Chapter 120: He didn't abandon you; he was raised by Heng Qichun.
As the Observation Imprint dissipated, the images in the dungeon vanished, and the rampant demonic energy was drawn back into the body.
Lou Yan mustered up her courage to say those words, then lowered her eyes and remained silent.
A few days ago, he used the baby shark and the Bifang bird as leverage to force Heng Qichun to stay in Wuxiangyuan as a "private possession".
Now, he wants to gamble with the "six realms of sentient beings" in the dungeon, begging his master not to abandon him.
Lou Yan's raised arm gradually went numb, and for a long time, all she could hear was the sound of her own violent and disordered heartbeat.
thump thump...
thump thump...
He almost dared not think about what he could do if Heng Qichun refused to yield to his threats or agree to his demands...
Should we perish together with him again, like last time?
The moment this thought crossed Lou Yan's mind, he felt like he was suffocating. Just as he was about to look up, he suddenly heard a very soft sigh coming from above.
"well……"
Heng Qichun sighed helplessly.
His fingertips seemed to be groping for something, making a crisp, metallic sound.
Lou Yan closed his eyes, thinking to himself, "It's over."
Since Heng Qichun was willing to come to Wuxiangyuan to see him, he must have known that they lived this life because of the dream created by the Butterfly of Qiyuan. Now that the butterfly has died and the dream has been extinguished, they have returned to their previous life that was reversed.
Now that Heng Qichun knows all the sins he has committed, will he still want him?
The next moment, he heard Heng Qichun say calmly, "Why let him know so early?"
Then came another somewhat familiar voice, “The Lacquer Garden Butterfly isn’t entirely under my control.”
"Besides, he already knows that your divine bones have been removed. If you don't break the dream, how are you going to explain this to him?"
Lou Yan looked up in shock, her pupils suddenly contracting.
Heng Qichun was not the only one in the hall.
The Pixiu cub sitting on Heng Qichun's lap was excitedly making "whoosh" sounds at Lou Yan. On the other side of the round table sat Que Zhifeng, who was looking down at him with a smile on his lips.
His face remained extremely gloomy, but his complexion was deathly pale, as if he had exhausted his spiritual power by manipulating the Lacquer Garden Butterfly to create a dream.
Lou Yan no longer cared whether he looked pale or not; he only felt a surge of anger rising straight up from his dantian.
He actually knelt down before Heng Qichun in front of Que Zhifeng and Pixiu!
She even... she tied herself up, and Qiu Heng abandoned Chun to take her away!!!
A sense of shame belatedly crept up his spine, and Lou Yan's face flushed red as he struggled to get up from the ground.
The red string on his wrist slipped off an inch, and his knees barely lifted off the ground.
With a "clang".
Heng Qichun grabbed the other end of the red rope with one finger.
The pain of being cut into his flesh made Lou Yan hiss, and he was forced to raise his arm in this position, while looking up with a face full of doubt.
As soon as their eyes met Heng Qichun's gaze, they felt a chill, and a bad premonition suddenly arose, replacing the previous shame.
He couldn't care less about shame at this moment.
Because Heng Qichun had already raised his leg and stepped on Lou Yan's thigh with his toes, grinding Lou Yan's knee, which had been raised two inches, back onto the ground.
"Kneel down," Heng Qichun said.
Lou Yan subconsciously pursed her lips and hurriedly looked away. There was a burst of noise in her ears, but she couldn't tell if it was the Pixiu cub making noise or Que Zhifeng saying something.
He simply knelt obediently on the ground, watching with reluctance as Heng Qichun's feet were removed from his thighs.
There was no way around it; he was raised by Heng Qichun and was born afraid of Heng Qichun.
He can't control it.
Lou Yan lowered her eyes and knelt on the ground, her fingertips carefully hooking the rope, trying to untie it a little in a corner where Heng Qichun couldn't see her.
It's tied too tightly; my hands are going to be ruined.
Heng Qichun's voice quickly interrupted his little actions.
"I didn't say I didn't want you." Heng Qichun looked down at him, her words seemingly capable of pulling someone who had fallen into the abyss up with a single hand.
However, his next line was—"Lou Yan, I would rather abandon the common people than abandon you."
Lou Yan felt as if something exploded in his mind. He looked up sharply and finally saw Heng Qichun's face clearly.
She still had that snow-white white hair, her eyebrows were gentle and her eyes seemed to hold a clear pool of water.
He remained in the posture of embracing the Pixiu, looking down with eyes full of the gentle compassion of a deity.
The lotus fragrance that I could smell when I was close to him had faded.
That was a sign that the divine grace was about to be exhausted.
Lou Yan couldn't help but tear up, her eyelashes trembling rapidly. Then she stretched out her bound hands toward Heng Qichun and crawled with great difficulty to Heng Qichun's side.
"Master..." he heard his own hoarse voice, "Master wants me..."
Heng Qichun laughed, reached out and cupped his head, her delicate fingers running through his hair and gently rubbing it, as if she had returned to the time when the master and disciple first met.
It was a high and mighty deity who coaxed the pitiful wolf into playing the victim.
“Master wants you,” Heng Qichun said.
He caught a glimpse of Lou Yan's relaxed expression, but he quickly straightened up and sat up, handing the squeaking, incomprehensible Pixiu cub to Que Zhifeng.
Then he looked at Lou Yan again and said, "But kneel properly."
Lou Yan's eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't dare to say a word. He quickly used his clumsy hands to support himself on the ground and barely managed to kneel steadily.
When the young apprentice first transformed into human form, he knew nothing. He had no manners in standing or sitting. It was Heng Qichun who personally taught him how to sit, lie down, and walk.
Although he remained unruly, he always looked like a spirited young man whenever he stood there.
Now, he kneels before me with his shoulders shrugged and his head bowed, his expression both eccentric and docile, clearly still that wolf cub.
Heng Qichun was overwhelmed with emotion. He paused for a moment, then got up and squatted down in front of Lou Yan, quietly meeting his gaze.
“You have already seen it,” Heng Qichun said. “In the past, you and I lived together in the dream web woven by the butterflies of the Lacquer Garden.”
“Now that the dream has been shattered, those you slaughtered, your senior master, your fellow disciples, and even me who committed suicide, have all been resurrected because of this dream.”
“The spirit beasts have been resurrected, all plants have revived, and the Nine Provinces have returned to their proper course.”
Lou Yan felt a chill in his heart.
It seems that Heng Qichun knew about these things much earlier than I did.
When will that be?
Lou Yan seemed to realize something, and casually glanced at Que Zhifeng out of the corner of her eye.
Then he successfully earned a glance from the latter.
It's an unspoken understanding.
really.
It was his own descent into the demonic path that led Heng Qichun to go to the underworld after a hundred days of seclusion.
Heng Qichun didn't give him much time to think. Instead, he gently stroked Lou Yan's cheek and asked him, "Little Wolf, do you want to repeat the same mistake as last time, causing the destruction of the Six Realms and the fall of the Nine Provinces?"
Lou Yan didn't want to.
He understood what his master was asking him. His eyes were red, and he sniffed, but he couldn't say anything, so he simply shook his head at Heng Qichun.
Soon, he raised his head again, as if he couldn't remember what Heng Qichun had just said, and used his already numb hands to grasp a small piece of cloth on Heng Qichun's knee.
“I can release them,” Lou Yan said, “but I will not go back with my master.”
With a "snap".
A slap landed on Yan's slightly swollen cheek; it didn't hurt at all, but it was exceptionally loud.
Lou Yan heard a concerned cry from the Pixiu cub and noticed Que Zhifeng's scrutinizing gaze; Lou Yan's cheeks flushed red.
He heard Heng Qichun ask, "What's wrong with you?"
Lou Yan craned his neck and looked up, staring at his master for a long time before finally letting out a laugh.
A tear welled up in his eye. "I don't want to be imprisoned at the bottom of the rooftop pool by Master anymore..."
Heng Qichun was taken aback.
He blurted out, "I won't imprison you at the bottom of the rooftop pool anymore," but when he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say next.
Where is that prisoner?
Is it Tianyin Palace or Shenxiao Palace?
Lou Yan's demonic bones have fully grown, and no matter where he is, he cannot deny the fact that he has fallen into demonic ways.
He said he wanted him, but how could he protect him?
Must I really follow the same path as Elder Hengyang...?
Heng Qichun paused, then moved the fingers that were stroking Lou Yan's hair outwards and used his fingertips to wipe away a single tear that had slid down the corner of the little wolf's eye.
He didn't say anything after that.
Because he gradually realized that things were no longer under his control.
Suddenly, the shadows of the trees outside swayed, casting a small shadow on the closed window.
The abyss was silent, and a chilling aura that seemed to devour one gradually rose within the demon palace.
Que Zhifeng suddenly frowned, as if he had sensed something, and raised his hand to form a spiritual communication seal.
The ghost seal flashed by, and Que Zhifeng withdrew his hand, his gaze sweeping lightly over Lou Yan kneeling on the ground before returning to Heng Qichun.
“I have to go back,” he said.
Knowing that Que Feng was already dead and could not linger in the human world for long, Heng Qichun did not think much of it and simply nodded to him.
"good."
Lou Yan felt that his already pale face had become even paler. Then Que Zhifeng stood up, thought for a moment, and instead of returning the Pixiu cub to Lou Yan, he picked it up by the scruff of its neck, formed a ghost seal in his palm, and vanished in an instant.
The only sound in the silent hall was the frantic cry of the Pixiu cub—"Whoosh!"
Wolf, save me!
The wolf can't save it now.
“It’s fine to let him take it away.” Heng Qichun interrupted Lou Yan’s attempt to stop him. Without getting up, he remained half-squatting in place, looking down at him with a calm and even tone. “After all, you don’t plan to come back with me, so I have no choice but to stay here with you.”
Lou Yan's raised eyes suddenly lit up for a moment, staring intently at Heng Qichun, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Heng Qichun didn't understand his gaze for a moment, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "What are you planning to do now?"
Lou Yan sniffed, knelt on the ground, and tried to lean her upper body forward, her voice trembling with moisture: "I want you..."
Heng Qichun: "..."
He was no longer a god, and even the divine aura around him had gradually dissipated. Squatting for a long time inevitably made him feel tired. Seeing that Lou Yan's face was already close to his, he simply put one knee on the ground.
The ground felt slightly cool, causing him to furrow his brow.
The discomfort was fleeting. He met the little wolf's burning gaze and reached out to untie the restraints on Lou Yan's wrists.
"After this is over, release your senior apprentice."
There was no sound, only the sound of the wolf cub using his freed hands to untie his belt.
Heng Qichun impatiently slapped away the hand that was reaching for him, his tone finally hardening, "Did you hear me?"
"Hmm." Lou Yan was already sucking on his master's Adam's apple with his teeth. After responding, he felt a little guilty, so he released his teeth and answered very solemnly, "I heard you."
Everything that followed was as absurd as a dream woven by Qi Yuandie.
In the Abyss of No Form, in the Demon Lord's Palace, his back pressed against the ground, the chill penetrating the horrific wound on his tailbone and clinging tightly to his spine.
Then came the young apprentice's fervent love, spreading inch by inch throughout his body.
Lou Yan didn't stop.
Wolfish greed.
He wanted it again and again.
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Author's Note: I've changed the title, so please find it easily!
It's almost finished, I'm experiencing some writer's block, maybe not tomorrow, I'll try my best!! [Dog head with rose in its mouth][Dog head with rose in its mouth][Dog head with rose in its mouth]
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