This time, Qi Zhuoyu took less time to reassemble his primordial spirit than the previous occasion.
This was also because he had seen in Feng Xuan’s memories how heartbroken his pampered little bird had been, lying in his arms and crying so hard he could barely breathe, after Qi Zhuoyu’s primordial spirit had perished in the Chaotic Sea.
As his primordial spirit reassembled, his memories returned as well.
It was different from the scenes he had seen in Feng Xuan’s eyes when he was still in the Great Xin Dynasty.
At that time, although he knew those were his memories, there was still a sense of distance, as if watching someone else’s life flash by.
After his primordial spirit reassembled, these memories were accompanied by intense emotions, thoroughly becoming his own life experiences.
This was why he immediately returned to Zhujian Xiaozhu.
Feng Xuan had waited for him for far too long, and he didn’t want to make him wait any longer.
During their long-awaited reunion, even Qi Zhuoyu, who was usually able to conceal his emotions, lost some control.
The moment Feng Xuan threw himself into his arms, Qi Zhuoyu also embraced him tightly.
So tightly, as if trying to make up for all the hugs they had missed during their hundred years apart.
Neither of them spoke.
Qi Zhuoyu was silently pensive.
Feng Xuan was clearly crying in his arms.
Qi Zhuoyu was still thinking about how to comfort Feng Xuan, after all, most of what he did involved crushing people’s heads.
This delicate task of patting someone’s head without crushing it was something only Feng Xuan could enjoy from the big devil, in all Three Realms, above and below.
But Qi Zhuoyu’s head pat failed.
Not because he accidentally crushed Feng Xuan’s head, but because as Feng Xuan was crying, his body suddenly went limp. Qi Zhuoyu instinctively loosened his arms to hold Feng Xuan, preventing him from falling to the ground.
“Cried until you have no strength left?” There was a hint of concern in Qi Zhuoyu’s voice, as well as a subtle pride. “Were you that heartbroken?”
Feng Xuan blinked, as if he didn’t understand what Qi Zhuoyu was saying.
Although he was very sad, this time he knew the big devil would return, so he wouldn’t have cried to the point of exhaustion.
“No,” Feng Xuan shook his head seriously and explained, “Senior brother, I just felt tired because we hugged for too long.”
Qi Zhuoyu doubted his own ears. “Tired?”
After not seeing one’s Dao companion for so long, shouldn’t they be pouring their hearts out to each other and being affectionate during their reunion?
How could he be like this, complaining of tiredness after just a brief embrace?
Qi Zhuoyu frowned and suddenly became very unaffectionate. “Your cultivation is still too poor.”
Feng Xuan: “…”
Qi Zhuoyu said disapprovingly. “I’ve been gone for so long, yet you’ve made no progress at all.”
The familiar rolling king seemed to have returned.
He was a salted fish, but what did that have to do with cultivation?
Sure enough, once Qi Zhuoyu regained his memories, he turned into this fatherly figure. Today, if he accidentally tripped while going out, it could all be attributed to poor cultivation.
Moreover.
Feng Xuan muttered. “Senior brother, after not seeing each other for so long, are you sure this is the first thing you want to say to me?”
“Mm.” Qi Zhuoyu also said, speaking slowly and shifting the blame. “After not seeing each other for so long, some people complained of tiredness after being held by their Senior brother for just a moment.”
Feng Xuan: “.”
This person had indeed recovered his memories.
His talent for being sharp-tongued, provocative, and irritating had also returned, hadn’t it?
Although Qi Zhuoyu spoke like this, his actions were still very much those of a doting husband as he picked up Feng Xuan.
Then he sat on the couch and placed Feng Xuan on his lap.
After this commotion, Feng Xuan suddenly noticed.
Qi Zhuoyu’s current appearance was close to how he looked as the senior brother at the Misty Immortal Mansion, appearing to be in his early twenties. His height had also increased by a few centimeters compared to his younger form in the Great Xin Dynasty, just enough for Feng Xuan to sit comfortably in his embrace.
Feng Xuan hesitantly asked, “Senior brother, have you grown a bit taller?”
Qi Zhuoyu calmly refuted, “I didn’t grow taller. Senior brother was always this tall.”
Oh.
As expected of you.
A straight man who would have his height of over eight chi carved on his tombstone after death.
Qi Zhuoyu pinched his face, “What? You don’t like it?”
For some unknown reason, his expression soured again, “Or do you prefer the fifteen-year-old appearance?”
Feng Xuan was exasperated.
Wasn’t it all him anyway? What was there to be jealous about?
Playing the game of being jealous of oneself was quite awkward, wasn’t it?
Feng Xuan felt he was quite generous.
At least he wouldn’t nag Qi Zhuoyu every day like a resentful wife, asking whether he liked Xiao Qi or Little Bird more.jpg
For a salted fish, digging deep into things was really too tiring!
“I like them all, I like them all,” Feng Xuan, in pain from the intense face pinching, quickly pleaded, “I like all of Senior brother’s forms, okay?”
Only then did Qi Zhuoyu release his hand, as if appeased, “But I prefer my current appearance.”
Oh, because it’s 1.89 meters tall, right?
However, Qi Zhuoyu gave a completely different answer, “This is how I looked when I met you, and this is the appearance you first fell in love with.”
This statement caught Feng Xuan off guard.
He then realized he was truly hopeless, to be swayed by such sweet talk.
Just as he was about to say something.
Qi Zhuoyu snorted coldly again, speaking disdainfully, “Besides, what’s so good about that wet-behind-the-ears brat? Not even fully grown, couldn’t even provide you with decent living quarters, utterly useless.”
Feng Xuan: “…”
He really didn’t hold back when criticizing himself.jpg
Whether as the Emperor or the Demon Venerable, Feng Xuan was now certain.
They were definitely the same person, so why on earth was he inexplicably jealous of himself?!
Feng Xuan thought the topic of “feeling tired” had ended in the afternoon.
He didn’t expect it wasn’t over, but rather, it truly began in the evening.
When Qi Zhuoyu followed him back to the west wing room with a righteous expression, Feng Xuan hesitated for a moment and reminded him, “Senior brother, I think you used to stay in the east wing room when we were at Zhujian Xiaozhu.”
Although they had already done everything they could do.
For some reason, at Zhujian Xiaozhu, they still miraculously maintained the habit of staying in separate rooms.
“Mm,” Qi Zhuoyu said casually, “The roof of the east wing room seems to be broken. It’s going to rain tonight, not suitable for living.”
…You could at least put some effort into making up a lie.
You’re the Demon Venerable of the Chaotic Sea, how hard could it be for you to fix a roof?
Besides, hadn’t the big devil already recovered all of his cultivation? When Feng Xuan saw him today, although he couldn’t gauge the depth, he felt that Qi Zhuoyu’s cultivation should be even higher than before his soul perished in the Chaotic Sea. He was probably now truly the number one person in the Three Realms.
Feng Xuan felt he could struggle a bit more and muttered, “But the bed in the west wing room is very small—Ouch!”
Before he could finish speaking, he was already picked up by Qi Zhuoyu, who grabbed his waist.
He didn’t even bother to pretend now, holding Feng Xuan as they almost fell onto the bed together. It should be said that he was quite attentive, remembering to protect Feng Xuan’s head with his hand as he pressed him down.
“What are you afraid of?” Qi Zhuoyu’s peach blossom eyes looked particularly beautiful in the candlelight, glistening with a hint of enchantment. “If it’s small, can’t Xiao Qi just sleep on top of Senior brother?”
Ah ah ah.
Old pervert.
Feng Xuan didn’t want to understand immediately, but he instantly got it.
Feng Xuan felt he was no longer that innocent little bird.
When Qi Zhuoyu opened his robe, Feng Xuan had already resigned himself to his fate.
After all, resistance also required energy, and he wasn’t the type to be completely oblivious to the mood. With the atmosphere set like this, it seemed wrong not to engage in something with the big devil.
So that night, a heavy rain fell over Zhujian Xiaozhu.
Qi Zhuoyu hadn’t lied about this; the rain was ridiculously heavy, accompanied by the sound of rolling thunder.
Lying on the bed, Feng Xuan thought the east wing room should be the one leaking, but why did he feel the west wing room was also starting to leak? His whole body was as damp as if drenched in a downpour, all sounds swallowed by Qi Zhuoyu’s mouth.
The bed curtains fluttered in the wind, still swaying until late into the night.
When it ended once again, Feng Xuan finally understood why Qi Zhuoyu had laughed inexplicably in the afternoon, saying if he was tired now, what would he do at night.
He had been wondering how sleeping at night could be tiring, but Feng Xuan truly hadn’t expected that Qi Zhuoyu had no intention of letting him sleep at all.
Feng Xuan was exhausted, his whole body limp, unwilling to move even a bit.
Qi Zhuoyu kissed his wrist and asked, “Why so lazy?”
If being called lazy meant being lazy, so be it. He really didn’t want to move at all.
He didn’t even have the strength to hook his arms around Qi Zhuoyu’s neck; his arm could only hang limply, revealing a beautiful milk-white color through the layered bed curtains.
After an unknown amount of time, Feng Xuan seemed to realize something and suddenly propped himself up, pushing against him. “…Wait. You, um, don’t finish inside again.”
“What are you afraid of?” When Qi Zhuoyu looked down at him, his eyes were lifted at the corners, his jawline extremely prominent, with fine beads of sweat, particularly alluring. “It’s not like you can get pregnant, right?”
After saying this.
The movement paused for a moment.
Qi Zhuoyu seemed to think of something, his expression turning strange. “Or can you really?”
Feng Xuan had heard all sorts of things tonight, but hearing this still made him feel embarrassed. “Don’t…mm, don’t suddenly!”
Qi Zhuoyu was already at the point of no return and didn’t care about much else.
Feng Xuan’s words were broken into pieces due to his actions, making it difficult even to articulate.
In the last second before losing consciousness.
Feng Xuan seemed to feel Qi Zhuoyu kiss his lips, then whisper in his ear with a deep voice. “Baby, have one, and Senior brother will raise it, okay?”
…Scum Senior Brother.
He himself was still a little bird baby!!
In any case, Qi Zhuoyu seemed to truly believe he could get pregnant.
During their time at Zhujian Xiaozhu, there wasn’t a single time he pulled out, really not understanding why he was so persistent.
