But he had mastered the paper man substitution technique, occasionally even creating a few small paper people to massage his shoulders and knead his legs, then sitting upright to frantically copy homework on the last night of the holiday.
He worked so hard that even the teaching elder was a bit shocked.
They thought that Feng Xuan was going to participate in some secret realm competition after the New Year, so he was eager to improve his cultivation.
Upon hearing this, Feng Xuan thought to himself that it would be good if he still had a life after the New Year.
Forget about the secret realm competition, there’s no need to wait until after the New Year, the whole world is going to be destroyed by the big devil.
Feng Xuan had no choice but to deny the teaching elder’s question.
In fact, he was just a salted fish, he himself couldn’t explain why he had recently started to think about working a little harder, as if he was bewitched.
Probably, possibly, just a little bit.
The big devil was actually quite good to him, if he really rebelled and was hunted down by the Immortal Sect, he could also play a bit of the spirit of brotherly love and help him a little.
So Feng Xuan just went to class during the day and slept at night, passing the time peacefully.
During this period, he also saw Qi Zhuoyu a few times.
But he didn’t know if the big devil had completely become a villain.
Now he was getting more and more fond of appearing in the middle of the night, and after returning home he would just fall asleep on the beauty couch without saying a word.
Sometimes when he came back, his murderous aura was very heavy, as if he was about to kill the whole world in the next second.
Qi Zhuoyu would inexplicably come to lie on his bed, fortunately the bed was big enough, not crowded with him sleeping on it.
The first time Qi Zhuoyu lay on his bed, Feng Xuan was startled.
He thought that he had finally gone mad and was going to destroy the bird with his own hands, not even sparing this little bird baby who was only seventeen hundred years old.
But after Qi Zhuoyu lay down, he just held him and slept, like a violent yet gentle large beast, burying his head in his neck.
As if he was drawing some kind of energy, Feng Xuan couldn’t help but wonder if he had gone out to research some kind of male fox spirit’s method of absorbing human essence?
And because he was so close, Feng Xuan could smell the scent of blood on him.
He always wore dark-colored robes recently, so even if he was injured, no one would notice.
Feng Xuan opened his robe and saw the crisscrossing, bone-deep wounds on his chest.
Qi Zhuoyu didn’t do any treatment at all, just let the wounds stay on his body, so he could still see the demonic energy flowing in his torn flesh.
Oh.
So he’s been going to the Demon Realm to cause trouble recently.
He wondered why there was no movement in the Misty Immortal Mansion.
Thinking of the Book of Fate, Qi Zhuoyu had unified the twelve demon tribes of the Chaotic Sea Demon Realm.
Could it be that he had subdued them all in this short month? It’s not impossible to think about it, after all, the big devil, is just so ‘defied the laws of nature’.
Feng Xuan saw his wounds, the deeper they were, the less they were treated.
He really didn’t know what kind of masochistic pervert he was.
He really wanted to bite Qi Zhuoyu to death, and then he really bit him hard on his chin.
After biting, Feng Xuan regretted it.
Goodness, wouldn’t it wake up this perverted lunatic and then this god would die back to the Ninth Heavens in advance.jpg
But no, Qi Zhuoyu was sleeping very deeply, just like he was dead.
Feng Xuan was also silent, then touched the wound he had bitten out.
It seemed that Qi Zhuoyu was really tired, he didn’t wake up even after being tossed around like this.
Feng Xuan looked at him for a while, then gathered spiritual power in both hands, slowly healing the wounds on Qi Zhuoyu’s body bit by bit.
The next day at the hour of Mao, Qi Zhuoyu woke up on time. (TL: 5 am-7am)
Feng Xuan had to admire his self-discipline, the King of Internal Scrolls was the King of Internal Scrolls, he could get up early every day and persist in getting up to destroy the world.
It wasn’t strange that Qi Zhuoyu woke up, what was strange was that Feng Xuan also woke up.
This person who wouldn’t get up until the hour of Si, don’t tell him he suddenly understood the truth that the early bird catches the worm. (TL: 9 am-11 am)
Of course, Feng Xuan didn’t understand, he just took out a set of white horizontal silk from his small bag when Qi Zhuoyu was getting dressed, the kind that was so white it couldn’t be whiter, without even a dark pattern.
As long as there was a little bit of blood on it, people could see it at a glance.
“Senior brother, wear this.”
Qi Zhuoyu raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
What are you looking at, big devil, is it strange for him to buy a couple of sets of clothes for his Dao companion?
Qi Zhuoyu didn’t say anything, he just changed into the clothes he had prepared.
“And this.”
Feng Xuan thought for a moment and then took off his small bag, and then hung it on the belt around Qi Zhuoyu’s waist.
He had picked and chosen all kinds of trauma and hemostatic medicines last night and put them in the small bag.
Although it looked very discordant for the big devil going to the Demon Realm with such a small brocade bag hanging around his waist, it destroyed his arrogant, cool and domineering villain image, and Feng Xuan even thought that the big devil might take off the small bag and throw it on the ground in the next second.
But Qi Zhuoyu didn’t.
He just stared at him for a long time with a look that Feng Xuan couldn’t understand at all.
Then he laughed, suddenly pinched Feng Xuan’s cheek.
Feng Xuan was pinched by him and it hurt a bit, he frowned, was about to cry out in pain, but because he was too close to Qi Zhuoyu, he saw the clear bite mark on his chin.
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Qi Zhuoyu spoke, and with a good hand feel, he pinched twice harder.
“Next time you want to sneak a kiss on Senior brother at night, remember to aim better.”
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After that day, Feng Xuan started counting the days.
Seeing that the time for Qi Zhuoyu’s defection on the Book of Fate was getting closer and closer, he also started to get a bit nervous.
From a salted fish that goes to class every day.
He became a salted fish that goes to class nervously every day.
All in all, Feng Xuan’s life didn’t change much.
Even on the day of the defection, he wasn’t nervous at all.
It’s like always waiting for something to happen, and when it really happens, it’s actually relaxing.
He sat in the Shangqing Academy reminding himself all day, fearing that he would hear Qi Zhuoyu’s news as soon as he went out, but there was nothing all day.
Not only was there no news of the defection, but there was also no news of Qi Zhuoyu.
Feng Xuan had a question mark over his head.
What’s going on, wasn’t it agreed in the Book of Fate that it would be this day?
He had a vague feeling that something was not quite right.
In fact, this feeling of unease, he had a bit of a sense of it when Qi Zhuoyu said several times that he wouldn’t kill him.
But Feng Xuan always firmly believed in the saying “the fate of the Book of Fate cannot be violated”, and directly turned a deaf ear to the big devil’s words.
Anyway, when the time comes, what should happen will definitely happen.
But Feng Xuan waited for a day and didn’t wait for Qi Zhuoyu.
Instead, on the way back from the Shangqing Academy to the Zhujian Xiaozhu, he waited for the Siming Xingjun.
Very good. This scene is strangely familiar.
Siming Xingjun, did you develop a habit of ambushing people halfway after you descended to the mortal world?
Now that he’s posing as the founding ancestor of the Misty Immortal Mansion, no one finds it strange to see him anywhere.
He still respectfully saluted Feng Xuan with the etiquette of the Ninth Heaven, and called out, “Your Highness.”
Feng Xuan had a strange premonition, he always felt that Siming coming to find him now must not be a good thing.
The fact proved that his premonition was accurate, Siming got straight to the point, and in the next second, a thin Book of Fate appeared in his hand.
This was a Book of Fate that Feng Xuan had never seen before.
Siming said, “This is Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate.”
Siming’s tone was serious, “Your Highness, what can you see from his Book of Fate?”
Feng Xuan stared at it for a while, and exclaimed, “It’s worthy of being the Book of Fate of the pride of heaven, even the light is much brighter than ordinary people.”
It’s not that he’s deliberately showing off his husband in a shocking way, the big devil’s Book of Fate is really exaggerated.
If it weren’t for the barrier here, I guess the whole Misty Immortal Mansion could see his shining Book of Fate.
And, he felt that Siming’s request was unreasonable.
With this dazzling light, what could he see?
You want to be a riddle man and don’t want to say it, right?
Feng Xuan said that he was best at dealing with this kind of riddle man.
But Siming didn’t drag his feet, but continued to get straight to the point.
He pointed out Qi Zhuoyu’s unpredictable Book of Fate, his expression even more serious:
“Your Highness. Qi Zhuoyu’s Book of Fate is changing.”
“The fate of killing his wife to achieve enlightenment has disappeared from his Book of Fate.”
