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Kong Xuan shook his head helplessly, his long, silky hair dancing in the wind. Tang Zisu couldn't help but reach out, but she couldn't grasp the drifting tenderness. She watched as Kong Xuan leaped onto the stone platform above the boiling oil pot, stepping one leg toward the seething oil.
"Kong Xuan..." Lang Ye shouted, unsure of what to say. If it were Softy being captured, he would jump into the oil pot or fire pit without hesitation.
Breaking Army killed a Little Demon with a single strike and flew to the front of the oil pot. "Kong Xuan, come down. It's not worth it for a woman."
Kong Xuan didn't turn back, speaking softly, "Breaking Army, you don't understand. After three hundred years, you still don't understand. Don't say any more nonsense."
The oil in the pot bubbled violently under high temperatures; if Kong Xuan jumped in, he would likely become a plate of deep-fried peacock after just a few rolls. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
Tang Zisu remained quiet, her gaze fixed on every subtle movement of Kong Xuan. Climbing mountains and jumping into oil pots—Kong Xuan, is this what you are doing for me? I don’t want this; I want you to live well, to be safe and happy with many descendants. I don’t want you to die for me; this is a tragedy that doesn’t fit our silly storyline.
"Wait." Cold Crow suddenly shouted. Kong Xuan looked back at him in confusion, yet his foot remained extended, seemingly displeased with Cold Crow's interruption. However, no one noticed the slight relaxation of his brow, as if he felt relieved.
"Don't jump. I know you're an Ancient Demon God; even without your powers, you're tough as iron. What does a bit of hot oil matter? If you don’t fight back and let me hit you three times, I’ll let your woman go."
Tang Zisu's heart lifted again; this black guy was just like Qiu Qianren from The Legend of the Condor Heroes—truly, all villains are cut from the same cloth!
"What kind of great thing can you achieve by being so fickle?" Kong Xuan reluctantly retracted his foot and stepped down from the high platform.
Lang Ye now understood what was happening; Cold Crow was suspicious, and Kong Xuan was taking advantage of this weakness to gamble with him. Fortunately, old man Kong Xuan had good composure; damn it, he would definitely make Cold Crow pay for this on behalf of Kong Xuan.
Breaking Army stood in front of Kong Xuan and said loudly, "Cold Crow, I’ll bet with you on this one. You can hit me three times; come on." As he spoke, Breaking Army tore open his outer garment to reveal a sturdy chest beneath a thick layer of hair, where a tiger's head was roaring wide open.
Cold Crow sneered, "Pojun, we'll settle our score later. This woman belongs to Kong Xuan, so of course he will come to save her. I don't have time to waste; since you are unwilling, let this woman bear the first strike." Before Cold Crow finished speaking, he struck Tang Zisu's back with a palm infused with dark energy.
"High Priestess!" The cries of Softy mixed with Tang Zisu's scream, creating a particularly heart-wrenching scene.
Kong Xuan's Peacock Feather, Pojun's Void Slash, and Lang Ye's Wolf Head Spear all flew towards Cold Crow.
It seemed that Cold Crow was already prepared; with one hand he launched an attack while the other released a barrier. The three divine weapons collided at the edge of the barrier, creating sparks. Although the barrier shattered, the force of the divine weapons diminished, causing them to fall to the ground. Just as Cold Crow's palm was about to strike Tang Zisu's back, a sudden flash of cold light shot through the air, transforming into a dragon that slashed at Cold Crow. He felt a blur before his eyes and raised his hand to block it. With a thud, the blade fell and burst into snowflakes, severing one of Cold Crow's arms.
"Damn, where did this expert come from?" Lang Ye searched for the source of the blade's trajectory.
Not far away, Jumping stood foolishly. "I just wanted to chop this monster in front of me; how did it end up flying so high and far?!"
"Jumping, what are you standing there for? Get out of the way!" Little Fish shouted frantically as the monster's claws reached for her rabbit.
Jumping was petrified. For urgent matters, please burn paper offerings. Seeing that Jumping wouldn't dodge, Little Fish had no choice but to leap like a frog and tackle the monster to the ground. However, her slender frame was no match for the monster, and she quickly found herself pinned beneath it. As she looked up, she met the monster's hairy face and screamed in terror.
This scream completely awakened Jumping. Following the sound, she saw Little Fish being attacked and kicked the monster aside: "Damn ugly creature, how dare you ride him! Let me tell you, only my aunt can ride him." Just as she finished speaking, the blade that had severed Cold Crow's arm returned in accordance with her intent and accurately pierced the monster's chest.
What a good blade! What a good strike!
The scene was somewhat chaotic now; Cold Crow held his bleeding arm and used magic to stop the bleeding. At this moment, Tang Zisu was quite clever; she rolled and crawled to Kong Xuan's feet, her skirt getting tangled in an embarrassing manner.
Tang Zisu extended a hand and waved at Kong Xuan: "Hey there, buddy! Look here; shouldn't you be manly enough to pull me up and hold me in your arms? Let my waist rest in your embrace while you gaze into my eyes and say something heartfelt." However, this was merely Tang Zisu's imagination; in reality, Kong Xuan calmly stepped over her outstretched hand without even blinking.
"Wow, even a nearsighted person wouldn't miss this, unless they're blind."
Ming Wang, with his robes fluttering, walked calmly in front of Cold Crow, his tone cold and his demeanor proud: "Cold Crow, do you hate me? Have you always wanted to defeat me?"
Cold Crow clutched his severed arm and gritted his teeth: "Hate? That word might not be enough to describe how I feel about you, Kong Xuan. You rely on your superior background and your alluring looks, while the gods of the three realms rush to please you. But what abilities do you have to claim kingship and command respect? You are nothing but a flamboyant peacock, fit only to be kept in a flower garden for others to admire."
Cold Crow's harsh words aimed at Kong Xuan's weak points; he wanted to see Kong Xuan explode with rage. However, Kong Xuan did not give him that opportunity. It seemed that three hundred years had dulled his temper: "Yes, my father is a Phoenix, which can be said to be a prestigious lineage. I was born with beautiful white feathers and dazzling plumage, certainly not something you, a dark little crow that feasts on human flesh, can compare to. If you're envious and resentful, I can understand."
Tang Zisu remained frozen in the act of reaching out, stunned by their conversation. Emma, is this how two men talk? Is this how two male demons converse? This is simply like the power struggles between queens and concubines in a royal palace!
"Yes, it's jealousy. My magical powers are clearly no less than those of Lang Ye and the others, yet because of my humble origins, I can only be a lowly guard. Now, I will destroy you all and show you who truly is the king of this demon realm." Cold Crow's anger surged, and the dark energy around him increased dramatically, making him look particularly terrifying.
"Good. Back then, you colluded with the divine realm and caused the deaths of three thousand six hundred members of my demon clan. Today, I will take your life in return for theirs."
Kong Xuan combined three Peacock Feathers in his hand into a Phoenix Tail Sword; its blade shimmered like autumn waters and exuded a chilling aura.
Cold Crow laughed heartily: "I want to see how a Phoenix Tail Sword without demonic power will break against my hands."
Kong Xuan didn't waste words with him; he brandished his sword and charged forward to engage him in battle.
Lang Ye feared that Kong Xuan would suffer losses; he snapped the neck of the Little Demon in front of him and joined the fray. Breaking Army quickly said to Mei Xiao: "I'll leave this to you; I'm going to help." Mei Xiao wrapped her large tail around the Little Demon's neck and nodded in agreement, her purple eyes glowing softly: "Tiger King, be careful."
Lang Ye even had time to glance over with envy in his heart; if only his weeping companion could be as tender towards him, it would be worth dying for!
His weeping companion shared a mental connection with him but sensed something different; Yuan Maiden called out sweetly: "Tan Lang, come back quickly; it's too dangerous."
What is going on here? This is not what I wanted at all!
The addition of Pojun clearly made things much easier for Kong Xuan and Lang Ye. A mere mortal, no matter how skilled, cannot compete with a magical creature. Although Pojun's magical power was only at fifty percent, the pressure from the three of them attacking together was not to be underestimated.
Tang Zisu felt dizzy; she thought the scene of the battle between demons was far more thrilling than any 3D blockbuster. That guy was shaking the ground and blocking out the sun, causing buildings to collapse. Tang Zisu and the Little Demons were like paper scraps, blown this way and that by the wind, creating utter chaos.
Just when Tang Zisu could no longer hold on and was about to be blown away, the wind stopped. All that could be seen was Cold Crow lying on the ground, and Lang Ye kicked him in the back: "Come on, fight! You think just because your Wolf King grandpa isn't showing his might that you're safe? You ugly black crow, I'll beat you to death."
Lang Ye was being quite ruthless; a warrior can be killed but not insulted. After knocking Cold Crow down, he wouldn't even let him get back up!
Lang Ye kicked Cold Crow to Pojun's feet, who then stepped on his head and ground it down, forcing his unframed face into a border line. "You know how to betray, but I know how to fight. Die, Black Crow! If I don't make your chest touch your back today, then I'm not Tiger King."
The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible; it really felt like his chest and back were reunited.
Cold Crow was kicked again to Kong Xuan's feet. Kong Xuan deftly hooked him up with his toes and flipped him in mid-air before firmly planting his foot on Cold Crow's chest. Tang Zisu watched in awe; she didn't care about the pain from the hurricane tearing at her skin and sincerely sighed: Wow, this is incredible! If these three could join the national football team, there would be no need to mention qualifying for the World Cup; winning the championship would be a piece of cake! Brazil, Netherlands, England, Italy would all look weak in comparison; Nadal, Messi, and Irving would have to step aside.
Lost in thought for a moment, Tang Zisu didn't see how Kong Xuan tormented that black crow. However, Cold Crow managed to shakily rise from the ground, probably wiping blood from the corner of his mouth: "You’ve improved over three hundred years; you’re just bullying me with numbers now. What kind of demon king are you?"
Lang Ye crossed his arms with a smug look: "I just like group fights; if you have the guts, come hit me!"
Cold Crow spat blood in anger: "You? Lang Ye? Do you know who opened the Thousand Gaps Gate and let Celestial Soldiers in back then?"
Pojun raised his foot and kicked Cold Crow in the chest: "Cold Crow, at this point, you still dare to talk nonsense? You are the only traitor among the demon clan."
This kick had already scattered what little energy Cold Crow had left. He fell backward onto the ground with blood flowing from his mouth. Although it wasn't visible on his face, a river of blood had already soaked into the ground. Tang Zisu turned her eyes away in pity; death was equal for everyone. No matter how wicked a person might be, facing imminent death still evokes sympathy in others.
The throat of Cold Crow was severed, and he coughed up blood as he looked at Kong Xuan, revealing a malicious and strange smile before stopping his breath.
"Damn, he's dead? So fragile?" Lang Ye stepped forward and kicked the body, which shifted slightly with his foot before transforming into a small crow with a broken wing.
Kong Xuan pointed the tip of his sword at the crow, piercing it through before turning and tossing it into the fire of the oil pot. The flames had been scattered from the earlier fight, and with just that little spark, the crow's feathers burned and charred, ultimately becoming a pile of black ash.
From that day on, Tang Zisu never ate roasted birds again.
After dealing with Little Monster and setting fire to Mountain God Temple, Pojun and Mei Xiao returned to the mountains while Lang Ye and Kong Xuan descended. This entire process took quite some time, but during this lengthy period, Kong Xuan did not say a single word to Tang Zisu—not one word, not a smile, not even a glance.
Men can be so deceitful; just moments ago he wanted to throw someone into the oil pot. No, throwing that Black Crow into the pot was just a trick; it had nothing to do with him.
Tang Zisu felt a heavy lump in her heart, breathing with agitation. She shot a fierce glare at Kong Xuan. Old Demon, just wait; if you can, never speak to me again for the rest of your life.
For a lifetime? Hmph! Is your lifetime eternal? Mine is but a fleeting moment; perhaps when you wake up from your slumber, I will have turned to dust.
Thus, Tang Zisu let her thoughts wander as they traveled. Although she occasionally heard Little Fish humming on Jumping's back, it did not interrupt her colorful and endless musings.
It was now evening; the sun hung low in the sky as if about to fall, casting half-red and half-black hues like brocade woven with dye. The trees in the mountains displayed layers of red, yellow, and green—just right for the deep autumn season when frost adorned the landscape.
Upon returning to Shrine, everyone was exhausted. Kong Xuan first found medicine for Little Fish to take before waving his hand and saying, "I’m sure everyone has many questions in mind. However, we are all tired today. Let's each go home and get some good rest. Come back around lunchtime tomorrow; I will definitely give everyone an explanation."
Little Fish, Jumping, and Softy were naturally filled with questions but were too tired to pursue them further. They followed Kong Xuan's suggestion and went their separate ways.
Tang Zisu changed out of her wedding dress and red skirt, thoroughly washing off the stench. As she wiped her hair on her way back to her room, she couldn’t help but glance at Lang Ye's room. The door was tightly shut; since returning, Kong Xuan had gone straight into the room with Lang Ye.
The uncontainable disappointment seeped from the corners of Tang Zisu's eyes to her lips as she sighed helplessly. What on earth did this tormenting old demon want?
As soon as she pushed the door open, a strong pair of hands gripped Tang Zisu's shoulders and shoved her hard against the door. Tang Zisu opened her mouth to scream, but a soft, warm, and moist pair of lips pressed against her ear, whispering, "Don't shout, it's me."
As his supple body pressed against her, she caught a whiff of a familiar scent. Tang Zisu missed this familiar embrace like she missed the spicy hot pot fish she hadn't had in ages. But thinking about how he had just ignored her made Tang Zisu push him away. "Who are you? I don't know you."
Kong Xuan detected the anger in her tone and couldn't help but smile. He pinned Tang Zisu firmly beneath him, leaving no space between them, his deep voice laced with seduction: "It doesn't matter if you don't know me; I know you, Tang Zisu."
Her body and mind had already been forcefully conquered by him. Although she felt like a puddle of water, her mouth was relentless: "Many people know me—Jumping knows me, Softy knows me, Zhang Ermao knows me, even the flowers at Jumping's house know me... Ugh... Mmm."
Kong Xuan pulled her waist closer and lowered his head to cover Tang Zisu's chattering lips with his own.
She couldn't breathe, almost suffocating in his heated kiss. This wasn't the first time he had kissed her, but this time felt particularly frantic and forceful, as if he would vanish into thin air the moment he let go.
Tang Zisu felt completely limp, allowing him to pry open her lips and savor the sweetness within. She thought she should be angry, furious even, ready to push him away and slap him. But instead, enveloped in his embrace, she realized just how much she craved him. At that moment, in this fiery kiss, her heart was clear; she knew she liked this person—regardless of being human or demon, man or woman. For him, she would willingly be a woman.
Indeed, she had fallen for Kong Xuan—the Ancient Demon God Peacock King.
"Tang Zisu, Tang Zisu," he called her name repeatedly as if confirming her existence, lightly kissing her cheeks and forehead like a butterfly resting on flower petals.
"Why are you calling me? We have nothing between us." Her heart softened while her words remained tough.
"You're still mad at me? It's okay; it doesn't matter. We'll make it something soon enough, alright?"
"You... you jerk! I've already given that thing to that Charcoal!"
"That's nonsense, that crow has nothing below, what does he want from you?"
"Kong Xuan, you teasing old demon..."
Kong Xuan's eyes were wild and blurred in the darkness, his arms straining as if he wanted to pull Tang Zisu into his body. His heavy breathing betrayed his desire.
"You, let go, old pervert, shameless, don't touch me randomly."
The two kept chasing and entangling each other like the strong winds on the grasslands, wild and powerful, difficult to stop.
Under the faint moonlight, Kong Xuan's gaze was hazy, his charming smirk resembling a blooming poppy flower, layers of intoxicating fragrance enveloping Tang Zisu. She had already fallen under his spell.
There was no need to struggle anymore; she wanted him too. She longed to strip away the barriers of time and cross the boundaries between human and demon, to make him hers and herself his, to feel the pain, joy, happiness, and satisfaction he brought her—not only because she was moved by becoming his but also because he desired her so intensely that it shook her...
The night was quiet, the bright moon hung in the west window, shadows intertwined in the room, passion like fire.
Crossing thousands of years to become unrecognizable was perhaps just to meet you. As long as I believe, there is no need to fear; love is merely etching every bit of me with your traces. From now on, you are my vast mountains and rivers, my daily necessities—every meal and every grain.
Kong Xuan got what he wished for in the room, but Lang Ye's situation was quite unfortunate.
Softy had a vengeful spirit residing within him; he couldn't help but worry. So he knocked on Softy's door.
Softy seemed to be combing her hair when she opened the door with her hair down. Seeing Lang Ye, the drowsy Yuan Maiden perked up. She touched her hair and tugged at her clothes while smiling charmingly: "Tan Lang, I knew you would come back; how could we waste such a beautiful moment?"
Softy swatted away Yuan Maiden's hand that had climbed onto Lang Ye's neck and stepped back a few paces forcefully, saying harshly: "What do you want?"
Lang Ye: "Let me take a look."
Softy: "What are you looking at?"
Yuan Maiden: "Of course, I'm looking at myself. Why would I look at you?"
Lang Ye: .......
"Alright, since I've looked, I'm going to sleep," Softy said as she pretended to close the door.
Lang Ye propped himself against the door panel: "Softy, don't close it yet. I have something to say."
Softy glanced at him, turned around and went inside. Seeing him still standing at the door, she coldly said, "Why are you just standing there? Come in!"
"Uh-huh." Lang Ye scratched his head, grinning foolishly, looking even more foolish than Ahei.
Yuan Maiden whispered to Softy: "This man is mine. You’re not allowed to interfere with whatever I do later."
"You dare! You're using my body right now. If you dare ruin my reputation, I'll pin you down."
"Oh, so it’s fine as long as you don’t use your body? Then let me go! I’ll find someone else. A man this good, I won’t be satisfied until I’ve had him."
"You’re already dead; just accept it."
"I don’t care, little girl. Just wait and see what we can do. I want your body to experience the utmost pleasure in the world. Look at his strong build, slim waist, long legs, and perfect backside—he's truly a gem among men."
Softy said, "You shameless."
“Softy, are you okay?”
Seeing Softy's face flushed, Lang Ye was very worried. Softy stopped him, saying, “Don’t move, just stand there, keep your distance. Alright, go ahead, I’m listening.”
Lang Ye rubbed his hands together, seemingly unsure of how to start. Softy grew a bit impatient, “If nothing’s wrong, I’m going to sleep.”
“No, um, I want to keep you company while you sleep.”
As soon as Lang Ye spoke, Softy made two completely different actions—first she cupped her face and screamed, then she grabbed the teapot from the table and threw it at Lang Ye.
Lang Ye was quick and caught the teapot without spilling any tea. “Softy, it’s not what you think. I’m always worried about you with Vengeful Spirit inside you. Before we deal with her, I thought it would be good to stay with you for support.”
The Yuan Maiden was displeased. “You heartless short-lived ghost! What has she done to you that you want to get rid of her?”
Lang Ye replied, “You better behave. If you dare harm Softy, I will skin you alive.”
The Yuan Maiden giggled playfully, “Come on then, I’m waiting! If you skin me, this meat is tender and fair!”
It’s not your meat to sell off so eagerly.
Softy asked, “Do you know how to get her out?”
“I don’t know. When I just returned, I discussed it with Kong Xuan. Tomorrow he will search through the spell books in the Shrine. As a priestess, there must be a way to expel Vengeful Spirit in there.”
“Lang Ye, who are you really? No, what kind of creature are you? Those two friends of yours are clearly not human. They call you Wolf King. Are you a wolf? What is your relationship with Ahei?”
Lang Ye thought to himself, finally, you understand that I am exactly what you desire, the powerful and wild Ahei that you think about, touch, and hold.
Lang Ye moved closer to Softy, feeling nervous in his throat. Just as he was about to speak, Yuan Maiden suddenly blew a breath towards his face.
“You…” Lang Ye felt a blur before his eyes and stepped back, steadying himself against the table. “What are you doing?”
Yuan Maiden had a charming smile on half of her face, her watery eyes filled with emotion. “This is how to make you like me; soon you'll love me like fire.”
Softy looked at Lang Ye, whose face was flushed abnormally, and sternly questioned Female Intestine: “What have you done to him? Hand over the antidote.”
“Oh, feeling heartbroken? I’ve noticed your interest in him for a while. You won’t admit it, huh? I’m just helping you out. Just stay still, and I’ll take care of the rest; I guarantee you'll be enchanted.”
“You dare! You shameless old woman, I’ll kill you.”
“Killing me won’t save him. Right now, your body is his only antidote.”
Softy indeed didn’t dare to act recklessly; she didn’t want Lang Ye to die. He still had things to tell her; he couldn’t just be easily harmed by a female ghost.
Lang Ye realized he had fallen under her spell. The waves surging within him made him understand what was happening; the woman he liked was so close. She wore a green dress, her long hair cascading down both sides, her cheeks slightly flushed. The gentle beauty radiating from her eyes made her look like a wild ginger flower with green leaves and white petals—fresh and elegant.
Female Intestine laughed triumphantly, wrapping her delicate arm around Lang Ye's neck and whispering in his ear, “Since you like her so much, I’ll help you get your wish.”
Lang Ye breathed heavily; he struggled hard to control the impulse to embrace Softy. Biting down hard on his tongue, the pain and blood brought clarity back to his dazed eyes. He forcefully pushed away Softy, smashing a teacup on the ground. He took a sharp shard of porcelain and stabbed it into his shoulder, blood immediately soaking through his clothes. “Yuan Maiden, I do like Softy, and I hope she likes me too. But I won’t use such despicable methods to win her over. If you dare to scheme against me today, tomorrow I will make your soul scatter.” With that, he stormed out.
Looking at his back, Softy was stunned, and Yuan Maiden was also taken aback. After a while, she said, "It seems he truly likes you."
Softy's voice was soft, "How do you know?"
"You know in your heart why you still need me to point it out? Little sister, it's easy to find a priceless treasure, but it's rare to have a devoted man. Some people may never encounter such a stubborn man in their lifetime." Yuan Maiden's voice was desolate, and Softy actually felt pity for her.
"Will he be okay?"
"He'll be fine; he just needs to handle it himself. But you, you really care about him. Don't be blind to your own feelings. Little sister, let me tell you a story. Do you want to hear it?"
"It's about your own experience, right? Anyone who is a Vengeful Spirit must have unresolved knots from their past. Go ahead; I'm listening."
Softy sat under the lamp, one person with two voices—one speaking and one listening. If someone were to see this late at night, it would be quite terrifying.
Female Intestine sighed: "I was the daughter of a wealthy family and fell in love with a poor scholar. We eloped here, thinking we could grow old together. Who knew that when I was pregnant, he couldn't bear the hardships of life and left without looking back? I searched everywhere for him, lost the baby due to the stress, and died on a stormy night. But I couldn't accept it; I wanted to ask him why our vows turned worthless and why he abandoned me and our child. I truly couldn't accept it."
Peacock Valley had simple folk customs. Although there were instances of abuse by relatives, this was the first time Softy encountered such a tragic story. She shivered and asked, "So you never found him? How long has it been? He must have turned to dust by now."
"I suffered greatly in search of him while I was alive—facing hunger and cold is nothing compared to being assaulted by a dozen bandits. But for the sake of survival and finding him, I endured it all. But why? Why did he abandon me?" Female Intestine cried out to the heavens. The sky remained silent, but her words moved others; she had no tears, only hatred, while Softy shed sympathetic tears.
"You actually just want to validate your judgment; your unwillingness comes from your pride, right?"
"Yes, I want to see how worthless the man I abandoned my family for truly is."
"I'll help you." Softy's heart warmed as she agreed.
"You? Little girl, you're talking big. I've been searching for a hundred years, traversing heaven and earth, yet I still can't find that person. It's strange, isn't it? Could it be that he never ages or dies?"
"I'll help you look tomorrow. Having an extra chance is always good."
"Little sister, you're so kind. If only you could be this good to him, I think you'd be willing to let him die right away."
"Why would you want him to die? Ugh, at your age, you shouldn't speak like that!"
"Little sister's face is turning red. Ah, I wonder how many times he's... Just make sure he doesn't exhaust himself!"
"If you keep talking like this, I won't help you anymore."
"After all, you're just a little girl. Alright, aren't you tired? Go to sleep. Be a bit nicer to him tomorrow."
"I... I want to go see him. Is that okay?"
After saying so much, Softy and Yuan Maiden had already established a relationship of elder and younger. She even sought her opinion.
"Considering the medicine's effect has worn off, I'm going to sleep now. You take care of yourself." Female Intestine noticed her daughter's mindset and temporarily entrusted her body to her.
In the quiet of the night, with the moonlight hanging high, Softy's heart raced while her steps did not slow down at all.
When she reached the door, she raised her hand but then hesitated and lowered it again before gently pushing the door open and stepping inside.
The room was filled with a heavy scent of musk mixed with the smell of blood. Even though Softy was an innocent girl, she probably understood what Lang Ye had done. At that moment, he was stretching his long limbs, his face nestled against the pillow, sleeping soundly. In his dreams, Lang Ye completely lacked the wild and fierce demeanor from the day; instead, he looked like a child. His beautiful thin lips were pouted, occasionally releasing soft murmurs from within, followed by a smacking sound as he stirred slightly. Softy couldn't help but smile at the sight but suddenly remembered his injuries. She gently pulled back the blanket to check on his shoulder.
As the blanket was pulled, Softy blushed. It turned out that Lang Ye had not worn a shirt while sleeping; his bare upper body was strong and firm, with sculpted abs. However, the various scars on his body pained Softy's eyes. "It's always like this, treating himself like iron. Look at all these wounds," Softy murmured softly as she covered Lang Ye with the blanket and gently closed the door behind her as she left.
Just after she walked out, Lang Ye opened his eyes. In fact, he had been awake since Softy entered, but he wasn't sure whether it was Yuan Maiden or Softy who had come in, so he pretended to be asleep. However, when Softy stood by his bedside, he could tell from her scent that it was indeed Softy. Her hand and her words filled Lang Ye with joy; he even wanted to get up and hug her, but he was afraid of scaring her. He cherished her so much that he was willing to endure all hardships for her and shield her from all storms.
As Softy's footsteps grew fainter, Lang Ye took a deep breath of her sweet scent. This otherwise ordinary night suddenly became gentle and serene, with even the stars shining brightly.
Tonight, the wind was clear, the moon bright, and love was in the air!
The next day, when the sun was high in the sky, Softy finally got up.
She hurriedly dressed and combed her hair, thinking she had missed breakfast time. To her surprise, all the doors were tightly shut; she was actually the earliest one up.
Looking at Tang Zisu's door, Softy suddenly thought of a question: Kong Xuan is not a woman; how could they be living together?
Female Intestine mocked her: "You don't understand this? Your Divine Maiden is actually the Ancient Demon God Peacock King. He jumped into an oil pot for your witch; this relationship is not simple."
"Forget it; don't say anything reckless. I'll talk to them today and help you find someone."
"Thank you, little sister!"
"Talking to yourself alone early in the morning is quite eerie, Yuan Maiden. You should be more honest usually," Lang Ye said as he walked out of his room, looking refreshed and not holding a grudge about last night's poisoning.
Yuan Maiden quietly told Softy: "Remember what I said." Then she fell silent.
Softy whispered, "Is your shoulder injury better?"
"Nothing's wrong, I'm tough." Lang Ye scratched his head, his stiff hair standing wildly like a goofy hairstyle. Being human is troublesome; even the hair seems to be against him.
"Look at you, such a big person and you can't even comb your hair. Sit here." Softy's tone was teasing, but it was soft and sweet underneath. Lang Ye's heart surged; he finally made it.
Lang Ye sat down at the small stone table in the yard, and Softy gently took the tortoiseshell comb from her hair and started to comb his. Lang Ye felt Softy's nimble fingers glide over his scalp, taming his unruly and wild hair into something soft and manageable.
Damn it, his heart was about to melt with excitement!
Someone slap me and tell me I'm not dreaming!
"Alright, you can get up now." Softy tied his messy mane back with a leather strap, then bent down to say it was done. When Lang Ye turned around, his cheek brushed against Softy's. The two were so close that they could barely fit a finger between them. Lang Ye's newly grown stubble pricked Softy's face. In the morning light, Softy's delicate features suddenly flushed red, yet she didn't shy away; instead, she looked up at him and gave him a shy smile.
Lang Ye sighed contentedly; everything before him was so beautiful and worth cherishing.
"I'm going to cook." Softy turned and ran off. Lang Ye sat there grinning foolishly; he felt particularly silly. But what was even sillier was that he was so happy he could burst. He wanted to share this joy with someone, mainly to show off. Without thinking, he knocked on Tang Zisu's door. "Kong Xuan, Kong Xuan, wake up! I have something to tell you."
Tang Zisu was sleeping soundly in Kong Xuan's arms. Last night's physical exertion made her long for a date with Zhou Gong, but the loud knocking pulled her back from her dreams of Peking duck. She opened her sleepy eyes and asked, "Who is it so early?"
"Lang Ye, don't mind him; he's just being silly." A charming voice rang above her head. Tang Zisu looked up to meet Kong Xuan's bright eyes.
Kong Xuan leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Does it still hurt, Silly Goose?"
You idiot! My whole body feels like it's been run over by a truck—my back aches and my legs hurt; even my bean bag is swollen from your kisses! Realizing she was lying in Kong Xuan's arms made her want to complain endlessly like the Yellow River flowing unceasingly, though she only voiced these thoughts in her mind.
"Be good; no need to blush. It won't hurt next time." Tang Zisu had no resistance against Kong Xuan's gentle words. Especially when he called her "good," her ears immediately turned red, and her heart fluttered. However, she refused to admit defeat verbally: "There won't be a next time! It hurts! You should take it slow! You never listen—bad review! I definitely won't order again next time!"
"Not laying eggs? How can you have little peacocks without laying eggs?" Kong Xuan found Tang Zisu's pouting and flushed face extremely amusing.
"Shut up!"
"The girl you gave birth to is my daughter, so how could she be my sister? Your little brain can't even figure out the family tree. Looks like Jumping will have to send a pig's head again."
Tang Zisu was speechless. Great Deity—let's break up; there can't be true love between different dimensions!
Tang Zisu twisted and hummed, resembling a cute little kitten. Kong Xuan stroked her hair, his gaze deepening. He pulled Tang Zisu closer by the waist and said, "Just try it; little Kong Xuan misses you again. But Lang Ye is still knocking at the door. What do you think we should do?"
It was only then that Tang Zisu realized the direct consequence of cuddling together early in the morning while discussing such explicit topics. Ignoring her sore body, she rolled out of bed and got dressed. After finally managing to get ready, she saw Kong Xuan still half-reclining on the pillow, exposing most of his porcelain-like white chest. Tang Zisu grabbed her clothes and tossed them onto his amused face. "Put this on quickly, Old Demon."
Kong Xuan held onto the clothes and softly said, "Old Demon likes to eat Pixie."
Seriously, can we not? If this continues without any decency, do you believe I could pounce on you in a minute?
Bang! The door finally succumbed to Lang Ye's relentless knocking. Lang Ye glanced at the messy room and then at the disheveled Kong Xuan. Suddenly, he felt intimidated. Damn it, I've already eaten! I just fixed my hair, and you've already eaten? This is way too fast; those with wings really can fly faster than those with four legs! Kong Xuan, damn you!
Having just finished breakfast, before Softy could mention looking for Yuan Maiden, Jumping and Little Fish arrived. Little Fish's injuries were no longer serious; she just looked a bit pale. Jumping was in high spirits and immediately showed Lang Ye her knife.
Lang Ye took a look and was shocked. He quickly called out, "Kong Xuan, come look at this."
Kong Xuan took it and was equally astonished. "This knife has the aura of Dragon Battle and Phoenix Flight; its power is definitely not less than Zhu Xian. No wonder it can easily sever Cold Crow's arm. Jumping, where did you get this?"
Jumping recounted their experiences but made sure to exaggerate their glory while omitting any embarrassing details. Everyone gasped in amazement at their incredible luck. "Next time, we should all jump off a cliff together!"
When it comes to Zhang Ermao, Tang Zisu suddenly remembered, "What about Zhang Ermao?"
"I inquired this morning. He has gone home, but it seems he is sick."
Softy patted his chest, "That's good, as long as he's okay."
Jumping grabbed Softy's hand, "Softy, you're not acting normal either. What exactly happened? I'm getting more and more confused."
Kong Xuan knew he could no longer keep it a secret. He gestured to Tang Zisu, who nodded and said to everyone, "This is a long story and quite complicated. Which part do you want to hear?"
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