Chapter 49: Yes, Go This Way
Bai Xuci felt his hair being tied back, and his vision finally cleared up.
He felt quite refreshed.
He reached out and touched the end of his hair, thinking he should learn how to tie it himself.
“Grandpa Shi, how did you do it? Teach me, please?” Bai Xuci asked, sounding like a child humbly seeking instruction.
His fingers nervously twisted a small swirl in his clothes.
But there was no response.
Bai Xuci frowned. Did demons also become hard of hearing when they got old?
He looked across the table, wanting to ask Ah Shan to remind Grandpa Shi.
“Ah Shan, you—”
Bai Xuci’s words got stuck in his throat. The “eyes” of the tree opposite him had vanished, leaving only a bare trunk.
It seemed to have turned into an ordinary tree.
“??”
Bai Xuci found this a bit strange. He looked down at the ground and saw the white roots were circling the stone stool several times, as if curling up in fear.
Hadn’t they been spread out across several flagstones just a moment ago?
Instinctively, he wanted to turn his head to look, but the movement caused a slight tug on his hair.
“Don’t move.” A familiar voice.
Bai Xuci’s pupils dilated slightly, and he froze stiffly in that half-turned posture, not daring to budge.
“Zun Shang?” His voice was filled with disbelief, plus a tiny hint of respect.
“Mm,” Fan Yue replied indifferently, his brows slightly furrowed, seemingly troubled by how to handle this hair.
It was too smooth; it kept slipping through his fingers.
Bai Xuci swallowed, feeling inexplicably nervous. He lowered his eyes and searched carefully…
Where was Grandpa Shi?
Where did he go?
His gaze shifted to a spot, and his pupils contracted sharply.
A turtle was currently crawling slowly across the flagstones, its destination being the pond not far away.
Heave-ho, heave-ho, working very hard.
Fan Yue lowered his eyes and noticed the person in his grasp kept glancing backward. He cast a cool glance in that direction.
The turtle instantly froze, then rapidly retracted its four legs and head.
Leaving only a shell.
Bai Xuci: “…”
“What are you doing here?” Fan Yue asked aloud.
Bai Xuci was looking down, grabbing at the strands of hair that had “escaped.” Hearing the question, he answered casually:
“Looking for friends.”
Fan Yue: “Friends?”
“Mm, just demons I know and like.” Bai Xuci thought for a moment and considerately added that last part.
Another lock of hair slipped down; the hairstyle was already half-undone.
Bai Xuci: “…”
Some things really shouldn’t be forced.
“Zun Shang, maybe we shouldn’t—”
“Like? Then do you like Ben Zuo?” A very direct question.
The cedar tree sitting opposite the stone table quietly opened a slit of an eye, and the turtle not far away also slowly poked its head out.
Bai Xuci’s face instantly flushed red, looking annoyed.
Why was he asking random questions again?
“I don’t,” he replied a bit petulantly, trying to stand up and leave, but was pressed back down by the arm around his shoulder.
Like a spring.
Bai Xuci felt stifled with anger but couldn’t vent it.
He just said it for the sake of saying it.
What was he doing!
He wasn’t the only little demon on Lin Mountain; why did he have to seek him out?
Go hug the chipmunk, go hug the little frog, go hug the monkey!
Why provoke him?
The memory of that bite mark surfaced in his mind again, and his fingers curled inward.
So annoying.
“It’s not tied well.” His voice was stiff, revealing a hint of discomfort.
Bai Xuci sat on the stone stool, pouting, feeling miserable.
He couldn’t figure it out, just couldn’t.
He had absolutely no interaction with the other party, so why was he being targeted?
“Zun Shang.” Bai Xuci took a deep breath, relaxing his emotions, feeling there was no need for this. “Let me do my hair myself. There’s too much of it, it’s hard to manage. It’s too much trouble for you—”
But before he could finish, an arm wrapped around his waist, and he was directly “lifted” up.
“The posture is wrong. It can be tied well.” The voice wasn’t particularly pleasant.
Bai Xuci’s chin bumped against the other’s shoulder, making him a bit dizzy. When he recovered, he realized his stone stool had been occupied.
They were sitting face-to-face again. He couldn’t pull his arms out either; they were directly hugged together.
“…”
His white hair was completely loose now, cascading onto the dark robes like a piece of fine satin.
Bai Xuci looked dejected, staring resentfully at the turtle in the yard.
Why did he give the hair to him?
The beady eyes on the turtle’s head darted around, actually showing a hint of embarrassment.
Bai Xuci sighed; there was nothing he could do.
But the next second—
Splash!
The turtle was flung directly into the pond with swift and ruthless precision.
“Eh eh…” Bai Xuci reacted anxiously out of reflex, unable to understand.
Why throw him?
“Why do you like the turtle? You don’t like—” The rest of the sentence was left unfinished. Fan Yue just kept a cold face… and tied the hair.
Bai Xuci hesitated to speak, then stopped, then wanted to speak again.
Suddenly, he wasn’t so angry anymore.
“I didn’t…” Bai Xuci said good-naturedly.
What kind of thought process was this?
“Like isn’t that kind of like,” he said gloomily, looking up at the sky as a cloud drifted by slowly.
Fan Yue: “What kind of like?”
Bai Xuci pursed his lips and said self-destructively, “That kind of like.”
He said it, but it was as if he hadn’t said anything at all.
“…”
Ultimately, this conversation yielded no results, much like Bai Xuci’s hair.
The hair was loose and messy; changing posture hadn’t improved it one bit.
“Maybe we should just forget it,” Bai Xuci said slowly, trying to refuse tactfully.
But—
A glow of soft light wrapped around, and the silver strands were obediently tied back, even conjuring a white ribbon.
“Huh?” Bai Xuci turned his head to look at his hair, pleasantly surprised.
So you could use magic for this?
Fan Yue’s expression didn’t change; in fact, he looked rather unhappy.
Why was it so difficult to tie…
“Thank you, Zun Shang!” Bai Xuci was actually quite happy. After all that fuss, his hair was finally tied.
He struggled to free his arms, then tried to push away.
“Then let me down.”
But—
He didn’t budge.
Fan Yue simply waved his hand, and a cloud of black mist appeared out of nowhere.
Instantly, only a “cedar log” remained on the stone table.
Side Hall.
Bai Xuci couldn’t stop coughing, leaning weakly against the other’s shoulder for support.
Why did he still get motion sickness from teleportation??
What kind of ailment was this?
Several small black mists flew anxiously around them, seeming worried.
“Still uncomfortable?” Fan Yue asked in confusion, then patted his back.
Bai Xuci shook his head, took a moment to recover, and then tried to pry away the hand on his waist.
He tugged, but couldn’t move it.
“Zun Shang…” His tone was feeble, but a hint of helplessness was still audible.
Did he really have to keep holding him?
Bai Xuci was truly exhausted. He had just wanted to move the other’s hand away so he could go rest on the bed.
But seeing the current situation, he curled his lips.
He simply let all his weight fall onto the other person, burying his head in the sleeve, completely devoid of strength.
Fan Yue didn’t take this little “act of revenge” seriously. Instead, he furrowed his brows, picked the person up with one arm, and walked over to the bed.
He lifted his robes and sat down, placed the person in his lap, held his wrist, and began transferring spiritual energy.
Why was the rejection reaction still continuing…
Fine beads of sweat seeped out on Bai Xuci’s forehead. He licked his dry lips.
He didn’t know what was wrong with him either; right now, he couldn’t exert any strength at all.
It didn’t seem entirely due to teleportation sickness.
His body temperature was still rising. He felt like he must have become a rabbit-brand hand warmer, the kind that could reach a maximum temperature of about 60 degrees.
He struggled unconsciously, wanting to lift his wrist.
But he couldn’t pull it free; it was held firmly down.
Bai Xuci’s breathing quickened slightly. A sense of grievance welled up, but he remained silent.
He just bit his lip hard, trying to distract himself.
“Hot…” He still wanted to lift his wrist, wanting to place it on his forehead.
It was cool; he wanted it.
Fan Yue clicked his tongue softly, reopened the wound on his lip, pulled the person closer, and tilted his head to kiss him.
But just inches away.
He stopped abruptly.
He remembered that unhesitating “I don’t.”
His eyes suddenly dimmed, filled with confusion.
He returned to his original posture, merely cut the back of his hand, and offered it.
Bai Xuci had his eyes closed, but he was still conscious. He smelled a faint scent of blood.
“Ngh…” A breathy sound.
He struggled to open his eyelids, but he already felt the wetness on his lips.
Almost instinctively, Bai Xuci kissed it urgently, the few shreds of reason he had just possessed vanishing instantly.
He extended his tongue to lick, and his other free hand suddenly seemed to gain life, tightly gripping Fan Yue’s arm.
Trying very hard to pull it closer to himself.
His breathing became more ragged.
Fan Yue lowered his eyes to look at the little demon. His expression remained largely unchanged, only indulgingly moving his hand closer.
Small teeth scraped across his skin, quite forcefully.
Wet, soft, and even proactive.
His Adam’s apple rolled unconsciously, feeling his own mouth go dry as well.
It was an hour later when Bai Xuci’s body temperature finally dropped.
When he got off the bed, he looked around the main hall on his own.
Where was Fan Yue…
“Why has he disappeared again?” Bai Xuci frowned slightly, though he wasn’t sure why he was unhappy.
He stood up shakily, holding onto a nearby pillar to steady himself.
What was going on?
Bai Xuci slapped his own face, finally waking himself up a bit.
Was it that little pill?
He lowered his eyes and thought carefully, but didn’t complain much. The other party didn’t seem like the type to deceive people.
At most, his own constitution was just a bit poor.
Bai Xuci looked down at his palm; it was so pale he could see the blood vessels.
“…”
He sighed, then wandered aimlessly around the main hall, wanting to find Fan Yue.
He hadn’t forgotten.
He seemed to have drunk the man’s blood.
Bai Xuci walked to a pillar and leaned against it, looking a bit depressed.
“Why treat me so well? Am I just an amusing little animal to watch?”
“Does he not understand, or does he…”
The main hall was quiet. Bai Xuci stood there alone for a while, then took a deep breath.
He reached out his hand and pointed in a random direction.
Mm, go this way!
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