Chapter 91 Little Wolf's Thoughts After you fall asleep tonight, I will…
The next day it was sunny.
As the snow melted, drops of ice and snow dripped from the eaves, splashing everywhere with a "drip-drip" sound, engulfing the entire sect.
The endless branches and leaves of the tree intertwined, and somehow, the leaves were covered with dew.
Moisture filled the air, and the chill of winter faded away.
After days of heavy snow, the long-suffering human world finally showed signs of life and the arrival of spring.
Heng Qichun woke up around noon.
He is used to getting up early every day to meditate, and rarely sleeps until this time.
When I woke up, I felt completely dazed. I sat blankly against the headboard, my clear eyes swollen with sleepiness. My eyes slowly regained their sparkle as I blinked, and then I looked around blankly.
The candle on the table had long since burned out, and the bed curtains were inexplicably half-drawn, gently fluttering in the breeze seeping in through the window, attempting to obscure his view.
With the help of that slightly cool and thin breeze, he finally regained a bit of his clarity.
—This is the 1,500 years he was left behind in the human world by the gods.
Perhaps because the matter of the anglerfish was over, the cultivator finally found a moment of peace amidst the bloodshed and chaos. He was so dazed that he almost couldn't tell which day of his thousand years of monotonous existence it was.
Heng Qichun let out a soft breath and was about to get up when he felt a furry thing stick to his calf.
Somehow, her panties had slid down to her knees, and her bare calves were pressed against that patch of hair, making every inch of exposed skin itch unbearably.
It was the wolf fur that he knew all too well, the fur that Lou Yan disliked.
Heng Qichun froze.
He didn't dare lift the blanket, but from the long, heavy breathing beside his legs, he knew that Lou Yan was sleeping soundly with his legs wrapped around his.
A sudden burst of clarity exploded in my mind.
If he had just woken up from a deep sleep in a daze, he was now fully awake.
I was so clear-headed that I could remember everything that happened last night.
Having been on the move for several days without touching a bed, even a god would get tired. After seeing Lou Yan off, he took off his clothes and lay down.
Thinking of the wolf cub's sullen expression when it was kicked out, a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips. He thought that maybe next time he could allow the little wolf to sleep with him. His thoughts drifted away, and he closed his eyes.
At first, he didn't sleep soundly; he could even faintly hear Lou Yan and the Pixiu cub talking outside.
And while he was asleep, he heard that sudden, labored breathing coming from beside his bed...
Lou Yan was someone he had raised, and even a gasp from a startled child couldn't escape his ears. He recognized almost immediately that the one in heat by his bedside was the very child he had raised.
It was as if a tangled mass of threads had inexplicably enveloped him.
He didn't have time to sort out his chaotic thoughts; he just couldn't help wondering: when did the little wolf's attitude towards him suddenly change?
Heng Qichun paused for a moment. It seemed like just yesterday.
When Lou Yan's consciousness was absorbed into the memory bead, he was actually searching for him on Hezi Island.
When he heard the strange noise, he had no choice but to hide himself. He watched as Lou Yan stayed inside the memory bead for less than a quarter of an hour, and when he came out, he seemed like a completely different person.
Although he still impulsively cursed Xu Shengzi as an "old Taoist priest" as before, in the repeated emphasis on "my master" when speaking to Xu Shengzi, he had completely lost the inexplicable ruthlessness and extremism he had shown before.
Heng Qichun was in a state of extreme confusion at the time, unsure whether he should reveal himself or not. The next moment, he realized that Lou Yan wanted to return to the Eighteen Realms.
He had no choice but to rush back on his sword a step ahead of him. The Snow Blade Wind Blade was so sharp that he was covered in small, scattered wounds, which startled the Pixiu cub hiding in the Divine Firmament Palace.
so……
What exactly is inside that memory bead?
Heng Qichun felt that he had found the "root cause" of the problem.
A faint scent of grass and trees wafted in the wind, causing the gauze bed curtains to flutter.
Heng Qichun gathered up the rumpled bed curtains and hung up all the gauze curtains that were about to fall. As soon as he moved his leg, he noticed the wolf cub wriggling restlessly in the bedding.
Heng Qichun stood there, not daring to move his body below the waist. He quietly withdrew his hand and gently lifted the blanket covering him.
A cool breeze blew across Lou Yan's fur, causing the slightly curly wolf fur to sway in the wind and making the little wolf whimper.
He rubbed against Heng Qichun's leg, seemingly feeling cold. He moved slightly and then curled up his tail to cover the newly grown downy hair on his forehead.
It's still a wolf cub...
Heng Qichun reached out and pinched his tail, then suddenly straightened up and squinted at Lou Yan intently.
He knew that Lou Yan never liked to carry heavy packages when she went out, and she would put her few odds and ends in her personal storage bag.
The storage bags of cultivators rely on spiritual power to maintain their power. Lou Yan's cultivation level is still shallow, so the space in his storage bag is not very large. He puts things in that can fit them in, and doesn't bother with it if he can't fit them in.
But he saw with his own eyes Lou Yan grab Xu Shengzi by the neck and demand the memory bead from him, and at this moment the bead must be in his storage bag.
Heng Qichun hadn't decided whether to search his little apprentice's storage bag yet, but a spirit-detecting spell had already formed at his fingertips.
Etiquette told him that it was wrong to snoop on his disciple's private belongings, but selfishly, he could also interpret this action as concern for Lou Yan.
Who knows if he was misled and saw something unclean in the memory bead?
Thinking of this, Heng Qichun had no intention of delaying any longer. He maintained the Spirit Detection Technique unchanged with one hand, and the spiritual power at his fingertips accumulated more and more.
Just as the aquamarine spiritual pattern was about to reach Lou Yan's body, the wolf cub beside his legs suddenly reacted.
Heng Qichun didn't even see how Lou Yan sprang up from the bed before Lou Yan pounced on his chest, accompanied by a deafening "Awooo" sound.
The wolf's claws were sharp, and his subconscious reaction prevented him from retracting his sharp fingertips. In one swift motion, he tore open the thin layer of clothing covering Heng Qichun's chest, leaving three long scratch marks on his skin.
It's that same patch of skin again, the skin that's always restless.
Caught off guard, Heng Qichun was tackled to the headboard by the little wolf's force, and the spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips instantly dissipated.
He winced in pain, letting out a soft, instinctive groan, and hurriedly reached up to cover his clothes.
"Go down," Heng Qichun said.
Lou Yan snapped out of his daze. After realizing what he had done, he shuddered and hurriedly tried to get off Heng Qichun. In his panic, his wolf claws pressed against his master's chest again, causing the man to wince in pain.
Lou Yan retreated to the bed, straddling Heng Qichun's legs, her two front paws clasped together, her tail still moving restlessly, occasionally rubbing against Lou Yan's legs.
He barely slept all night. After doing that, he stood by Heng Qichun's bedside in a daze, frantically judging his own heart.
By the time the tangled threads had been untangled a bit, it was almost dawn outside.
Lou Yan, fearing that Heng Qichun would wake up, panicked and transformed into a wolf again, ending up on Heng Qichun's bed.
Anyway, he's already figured it out.
He wanted to stick to Heng Qichun for the rest of his life, as long as he could, and even if it annoyed his master to death, it would be a way of avenging their mutual destruction in their past life.
To everyone's surprise, Heng Qichun was not woken up by him, and he fell asleep as soon as his legs touched the ground.
He slept soundly without a dream until the familiar spirit-detecting technique in Heng Qichun's hand struck his body. Only then did his body react first, rushing out to scratch Heng Qichun.
Lou Yan lay there quietly, but his heart was a thousand times more panicked than he appeared.
Although he didn't know what Heng Qichun was doing with the Spirit Detection Technique, the ghostly energy hidden by the Demon Concealing Pearl in his body roared and surged the moment he touched it, almost revealing a flaw.
What to do... His body has actually begun to reject Heng Qichun's spiritual power.
Lou Yan found the situation increasingly troublesome and was lost in thought for a while. Then he heard Heng Qichun leaning against the headboard and looking down at him, saying, "How long has it been since you cut your nails?"
Lou Yan's scattered thoughts were pulled back.
He tilted his head and let out a soft "Aww~", which meant he was thinking.
It seems like...it hasn't been that long, has it?
When he was human, he still took good care of his appearance, but the wolf's claws were sharp, and the force with which he pounced was so great that even if he had clipped his nails, he would still have been scratched.
Heng Qichun was too lazy to wait for the wolf cub to come up with an answer. He raised his hand and tapped the bed with his index finger, which was bent backwards. Although there was no sound, it was full of authority. "Bring the scissors."
Lou Yan stiffened and retreated several steps as if facing a formidable enemy.
When he was a child, Heng Qichun always complained that he had torn his clothes, and would often grab his hands and cut his nails without warning.
Lou Yan hated that feeling. His claws were immobilized, and the scissors were rubbing against his school, making him feel like he was about to die.
Lou Yan pondered whether he should run away first.
“Either recite the Returning to Origin Mantra, or go get the scissors.” But Heng Qichun said, “You choose one.”
Reciting the Return to Origin Mantra... doesn't that mean turning yourself back into a human?
He doesn't want to!
He hadn't figured out how to face Heng Qichun yet.
After all, he blushes whenever he sees Heng Qichun, wants to pounce on him and lick his lips whenever he hears Heng Qichun speak, and can't help but stand up when Heng Qichun touches his head.
So the wolf cub gave up resisting, nimbly jumped off the bed, and took the scissors out of the drawer.
In the cultivation world, people are empowered by immortal techniques when doing things, and Heng Qichun, with his profound Taoist skills, almost never needs to use mundane items like scissors.
The scissors are most often used to trim Lou Yan's nails or to trim his unruly wolf fur.
Lou Yan didn't struggle and jumped into Heng Qichun's arms, letting his master trim his sharp nails despite the three scratches on his chest.
The claws seemed to have become bald, and Lou Yan couldn't help but grit his teeth inwardly again.
Don't think you can do whatever you want to me just because I haven't taken revenge. Once you're asleep tonight, I'll...
Heng Qichun seemed to understand what he was thinking. He released Lou Yan, piled up all the nail clippings and threw them away. As he turned around, he flicked Lou Yan's head with his finger, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "Go back to your own room tonight."
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