Chapter 121 A night of rain in the mountains left a damp, warm substance on the ground...
As the summer heat subsided, rain fell in the Wuxiang Abyss that night.
The rain was piercing and persistent, howling down from the sky along with withered branches and fallen leaves, its desolate pattering sound lingering as if trying to cover something up.
The rustling sounds within the Demon Palace continued incessantly. Lou Yan formed a seal, preventing anyone from approaching.
Therefore, no one knows what happened that night.
Heng Qichun woke up first.
He shifted, rolled off Lou Yan's body, and his bare skin trembled again as it touched the cold ground.
He bit his lip hard to suppress the muffled groan in his throat, making sure he hadn't woken the sleeping wolf.
wolf cubs...
I don't even know to go to bed.
The sky outside was extremely gloomy, and the rain was still falling. The howling wind swirled the rainwater back and forth in the valley, making a chilling sound.
After this rain, the weather should get cooler.
Heng abandoned his spring thoughts.
He knelt up, supporting himself on the ground, and reached out to grab his clothes that were scattered on the floor.
He stretched his arms as far as he could, but soon exhaled as if his strength had been depleted.
I can't reach it, and my body is in so much pain.
My limbs felt as if they had been crushed by something; the slightest exertion caused the muscles in my forearms to tremble. The heat within my dantian had not yet dissipated; with just a slight movement, something warm and wet seeped into the ground.
Heng Qichun belatedly realized that her cheeks were burning red.
Ignoring the pain, he used both hands to climb back up his clothes. The fabric was damp, but thankfully it wasn't torn.
It's still wearable.
Heng Qichun carefully dressed himself, tying his belts neatly one by one. Only after doing all this did he glance at Lou Yan, who was still fast asleep.
The wolf cub lay on its back on the ground, its face still flushed, its eyes tightly closed, and its breathing long and even.
His red robe was completely open, with his tangled braids falling to one side, revealing the boy's strong chest.
It must be the nature of wolves, because he didn't feel uncomfortable sleeping on the ground.
Heng Qichun stared at the several conspicuous bite marks on that patch of skin, then awkwardly looked away.
It seems that his divine bones were detached, and he was never able to control himself in front of Lou Yan.
When people say "lover," that's roughly what it means.
Heng Qichun raised his hand and silently cast a healing spell, intending to remove the ambiguous bite marks on their bodies.
The almost transparent, watery spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips. Heng Qichun first frowned, then, for the first time in his life, leaned in and smelled it.
It has no taste.
In fact, ever since this life began, he has always been able to smell the fragrance of lotus flowers.
Heng Qichun lowered his eyes to look at his pale fingertips, his eyebrows twitched, and then he abruptly let his hand fall down.
Even though I knew this day would come, the divine grace that had accompanied me for thousands of years was now gone, and I still felt somewhat dazed.
Heng Qichun did not hesitate for long. He sat there for a while until the soreness in his body subsided a little before slowly getting up and standing up.
It was only at this stop that he realized his legs were shaking violently. He exhaled softly and felt something slippery seep into a small patch of his robe.
He never knew to clean up, and even when he shielded Lou Yan from the lightning tribulation the first time, he was carrying something with him.
The burning shame made him feel hot all over. Heng Qichun walked barefoot, his bare toes touching the cold ground, and then slowly moved to Lou Yan's side.
Overcome with intense discomfort, he bent down, picked up Lou Yan's outer robe that was lying to the side, and with a "whoosh," covered the wolf cub's face with it.
The rain drizzled for several hours without showing any sign of stopping.
The wind and rain raged, completely enveloping the cursed temple, leaving no trace of a person and no sound of human voice.
Lou Yan had actually been awake for a while, but she just didn't want to open her eyes.
Last night, Heng Qichun took the initiative to sit on him, and the two of them pressed tightly together, passing several hours in the midst of the wind and rain.
It wasn't until Heng Qichun couldn't take it anymore and begged for mercy, becoming delirious and barking incoherently like "little wolf" and "little dog," that the rain finally broke through the clouds and continued to fall for a long time.
After that, they fell asleep in each other's arms, each sharing a tender dream.
He feared that the moment he opened his eyes, he would have to face those difficult and unbearable issues again.
But the sound of Heng Qichun touching his clothes reached his ears. He was covered by the clothes thrown by his master, followed by the sound of the palace doors opening and closing.
"Master!"
Lou Yan sat up in alarm, and as he caught a glimpse of the palace door closing in the corner of his eye, a layer of cold sweat crept up his forehead.
He finally remembered the chaotic dream he had just had—two hundred years after the gods and demons perished together, he drifted in the underworld as a remnant soul, while Heng Qichun—using the remaining divine power to gather a vague form, traveled across the nine provinces, and gathered his scattered remnant soul strand by strand.
Thus, the dream created by the lacquer garden butterfly came about.
Lou Yan got up, and in an instant, his body transformed into a little wild wolf. He ran to the door in a few steps, then used his nose to pry open the crack in the door and squeezed out through the only gap.
Heng Qichun was standing under the corridor.
The rain seemed to have lessened somewhat, and the fine raindrops were stirred up by the wind, forming a tangled curtain of rain.
Amidst the wind and rain, the hem of Heng Qichun's robe, which had fallen to the ground, was lifted, revealing his pale yet beautiful face amidst the white clothes and white hair.
Lou Yan rarely had the chance to gaze at him for such a long time.
Heng Qichun seemed not to notice Lou Yan.
For a long time, his gaze remained fixed on the rain curtain falling from the eaves. His eyes still shone with a sharp compassion for all living beings. Even when looking at the rain, one could glimpse the lonely forbearance he had seen when the land was about to fall.
He was worried about the common people.
Heng Qichun said, "I would rather abandon the world than abandon you."
But did he abandon the world?
Lou Yan shook his head and chuckled.
He is the god who loves all people the most.
Despite being dissected and reincarnated, dying and being reborn, he was caught in the web of human desires and emotions, yet he always stood in the way of the common people.
Why comfort me?
Lou Yanxiang.
The wolf cub stood there watching him for a moment, the fur on its tail hanging down to the ground, getting wet from the rainwater that splattered in from under the eaves.
He twitched his tail, silently chanted a spell, and in the blink of an eye, demonic energy surged forth. When he looked again, he had transformed back into the agile young man.
Footsteps sounded, and he smiled obediently at Heng Qichun's gaze, "Master, would you like to take a bath?"
Heng Qichun immediately felt his burning lower abdomen throb twice.
He caught a glimpse of water droplets clinging to Lou Yan's hair, and a fleeting, unpleasant thought crossed his mind. He immediately averted his gaze and said dryly, "No need..."
Lou Yan followed Heng Qichun's gaze.
The tangled rain swirled and danced in the wind, the moisture hitting people's faces and bringing an unexpected coolness as the summer heat subsided.
At noon, the sky was just beginning to brighten.
Another day has passed.
It was just an ordinary day in the Abyss of No Form.
"I have already sent word to the tiger demon, asking him to release the people in the dungeon," Lou Yan suddenly spoke, slowly adding, "but seventeen cultivators have died, most of them killed by their sect leaders themselves."
As soon as he finished speaking, Heng Qichun's profile seemed to pause for a moment.
Lou Yan saw him turn to the side and scrutinize him again with his clear, bright eyes.
“I didn’t finish what I was saying yesterday,” Heng Qichun said. “If you want me to take you, then don’t try to commit any more murders.”
Lou Yan's eyes suddenly reddened.
He clenched his teeth tightly, and with great effort, he could barely hear the words he uttered: "All righteous people are hypocrites, and everyone is afraid of death. Those junior disciples who recognized a villain as their master deserve it."
"I killed you once too. Don't you also think I'm a hypocrite?"
Lou Yan's eyes widened in shock.
"Or do you think you deserved it?"
Lou Yan pursed his lips tightly, his chest heaving violently as his emotions surged.
He dared not say that he had truly believed Heng Qichun to be a hypocrite, nor did he dare say that he genuinely felt he deserved to die.
But what did he do wrong?
Lou Yan exhaled, his chest immediately deflated, and a void instantly filled his heart.
“Master shouldn’t have abandoned his divine bones,” he suddenly said. “If you were a god, you would still have the confidence to fight me, but now you are a mortal. Even if I wanted to kill someone, what could you do about it?”
silence.
A string of raindrops fell from Liancheng, followed by Heng Qichun waving to him.
Lou Yan hesitated for a moment, then quickly walked towards him.
“I really can’t do anything.” Heng Qichun raised her hand, her fingertip lingering for a moment on the beauty mark at the corner of his eye, and said, “Because I said I wouldn’t abandon you.”
"Little wolf, your master will not abandon you."
After repeating this sentence twice, tears streamed down Lou Yan's face.
He was a wolf, strong-willed by nature, and had never shed a tear in front of Heng Qichun except when he pretended to be weak and pitiful.
Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, lingered on her chin, and then rushed down her neck.
It was so hot that he flinched.
"You're hopeless." Heng Qichun scolded him, "I always keep my word. If I said I wanted you, then I wanted you."
"From now on, you are not allowed to use human lives to seduce me, and you are not allowed to test my will again."
There was no response; the wolf cub was crying its heart out.
Heng Qichun reached out and grabbed his chin again, scrutinizing the tear-streaked face before him, and frowned slightly in displeasure, "Tsk..."
Lou Yan nodded repeatedly, his chin tapping against Heng Qichun's palm like a drumbeat.
“I heard it,” he said sullenly.
The little wolf is easily deceived and coaxed; he's always so obedient in these situations.
Heng Qichun quietly observed him, and only after Lou Yan had cried enough did he turn his palm over and wipe the tears on the little wolf's cheeks with the back of his hand.
He appeared calm, showing no sign of knowing Lou Yan's fury after the murder. He simply instructed, "Go back and tidy yourself up. You are, after all, the Demon Lord of the Nine Netherworld Realm. What kind of person would you be, crying like this?"
Lou Yan rubbed her hands together, sniffling, and then nodded haphazardly in agreement.
When he finally calmed down, he found Heng Qichun looking at him gently and then kissing the corner of his eye.
Her slightly cool lips kissed the tears at the corner of his eyes, then slowly climbed up to his lips.
They shared a long, tender kiss in the rain one day.
After the kiss, Heng Qichun patted Lou Yan's shoulder and said, "Let's go back."
Lou Yan opened his eyes and saw Heng Qichun about to step down the stairs.
A wave of panic washed over him. Lou Yan stood on the veranda, too afraid to move, and cried out pitifully to Heng Qichun, "Master..."
“I’m going to see your senior master,” Heng Qichun said.
Lou Yan did not stop him further, but simply watched as Heng Qichun walked into the rain.
He had lost all his divine power and didn't even use a rain-avoidance talisman.
Lou Yan was left alone and helpless in the corridor.
His promise to his master made him dare not take another step forward, and at this moment, some vague premonitions pierced his heart.
He knew.
The one who was at his wit's end was not Heng Qichun, but himself, who had become a disgrace to the gods.
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Author's Note: [Dog head carrying a rose][Dog head carrying a rose][Dog head carrying a rose]
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