Chapter 225 Kiss
Ying Wujiu subconsciously turned his head away from Lu Yan's sight, showing a rare panic. He snatched the half mask and turned around to put it on his face. It was hard to tell whether he was angry or something else, and his voice suddenly became cold:
"Who allowed you to take off my mask?"
He knew that half of the face was not good-looking.
Rather than being angry, it's more like the inferiority complex of being seen through.
No matter how proud a person is in this world, once he is stained with the word love, he will gradually sink into the dust.
Ying Wujiu has not yet fallen into the dust, but he has already begun to waver and is about to fall...
Lu Yan took in this scene, his eyes slightly lowered, as if he understood something, but he did not say anything to comfort him. He gently grasped Ying Wujiu's shoulders, turned him around to face himself, raised his hand and stroked the golden lotus pattern engraved on the glass mask on his face, and smiled:
"Okay, if you don't like it, I won't pick it next time."
Ying Wujiu paused slightly. He actually didn't want to lose his temper with Lu Yan. It was just that he had been in the dark for hundreds of years in the sword furnace. There was nothing left in his heart except resentment. He slowly exhaled and said, "I am not blaming you. You are different from others. You don't need to be so cautious."
Lu stretched out his hand to hold Ying Wujiu's waist. Although his tone was pretending to be pitiful, there was a slight smile on his lips:
"That won't do. What if the Lord shatters my head with one palm like he did to that little thief today?"
Lu Yan felt really comfortable in his arms, just like encountering a cool stream in the hot summer. Although Ying Wujiu felt strange being held in his arms, he relaxed unconsciously, leaned forward, closed his eyes, and rested his head on Lu Yan's legs:
"Why, are you scared?"
He seemed to be asking casually, but he was serious.
Lu Yan asked: "Why did the Lord kill him?"
Ying Wujiu said calmly: "He wanted to steal something that he shouldn't have stolen."
Lu Yan had already guessed what it was. He paused for a moment, then smiled faintly: "That's damn right."
Ying Wujiu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him: "Aren't you curious about what it is?"
Lu Yan's current identity is a male pet, so of course he would not ask questions that he shouldn't ask: "If the Lord wants to say it, he will say it. I am not that curious."
Ying Wujiu chuckled: "You are quite interesting."
However, he did not hide it from Lu Yan. He turned his wrist and a translucent blue fragment suddenly appeared in the air on his palm, emitting light quietly in the dim hall, silently attracting people's attention.
Seeing this, Lu Yan's heart skipped a beat, and his breathing became barely perceptible and rapid for a moment:
Heart-pounding! Really heart-pounding!!
God knows how much willpower he spent to control his hand, otherwise his end would be even more miserable than that thief today. Fortunately, Ying Wujiu did not notice Lu Yan's abnormality, and he took back his heart with a flick of his wrist. His tone was light, but it was chilling:
"He is so brave that he stole something from me. If I hadn't been too lazy to talk to him today, I wouldn't have let him die so easily. I would have made sure that he would be unable to live or die!"
Stealing souls...is the punishment so severe?
Lu Yan lowered his head and fell into deep thought. He was not afraid of death. If he failed and was caught, the worst that could happen was that he would start over. But if he could neither live nor die, then he would be doomed.
Ying Wujiu waited a long time for Lu Yan's reaction, and raised his eyes slightly, but could only see the man's slightly protruding Adam's apple and clear jawline. His fair skin was hidden in his collar, which was indescribably sexy and beautiful. His mind moved slightly:
"What are you doing? You look like a fool."
Lu Yan came to his senses and said, "My Lord, since you told me such an important thing, aren't you afraid that I will become as greedy as that villain?"
Ying Wujiu reached out and gently touched his Adam's apple, feeling that Lu Yan was going the wrong way. However, since he was young, he could not help but feel uneasy: "Your cultivation is too shallow now, and you cannot control this thing. When you have a foundation in the future, I will give you any treasure you want. What does a soul count for?"
If Lu Yan truly treated him, Ying Wujiu would naturally be willing to share glory and wealth with him. Their lives are linked together, so a mere soul is really nothing. No matter how powerful such a thing is, it cannot be more powerful than life.
Lu Yanrao asked with interest, "Really?"
He had seen many executives draw cakes before, but this was the first time he had seen such a heartfelt cake. He felt a bit unbelievable, yet truly shocked.
The Heart Soul is considered a divine weapon even in the space station. Now that it has fallen into the human world, not to mention those mortals will fight to the point of being bloody, even he himself wants to get it. Is Ying Wujiu willing to share it with him?
Ying Wujiu raised his eyelids and said, "Would I lie to you again?"
As the Lord of the Demon Realm, he naturally has no interest in deceiving others.
Lu Yan figured this out, lowered his head and smiled, "I was confused, please don't be angry, sir."
But I thought in my heart that this man treated me so sincerely, I should not hurt him again in the future. I must think of a foolproof method when taking his soul.
Ying Wujiu was not really angry in the first place, he was just a paper tiger that would burst with a single poke. When he saw Lu Yan approaching with his head lowered, he subconsciously avoided him, but he never expected that the man would pinch his chin and kiss him on his lips, causing his pupils to shrink in shock.
Everyone will have some strange emotions when they kiss for the first time, especially when it is so sudden.
Ying Wujiu felt his body was boiling, and the touch on his lips was soft and unfamiliar. He felt panic for no reason and even forgot to breathe. However, Lu Yan seemed to be born with this skill. With a flick of his fingertips, he threw the troublesome mask aside, then pried open Ying Wujiu's teeth and drove straight in.
“Hmm…”
Ying Wujiu groaned but did not stop. He just frowned slightly, and his cold eyes were tinged with desire, like melting ice and snow.
Lu Yan embraced him and fell on the mat together. The seductive red dress was entangled with the ink-black corners of his clothes, which was so strong that it was shocking. Ying Wujiu gradually became interested, his eyelashes trembling, and he unconsciously began to kiss back with his eyes closed. His clothes were disheveled, revealing half of his thin shoulders and collarbones.
Lu Yan's eyes were a dark purple, but usually not very noticeable. At this moment, he had a faint smile on his face, which inevitably made people feel evil and seductive: "My Lord, matters of the soul must be kept secret. There are many spies from the immortal sects among the servants in the backyard. Although those people are not your opponents, there is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days."
Although he didn't know whether Ying Wujiu really didn't know or was pretending not to know, he still wanted to remind him.
When Ying Wujiu heard Lu Yan's reminder, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he felt that he was indeed loyal to him. While responding to his light kiss, he asked casually, "How do you know all these things?"
Lu Yan's slender fingertips moved slightly, and he twisted a strand of black hair around his shoulder, and said slowly: "My Lord, you should know that those who are good at martial arts are not necessarily good at pretending. They may have sent all the disciples with good martial arts in their sect. They are all arrogant and can't even pretend to be servants. Their flaws were exposed at the first glance."
Ying Wu narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "That's not what I meant."
He meant why Lu Yan knew so many secret past events.
Lu Yan just smiled and said, "I have learned the art of fortune-telling. Do you believe it, my lord?"
"Dividing the rotten meat?" Ying Wujiu didn't believe in such things. "Then can you calculate my future fortune?"
Lu Yan: "I only talk about the past, not the future."
Ying Wujiu frowned slightly: "Why?"
Lu Yan tapped his forehead with his fingertips, then slid his fingertips down, accidentally touching the scar on Ying Wujiu's right face, and whispered word by word: "Because man can conquer nature, the future is changing all the time."
For example, in the original story of this world, Lu Yan certainly did not exist, but now he is entangled with Ying Wujiu, and the trajectory of their fate must have gradually shifted, heading towards an unknown direction.
The light in the hall gradually dimmed, and Lu Yan's face looked gentle and affectionate. He leaned over and placed a kiss on Ying Wujiu's cheek, right at the disfigured spot, causing the latter to hold his breath.
This light kiss brought back years of heart palpitations.
The heavy rain had just stopped, and the leaves of the sycamore trees under the corridor had fallen to the ground.
It was already late at night when Lu Yan came out of the Xuan Cang Hall. He walked down the stairs slowly, the fallen leaves rustling as they were crushed under his feet. He thought to himself, no wonder the executive officer always said that love can lead people astray, and even the great master Ying Wujiu was not immune to this.
In the world of cultivating immortals, if one reaches the bottleneck period, one must never release one's primordial Yang. Ying Wujiu had been in seclusion for many days and was in the process of breaking through the realm. Just now, Lu Yan hugged him, kissed him, and coaxed him, and he was almost coaxed into bed. If it weren't for the fact that both of them still had a trace of clarity in their minds, I'm afraid something would have gone wrong.
Lu Yan patted the back of his head to get rid of that fantasy, and was about to go back to his room to sleep. However, when he passed a stone path, he suddenly heard a hoarse middle-aged man's voice above his head:
"Lu Yan, why haven't you sent any messages to the sect in these days? I think you are planning to rebel?!"
From the tone of his voice, it seemed as if he recognized Lu Yan.
Lu Yan was suddenly startled when he heard this, but it was not because of this sentence, but because he could not sense the existence of the person who spoke at all. You know, the Mahayana cultivator who broke into Tianbao Pavilion last time did not give him such a sense of crisis. He might be coming with bad intentions today!
Lu Yan glanced at his panel energy level without leaving a trace. It was 26%. Fortunately, it was enough.
He calmed himself down and bowed to the air:
"I don't know which senior is speaking, why not show up and see me?"
The man sneered, "It's only been a short time since I sent you out, and you don't even recognize your master? I wonder if you are deliberately taking root in the Demon Realm and want to betray your master?!"
As he was talking, an old man appeared out of thin air on the top of the rockery. He didn't seem to worry about being seen. He was wearing a green Taoist robe and a white beard, and he looked like an immortal. However, his eyes were gleaming with a sharp light, and seemed to be full of calculations.
As soon as Lu Yan saw the other person, he felt a splitting headache, as if some long-sealed memory was about to force its way out of his brain. When he occupied this body, he naturally absorbed the memories of the original body, but none of them were related to the old man in front of him. Could it be that he missed something?
The old man saw Lu Yan's confused expression and pointed his finger at him in disdain: "In order to prevent you from revealing your true identity, I deliberately sealed your memory and cultivation before sending you to the Demon Realm. But I never thought you would be so stupid and you haven't broken the seal yet!"
There was a ball of green light at his fingertips, which quickly penetrated into Lu Yan's mind, and in an instant, the latter had an unfamiliar memory.
Lu Yan looked shocked and doubtful. It turned out that the owner of this body was actually a disciple of the Wuwang Sect. He had once been a disciple of the great elder Nan Tuo. In order to find out the truth about the Demon Realm, he hid his cultivation memories. Unexpectedly, he happened to travel through time and had forgotten all about the past.
In a flash, Lu Yan had already made up his mind. He pretended to be in a daze, just wanting to trick the old man as soon as possible:
"I am a foolish disciple. I only broke the seal today. I didn't know that Master had arrived. Please don't blame me."
Nan Tuo was the senior brother of the Wuwang Sect's leader, Tan Yue. His cultivation was not bad. He had already set up barriers around him, so even the demon soldiers could not find him. He snorted coldly and jumped down from the rockery: "I, Nan Tuo, have been smart all my life, but why did I raise such a stupid disciple like you? I heard recently that you have been stirring up trouble in the Demon Realm, causing the major sects to fight each other in search of the sect's treasure. I thought you had recovered your memory a long time ago, but it turns out you are still a fool!"
After scolding him like this, he stroked his beard and asked with a frown, "How is the matter of my asking you to find out about Xin Po going? Is it in Ying Wu Jiu's hands?"
Lu Yan's mind was in a state of confusion. Nan Tuo was indeed a shrewd and stingy person. He didn't know how much information he had gotten. If he said he was not there, it would inevitably seem false. After all, rumors were flying around outside, and eight out of ten people guessed that Xinpo was in the Demon Realm. He considered and said:
"Reporting to Master, Ying Wujiu is suspicious by nature and cannot be approached easily. Although I have never seen the soul in his hand, I think it is probably true."
Nan Tuo looked grim: "You idiot, I told you to act in secret and get the Heart back as soon as possible, but now the whole city is in turmoil, and all the immortal sects have set their eyes on this piece of fat meat. You haven't stolen the Heart yet, so how can we get a share of the meat then!"
When he finished speaking, his eyes turned fierce, and he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "The treasure must be carried close to one's body. Go and get rid of Ying Wujiu, and the heart will be easy to find!"
Lu Yan: “?!!!!”
Lu Yan's eyes widened upon hearing this, and he felt as if he had heard another sentence -
Benboerba, go and get rid of Tang Seng and his disciples!
Neurosis!
If he could beat Ying Wujiu, why would this old man have the right to give orders here? ! !
Lu Yan stood behind Nan Tuo and spoke hesitantly: "Master, I am afraid that..."
Nan Tuo frowned: "What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid I can't obey your order—"
As the cold voice exploded in his ears, a sword condensed from moonlight pierced his heart without warning. This sword was a hundred times more powerful than the one that had seriously injured the Mahayana monk last time. It was like a ball of cold fire that silently burned the flesh and blood, freezing Nan Tuo's limbs and making him unable to move, and even his heart came to a sudden stop.
Nan Tuo turned around in shock and happened to see Lu Yan standing under the rockery. The bright moonlight made his face look hazy and white, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, innocent and harmless. He slowly wiped the blood-stained Yuehua Sword, his eyes were cold and playful as never before, and he said softly word by word:
"Master, rest assured. I will personally send you off."
This attack consumed all of Lu Yan's energy, and it was also a way to give the old man some face.
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