After Being Preached by my Senior Martial Brother

After all, in his heart, Qi Zhuoyu was the type who was arrogant to no end. Expecting him to reflect on his own mistakes was like expecting the sun to rise from the west.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking.

He heard Qi Zhuoyu’s voice, holding his hand, hoarsely saying, “I’m sorry.”

Feng Xuan was stunned.

Qi Zhuoyu looked at him. “I won’t do it again in the future.”

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Huh?

Wait.

Feng Xuan’s original intention in saying all this wasn’t really to make him apologize, he just wanted to act up a little.

Moreover, what shocked him more was that Qi Zhuoyu’s dictionary actually contained the words “I’m sorry”?

He thought he was the type with a super villain mentality of “If I don’t like you, you die; if you don’t like me, you also die”.

And Qi Zhuoyu’s current teenage face was really unfair.

When apologizing humbly, there was inexplicably a hint of grievance and innocence, giving Feng Xuan the illusion of bullying a child.

Qi Zhuoyu suddenly changed his tone. “But this time, I still have to settle accounts with you.”

Feng Xuan: ? How do you change faces faster than turning pages?

Qi Zhuoyu snorted coldly, then started to remove Feng Xuan’s outer clothes.

The sudden action caught Feng Xuan off guard, and he hesitantly spoke, “Your Highness. Is this what you meant by settling accounts?”

Qi Zhuoyu looked at him, laughed, and said sinisterly, “Are you scared?”

Ah well.

It’s not exactly fear.

Feng Xuan silently said, “I don’t think this is appropriate.”

Qi Zhuoyu asked in confusion. “What’s inappropriate about it? Aren’t you a demon? Don’t you need to absorb essence? I’ve never seen such a lazy and unambitious demon.”

If you want to settle accounts, then settle accounts.

Why engage in personal attacks out of nowhere?

Also, is there a possibility.

That he’s not a demon, but a divine race?

Feng Xuan said softly. “I just think you’re too young.”

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Who knew Qi Zhuoyu would fall silent for a moment, then sneer. “Young?”

His gaze was cold, his smile equally chilling.

From his tone, Feng Xuan felt that the big devil might have misunderstood his meaning, and had a premonition that after this misunderstanding, he would suffer.

Just as he was about to explain, Qi Zhuoyu unhesitatingly kissed him, sealing his lips.

Qi Zhuoyu’s words also disappeared into their intertwined breaths, his laughter a bit coarse.

“Whether I’m small or not, you little demon can find out for yourself.”

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Qi Zhuoyu originally thought Feng Xuan was a demon.

According to the common understanding of demons, most demons who engage in intercourse with humans do so to absorb essence, to nourish themselves. In simple terms, they use men as cultivation cauldrons, and after cultivation, at least half a life would be lost.

If it were an ordinary person, no matter how stunningly beautiful Feng Xuan was.

The moment they knew he was a demon, they would probably have kept their distance.

But Qi Zhuoyu wasn’t an ordinary person, he was a madman.

The life that others cherished was something he could casually squander.

So the moment he rolled into bed with Feng Xuan.

Qi Zhuoyu was prepared to be drained, it didn’t matter what Feng Xuan wanted to get from him, as long as he would stay by his side.

And he could indeed feel.

Feng Xuan was different from ordinary people.

Beyond the physical entanglement, he seemed to have a stranger sensation.

As if some familiar power had opened his sea of consciousness, even their souls becoming intertwined.

Qi Zhuoyu felt his consciousness seemingly floating in mid-air.

Then he came to a desolate sea of consciousness, which could also be called a real sea, with snow falling on its surface.

In the center of this sea, there was a very small piece of land.

On the land seemed to grow a huge divine Wutong tree, and perched on the divine tree was a fluffy ball.

Although Qi Zhuoyu had never seen Feng Xuan’s true form.

At this moment, he inexplicably believed that this was Feng Xuan’s original appearance.

He looked closer.

He couldn’t tell what breed of chicken it was, but it was strangely cute.

Qi Zhuoyu instinctively reached out to touch it.

Then he felt a overwhelming surge of divine power.

At first, he thought this was the magic demons used to absorb essence.

But after he woke up, not only did he not feel any lack of energy or weakness, but he felt swept clean of the fatigue and pain from the past few days, and even his mood was less irritable. In short, it didn’t seem at all like he had been drained of essence.

If he felt carefully, he could even glimpse a faint stirring of spiritual power within himself.

Not only that, when he touched Feng Xuan’s true form.

He seemed to see many memories in Feng Xuan’s primordial spirit that should belong to himself, but were unfamiliar.

Those fragmented images, as if scrambled, were stuffed into his mind during their Shenjiao.

The images included sword-riding cultivators, brightly lit human empires, ethereal divine palaces of the White Jade Capital, and the demon realm of the Chaotic Sea roiling with demonic energy.

And no matter where he went, there was always that youth by his side.

Recalling how that little demon often let slip mentions of their past affairs.

Could these be his previous memories?

The last image Qi Zhuoyu could recall seemed to be in a small, ornately decorated building.

Outside the small building was a spacious courtyard, with a tall Wutong tree planted in it, and a couch beneath the tree.

At first, Feng Xuan was holding his hand, seemingly talking excitedly about something.

He was holding a stack of red paper cuttings, as if preparing for a mortal wedding ceremony.

But later, he saw himself sitting on the couch.

Those ‘double happiness’ characters hanging on the Wutong tree had become old and faded, falling to the ground with a gust of wind.

Feng Xuan was crying in his arms.

From his impression, since he first knew Feng Xuan.

This little demon’s nature had always been innocent and carefree, as if there was nothing in his world that could make him feel sorrowful.

But at this moment, he was crying so desperately in his arms.

He had never seen Feng Xuan shed so many tears, each one falling and striking his heart.

Qi Zhuoyu suddenly felt as if even his soul was being torn apart.

Unfamiliar emotions welled up in his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

Qi Zhuoyu instinctively wanted to wipe away his tears.

But when he raised his hand, he found his own body was disappearing bit by bit.

He heard Feng Xuan calling out to him brokenly, his voice shattering in sobs.

But he wasn’t calling his name, it seemed he was calling him.

… Senior Brother?

At this, Qi Zhuoyu truly fell silent.

Since this little demon was that nine-headed black chicken demon, and he was his fellow senior brother.

It turns out his past life.

He was actually the fox demon?