Sharing a Bed?! (part 2)
He started to shout in his heart: Didn’t see Senior brother, didn’t want to see Senior brother at all, some people don’t be too narcissistic and think too much!
Trying to force Qi Zhuoyu to read his mind.
But the big devil’s mind-reading skills seemed to be selectively online.
Now it’s obviously offline, Qi Zhuoyu looked at him with a “you don’t need to hide that you want to peek at me, it is a common human nature” look.
And slowly opened his mouth, “Senior brother just wants to remind you.”
Qi Zhuoyu knocked on his glass full of fruit juice with chopsticks, leaned in and spoke, his tone calm, as if he was really suggesting, “If not seeing enough, you can record it on the Rivers and Mountains Map, and sneak a peek when you go back at night.”
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Feng Xuan pushed him away expressionlessly, “No need, Senior brother.”
Sneaking a peek at this kind of thing, I will only have nightmares at night, thank you-
After the banquet, the King Begroga also left with Qi Zhuoyu alone for a talk.
In general, Feng Xuan would not participate in such occasions.
It’s not that he’s not allowed to listen.
It’s that he went to listen but couldn’t understand, just like when he was a child sitting on his father god’s lap listening to scriptures.
It could be said that it was a book of heaven. (TL: A metaphor for words that are difficult to read or articles that are difficult to read.)
A maid came up to take Feng Xuan to the palace where he would be staying.
The palace of the Guixu Country was quite large, and from the outside, it looked like three tall and towering round arch walls. The ground was paved with a kind of marble brick that was a specialty of the Guixu Country, smooth and bright, and even reflected people’s shadows when walking on it.
Passing through the corridor full of murals, Feng Xuan curiously looked at the murals.
The maid explained dutifully, using a rather stiff Central Plains language, but it was understandable, “These are the history of our successive kings of the Guixu Country.”
It could be seen.
After all, there were oceans and merchant ships in the pictures on the murals.
Going forward, one could even see schools of fish on the murals.
Among them, at the forefront, there was a beautifully painted carp, jumping towards a huge door. It’s like the legend of the carp leaping over the dragon gate in the mortal world, but this legend had only been heard in the Central Plains, didn’t expect the Nanhai Sea Guixu Country to have it too?
The maid said, “This is the legend of the Guixu Country. A hundred years ago, there was a huge dragon gate in the Nanhai Sea Guixu Country. As long as a carp crossed the dragon gate, it could become a mermaid, and then cultivate from a mermaid to become an immortal.”
Hmm? This is not right.
I’ve heard of mermaids practicing into dragons, but I’ve never heard of fish being able to cultivate into mermaids.
“It is rumored that there was a golden koi, which lost its tail when it was young, leaving only half of its tail, so it was always laughed at by the clan. Later, the Nanhai Sea Demon Realm broke out in war, and the war between immortals and demons lasted for ten years. In one battle, the war god Jingdu Xianjun of the Sanqing Realm accidentally fell into the South Sea and was saved by the koi. Xianjun, in gratitude to the koi, helped it cultivate into an immortal and ranked among the immortals. Since then, people have built the Guixu Country in the Nanhai Sea to commemorate them.”
Oh.
After talking for a long time, this is their country’s origin legend!
Feng Xuan was happy, how come the origin of the Guixu Country is quite a combination of Chinese and Western c?
Both are carp leaping over the dragon gate and cultivating immortals, and they are also disabled but very determined. Just short of being rejected by the princess, and then thirty years in the east of the river and thirty years in the west of the river, don’t bully the young people into poverty! (TL: Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river. Feng shui takes turns, and things in the world are ever-changing, so don’t bully a young man just because he is poor now)
But after he heard it, he forgot.
Generally speaking, this kind of origin legend was fabricated by the rulers to consolidate their power, and there were very few real ones.
After all, gods were not those who wanted to descend to the mortal world. Just destroying a person’s Book of Fate was enough to annihilate.
Not to mention helping mortals create empires, meddling in national destiny, not being struck to death by the Ninth Heaven Profound Thunder was considered lucky for this god.
When he arrived at the sleeping hall, after the maid left, Feng Xuan couldn’t wait to climb into bed and sleep.
Woo, after all, gods have to sleep in bed to be comfortable!!
The bed in the sleeping hall was very big, and it’s different from the Central Plains.
He rolled four or five circles and the sleepiness came.
After all, although there was a bed on the dragon carriage.
But every day on the road flying up and down, where was it comfortable compared to sleeping on the flat ground.
So in a while, Feng Xuan fell asleep.
When he woke up again, he was woken up by the noise in the room.
It was already dark outside, and there was Qi Zhuoyu, whom he didn’t know when he had come back.
When Feng Xuan woke up, he just happened to be sitting in front of the bed.
This familiar action, he almost thought Qi Zhuoyu was going to stuff him with some messy things again.
To be honest, he had already gotten used to it. As long as the big devil went out, he would bring him something back.
It’s like that kind of, large carnivorous beasts raising small animals.
If you don’t get something to eat when you go hunting, it seems that you can’t afford it, and you’re sorry for your wife and children.
It made Qi Zhuoyu irritable for no reason.
So Feng Xuan was even more inexplicably rubbed by Qi Zhuoyu in a violent and chaotic manner, and then heard Qi Zhuoyu’s somewhat strange voice, “I will definitely bring you next time.”
Feng Xuan: ?
No need, Senior brother.
He felt that he had a lot of things that he may not necessarily be able to use in his lifetime.
Moreover, I’m going to die in a year, what do I need so many things for?
Feng Xuan was more concerned about another thing. “Senior brother, what did the king ask you to say, is it going to catch a demon?”
In the past, no matter what Qi Zhuoyu was doing outside, Feng Xuan didn’t care.
But recently, he didn’t know why, even though he knew his cultivation was strong, he always felt that he would encounter some accidents when he was catching demons.
He’s a bit.
Don’t like him getting hurt.
Qi Zhuoyu leaned against the head of the bed, looking relaxed. “It’s not a powerful demon, it’s just a small demon that monopolizes the water source.”
Feng Xuan listened and nodded.
After a while, he seemed to sense something wrong.
Catching the keyword, he hesitated, “A small demon that monopolizes the water source?”
Qi Zhuoyu didn’t speak.
Feng Xuan realized something. “It’s not the water demon we met in the oasis before, is it?”
Qi Zhuoyu looked in a good mood and nodded, “Hmm.”
You! Still! Hmm!
Originally came to the Guixu Country to catch a demon, but on the way here, he killed the water demon.
Feng Xuan felt that his whole person was not good. “Then Senior brother, what should we do now?”
Having caught the demon early, are we going back to the Misty Immortal Mansion now?
“What’s the point of going back to the Misty Immortal Mansion.” Qi Zhuoyu opened his mouth nonchalantly. “That water demon still has a clan, just go and kill one at random and give it to Begroga.”
Water demon: Thank you.
Looking at him, it seemed like he’ll be staying in the Guixu Country for a while.
Feng Xuan knew that this big devil with a full head of mischief definitely didn’t come to catch a demon for such a simple purpose.
But he didn’t want to tell himself.
Feng Xuan didn’t bother to ask him either.
Just thought of another question. “Senior brother, you always kill everywhere like this, aren’t you afraid of being retaliated by the same clan of other fellow demons?”
“What’s there to be afraid of.” Qi Zhuoyu’s tone was very arrogant. “Just kill the whole clan together.”
Feng Xuan muttered. “There are always fish that slip through the net, isn’t this quite dangerous?”
In the cultivation world and the demon world, Feng Xuan was really afraid that he would be killed one day because he went out with his left foot first.
Qi Zhuoyu’s expression changed. “Are you afraid?”
Feng Xuan thought to himself: I’m not afraid. If I die, no big deal, I’ll go back to the Ninth Heaven anyway.
If you die, you’re really dead, big devil!
Qi Zhuoyu looked at him, as if to assure him. “Don’t worry, no one can hurt you. With Senior brother, you can’t even seek death even if you want to.”
After saying that, Qi Zhuoyu turned his head. “Why don’t you speak.”
Feng Xuan: “…”
It’s poisonous, isn’t it.
You’re talking sweet nothings to your Dao companion, not threatening, right?
Tired.
Too lazy to argue with the stinky straight man.
The bed prepared by Begroga was very large, and Feng Xuan got up for a while and was sleepy again.
Before falling asleep, he found that Qi Zhuoyu had no intention of sleeping, but was standing by the bed.
In the next second, he glanced around the room and knew why.
Although he usually shared a room with the big devil, the rooms in the Central Plains used to have a beauty couch.
Qi Zhuoyu always rested on the beauty couch.
The room layout of the Guixu Country did not have this habit, resulting in only a few hard chairs in the bedroom besides the bed.
Although I just heard the big devil’s tough talk-style guarantee.
But rounding up, it’s barely considered that he’s talking sweet nothings.
Letting him stand in the room all night like this, wouldn’t it be a bit bad?
…I feel that the big devil’s love poison should be completely healed today.
And even when his love poison broke out, he didn’t seem to do anything excessive to himself.
Thinking of this, Feng Xuan was startled.
Qi Zhuoyu wouldn’t have any hidden diseases, would he?
“If you keep thinking about it, I’ll confiscate all your snacks.” Qi Zhuoyu suddenly spoke with a headache.
Feng Xuan’s brain stopped instantly!
After a while, Qi Zhuoyu thought he was asleep.
The little ancestor stretched out a hand from the quilt again, tugging at his hem.
Only a pair of eyes were exposed, round like apricots.
He invited sincerely, “Senior brother. I think this bed is quite big, why don’t you sleep on the other side?”
Anyway, it’s not like I haven’t squeezed a nap on a chair this morning.
Who knew, after Feng Xuan finished speaking, the room became eerily quiet for a few seconds.
The next second, he felt Qi Zhuoyu completely topple over, pinching his cheek, and the grass and peach scent were mixed together.
Feng Xuan didn’t dare to breathe.
Then he heard Qi Zhuoyu speak, because he was so close, he could even hear the vibration of his chest when he spoke.
“I think it’s necessary to remind you again.”
Qi Zhuoyu twisted his wrist, his peach blossom eyes darkened a few points, warning dangerously, “Senior brother is a man, not a dead person.”
