" Xie Ji, I don't know how to love." Lu Xunji's voice trembled, very low, as if he was crying uncontrollably, and could only speak in a breathy voice, "But I really tried so hard to express my love for you, I tried my best to make you feel my love, but you don't want it, Xie Ji, you don't want my love."
Xie Ji: "..."
So pitiful, such a stark contrast.
He was such a strong person, he didn't take anyone seriously, he could do anything, and everyone could only look up to him and admire his dazzling brilliance.
Now, holding him, she cried like a lost child.
"No..." Xie Ji took a deep breath. "No, I don't want to."
Lu Xunji raised her eyes and looked at him in the night. His purplish-red eyes were filled with tears, like washed crystals, clear and beautiful, extremely deceptive.
"I like it." Xie Ji squinted, sweat mixed with tears streaming down his face. Perhaps because of the pain, a vibrant color appeared at the corner of his eye, contrasting beautifully with the blond hair clinging to his cheek, making him so stunning that it was impossible to look away.
Lu Xunji lowered his head and kissed him reverently.
If it weren't for the intense pain, Xie Ji would have genuinely thought Lu Xunji was some kind of harmless, pretty Little Black.
Lu Xunji raised his eyes and observed Xie Ji's expression under the moonlight, waiting for an opportunity to act.
"Don't, don't cry." Xie Ji took a moment to adjust, then raised her hand to wipe away his tears with her sleeve. "I like you, I like you, and I didn't mean to play with you. I just don't know how to have a relationship, after all, I've never been in a relationship before. If you think I haven't done anything right, you can tell me... Tonight, tonight like this, I'm willing too, um, baby, lower your head, I'll kiss you... I'll kiss you..."
Lu Xunji cried again, her eyes red at the corners, and tears streamed down her face as she blinked her purplish-red eyes.
Xie Ji: "..."
Why are you still crying?
Who's heartbroken?
Unfortunately, Lu Xunji cried miserably, but he had no intention of letting him off easily. He was already angry, and coupled with his inexplicable illness, this first time almost killed Xie Ji.
Xie Ji later cried with trembling lips, and Lu Xunji even forced him to say those vulgar things.
Lu Xunji had a habit of saying explicit and cheesy love words in bed, not only saying them himself but also forcing Xie Ji to say them as well.
"Say it... you!" Xie Ji's cat claws left several red marks on his body, and he gritted his teeth in resentment. "I've been reduced to this state by you, uh, what am I supposed to say!"
Lu Xunji hugged him, resting his chin gently on his shoulder. "You can curse like that, why can't you just say 'comfortable'? Little Kitty Baby, say it, please? Please, I want to hear it."
He chuckled softly as he breathed heavily, kicking Xie Ji's leg with ease, enough to drive Xie Ji to the brink of collapse.
Afterwards, Xie Ji said a lot of things that he was too ashamed to think about. He just broke down and cried, biting the Lu Xunji up, and said hatefully, "I hate Nantong!"
Lu Xunji laughed, hugging him as he laughed.
As dawn broke, Xie Ji finally closed his eyes, utterly exhausted.
In a daze, he felt Lu Xunji's gentle, comforting kisses on his forehead and eyelashes, and the warm, damp towel slowly wiping away the sweat from his face and body.
Xie Ji slightly opened his eyes and, in the morning light, saw Lu Xunji's cool and aloof features. His deep purple eyes were lowered as he looked at him intently.
No matter how stubborn he is now, it seems he can no longer deceive himself into believing he's straight. He likes Lu Xunji; after all, with someone who looks like that and is constantly chasing after him and wooing him, it would be very difficult for a normal person to resist.
"Does it hurt?" Lu Xunji, having eaten and drunk his fill, hadn't completely abandoned his humanity and still remembered to ask him if it hurt.
Xie Ji pursed his lips.
The worst pain had passed. Apart from the initial blow, most of the time it was within his tolerance range; otherwise, he wouldn't have let Lu Xunji act recklessly for so long.
Xie Ji raised his finger and gently stroked Lu Xunji's eyebrows and eyes, then sighed softly, "Tired."
Lu Xunji lowered his head and nuzzled his chin. "Go to sleep, baby. I'll ask for a day off for you."
Xie Ji remained silent for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice, "I haven't attended many classes since the start of the semester, and my homeroom teacher has almost deducted all my participation points."
"It's alright," Lu Xunji replied.
Xie Ji raised an eyebrow slightly. "Do you think you can get the homeroom teacher to not deduct my participation points?"
"No." Lu Xunji chuckled and helped him button up his shirt. "But if you fail a course due to your participation grade, I can help you retake it."
Xie Ji rolled his eyes and didn't say anything more.
Lu Xunji took the clothes into the bathroom, Xie Ji seemed to remember something and felt a little worried.
He ultimately took this step, interfering in Lu Xunji's destiny without knowing what his fate was like.
This gave Xie Ji a very bad feeling.
Those who work in this field often have very accurate intuition.
However, now that things have come to this point, Xie Ji has no intention of having any regrets.
He could only try to restore his computing power as quickly as possible. If he could see Lu Xunji's destiny chart sooner, he might be able to avoid the factor that made him uneasy.
Xie Ji closed his eyes, remembering that Lu Xunji had already arranged leave for him, so he could at least get a good night's sleep for a long time. He then went to the system space and drew a bunch of Divine Sense Fruit.
The memories within those Divine Sense Fruit were numerous and chaotic, but perhaps because Xie Ji had consumed many Divine Sense Fruit, today's memories were not like the scattered fragments of the past, but rather a relatively complete and long dream.
-
It was that familiar pear tree again, but this time the person lying on it, although still with clear and bright features, looked much younger and more innocent than the golden-haired immortal later on. He had his hair tied in a high ponytail, his legs casually crossed, and the wine gourd at his waist swayed incessantly.
The black-haired, purple-eyed boy looked up, scrutinizing the person in the tree with suspicion.
"Immortal Venerable Ji Qing," a respectful voice of a celestial attendant said, "This is the young Divine Venerable Di Mang. Divine Venerable Bai Ze has been traveling abroad and has not yet returned. The Emperor wishes to entrust him to your care."
Upon hearing this Ji Qing sat up, propping his chin up as he looked at the boy, who was dressed entirely in black and seemed completely out of place in the entire immortal Immortal Realm.
"Me, take him?" Ji Qing said angrily, "Why? I'm still a child! That damned Bai Ze, he messed around in the mortal realm, and now he's caused a death, and I have to clean up his mess!"
The celestial attendant nudged the black-robed youth. "The Emperor's meaning is that we just need to keep an eye on him and prevent him from running around and offending the celestial lords. After all, he grew up in a place like the Zhouhuang and is already a hundred years old. He has been tainted by demonic energy and is certainly difficult to discipline."
Ji Qing chuckled and jumped down from the tree, circling the celestial attendant twice. Looking down at the purple-eyed youth, he sneered, "Your Emperor is quite bold indeed. Who doesn't know that I, Ji Qing of Qingqiu, am the most unruly person in the Immortal Realm? Sending a little troublemaker to a big troublemaker, isn't your Emperor afraid I'll take him and turn the Heavenly Palace upside down? Bai Ze gave birth to a child, and Bai Ze doesn't want to raise it himself, so he dumps it on me. I won't raise it either!"
The celestial attendant bowed respectfully to Ji Qing, saying, "Your Majesty's meaning is that although Immortal Venerable Ji Qing is unruly, the young deity has endured over a hundred years of hardship in the Zhouhuang, making him tough and resilient. Now that he has returned to the Immortal Realm, he will inevitably suffer some hardship to learn his lesson. From this day forward, whether it is Immortal Venerable Ji Qing or the young deity who has caused trouble, the young deity Di Mang will bear the consequences."
Ji Qing's smiling face suddenly darkened, and he stared intently at the newcomer.
The celestial attendant took another step back. "This is all the Emperor's will."
Ji Qing snorted coldly, "Your Emperor is truly amusing, threatening me with a child who's only a hundred years old."
"Immortal Venerable Ji Qing is the most soft-hearted person."
"The Emperor's meaning is that if even Ji Qing Venerable Jiqing won't accept him, then let him return to the Zhouhuang."
Ji Qing remained silent, silently taking a sip of wine from the gourd, then waved his hand at the immortal servant. "This immortal venerable understands. You may leave."
The fairy servant wasn't annoyed by Ji Qing's scolding. He bowed respectfully to fulfill his duty and quickly withdrew.
Like an emotionless messenger.
This is Di Mang's first major impact on the Immortal Realm.
The entire Immortal Realm was a vast expanse of white, even the clouds on the horizon had no color, pure white and untouched by a speck of dust. The immortals and gods seemed to have no emotions in their eyes, like replicated machines of rules.
Ji Qing glanced at him, sighed, and said, " Di Mang, is that right?"
Di Mang nodded and replied in a low voice, "Yes."
"From now on, you are mine." Ji Qing stroked his chin thoughtfully and said, "Little Di Mang, I heard you grew up in the Zhouhuang, which is the land of the Demon Clan, extremely dangerous. How could you, the descendant of a divine beast, survive so long in that place? I heard you're almost the young master of the Demon Clan? If you ask me, that old geezer, Emperor Zun, is just too stubborn and inflexible. If you were to live like that for another two years, wouldn't you become the Lord of the Demon Realm? At that time, would our Immortal Realm still need to fight with the Demon Realm here and there every day? We could just unify the Demon Realm and last for eternity!"
Di Mang thought for a moment, then said, "No."
Ji Qing: "Hmm?"
Di Mang remained calm, flicked his sleeves, and unceremoniously sat down on the chessboard under the tree. "To ascend to the throne of Demon Lord, one must pass through the Blood-Washing Pool to verify one's bloodline. I failed and was almost swarmed and devoured by the demons. Fortunately, the blood of a divine beast had some deterrent effect on the demon race, and I barely escaped to seek help from the Immortal Realm."
Ji Qing exclaimed "Wow!" and pulled out two juicy, thin-skinned, and plump pears from who-knows-where. Holding one in one hand and munching on it, he handed one to Di Mang with the other, his face full of smug satisfaction. He shamelessly commented, "So that's it, you didn't pass the political review, huh? How exciting! And then what?"
"..." Di Mang turned his eyes, took the pear, seemingly unsure how to use it. He observed Ji Qing for a long time before imitating Ji Qing and taking a big bite.
The sweet juice filled his mouth, Di Mang's eyes lit up, but he remained very restrained, only taking bites of the pear without stopping.
"And so I am here. The Emperor verified my identity and said I am a descendant of Bai Ze and Lu Shu," Di Mang said slowly.
"You're something else, kid." Ji Qing patted Di Mang on the back. "After the birth of two divine beasts, you actually infiltrated the Demon Realm for a hundred years! And you almost became the Demon Realm's boss!"
Di Mang's eyes rolled back from the slap, and he bent over coughing violently, but he didn't spit out the pear in his mouth.
Di Mang forced a smile and said, "Thank you, I just found out too."
"..."
Ji Qing quickly turned back and gently stroked his back. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh dear, I lost my strength and forgot you're still a hundred-year-old baby."
He lowered his head and gently patted Di Mang's back to help him breathe. His golden high ponytail slid down from his side, draped over Di Mang's shoulder, and became tangled with his hair.
A dazzling, vibrant gold.
Di Mang: "..."
That was the only color that Di Mang saw in the Immortal Realm.
-
"There is a beast on Mount Dongwang, named Bai Ze." Ji Qing held up a portrait of Bai Ze and brought it close to Di Mang: "If someone asks you in the future, 'What page is your father on in the Classic of Mountains and Seas?' you can tell him, 'On the first page.'"
Di Mang: "..."
" The Classic of Mountains and Seas says that the Bai Ze is a beast of wisdom throughout history, understanding the feelings of all things and knowing the affairs of ghosts and gods. No wonder you are so smart; you must have inherited it from your father." Ji Qing sat under the pear tree and said earnestly, "But don't be fooled by these things. Your father is actually a shameless old man who doesn't spare either men or women. However, divine beasts of the Bai Ze's level are naturally difficult to have offspring. I'm really surprised that you were born."
"... I was surprised too." Di Mang picked up the tea, slowly took a sip, frowned, and found it bitter.
But he was very pretentious. He was used to pretending in the demon realm, never showing his emotions, and didn't want others to figure out his preferences. So he patiently took two more sips and finished the small cup of tea before going to get Ji Qing's wine gourd.
He had always thought that Ji Qing's gourd contained wine, but now he realized that it actually contained pear water boiled with fairy spring water, which was sweet and refreshing and very delicious.
Ji Qing has a low alcohol tolerance and gets drunk, causing all sorts of drunken antics. However, he likes to carry around a gourd to show off, which he can only fill with pear juice. When others ask, he pretends to say that it contains aged, thousand-year-old pear blossom wine. In reality, from the time the pear blossom syrup is boiled to the time it is drunk by Ji Qing, it takes no more than a day.
"Hey, stop just drinking water! Are you thirsty?" Ji Qing smacked Bai Ze's portrait with a pear wood pointer. "You little mouth!"
Di Mang pursed his lips.
Ji Qing tapped twice more. "Little mouth!"
Di Mang, having reached his limit, had no choice but to comply. "Shut up."
It felt like all the vitality of the entire Immortal Realm was concentrated in Ji Qing; he was so vivid that it became somewhat abstract.
"Ah, good child." Ji Qing, satisfied, pulled out another portrait: "Now let's meet your mother—"
The person in the portrait has a face like a peach blossom and a body like a willow, exuding charm and captivating beauty.
But that's not a problem. Anyone who catches the eye of that lecherous old man Bai Ze must be exceptionally beautiful. Bai Ze has always been meticulous in his selections, and he has never made a mistake.
The problem is that no matter how beautiful the person in the portrait is, it's still very obvious that he is a man.
Ji Qing hurriedly flipped through the Classic of Mountains and Seas: "Could something have gone wrong? Honey, wait a minute, let me check the lesson plans."
"No need to search anymore." Di Mang put the empty gourd back. "It's Lu Shu."
"Its shape resembles a horse with a white head, its markings resemble a tiger with a red tail, its cry is like a ballad, its name is Lu Shu, wearing it brings good fortune to one's descendants."