Rong Yu understood almost immediately: "In the Demon Palace."
That's why she mentioned the words "soul swapping"!
Even though they are twins, it is impossible for them to be exactly the same in terms of physical characteristics. Moreover, the scar on Mushan's face has been there for hundreds of years. The people in the Demon Palace have strong spiritual senses and can easily detect even the slightest difference. If it were a forgery, how could no one have noticed it?
It wasn't a perfect forgery; the body was originally Kiyama's own!
Rong Yu frowned slightly: "Who did this?"
Who in the entire cultivation world can extract the soul of a cultivator in the Void Refining stage and then insert a new soul to make it perfectly compatible with the physical body?
He suddenly hugged the person in his arms tightly, feeling extremely uneasy.
Seeing his solemn expression, Leng Ning Shuang didn't say anything. Her gaze fell on a crescent-shaped sword guard in the hall. Drunken Shadow lay across the guard, and the silver scabbard shone brightly in the sunlight, making some of the ancient patterns on it even more conspicuous.
"Watch out for your sword."
Rong Yu: "..."
"Hmm..."
Perhaps because he was being held too tightly, the person in his arms felt uncomfortable and shifted restlessly. Rong Yu snapped out of his daze and quickly loosened his grip. Geng Qi smelled the familiar scent, raised his hands, and hung on him.
What was originally a normal posture instantly became incredibly ambiguous because of his actions. Geng Qi tilted his head on Rong Yu's neck, his lips half-pressed against it, looking as if he were kissing him.
Leng Ningshuang's face darkened suddenly. She raised her hand and waved the palace door shut with a loud bang, as if the entire Demon Palace trembled. Geng Qi shuddered and opened his eyes.
"..."
Rong Yu glanced at the drunken figure on the sword guard, then looked away, bent down, picked the person up in his arms, and turned to walk towards the bed.
Geng Qi had already woken up, but his consciousness was not very clear. Through the blurry vision, he saw the person holding him and kissed him without thinking.
The wine was fragrant with osmanthus and mellow with sweetness. When we parted, we licked our lips with lingering relish.
Rong Yu placed him on the couch and asked in a low voice, "Why are you drinking?"
Geng Qi blinked, slightly tipsy, and seemed to think very seriously for a moment before grinning and saying, "She doesn't want me to know. Since she's drunk, she doesn't need to know..."
"..."
If you're drunk, you won't know anymore.
He was indeed drunk, but not to the point of being unconscious.
Mushan was trapped in the Lan Valley Gate. He could see the strangeness of it all himself, so how could he not know it?
He pretended not to know because someone wanted to keep it from him.
Rong Yu looked at the person beneath him who had fallen asleep again but was still clinging to him and refusing to let go. He reached behind the neck and pulled the person's hands down, then brushed away the hair that was covering his face.
The matter of Mushan concerns the entire Demon Realm and involves the previous incident at Yandan Sect. Why would Leng Ningshuang keep it from Geng Qi? And why did she warn him to be careful of Zuiying?
Drunken Shadow, imbued with murderous aura, rarely leaves his sword sheath. Apart from the two instances of breaking the formation at Yan Dan Sect and being affected by spatial turbulence and drawn by blood energy in the Desolate Swamp Secret Realm, Drunken Shadow has never drawn his sword.
Beware of the Drunken Shadow; simply keep your sword sheath in place.
Sword sheath...
He glanced at the silver scabbard reflecting the sunlight, a thought flashing through his mind, and he couldn't help but frown.
"Rongyu".
With a soft call, Rong Yu thought the person had woken up, but when he turned around, he realized it was just the person's drunken ramblings.
Receiving no response, Gengqi called out again.
Their hands were still clasped together. Rong Yu chuckled helplessly, took his hand in return, and gave a soft reply.
Geng Qi smiled with satisfaction: "Rong Yu... Xiao Mo."
"..."
"Little Mo'er, your brother loves you...hehe."
It's unclear what the drunkard saw, but he was talking nonsense with a smug smile on his face.
Rong Yu also smiled and lowered his head to nibble on his vibrant lips. The soft touch was so alluring that one couldn't bear to leave.
"Longing..."
He called out softly, seemingly disturbing someone's sweet dream. Geng Qi frowned, and after a long while, he responded with a soft "Hmm?"
He was so lazy that he didn't seem to want to open his eyes, making it hard to wake him up. I had originally planned to use my spiritual power to sober him up, but I gave up on that idea.
Rong Yu took a Shepu Bead from his storage bracelet, left a few words with his divine sense, and placed it in his palm. He sat by the bed for a while before getting up and leaving the hall.
Also disappearing was the drunken shadow hanging on the sword guard.
The next day, after waking up from his drunken stupor, Geng Qi habitually turned to his side, but he didn't feel the familiar touch. There was something strange in his palm. He opened his eyes and spread his hands, and saw a familiar black bead. He probed it with his divine sense, and his drowsy head instantly cleared up. He rolled over and sat up.
What did I say when I was drunk last night?
How did you manage to scare people away?
The system, which had been running the whole time, relayed his drunken harassment remarks in detail. Geng Qi was immediately shocked and asked, "What did you say I called him?"
system:
He didn't want to repeat it a second time because it was too cheesy.
Before the system could reply, the host started talking to himself, "Oh no, he's definitely misunderstood again!"
While the system was still in a daze, its host had already dashed away from the Demon Palace.
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