Chapter 149 Little Succubus 8
When Mu Yan met He Fan, he had only recently left the Abyss.
Everything outside the abyss filled Mu Yan with immense excitement: the blue sky, the clear streams, and from the mountaintop, he could see small squares arranged in rows not far away.
That was a town where humans lived together.
This was the first time he had ever seen a real sky and streams, instead of the perpetually churning dark red fire clouds and eternally scorching lava in the abyss.
He briefly forgot his original purpose and began to wander freely in the world, drinking from streams when thirsty and picking fruit when hungry.
Mu Yan met He Fan in a vast wilderness. To be honest, Mu Yan had already begun to regret wandering here, because the place was too wide and the grass was not tall enough to hide.
If there were wolves or other large predators, he might not be able to defeat them or escape.
Mu Yan planned to return the way he came, but when he was fetching water from the source, he suddenly heard a faint breathing sound.
Then he discovered a badly injured little devil.
The little devil's horn broke off, and blood trickled down from the wound, staining half of his pale face red.
Those amber eyes stared warily at Mu Yan, a low threatening growl emanating from her throat, yet her body trembled slightly from excessive blood loss.
A thought appeared in Mu Yan's mind before the warning of danger.
He is one of his kind; he too comes from the abyss.
Should I... save him?
In the days since leaving the Abyss, Mu Yan has gained some common sense about surviving outside the Abyss: what fruits are edible, what fruits are inedible, what herbs are also medicine, and what kind of wood is good to burn.
The little devil's eyes were wary. He tried to move his body away from Mu Yan.
However, this movement aggravated his wound, making his face even paler. He took only one step before collapsing to the ground.
Mu Yan hesitated for only a moment before turning around and taking two steps back to fetch him some herbs that could heal injuries and remove blood stasis.
Mu Yan is a little devil who developed intelligence early and is quite clever. If he were stupid and couldn't survive outside the abyss on his own, he would definitely hope that someone could help him.
"Don't be afraid." Mu Yan knelt down beside him and took out the herbs she had just picked. "I'm the same as you, I won't hurt you."
The little devil's pupils dilated slightly, seemingly surprised to hear the language of his own kind.
"What kind of demon are you?" the little demon asked. "You... are so beautiful."
Mu Yan was taken aback by his words. There was no mirror or lake in the abyss, and he didn't know what he looked like before he left the abyss.
After leaving the abyss, he never encountered any other people of his kind, and thus never considered whether he was good-looking or not.
"Did you say that because I saved you?" Mu Yan smiled and said seriously, "I would have saved you even if you hadn't complimented my looks!"
The little devil's name is He Fan, which is said to be the name his mother gave him.
He and Mu Yan should not be of the same race, because Mu Yan did not have a mother and crawled out of an egg on his own.
He asked Mu Yan his name, and Mu Yan, a little embarrassed, said that he didn't have a name.
He asked He Fan if he could name himself a name. He Fan hesitated for a moment and said that he was not very smart and was afraid that he could not come up with a good name. Mu Yan had a long life ahead of him and would have many more opportunities to name himself a name that sounded good and had a good meaning.
But that's not the case at all. He Fan is very smart and knows a lot. He's special, and he even introduced me to many local customs and traditions of this continent. Besides the animals they had seen in the wilderness, there are also humans here, and some humans are good while others are bad.
If you walk east from here, you can see the sea, and the sea is... He Fan was a little stuck; he had only seen this concept in books.
Heading north, you can see snow. The snow is white and cold, and when it falls, it looks like white flowers fluttering down.
Snow? Mu Yan's eyes widened when he heard this; it sounded like something beautiful.
Okay, let's go see the snow then.
They traveled north, and He Fan was a great travel companion—gentle, polite, and knowledgeable. The only downside was that his injuries healed very slowly.
His left wing was burned by the holy light, and he always walked with a limp. Even though Mu Yan went to find useful herbs for him every day, his injury healed very slowly. He often used up his magic power to travel, and when Mu Yan found out, he would just smile embarrassedly each time.
Mu Yan angrily scolded him, saying that his injury would only heal slower if he did this. He Fan listened to his lecture quietly. It took Mu Yan a long time to realize that it was because he always said he wanted to see snow that He Fan was so anxious every day.
Besides being a travel companion, He Fan is also a very good friend. Mu Yan thought to herself, "When we get to the North, I will continue to be friends with He Fan, for a very long time, for a lifetime."
However, he and He Fan did not remain friends for a very long time.
That day was just like any other day; He Fan went to the river to catch fish, and Mu Yan went to the woods to pick fruit.
But when Mu Yan returned with six fruits, he didn't see He Fan, who should have already started grilling fish.
Why isn't He Fan here? Where did he go? He clearly said that as long as I don't leave, he won't abandon me no matter what happens.
Faintly, Mu Yan heard the sound of horses' hooves.
Only one kind of tough and unpalatable wild grass grows here, so no herders come here.
Mu Yan's heart tightened, and he quietly followed.
The horse was far away, so Mu Yan had to expend his magic power and use his newly grown wings, which he was still not very skilled at using, to catch up with the sound of the horse's hooves.
There were six people dressed as knights, like members of a squad. The leader had already drawn his bow, and holy light was concentrated on the tip of the arrow.
The person he aimed his bow at was none other than the heavily wounded He Fan.
He Fan seemed to have been hit by an arrow and was no longer able to resist. His pupils were unfocused, but he still turned his head and glanced in the direction where they had originally separated.
Having lured them away to such a far place, that little succubus should be safe by now.
There was no one, nothing, there of course.
Without any hesitation or much thought, Mu Yan used his muscle memory and his limited magic power to condense a wisp of black mist at his fingertips, silently wrapping it around the knight's bowstring.
The six bows snapped open instantly, the knights turned around sharply, and Mu Yan turned and ran.
He runs very fast and has even learned to fly. The knights' bows are broken, so they can't hurt him.
Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, you must be safe and sound. We will meet again someday.
........
“I didn’t abandon you,” Mu Yan paused, then gently hugged He Fan’s back. “If I hadn’t led them away, you would have…”
“I’m more afraid of you dying than of me dying; I’m more afraid of being left behind by you,” He Fan said.
"Watching you leave, I felt like I was dying of sadness." His fingers gripped the fabric of Mu Yan's clothes tightly, as if afraid he would disappear again.
Mu Yan's heart felt like it was being clenched in an instant, and a sour feeling spread from his chest all the way to his throat.
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Mu Yan, unaware of her mistake, obediently apologized. "So, are you still sad now?"
He Fan remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "After seeing you, I'm no longer sad."
"The reason I survived is so that..."
His voice stopped abruptly, and he did not continue speaking.
Mu Yan noticed his unusual behavior and looked at him with some confusion: "...Why?"
"It's nothing." He Fan smiled gently, thinking of the awakened black dragon and the knight who was overwhelmed by it.
"This time, brother, can you stay? I'm capable of protecting you now, and I won't let anyone hurt you again."
Mu Yan smiled gently and said "okay".
He Fan maintained the position of holding him and gently turned around.
Mu Yan's skirt billowed up like a blooming flower. Being held and spun around like this made her a little dizzy, but it was a lot of fun.
Mu Yan couldn't help but chuckle softly. He Fan buried his head in his neck and gently nuzzled him.
"Brother, has anyone ever told you that you look really beautiful in this?"
Mu Yan's eyes widened slightly as He Fan's fingers accidentally brushed against the base of his tail, causing it to tremble almost imperceptibly.
"It smells so good."
"........So, you're a succubus after all.
Mu Yan didn't dislike his identity and nodded a little shyly.
Succubi do have a special fragrance, but Mu Yan himself has never smelled it. Lu Chong said that people with high magical power can spot succubi hiding in a crowd at a glance.
"Let me feed you, okay? I'll do it better than anyone else. I want to be closer to you, I want to be inside you, I want to..."
........
"Brother, do you know how beautiful you are?"
He Fan's kiss landed on his collarbone, light and ticklish, like a feather brushing against him.
"The dress... will get dirty." Mu Yan was still worried about the nun's dress. He only had two. If this one got dirty, and if the other one wouldn't be dry by tomorrow, he wouldn't be able to wear it to the Vatican.
“I’ll help you wash, I know how to wash. I can also alter clothes, I can alter my clothes for you to wear.” He Fan’s voice was filled with laughter. “I like to serve you, brother.”
As darkness fell, Mu Yan lay limp in He Fan's arms, her nun's habit lying to the side, already wrinkled beyond recognition.
"Brother, you're so cute." He Fan gently kissed his back, hugged him to clean him up, and then changed him into a clean set of clothes.
Mu Yan was almost unconscious. Although He Fan spoke gently and would stop to comfort him, the layers of electric-like pleasure piled up, and Mu Yan still couldn't handle it at all.
He Fan kissed his closed eyelids, and Mu Yan mumbled a sleepy "Mmm": "I like it, I like Xiao Fan."
He Fan's gaze was calm as still water, as if the fervor and madness from before had never existed.
He reached out and gently removed the necklace from Mu Yan's neck.
"Can't even recognize things from the abyss." He Fan scoffed and muttered coldly to himself.
"The Knight Commander... is truly a first-rate idiot."
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