Taoist robe.
“It will get wet, and I’m afraid of the cold. Don’t look at me.” Jian Dieda didn’t look at Zhong Ding.
Zhong Ding nodded without resisting, and the man who was being carried into the bathtub also admired the skin on the young man's back.
After putting down his injured body, Jian Dieda wanted to take a bath with him slowly.
The man had already wrapped his arms around her slender waist.
He gripped the narrow, thin waist with both hands, lifting the young Taoist priest up, splashing water and wetting their hair.
"You are so handsome, my little Taoist priest."
As the "mountain god" spoke, he opened his eyes and gazed admiringly at the redness on the skin.
The long-haired man then kissed his collarbone as if he were drunk, and Jane Dieda's cheeks flushed and his breathing became more rapid.
Zhong Ding heard a crisp sound as the bottle fell to the ground.
He and Jian Dieda were both working on it at the same time, and no one was willing to take the initiative to look at it, but Master Jian knew what they were.
He leaned over the bathtub, wrapped his arms around Zhong Ding's neck, and whispered in his ear.
“Go and pick it up,” he said. “I’ll give you everything…”
At his command, Zhong Ding swiftly reached out and grabbed the wound medicine.
Jane Diedda felt dizzy, but he was certain that the man's legs were missing.
"Cough cough—"
No one is unafraid of being eaten by a python.
Jane Dieda also has no prior record of engaging in transvestite or extreme play.
But at this point, if it doesn't get devoured, the boss can't hide its hunger and wants to transform into a demon and pounce on it.
The first step is to embrace his bell and tripod and then give him a sweet kiss.
He sealed his lips and slipped his tongue inside.
Jane Dieda's sensitivity seems to be really amazing. Just a kiss from Zhong Ding is enough to make him tremble, scream, and cry.
"...Cat..."
The man easily manipulated the boy's calf, his inner lust completely burning away his brain. When he looked down again, he found that the little Taoist's pants were no longer wearable.
Upon seeing this, Zhong Ding turned from crying to laughing, and a ghostly voice echoed softly in their ears. He couldn't help but praise the young man by pinching his slender waist.
"...Chen Tang Pass is flooded, General Jian. Are you still young and don't understand things? Why can't you hold your pee?"
Jian Dieda told him to shut up, that if he couldn't stay still he would open his mouth to let Dao Ye urinate, and also to stop touching him.
But he couldn't defeat this evil thing right now. Zhong Ding's previous weak state was a thing of the past. He only had one thought in mind: to get a little Taoist priest.
"...Master, please have mercy and save me."
The python officially began to eat the offerings.
Carrying the auspicious scale in its mouth and supporting its precious treasure, it ventured into a place where the yin and yang of heaven and earth were deficient.
The scent of peony-patterned balm instantly filled the edge of the curtains. The small lotus platform trembled, and the poignant and melancholic candle ash inadvertently overturned the golden altar, wetting the red cloth covering it and leaving a drop of cinnabar blood from a twin red lotus.
Zhong Ding saw the blood on the quilt.
His eyes suddenly reddened.
Looking down, he saw the body in his arms curled up in the blanket, like a pure white plum blossom, one of her forearms trembling with pain, and he clenched his teeth.
"Is this a good hurdle? Or should we take it easy?"
"..."
"Don't be stubborn. You are my darling, I always carry you with me wherever I go. This is our wedding night, if I don't take care of you, I'll regret it for the rest of my life."
They've already gone this far together, and it's enough that Zhong Ding has these intimate words for the two men. Jian Dieda gave him a look, indicating that he didn't like stopping halfway.
Zhong Ding looked at him, his eyes sparkling, his pearly teeth gently biting, his seductive voice lingering in his ear, making him feel as if a demon had transformed and entered the room, causing him to become aroused.
Since that's the case, they have no other choice.
When the candle had burned completely dry and the world had fallen silent, the two found their happy ending in the dim light.
Even when they're not speaking, they're still showing their affection, carefully considering each other's feelings.
That feeling of being newlywed, all sorts of emotions welling up inside, was incredibly pleasant.
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