Ye Changyuan stopped chanting the spell, grasping Xie Qinghan's chin, his eyes filled with interest.
Xie Qinghan's gaze darkened as he remembered the antidote from that day. He glared at him, "...... What you left me back then wasn't the antidote?"
"Ye Changyuan tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and smiled: 'You could say it's half an antidote. The cold poison in your body won't act up on the night of the full moon anymore, but as long as I want, I can make it flare up anytime, anywhere.'"
Of course, squinty-eyed people are always trouble.
"You ...... are despicable and shameless!"
"If I weren't despicable and shameless, how could I be a villain? I'm a thoroughly charming villain, after all."
Xie Qinghan fell silent. He had thought that after spending those days together, Ye Changyuan would at least give him the full antidote.
Now, it seemed that those happy times grooming him were ultimately a mistake.
"Haha, Jian fangjun, did you really think that after a few days together, I would develop a friendship with you and give up such a perfect chance to control you?"
Xie Qinghan: …I really thought that.
Seeing Xie Qinghan looking like he'd been caught out, Ye Changyuan slowly lowered his head, getting close enough that their noses nearly touched, and looked at him with pity, "Tsk, you're so naive."
Damn it! My fists are clenched.
If he weren’t immobilized, he would have made Ye Changyuan cry.
Xie Qinghan turned his head away, pouting, "You tricked me."
In his mind, he complained to 233, "Little Tongzi,, I worked so hard grooming him. Even if I didn't earn merit, I put in the effort. He should have at least given me the antidote."
233: "I’ve never seen such a naive host like you."
Xie Qinghan: "..."
The man in front of him had delicate, gentle features, slightly red eyes, and puffed cheeks. He wasn't looking at him, clearly annoyed.
Maybe he had bullied him too much.
Ye Changyuan found it a bit cute.
But it was frustrating that Xie Qinghan refused to talk to him.
He deliberately asked, "What do you think will happen if Wen Xueya finds out that the person he hates and the person he likes are the same person?"
Xie Qinghan trembled and looked at him.
Damn, Ye Changyuan isn't a wolf; he's a dog. A dog with husky genes!
Wen Xueya hates people who toy with his feelings. If he found out that He Mian and Xie Qinghan were the same person, he'd go crazy and probably use a knife to bleed him out.
Xie Qinghan, suddenly fearful, said with difficulty, "Can you…not tell him?"
Ye Changyuan, amused, replied, "Oh? Is that how you ask for a favor?"
Xie Qinghan’s expression turned cold, "Then what do you want?"
Ye Changyuan laughed and touched his cheek with his fingertips, blinking his eyes. "Well, my request isn't too much. Just kiss me once, and I won't tell him."
Xie Qinghan tried to negotiate, "Can we change it to something else?"
"Hmm, call me 'good brother.'"
Xie Qinghan gritted his teeth. Calling him 'good brother' wouldn't hurt. Friends in modern times call each other 'dad' all the time.
He quickly decided, "Good brother, good brother, good brother, good brother, good brother."
Ye Changyuan responded cheerfully, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, good boy."
System 233, observing: What kind of ridiculous pair are these two?
Ye Changyuan casually said, "Actually, Wen Xueya won’t find out. He's already dead!"
Good brother my ass! He's lying again.
"Just kidding. I can take you to see him one last time." Ignoring Xie Qinghan’s anger, Ye Changyuan picked him up and carried him out of the room.
The two moved through the distant night, and in the distance, a flickering fire illuminated the night sky.
Ye Changyuan stopped, stared at that place, squinted his eyes, and whispered, "Three... Two... One... Bang!"
At the same time, a huge explosion suddenly occurred in the distance, the flames burned bigger, and the sky-high flames licked the dark night.
The location was precisely Yutian Peak, where Sect Master Zhu Dongfeng resided.
Xie Qinghan instinctively clenched his fists and asked, "What's going on there?"
Ye Changyuan replied smugly, "How about it? I personally planted those explosives. Isn't the fire beautiful? Though it won't kill Zhu Dongfeng, it will definitely make him furious."
"If he's unhappy, then I'm happy."
Xie Qinghan sensed something unusual and cautiously asked, "Do you have a grudge against Zhu Dongfeng?"
"Thirteen years ago, a single order to exterminate demons wiped out thirty thousand members of the Lingnan Silver Wolf Clan. My parents perished in the flames, and my younger brother fell into the abyss."
The more Ye Changyuan spoke, the harder it was for him to control his anger. His voice was light, despite the intense fury.
"I'd love to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin!"
He closed his eyes, recalling the overwhelming sea of fire, the mountains of corpses, and the rivers of blood.
The festive red decorations were burned to ash, and the red silk was consumed by fire.
A blood-soaked youth knelt on the ground, eyes hollow, face haggard and emaciated. "Brother, it was I who let the wolf into our home, who misjudged him and brought this upon you."
"It's all my fault. Why did I save him? Why did I fall in love with him?"
"It's my fault, my fault. I doomed you all. Why wasn't it me who died?" he cried out in despair.
Ye Changyuan could only hold his brother tightly and comfort him, "It's not your fault, Ayun. It's that bastard who didn't appreciate you, who had eyes but couldn't see, who chose to harm you!"
"But, brother, it hurts so much inside. I loved him so much... and he wanted to kill me..."
Tears cut a clear path through the bloodstains on the youth's face.
Ye Changyuan still remembered the way his brother trembled in his arms.
Who could have imagined that by chance, a youth saved a handsome man and fell in love, only for that man to lead cultivators to bathe the wedding hall in blood on their wedding day.
Xie Qinghan winced from the pain of Ye Changyuan's unconscious grip and cautiously asked, "Are you... okay?"
Ye Changyuan opened his eyes, composed himself, and said calmly, "Sorry for hurting you. Let's go."
...
Two streams of spiritual power clashed, surging like waves and causing the trees to sway.
As the dust settled, Wen Xueya was thrown against a tree, barely coming to a stop.
He could almost feel his ribs breaking and piercing his lungs. He coughed up a mouthful of blood as he slowly climbed to his feet.
Nan Gongling's pale face looked ghostly in the moonlight, his lips red as pomegranates. He held an iron fan with fingers stained purple, exuding an eerie, seductive aura.
"If you beg for mercy now, kowtow a few times, and ask me to take you as my male pet, I'll spare your life."
A small cut appeared on his pale cheek, blood flowing down.
Sensing it, Wen Xueya raised a finger to wipe away the blood. He stuck out his tongue to lick the blood from his fingertip, his beautiful eyes narrowing slightly.
Sparks crackled in his blood, burning all the way through.
He seemed to be standing alone in the Colosseum again, facing a ferocious beast with sharp fangs.
He stood in the Colosseum for the first time when he was seven years old. So far, there has never been a more desperate moment than that time.
His eyes were filled with a reckless ferocity, grinning to reveal a canine tooth, like a savage beast.
Wen Xueya's crimson eyes were overflowing with killing intent, and the air around suddenly changed. Vines twisted and sprawled from the ground like relentless souls, entwining around Nangong Ling.
Nangong Ling coldly snorted, "Stubborn to the end."
The iron fan flew from his hand, spinning like a dart to cut through all the vines. His figure left a phantom in place as he dashed to Wen Xueya's side to catch the fan.
Pressing a mechanism, the iron fan suddenly transformed into a sharp sword, aiming for Wen Xueya's heart.
Wen Xueya dodged the fatal strike by turning aside, but the sword pierced his shoulder, staining his snowy white neck and half of his beautiful face with blood.
Nangong Ling's other hand slapped toward Wen Xueya's chest.
He thought Wen Xueya would be afraid.
But unexpectedly, Wen Xueya wore a nervous smile on his face, a strange laughter escaping his lips as he disregarded the sword on his shoulder and moved closer.
The distance between them closed rapidly!
The dagger gleamed coldly, slicing through the air toward Nangong Ling's eyes.
This man was a reckless madman!
"You bloody lunatic!" Nangong Ling realized in that instant, quickly retracting the iron fan and stepping back.
But Wen Xueya relentlessly pursued, clearly intent on not just blinding him but more.
Ye Changyuan had just arrived and shouted loudly, "Wait!"
When Wen Xueya heard this, the dagger withdrew its momentum and rested against Nangong Ling's neck, drawing a shallow trace of blood.
He was so close; just a fraction more and he could have slit the man's neck open...
What a pity.
Blood trickled down Wen Xueya's forehead, obscuring his vision as he glanced in that direction.
Two men stood on the treetops.
In front was He Mian.
He looked so handsome under the moonlight, and he liked him so much.
He wasn't injured; that was good.
It's just that he is now covered in blood, too dirty, too messy.
Would Brother He dislike him for this?
He shifted his gaze backward and saw the man behind He Mian.
Ye Changyuan held He Mian's arms behind his back with one hand and pinched He Mian's delicate and fair chin with the other.
Ye Changyuan lightly blew on He Mian's pink earlobe and glanced at Wen Xueya.
Full of provocation.
Wen Xueya's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole.
This ugly man deserved to die!
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