Of the four people he spent every day with in the Demon Palace, the one he couldn't understand the most was Xie Beiying.
But a royal palace, hundreds of lives—is he really that ruthless?
Those who truly hurt him are already dead. Why would he need to kill innocent people?
For a century, unless someone deliberately provoked him, he had never seen Beijing Film Academy take action against anyone; he was not someone who couldn't distinguish right from wrong.
Geng Qi defended him in his heart, but a chill ran down his spine.
Jie Beiying slaughtered the Zhanwang Mansion, thus forging a blood feud between the Demon Realm and the royal family.
Rong Yu is also a member of the royal family. What is his relationship with Prince Zhan?
Brothers? Uncle and nephew?
He couldn't help but feel annoyed that he hadn't asked Mushan clearly in the Demon Palace!
I subconsciously looked up at the people around me.
Rong Yu wasn't looking at him; his gaze was fixed ahead, seemingly on something. When he noticed Rong Yu looking up, he turned his head to look at him, and was immediately stunned by what he saw.
The person who had been listening to him with great interest suddenly turned pale, and his whole body exuded unease.
"What's wrong?"
Geng Qi shook his head, then lay back down, resting his head on Rong Yu's waist and abdomen. "I'm sleepy, I don't want to listen anymore."
He buried his head in deception.
It's alright. Rong Yu was once hunted down by the royal family. He may not be so attached to his "home" and won't be hostile to him because of that.
It's okay!
"..."
Rong Yu looked down at him, burying his face in his waist, his arms tightly wrapped around himself, leaving only the back of his head facing him.
Recalling what he had said, Rong Yu couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
He simply went along with him, answering whatever questions he asked.
How could I have mistaken him for an ignorant teenager when he put on such a youthful and inquisitive act?
But where does his unease come from?
Why am I suddenly so uneasy?
Was he concerned about the massacre at the Zhan Prince's residence?
Rong Yu was still confused, but vaguely guessed what he cared about, so he raised his hand and stroked the back of his neck, and said softly: "The things in the world are said by the people. What we hear is not necessarily the truth. Someone once came to Tianzhi Sect for help, saying that there was a Guhuo ghost causing trouble in Gefeng Town. Everyone said it was the work of the demon realm. Who would have thought that the righteous sects would also do things that are against heaven and reason?"
They are even more insane and cruel than those in the Demon Realm.
This is something they both experienced. Geng Qi once used it to clear the Demon Realm's name, and now Rong Yu is using it to comfort him.
Is it really a good idea to instill this notion that the demon realm is not demonic in one's only disciple?
Geng Qi didn't think too much about it. He felt inexplicably at ease and deeply felt that the trip to Pipi Mountain was indeed worthwhile!
He rubbed against Rong Yu's waist again and mumbled, "Mmm."
The hand stroking the back of the neck was gentle and comfortably soothing, making one feel sleepy.
Geng Qi was already exhausted, and soon he remembered the faint snoring sound.
Once Rong Yu had him fast asleep, he gently turned him over. His face was flushed from breathing difficulties, and his hair was messy from being rubbed against his forehead. He smoothed it out strand by strand, revealing his fair and smooth forehead.
His eyes darkened slightly, and when he came to his senses, his thin lips were already pressed against his. Still feeling unwilling, he gently kissed downwards, brushing against the tip of his nose, and finally landing on his rosy lips, giving them a light suck before letting him go.
The sleeping boy was completely unaware, and perhaps he really would have a beautiful dream because of it.
The next morning, when Geng Qi woke up, he was alone again. He didn't feel disappointed because he still had things to do.
After putting on his clothes and tidying himself up, he ran back to Chaofeng Pavilion from Qingyou Pavilion. Standing on the white stone bridge in the courtyard, he took out a black crow from his storage bracelet. The crow, which had been lifeless, fluttered its wings in his palm, stood up, listened to him speak a few words, and then flew out of the mountains.
He wouldn't have used such a stupid method if transmitting his voice wouldn't cause fluctuations in the protective barrier!
Message delivery is too slow!
Watching the crows fly away, Geng Qi quietly slipped back into Qingyou Pavilion.
No one mentioned the matter of the Prince Zhan's mansion again. Geng Qi had no foundation and was unwilling to go to the library to read books. Every day, he would take a few mental cultivation manuals and stay by Rong Yu's side to read them. The mental cultivation manuals were only for beginners and did not help him.
He had seen Rong Yu cultivate and felt a little envious. Although he had talent and spiritual power, he was not invincible. With Rong Yu's aptitude, it was only a matter of time before he caught up with and surpassed him. He did not want to fall behind, but he could not even do the basic cultivation.
Perhaps it's related to the root cause of his excessive sleepiness, but he has no clue about it.
I just hope the system is reliable and that there's a solution after activation.
Before going to sleep, he asked the person next to him, "Does Master know where the Desolate Swamp Secret Realm is?"
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