Chapter 96 My dancing shadows are chaotic, it's like a towering bamboo shoot! ...
What's this called...?
This is certainly not a heinous crime, nor does it resemble insubordination, and it is not even entirely a betrayal of one's teacher and ancestors.
Heng Qichun's thoughts were in complete disarray. He tried his best to think and answer Lou Yan's question, but all he could see was a blur of black and white, and he couldn't see anything clearly at all.
Until a sharp pain came.
Heng Qichun grunted, feeling the wolf cub's teeth creeping up his forearm.
The early spring weather still carried a hint of coolness, and the thin layer of sweat on Heng Qichun's shoulders, back, and chest disappeared, replaced by a dense patch of small bumps.
He jolted violently, instinctively reaching out to push it away, but as his fingertips twitched, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
The lingering smell of alcohol had mostly dissipated, and he was finally able to see the scene before him with barely any clarity. He blinked his misty eyes and looked down—
The wolf cub was no longer kneeling obediently in front of his bed. He leaned towards the bed, pressing his knees tightly against the mattress in front of Heng Qichun, pushing Heng Qichun's undergarments off the bed.
On the large bed, only two vibrant young men remained, tightly entwined together.
Lou Yan's kisses became more intense. Not content with biting Heng Qichun's neck, she kissed her way up his chin and easily bit his lips.
It is different from Huatan Town, and also different from Sixiang Mountain and Nüqi Mountain.
They are not in any illusion, regardless of the discrepancy in their identities or the loss of their memories.
They truly existed on this bed, skin to skin, lips to lips, pressing against each other.
—The master and disciple are on different paths, one that is divine and the other demonic.
Heng Qichun could only deceive himself by using the word "drunk".
He must have drunk too much, otherwise how could he have been pinned down on this bed by his own apprentice, who even seemed eager for him to kiss him more deeply?
Unable to push him away, Heng Qichun could only try his best to stick his tongue out backward, attempting to avoid Lou Yan's rapid and intense kisses.
He moved slightly, and a faint taste of blood escaped from his mouth.
Heng Qichun had nowhere to escape.
Lou Yan looked down at him. They were too close, and all he could see was Heng Qichun's bloodshot eyes, the corners of which were wet and red, filled with desire.
He rubbed his canines against Heng Qichun's tongue, swallowing the faint taste of blood, then chuckled and asked indistinctly, "Master, I want to bite you every day, to pin you down, to do the most intimate things with you like an adult wolf of our wolf clan..."
"Please tell me, Master, what is this called?"
Heng Qichun's cheeks flushed red, and he was already having difficulty breathing from the kiss. His chest heaved violently, and a faint gasp struggled to escape from his mouth.
"Who knows you..." He suddenly craned his neck, mumbling under Lou Yan's swollen jaw, "You're probably sick!"
The kiss slowed down slightly at this point.
Lou Yan finally let go of his master's tongue, chuckled, sat up straight, and let Heng Qichun take two steps back and wipe the saliva left on the corner of his lips.
Whether it was outrageous or disloyal, he never used his spiritual power to restrain Lou Yan.
Lou Yan raised his hand and touched his chin, his fingers curling up from the slippery saliva. The unfamiliar touch sent a surge of heat through his lower abdomen.
Two lifetimes apart, so this is what it feels like to be close to Heng Qichun.
return……
It's quite irresistible.
Lou Yan let out a soft breath and looked at Heng Qichun on the bed again.
His master was completely naked, his fair skin exposed on the sun-drenched bed, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were stained with saliva that he could not wipe away, glistening and bright, almost demonic.
He knelt on the bed, supporting himself with one hand, his back slightly hunched, and the angle between his legs was just right so that Lou Yan could look into that corner.
That is...
Lou Yan's brow twitched, but this time he didn't flinch. He felt an equally burning desire within him, then crawled two steps to Heng Qichun's side and tilted his head to look at him.
"Master..." He reached out and touched him, pointing there and asking, "What's this called?"
Heng Qichun felt ashamed and embarrassed.
Having cultivated for over a thousand years, he had never been touched like this before, yet he was at a loss as to how to respond and conduct himself in this situation.
The room fell silent for a moment, with only some faint sounds rising up unexpectedly amidst the sound of water.
"Uh...ah..."
Little did they know that such a sound was a trigger for Lou Yan.
The wolf cub's eyes had long since turned red. One hand was on Heng Qichun's body and it refused to let go, while the other hand suddenly reached for its own clothes.
"Hiss—" The fabric was easily torn open, revealing the boy's strong chest and abdomen and a belt that was about to fall off.
Lou Yan let out a pant and simply ripped off the belt as well. Something dangled in front of her eyes, and then something that could draw Heng Qichun's entire gaze blatantly peeked out.
All of Heng Qichun's attempts to resist froze at this moment. His arms were almost powerless, yet he still managed to support himself, swaying precariously as he bent over and looked up, staring at Lou Yan—
How could this be...?
A few years ago, when he climbed into his bed naked, he was a very handsome young man.
How did he grow up to be like this in such a short time?
That was like a towering bamboo shoot!
Even Lou Yan herself didn't know that.
In recent days, the ghostly energy accumulated in his body has been increasing, and the demonic bone that had already been activated has gradually grown. Although it was covered by the Demon-Concealing Pearl, his figure has become more and more mature as the demonic bone grows.
He will soon become a mature wolf.
Master's reaction seemed a bit too strong. All the dark desires in Lou Yan's body were aroused by his expression at this moment. He leaned forward again, standing straight in front of Heng Qichun, almost poking his chest.
For a moment, he almost wanted to do all the things he hadn't accomplished in his previous life, but Heng Qichun was too terrified and helpless, so he decided not to rush. He shamelessly leaned closer and asked with a sinister smile, "Please enlighten me, Master. I am hot and swollen, wet and cold right now, and I only want to swallow you whole. What is this called?"
Heng Qichun is about to be driven to the brink of despair.
His arms could no longer support him, his body went limp, and just as he was about to fall, Lou Yan gently supported his shoulders and then gently placed him on the bed.
The back of her neck rested against the soft pillow on the couch, yet the warmth of Lou Yan's fingers still lingered between her ears and temples.
Heng Qichun felt that what he had drunk at the Oath of Immortals was probably a cup of poison, which invaded people's minds, disturbed their thoughts, and devoured their souls.
The sounds of the old year relentlessly echoed in his ears.
His master warned him: Gods cannot love people.
His senior brother punished him with a ruler, telling him to "remember his place."
He knew he was the last god in the world, but the few remaining divine bones in his body could no longer support his ruthless nature.
Heng Qichun closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the entanglement and pain gradually dissipated. His wet eyes were clear as water, like a pool of warm spring water after the ice has melted away.
He raised his hand and laboriously touched Lou Yan's cheek, feeling the youthful passion and emotion emanating from the little wolf.
He said, "That's called...liking."
Lou felt a heavy breathing sensation.
He looked down at the person beneath him, his cheek still pressed tightly against Heng Qichun's fingertips, blushing slightly from the coolness of the fingertips.
He suddenly remembered his previous life.
He suffered for three years in the rooftop pond, his skin and flesh were bitten off bit by bit by the fish, and then grew back inch by inch.
The hatred of having his master personally pierce the demon wolf's tail, along with the physical pain, tormented him constantly. His resentment gradually crushed him, like the young girl Tan Qiqi in Huatan Town, giving birth to the demonic bone within him that he could have kept hidden from the world.
He crawled out of the Heavenly Pool with such hatred, was lifted up by countless demons, and then fell into the demonic path, becoming the ruler of the Nine Netherworld.
With such hatred, he slaughtered the entire immortal sect, personally killing his fellow disciples and senior master, and was just one step away from holding the sharp blade in his hand to Heng Qichun's neck.
However, Heng Qichun abducted his original body on that day, dispersed his cultivation, and ultimately perished together with him.
Since his rebirth, he has hated Heng Qichun every single day, and he has never wanted to bite through Heng Qichun's neck, yet he has also never wanted to lick and bite him, just as he is now, trapping him beneath him.
Lou Yan thought of Wei Xiuzhu, who would become exceptionally obsessive and perverse in front of Fu Yusheng.
So this thing really is called "liking".
Even though he had some suspicions, when he actually heard Heng Qichun say those two words, his heart, which had been tormented and adrift for years, seemed to find peace for a moment.
It was as if Heng Qichun was responding to him personally.
"So this is what liking someone means..." Lou Yan grasped the hand that Heng Qichun was using to touch her face, and rubbed her head against his palm several times.
Only when a faint lotus fragrance filled his nostrils did he awaken as if from a dream, raise his head, look at Heng Qichun with his bright, dark eyes, and then lean down to gently peck at the corners of his mouth.
In his almost obsessive yet cautious movements, Heng Qichun heard Lou Yan say to him, "In that case, I will give you the instructions that Master wants."
Heng Qichun's mind went blank for a moment, as if a string had snapped at the sound of those words.
So that's what he was talking about.
So that's what he wanted to say to me.
Lou Yan gazed intently at him, a strange smile playing on his fervent eyes. He gave Heng Qichun the explanation he wanted, word by word, saying, "I love Master."
Heng Qichun's heart skipped a beat.
It was already dark outside, and a layer of dark clouds quietly gathered in the distance. A few raindrops fell sporadically, dripping onto the endless trees, and the bamboo shoots grew taller and longer, one section at a time.
The damp, fishy smell of rain seeped in through the cracks in the window, instantly soaking the gauze curtains by the window and also sobering Heng Qichun up from his drunken stupor.
As the little wolf reached down and, after a moment of caressing, tried to explore his body with his fingers, Heng Qichun tensed up and, without thinking, kicked Lou Yan in the chest.
"Get off the bed." Heng Qichun shoved the man off the bed and said fiercely, "You still remember I'm your master? Who allowed you to dress like this and come to my bed!"
"Ouch—"
Lou Yan took a solid kick, and the burning sensation was temporarily relieved by the pain. He groaned, clutching his buttocks, but before he could speak, he heard his master say again—
"And another thing." Heng Qichun sat up, looking down at him with annoyance, "Who allowed you to do that kind of thing in front of your teacher's bed!"
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