Chapter 2...Is this the kind of sleeping companion?
What?
Ning Che treated all the words he didn't understand as foreign code words and didn't delve into them.
However, after a little thought, he understood what was going on, combining what he heard in the room with the expression of the woman in front of him.
I am the leader of a religion, but I have to play the role of stealing men with a young boy from another race.
He sneered in his heart, thinking that he was really a tiger in a desperate situation.
However, the only choice at the moment is to help him deal with the elders of the tribe first, and then ask for the antidote and leave.
Ning Che calmed himself down.
The man's touch had an inexplicable effect on him. Just a light glide of his palm across his back relieved the pain in his body.
He glanced at Fu Chengyun.
This person still expects me to cooperate with him in acting out this scene, and I don't think he would dare to do anything bad to me.
Ning Che was able to survive in the Demon Cult for over a decade because his first principle was: never put yourself in a difficult position!
Since this person is beneficial to me, I will make the best use of him.
He relaxed his body and leaned into Fu Chengyun's arms, watching this family affair with a cold eye.
The two bodies fit together perfectly.
Lizzie couldn't believe what she was hearing and seeing. Her good brother actually had a lover! They were so close that they almost stuck together!
She rushed forward in a fit of rage, but was grabbed by Fu Ting.
Fu Ting's face turned pale. "Where did you get such a strange omega?"
Fu Chengyun caught the surprise in her eyes, glanced at the person in his arms, and with a twitch of his lips, he explained, "Actually, he's a cosplayer."
"Yo~"
Linzhi immediately said sarcastically, "What's the meaning of this person hiding in your bedroom dressed like this?"
"A little fun in bed." Fu Chengyun said sarcastically, "I still need to ask you for more advice on this."
"Enough!" Fu Chen's voice was filled with anger: "Don't follow your mother's example and pursue those illusory feelings of love. It's useless."
This sentence touched Fu Chengyun's sore spot.
Fu Chengyun raised his head and looked directly at Fu Chen, his eyes cold and no longer as gentle as usual.
"Don't worry, I will never follow her example and will never sacrifice my life's happiness for anyone else."
"How dare you be so stubborn!"
Compared to his ex-wife, Fu Chen was more concerned about the challenge to his authority, especially in front of Li's family.
He picked up the wine glass in front of him and threw it hard at Fu Chengyun.
"Crash!" A woman screamed and everyone was shocked!
The wine glass shattered into pieces at Fu Chen's feet.
The moment Ning Che knocked the wine glass away, Fu Chen subconsciously dodged backwards, but the wine glass was too fast, and before he could move, the glass hit his feet accurately.
Dark red wine stains splashed all over the white stone floor, and everyone's faces became even gloomier.
After Ning Che swung his palm, a thin layer of sweat accumulated on his forehead. He bent down and gasped for breath.
Fu Chengyun stood there in a daze, staring at his back. This was the first time someone had stood in his way since his mother's death.
At that moment, it was as if a gentle hand wrapped around his cold heart.
He hurried forward to support Ning Che, and crystal beads of sweat flowed down her pretty cheeks and onto the back of his hand.
Fu Chengyun's heart felt like it was being gently pinched by that hand, and a slight sourness rose in his heart.
"Are you okay?"
Ning Che shook off Fu Chengyun's hand, very angry.
Faced with danger, he instinctively attacked, but his internal energy was empty, his physical strength was exhausted, and he was poisoned.
Am I so weak now that I can't even hold up a cup without gasping for breath?
You are really unworthy of being the leader of a religion!
Ning Che urgently needed to recover his strength, so he threw himself into Fu Chengyun's arms without saying a word.
The person who angrily slapped his hand away one second, then snuggled into his arms the next. Fu Chengyun was a little amused.
He tightened his arms and hugged Ning Che.
Seeing that the two were getting more and more aggressive, Fu Chen's expression changed again and again, but he couldn't make a fool of himself in front of outsiders, so he had to solve the problem as soon as possible.
Fu Chen's cold voice brooked no refusal: "I don't care where you got this omega from, get rid of it quickly. We'll officially get engaged tomorrow."
Seeing her uncle issued an ultimatum, Lizi dared not say a word and just stared at her brother Cheng Yun with tears in her eyes.
The apparent harmony of the family dinner was completely shattered. Everyone fell silent and quickly left.
Fu Linyu saw Linzhi stand up and quickly followed her upstairs.
He deliberately raised his collar to cover most of his face, used his bangs to hide his eyebrows and eyes, kept his eyes fixed on Ning Che, and walked away quickly.
Fu Chengyun didn't want to stay in the mansion, so he helped Ning Che into his car and told the driver to go back to his private residence on the outskirts of the city.
The car sped through the dark of night, and the afterimages of neon lights on the roadside flashed across the window, looking very colorful and beautiful.
Ning Che leaned against the side door, pretending to look around the car casually, his big eyes unblinking, filled with curiosity.
Fu Chengyun smiled and said, "Like it? I'll give it to you when this is done."
Ning Che ignored him and urged, "I'm done helping you. Give me the antidote."
Fu Chengyun was bewildered. He wanted to laugh at the man for being so immersed in his role that his words were so flowery. But he couldn't help but ask, "What antidote?"
Ning Che spoke in a bad tone.
"I'm dizzy and my whole body aches. It must be the poison in your house. I feel comfortable when you're close to me, which means you have the antidote!"
Ning Che felt even more dizzy after talking too much in one breath and sitting away from Fu Chengyun's body.
He barely propped himself up and glared at Fu Chengyun, fearing that he might go back on his word at any time.
Fu Chengyun didn't mind him continuing to immerse himself in the role.
This person seemed to be a touch of color sent by God to his gloomy life, and every move he made always made him feel good.
He cooperated and said: "Okay, okay, I'll give you the antidote."
He moved to the right and held Ning Che in his arms. He released his own pheromones to wrap around Ning Che, and gently stroked his back with his palm, asking softly: "Is it enough?"
The refreshing scent of cedar penetrated into Ning Che's lungs, and he felt a sense of comfort from the inside out.
The discomfort gradually eased and the mind became clearer.
He stared at Fu Chengyun's chin and asked, "Are you a medicine man?"
"puff!"
Fu Chengyun couldn't help laughing. But then he felt sorry for the other person's hard work, so he immediately regained his composure and nodded solemnly.
"Um!"
"No wonder?" Ning Che had hundreds of questions, and now that he felt relaxed and at ease, he was determined to get to the bottom of it. "Why did you arrest me and bring me abroad?"
Fu Chengyun pretended to be profound: "Because you are so beautiful, I will send someone to capture you and bring you back to be my wife."
Ning Che frowned and stared at him.
Apart from being smooth-talking, this person seems to have no ill intentions towards him.
Moreover, I had been in contact with him for quite a while, but I didn't feel any internal energy flowing through him. I guess this person must not have any martial arts skills.
He automatically ignored the words "wife of the bandit chief" and sighed: She is just a show-off, nothing to be afraid of.
Ning Che confidently shifted his buttocks on Fu Chengyun's thighs, finding a more comfortable position. He half-closed his eyes and said in a domineering manner, "Hand! Who told you to stop?"
Fu Chengyun snorted and laughed, "Like an old Buddha." He continued to stroke his back.
As the car passed over the speed bump, Ning Che's body shook, and the back of his neck happened to rub against Fu Chengyun's raised hand.
He felt a sudden palpitation for no apparent reason. Ning Che frowned and asked, "Since you are a herbalist, you must know medical skills. I want to ask you how can I recover my strength as quickly as possible?"
Fu Chengyun found it quite amusing: "Little fool, everything will be fine after the susceptible period is over."
As he approached Ning Che, he could smell the rich fragrance of roses. As he put his arm around his waist, his palms felt a noticeable rise in temperature. He also noticed that he was particularly dependent on his touch.
I was certain in my heart: this person must be in the susceptible period.
Fu Chengyun extremely hates being manipulated by others.
If any company dared to send Xiao O, who was in a susceptible period, to his bed, he would definitely drive them away and completely cut off cooperation with that company.
But today was different. The first time he saw Ning Che, he felt that his mother had appeared, and he must seize this opportunity to hold Fu Chen back.
Omegas in their susceptible period are sensitive and fragile, so he deliberately increased physical contact to make Ning Che dependent on him so that he would not do anything uncooperative.
What he didn't expect was that the usually delicate omega would actually stand in front of him when the wine glass came at him.
In a flash, there is no time to think about the pros and cons.
This act of self-sacrifice can only be explained as:
This person really needs my help!
Maybe you are in urgent need of resources, or maybe you are in urgent need of money.
No matter what it was, as long as he asked for something, Fu Chengyun would feel relieved.
After all, nothing is more reliable than exchanging interests.
"Susceptible period?"
Ning Che was about to ask again when the car pulled into the basement. A moment of darkness caused the little fox in his arms to reveal its claws again.
He suddenly grabbed Fu Chengyun's neck and asked coldly, "Where is this?"
"It's the underground garage, baby~"
The hand on his neck was loose and powerless. Fu Chengyun didn't know when this ancient costume game would end. He only knew that he was willing to play with this frightened little thing today.
Ning Che lowered his hand and remained silent. Fu Chengyun opened the car door and got out.
The automatic induction wall lights in front lit up one after another, and the white halo made Ning Che dazed for a moment.
There are too many new things in the alien race that are beyond his knowledge. Even if he gets the antidote, it will be very difficult to return to the Demon Sect.
He had lost all his internal energy, and although he could use his fists and feet to resist, it would take him forever to escape from this vast outer world without the support of internal energy.
While they were thinking, the two had already arrived at Fu Chengyun's bedroom.
The sensor light turns on, and every detail of the room is clearly visible.
Ning Che stared at the big bed in a daze.
Fu Chengyun looked over and saw a gleam in his beautiful almond-shaped eyes, filled with uncontrollable envy.
He couldn't help but be curious. Other little Os, when they slept with him, were always shy and reluctant. But this guy's face was full of love and desire!
How poor is this? Never had a good car, never slept in a good bed, and always trembling with fear.
He once again confirmed his thoughts that he must have been arranged by the company to have sex because he was too short of money.
Fu Chengyun also suffered a lot alone, so he couldn't help but feel pity.
"Like it? Try lying down?"
Ning Che looked at him suspiciously and raised his eyebrows.
Fu Chengyun perfectly understood the spirit.
He took off his coat and crawled under the covers. He reached out and patted the other side and said, "I tried it, it's not poisonous."
The bloody battle had already exhausted him, and coupled with the vulnerable period and constant vigilance, Ning Che was already exhausted. When he heard the word "no poison", the last tense nerve instantly relaxed.
Finally, he said, "The medicine man will sleep with you." Then he fell headfirst into the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Fu Chengyun: ...Is this the kind of sleeping companionship?
The deliberately released scent of cedar enveloped Ning Che again, alleviating his discomfort. He hummed comfortably and fell into a deeper sleep.
It was late at night, and the only sounds were the occasional chirping of birds outside the window. The only sounds left in the room were the sounds of two breaths.
One is heavy, the other is light.
Fu Chengyun turned on the bedside lamp, and the dim light shone on Ning Che's profile, adding a layer of softness to her sharp beauty.
He said to himself: "She is quite pretty. It would be nice to keep her around as a vase."
He took out his cell phone, sent a message, and then looked at Ning Che's face.
There was a "click" sound, and Ning Che frowned.
Fu Chengyun put away his phone, used Ning Che as a human pillow, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The shutter sound awakened some of Ning Che's memories. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, as if he was trapped in a heavy dream.
The Demon Lord was seriously ill, and he and Xu Jia, as the Demon Lord's right-hand men, served him day and night without taking off their clothes.
Under their careful care, the Lord finally stopped breathing.
The moment the Lord breathed his last, the two men kneeling on either side of the bed slammed the table and stood up.
In an instant, the courtyard was filled with screams of killing and blood flowed like a river.
Ning Che accumulated internal energy on the blade of the sword. As long as it touched Xu Jia's body, the internal energy carrying more than ten years of hatred would definitely take his life.
The two men swung their swords at each other without mercy.
The other person's figure was reflected in his scarlet eyes, and he wished he could pull out the other person's tendons and skin him alive.
Ning Che leaped up from the ground. With a gust of wind in his palm, he caught Xu Jia off guard and threw him to the ground. Without giving him a chance to react, the sharp sword in his hand plunged into his chest.
"Oh! He's finally dead!"
He stood up and stared at the corpse he had hated for more than ten years, with mixed feelings.
The old man who had tortured them for more than a decade was dead, and he was only half relieved. He felt the other half complete after he personally killed Xu Jia.
A sense of exhilaration that I hadn't felt in over a decade suddenly filled my chest.
He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. The cold moonlight shining on that pretty face made her look even more charming.
The servant ran to Ning Che, secretly looked up and saw the sinister smile of the new master, and couldn't help but tremble.
He fell to his knees with a thud and said tremblingly:
"Congratulations, my lord."
More than a decade of decisive killing had finally landed him in this position, and Ning Che had long been accustomed to his subordinates' fear. He slowly sat down on a bench, leaning against the tree trunk, and motioned for the person to report.
Although he was more skilled, Xu Jia was no pushover. He had no choice but to use up all his internal energy to kill Xu Jia, and at this point, he was at the end of his strength.
Ning Che leaned back against a big tree, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his pale face could not hide the joy on his face.
The servant kneeling in front of him was still reporting something, but he couldn't hear a word he said.
If the servant dared to look up again, he would have discovered that the Lord's smile was not as cruel as usual, but rather a gentle and relaxed one.
Ning Che looked back at the magnificent hall, the gilded tiles sparkling in the moonlight.
Xu Jia's men were either killed or surrendered, and this huge demon cult was now in his hands.
The sounds of whipping, screams, and the young men's flattery while enduring pain that often echoed in the hall are still ringing in my ears.
But it no longer caused him the slightest fear.
He finally sat in this position, finally no longer had to be inferior to others, finally did not have to read people's expressions, and finally could breathe freely.
From now on, he will become the new leader of the Demon Cult.
Ning Che suddenly felt more cheerful and wanted to show some kindness. "Let's leave their bodies intact and bury them together in the back mountain."
The servant asked, "There is an open space on the hillside behind the mountain. The scenery is nice. But there is an empty grave. If you want to bury someone..."
"Pah!"
Ning Che raised his arm, slapping the servant from the air, causing him to stumble. He angrily said, "Who do they think they are? How dare they stand shoulder to shoulder with that empty tomb!"
"Yes, yes. I know I was wrong." The servant didn't even dare to raise his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He added tremblingly, "I buried those two at the foot of the mountain."
The tomb on the mountainside has been empty for more than a decade, with no name or tombstone. Although no one has come to pay homage to it for many years, it is inexplicably repaired every year around the Qingming Festival.
The servant lowered his head, his eyes darting around. He was very good at guessing his master's thoughts and asked flatteringly, "Master, would you like to erect a monument for Senior Wuming?"
"Well, write about Grandpa Li's tomb."
Ning Che was extremely tired, but seeing that the boy was quite sensible, he didn't bother with it anymore. After giving him a few instructions, he lay down on the bench under the tree, closing his eyes contentedly and regulating his breathing.
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