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Mistakenly Saving the Villain - Chapter 21

Original Title: 论救错反派的下场

Genres: Drama, Romance, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 21 - Paying Homage to Our Ancestors

Song Qingshi got up early and took Yue Wuhuan to the ancestral hall to pay respect to his ancestors.

The ancestral hall, which other sects attach great importance to, is remote and inconspicuous in Medicine King Valley, hidden in the trees, dilapidated and not much better than the medicinal servants' residence. Outside of the ancestral hall was a medicinal garden. Yue Wuhuan had passed by several times and thought it was an abandoned building and ignored it.

Song Qingshi pushed open the door, sealed by an array.

There was a thick pile of dust inside the ancestral hall, and apart from the simple tables, chairs and offering table, there was only an old painted scroll.

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you lock it. There aren't any valuables," Song Qingshi explained with some embarrassment. "I haven't been here for many years. Wait a minute while I clean it up." Then he rolled up his sleeves and first used a cool breeze spell to blow away the dust. After throwing cleansing spells everywhere, he set up an incense bowl on the altar and put flowers and fruits around it. Finally, he found a broken mat, patted the dust off with his hands, and said with satisfaction, "All done."

Yue Wuhuan stood beside him, holding the incense in a daze. He had never seen such an unrefined sect in his life. . .

Song Qingshi unrolled the painted scroll on the offering table and hung it up.

The scroll had no figures or inscriptions, only a boundless sea of clouds. A brilliant light beamed through the depths of the sea of clouds, lighting up the sky.

Song Qingshi tried his best to explain: "I accidentally got the inheritance from my ancestors in the hidden realm. My ancestors didn't leave a name, only the surname Song. I didn't have a surname then, so I took my ancestor's surname as a sign of respect. . ."

There were a lot of killings in the immortal world. Many children had lost their parents. His original body was one of them. Because he was born with two kinds of spiritual abilities and had a very high talent for medicine and poisons, he accidentally obtained the Medicine King's inheritance in the hidden realm and created the Medicine King's Valley. Practicing medicine and treating diseases, refining alchemy to make poisons, and occasionally going to the hidden realm to grab some rare medicines unknowingly helped gain the sect the reputation it has today.

"This inheritance in the immortal world was placed directly into my consciousness, so this painting is the only physical material left by the late master. I guess it has special sentimental value, so I used it as an offering. In fact, I don't know what the painting is about. It may be a landscape. . ." Song Qingshi, feeling guilty about his random assessment, quickly dismissed it. "Anyway, I have copied all the manuscripts that are suitable for inheriting the sect and put them in the library. You can read them yourself."

After Song Qingshi finished his introduction, he felt confident that he hadn't missed anything and instructed Yue Wuhuan to offer incense.

Yue Wuhuan lit the incense respectfully. When he was about to kneel down, the incense went out.

He re-lit the incense, knelt down again, and the incense went out once more.

Yue Wuhuan looked at Song Qingshi worriedly: "Could it be. . . the master doesn't want to accept me as a disciple?"

"Impossible. You're so smart. The late master couldn't be happier." Song Qingshi waved his hand. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, "Speaking of which, I don't recall ever having kneeled here before. Every time I come here, I clean up and leave after I burn incense. I must have forgotten. . . I guess the late master might not like being bowed to by his disciples, so try offering incense directly."

Yue Wuhuan dubiously inserted the burning incense into the burner, stood up and saluted.

Sure enough, the incense in the burner burned steadily and didn't go out.

Yue Wuhuan couldn't help asking: "Is this disrespectful to the ancestors?"

"The late master didn't like these sorts of things. He liked. . ." Song Qingshi recalled the inheritance that the original body received. Those inheritances were full of knowledge, leaving almost no personal traces except a very interesting word, which seemed to be his motto, "Question."

Question authority, question knowledge, question everything in the world.

Questioning is the driving force behind scientific research.

Song Qingshi wasted a lot of energy explaining his philosophy to Yue Wuhuan: "The late master didn't want us to respect him personally. What he wanted us to respect was knowledge, to carry out his philosophy, to study well, to study carefully, and to never hesitate to question what he left behind just because he was the master. Although Master was very powerful, he could still make mistakes. We have to find the correct answer in the neverending mistakes."

Yue Wuhuan hesitated: "The correct answer?"

Song Qingshi said happily: "Well, I've already studied and proved several mistakes of my master and re-revised the answers."

His theory can be described as shocking in the immortal world where masters are respected.

Yue Wuhuan was too shocked to speak.

"Perhaps this is the root of Medicine King's Valley foundation," Song Qingshi said longingly. "If I die, I hope to be like my master, to not have my disciples worship, and to not leave portraits and names for future generations to admire. These things are a waste of time. If you have the time to do these things, you might as well use it for research. It's better to finish the projects I haven't finished, correct the mistakes I made, and create more interesting. . ."

Before he finished speaking, Yue Wuhuan yanked his arm heavily, interrupting his thoughts.

Yue Wuhuan stared at him fiercely. His face was as gloomy as a sky about to rain. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "Don't say such unlucky things..."

Song Qingshi finally came to his senses and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm talking about the end of my life."

Medical students aren't afraid to talk about life and death, and he didn't feel that this topic was anything special.

Yue Wuhuan panicked and interrupted sternly: "Don't say that!"

Song Qingshi realized that he was really angry. He thought about his psychological problems and obediently shut up.

Yue Wuhuan also knew he should bow his head, but he didn't want to apologize.

The two were silent for a long time and finally silently pretended that this topic had never happened.

The worship ceremony was completed.

. . .

Song Qingshi liked to eat sweets, especially sorbet. Yue Wuhuan was very picky about the taste, thinking that the ones bought from outside weren't good enough and too dirty, and there was no good cook in Medicine King's Valley, so he took the time to study various sweet food preparation methods. Every day, he cooked all kinds of sweet food for him in different ways, which was especially delicious.

After An Long discovered Song Qingshi's private stove, he became incredibly grabby and tried to get Yue Wuhuan to cook for him too.

Song Qingshi was instantly angry: "Is my eldest disciple a waiter?"

An Long didn't care about such reasoning. He made a big fuss, just wanting to eat desserts made by Yue Wuhuan.

"Forget it. He's very busy," Song Qingshi lost his temper. He put down his book, rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll do it for you."

An Long's eyes lit up with joy.

Although Song Qingshi loved sweets, he didn't go out of his way to eat them. He was fine whether he ate them or not. In the original world, he was the eldest young master who only had to stretch his hand out for food. In this world, he would rather fast than make food, so he had never been in a kitchen in either of his two lifetimes. His brain was filled with tens of thousands of herbs but had no place for oil, salt, sauce or vinegar. . .

He stood in the kitchen in a daze for a while, trying to figure out how to use various utensils. He couldn't find a recipe and didn't know how to make fire with ordinary firewood, so he simply used spiritual fire and made dessert like alchemy.

Finally, after mucking around for a long time, he brought out a plate of round dumplings with charred black skin, each of which was exactly the same size and shade of charred blackness. Perfectly satisfying for anyone with OCD.

"These are green dumplings." Song Qingshi had always been brave in the face of failure. He took out the finished product to prove that he had tried hard. He then said, "It probably won't taste good, so I should throw them away. I'll ask the cook to make something for you. As long as it doesn't bother Wuhuan, anything is fine.”

An Long smiled and watched, then suddenly picked up a dumpling and threw it into his mouth.

Song Qingshi didn't have time to stop An Long from indiscriminately eating them, so he was a little worried about diarrhea.

An Long chewed it carefully for a long time and praised: "It doesn't look like much, but the taste is actually alright."

Immediately afterwards, he happily threw a few more dumpings into his mouth until only the last one remained.

Song Qingshi was dumbfounded. Even he didn't dare taste this stuff after it came out of the oven. Was it really edible? So, in a brave and challenging mood, he put the last dumpling into his mouth and chewed it. The explosive taste rushed over his taste buds in an instant. The fishy taste was worse than the most bitter medicine and was bad enough to make him nauseous.

Song Qingshi was so disgusted that tears came out of his eyes. He quickly spit out the dumplings, gesturing to An Long speechlessly.

An Long slapped the table and laughed crazily, so much that he couldn't sit upright.

He was like this in the past. He would be willing to hurt himself in order to make fun of the original body. He has a good grasp of how low he could go before he went too far with the original body, so he could successfully walk on the thin line of death every time. When he saw that Song Qingshi was about to explode, he quickly wiped away the tears from laughing, regained his dignity, and added: "I'll never ask Yue Wuhuan for food again."

Song Qingshi instantly dissipated his anger.

An Long said playfully: "It's only the first time you made it. It's precious. You must try again."

When Song Qingshi thought about his creation, he felt a little embarrassed.

An Long chased after him: "By the way, do you want to see the new poison I developed? It's very cute."

Song Qingshi immediately forgot such insignificant things as dumplings and happily dragged him to the research room.

On the way, An Long smiled and asked, "You're really nervous about this darling Yue Wuhuan. What's wrong with him?"

Song Qingshi glanced at him vigilantly, unwilling to answer this private question, and instructed: "Don't mess around."

An Long pondered: "That's interesting. . ."

The more Song Qingshi didn't allow things to get messy, the more he wanted to mess things up.

How fun is it to mess around?

. . .

After finishing sword practice, Yue Wuhuan was returning to his room to shower and change clothes. When he passed by the corridor, a small paper ball hit the back of his head.

The ball of paper fell on the ground and rolled around. It seemed like there was something wrapped inside it.

Right now is when Song Qingshi does pharmaceutical experiments and can't be disturbed. . . So he squatted down obediently, picked up the paper ball according to the other party's wishes, and slowly unfolded it.

Wrapped in the paper ball was a terrifying double-headed centipede, with countless legs wriggling and disgusting mucus flowing from its two grotesque mandibles. It opened its teeth and claws to pounce on him.

Yue Wuhuan thought about it and wrapped it in the paper again. He threw it away and said angrily, "Immortal An, don't do such childish things."

"What? Qingshi's not here, and suddenly you're too lazy to pretend to be good?" An Long laughed and came out from behind the screen wall. He beckoned, and the centipede immediately crawled out of the paper ball and returned to his palm, "This little guy isn't poisonous. It’s just for scaring people. Every time it can scare a beauty into screaming and trembling, it’s very fun. Why aren’t you afraid at all? I’m a little disappointed.”

Yue Wuhuan said helplessly: "If the Immortal Master wants it, I can scream for you."

"Don't, it'll sound too fake. I won't like it," An Long flipped his hands, and the centipede disappeared. He walked over lazily, looked Yue Wuhuan up and down curiously, and praised, "I never thought that a man could be so beautiful. Even more beautiful than Miss Wan in Mingyue Tower. I know you only like men, but still, I don't feel disgusted."

Mingyue Tower was a famous brothel in the immortal world, and Miss Wan was a famous prostitute.

This analogy was extremely malicious.

But Yue Wuhuan didn't care. He smiled and said: "I've heard that Immortal An's confidantes are all over the world and have seen countless beauties. Many immortal maidens and devils are jealous and have even fought over you. Today, it's a great honour for Wuhuan to be praised for his beauty."

"Young Master Wuhuan is joking," An Long heard him secretly mocking his flirtations and was amused, "My confidantes can't compare to the many that must be fascinated with you. I once knew a friend, what was his name? He's still a hero following a righteous path. He can't forget about you. Knowing that you have willingly entered Medicine King's Valley and can no longer get close to him, he gets drunk and complains a lot."

Yu Qing talked nonsense after drinking in Xilin, which tarnished Song Qingshi's reputation, so he killed him and sent his body to Medicine King's Valley for research.

Yue Wuhuan pretended not to understand: "I never remember dead people."

An Long sneered and said, "Beauties are so ruthless."

"Yes, prostitutes are ruthless and heartless." Yue Wuhuan pointed out his sarcasm. He raised his head, brushed his hair that was wet from the sweat from practicing sword practice behind his ears, and walked a few steps. He lazily leaned against the corridor's screen wall, raised his eyes, and asked provocatively: "Immortal An, don't you think it's interesting to be alive?"

An Long followed and bent down. He pressed his arm tattooed with the five poisonous creatures tightly against the screen wall next to his ear. He towered over him, smiling wickedly, and took off his disguise, baring his sharp wolf teeth: "I think I think you're a funny little fake. I want to know what's hidden under this beauty's skin. Let me have a look, okay?"

Yue Wuhuan smiled and asked: "Is Immortal An interested in my true face?"

An Long frivolously pinched his chin and forcefully lifted it. He examined his face carefully, leaned forward, and said fiercely: "Very interested."

Yue Wuhuan looked at him quietly for a moment and reminded him: "Master seems to have finished his experiments ahead of schedule."

An Long withdrew his hand quickly. He panicked momentarily before suddenly remembering that he had blocked Song Qingshi's spiritual detection so he wouldn't be discovered.

Yue Wuhuan lowered his head and held back his smile.

"You dare lie to me?!" Realizing he had been tricked, An Long was furious and wanted to flash his claws at this ignorant guy.

In an instant, a spiritual fire rose under his feet.

An Long sensed the crisis and immediately jumped away.

Immediately afterwards, several spiritual fires forced him to retreat several feet away.

Song Qingshi appeared behind him, wishing he could smash An Long to death with spiritual fire for bullying his little angel without a second thought. Fortunately, Yue Wuhuan had reminded him that he should secretly use his divine sense to check what An Long was doing while he was here; otherwise, this dead dog could have torn down Medicine King's Valley! Although high-level cultivators were able to isolate the divine mind from detection, when he found that An Long's aura had suddenly disappeared from the research room, he realized something was wrong. He thought he was going to hide and do bad things, so he came here after discovering Yue Wuhuan's location.

An Long pointed at Yue Wuhuan, so angry that he couldn't speak properly: "You!"

Yue Wuhuan whispered aggrievedly: "I didn't lie."

Song Qingshi rushed to Yue Wuhuan in one large step. He carefully checked whether he was injured, and asked nervously, "Did this guy bully you?"

Although he didn't see what had happened, it didn't take much thought about who was right and who was wrong between the fierce and domineering An Long and the cute little angel. Was there much to consider when comparing who's stronger and weaker between a mentally fragile patient and a rough and thick-skinned immortal? What's more, An Long can kill Yue Wuhuan a hundred times over with just one finger! He must take good care of his little angel! Not just for the investment but to protect him!

Song Qingshi was eccentric and magnanimous, and frankly, he was justified.

An Long glared desperately at Yue Wuhuan behind his back, the kind of gaze that held a particularly strong deterrent effect.

Yue Wuhuan looked at it and said softly and protectively: "No, Immortal An is quite nice. He's joking with me."

Song Qingshi looked back at An Long suspiciously. The spiritual fire on his body was still burning, and there was a faint urge to switch to a poisonous fire.

An Long instantly switched to a pure smile: "I wouldn't dare bully him. I'm just chatting casually and telling jokes."

"Yes," Yue Wuhuan continued to persuade. "Master, I seldom go out, so I'm quite curious about the outside world. Immortal An is good-natured and had a lot of interesting things to share. I'm happy to listen."

An Long grabbed Yue Wuhuan's shoulders and patted his chest. He laughed, "He and I hit it off right away. We just want to be friends."

Yue Wuhuan admitted with a smile: "Immortal An really didn't bully me."

Song Qingshi gradually extinguished the flame and doubtfully asked: "Is that so?"

The two of them nodded at the same time: "Yes."

Song Qingshi was a little confused and scratched his head. When he saw An Long blocking Yue Wuhuan from leaving with a domineering posture, he felt angry. He really didn't understand what they were doing. Could it be a misunderstanding?

"You go first. I'll find you next time to play a little longer," An Long greeted Yue Wuhuan with a hidden threat. and then dragged Song Qingshi away as quickly as he could. "Come on, let's see if the petri dish from yesterday has any results."

"Don't be angry. I really dare not bully your glass man."

"Rule 72."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop talking about it. Have a drink with me."

"I don't want to."

". . ."

Yue Wuhuan saluted politely and watched the two leave.

The King of Xilin Poison stood in a high position all year round. He didn't need to think many things through. Violence was enough to crush everything.

Therefore, his temptations and thoughts were superficial and very easy to guess.

It's just investigating his miserable past that brought up despicable suspicion; suspicion that he had someone backing him up, suspicion that he had evil intentions for Medicine King's Valley, suspicion of his ambitions, and even suspicion that he had feelings for Song Qingshi. But he was also worried that if there was no evidence, Song Qingshi would tear him apart, unwilling to actually investigate. He wanted to find an excuse to wind him up, try to find out his true face little by little, and then crush him to death.

This matter isn't difficult to solve.

Since the King of Xilin Poison wants to see his true face, then he'll show him his true face.

He hoped he could take it. . .

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The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 50

Original Title: 二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is the product of my limited knowledge of Chinese characters as I attempt to learn the language. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 50 - This Venerable One Likes You

As a person who cherishes weapons, such a situation left Chu Wanning absolutely speechless.

He was afraid he had seen a fool.

Under the blossoming tree not far away, he saw that Mo Ran had summoned Jiangui. The divine weapon could expand, contract and control its size, but most people were generally willing to make their weapons bigger and more powerful, and they'll keep their normal appearance like Chu Wanning. But Mo Ran had made Jiangui very small, about the length and thickness of a string to tie one's hair. Its broken leaves were exquisite, the divine weapon looking like a poor little child.

Everyone's spiritual power is different. After Chu Wanning's Tianwen was infused with spiritual power, it was golden, but Jiangui was red.

So leaving the willow leaves aside, Jiangui looked like the red line of the ancient moon. . .

"Shi Mei, take this. I want to know if Jiangui is the same as Tianwen and also has the ability to coax people to tell the truth."

"Uh. . . you want me to try?"

Mo Ran laughed: "Yes, because I'm the best with you, and I believe that you will never lie to me."

Shi Mei was still hesitant: "That's true, but. . ."

"Ah, I'll never ask tricky things. Do you believe me? Let's pinky swear on it."

Saying that, he stretched out his pinky finger.

Shi Mei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How old are you yet you're still so childish."

"Whether eight or eighteen, anyone can pinky swear. Even if it's an eighty-eight-year-old, they can still pinky swear. What's so childish about it." Mo Ran said. He smiled as he held Shi Mei's hand, extending his pinky finger. Shi Mei was amused by his antics, but there was no way out of it, so he had to go along.

Unexpectedly, when Mo Ran held Shi Mei's pinky finger, instead of pinky swearing with him, he squinted his eyes and smiled: "Jiangui, get to work."

Jiangui swished a couple times and swiftly wrapped around Shi Mei's pinky finger, Mo Ran still holding it up.

The handsome young man smiled like a sly fox who had ascended to heaven. With deep dimples, he said joyfully: "Congratulations, you've been fooled."

Shi Mei couldn't stop laughing: "You!. . . Let me go now."

"There's no rush." Mo Ran smiled. "I'll let go after asking a few questions."

In fact, ever since Jincheng Lake and the golden brocade box and how Shi Mei had failed to open the box, Mo Ran had felt a little uneasy.

Although Shi Mei was wearing gloves at the time and couldn't directly touch the box, Mo Ran still couldn't completely let it go. Not to mention the fact that the box was actually opened by Chu Wanning in the end.

Chu Wanning. . . how was it possible. . .

So Mo Ran felt that the brocade box must be broken.

But in order to prove it, he thought it would be best to double-check it with Jiangui.

He didn't doubt his sincerity towards Shi Mei, but he was worried that in Shi Mei's heart, he was actually not important at all. As for Jincheng Lake's comments about liking, it was more than likely his own delusion.

He feels that Shi Mei had a gentle temperament, usually quite good to everyone. Unlike Chu Wanning, who had a face that looked much older than his age with an expression like he was owed mountains of gold and silver, which was especially disgusting.

Don't look at Ta Xianjun as a gentle person. When he thought about his sweetheart, this guy was entangled with death.

"First of all." Although Mo Ran was secretly anxious, he was still smiling, pretending to be relaxed and casual. He decided to deliberately throw a few innocuous questions to start things off.

"What do you think of Xue Meng?"

With a pain in his finger, Shi Mei couldn't help but be honest: "The young master is very good, but his speech is too straightforward and sometimes difficult to tolerate."

Mo Ran stroked his palm and laughed: "Huh? There's also times when you can't stand him? Hahaha, it's no wonder. After all, he is so annoying."

Shi Mei blushed: ". . . Keep your voice down. Don't let the young master hear you."

"It's fine." Mo Ran smiled. "But I'm especially happy when you say bad things about him."

Shi Mei: ". . ."

Mo Ran asked again: "Then what do you think of Shizun?"

"Shizun is very good, but he has a little temper. . ." It seemed that Shi Mei didn't want to comment on Chu Wanning, but he was helplessly tied by Jiangui. After biting his lips for a while, he still said aggressively, "He's a little irritable."

"Haha, what do you mean by a little? He's clearly very irritable. He gets angry every now and then and refuses to admit it when he is angry. I think the imperial concubine has it better off than him."

Chu Wanning standing in the corner: ". . ."

Mo Ran was suddenly a little curious and asked: "Then why do you still worship under his tutelage if you know that your master has a bad temper?"

Shi Mei said: "Shizun is cold but kind. I'm not as gifted as others, but he never thought I was stupid. He said that there's no difference in teaching. Since I'm not good at attacking, he teaches me the art of healing and recovery. He-- He treats me very well."

Mo Ran was originally happy, and when he heard this, he suddenly restrained his smile and gradually became silent.

After a while, Mo Ran said: "Where does he treat you well? It's not just to teach you some spells, and occasionally take care of you. Any shizun would do the same."

"That's not the same—"

Mo Ran was suddenly unhappy. He puffed out his cheeks: "He doesn't treat you well anyway! I can do everything that he does with you!"

Shi Mei stopped talking.

In this embarrassing silence, Mo Ran gradually calmed down the cluster of evil fire in his heart. When he saw Shi Mei lower his eyes and stay silent, he suddenly felt guilty and whispered: "Sorry."

"It's okay." Shi Mei said. But after a while, Shi Mei said somewhat abruptly: "In the early years, before you arrived at Life-Death Peak, there was a time when I was walking on the road and suddenly there was a rainstorm."

"I was not yet under Shizun's tutelage at that time, and when I was running inside the rain, I met him. He was holding a red oil-paper umbrella. Seeing me in a mess, he asked me to hide under his umbrella. I had heard of his cold reputation for a long time, and I was so apprehensive when I walked beside him."

"And then?"

Shi Mei looked gentle and said: "Then? Then we didn't speak the whole way."

Mo Ran nodded in agreement: "He's so boring. There's really nothing to say to him either."

"Yeah." Shi Mei smiled. "Shizun said very little. However, when he dropped me off in front of my house, I thanked him. Suddenly, I saw that his right shoulder was all wet while I stood all the way on his left side, not getting wet at all."

Mo Ran: ". . ."

"The oil-paper umbrella was very small, and it was only big enough for one person. He blocked most of it to me, and I watched him walk away in the rain. After returning to the house, I wrote a post on discipleship, begging him to take me under his discipline."

"Stop it." Mo Ran suddenly said, "You're too kind. If say anymore, I'll feel sorry for you."

Shi Mei said warmly: "A-Ran, shouldn't you feel sorry for Shizun? He only has such a small umbrella because he has always walked alone, and no one wants to accompany him. So sometimes when Shizun is a little harsher with me or reprimanded me more, I don't care. Because I remember his soaked shoulders."

Mo Ran didn't say anything, but the tip of his nose was slightly red, and there was a trace of sourness in his heart.

The sour feeling was a little vague. Suddenly he didn't know who this feeling was for.

"A-Ran, let me ask you a question."

"Okay, go ahead."

"Do you really hate Shizun?"

Mo Ran froze: "I. . ."

"Or rather, you don't like him, right?"

When Shi Mei asked this sentence, his calm and soft eyes seemed a little sharp for some reason. Mo Ran had been unprepared, and under such a sharp gaze, he was suddenly speechless.

Mo Ran stiffened. He neither nodded nor shook his head. After a long time, he forced a smile and said: "Ah, wasn't it me who asked you the question? I'm surprised you got me sidetracked. How could this happen?"

Seeing him avoid talking about it, Shi Mei was composed and didn't force it. He just smiled: "I'm just asking casually. You don't have to take it to heart."

"Mmm." Mo Ran softened the mood, and then raised his gaze, looking at Shi Mei's beautiful moon face through a thick curtain of eyelashes.

Originally, his third question was to ask Shi Mei whether he liked him or not. But after this conversation, the mood suddenly became too heavy. He pursed his lips and was silent for a while. Mo Ran suddenly exclaimed: "He's my shizun, and only my shizun. I can't talk about whether I like him or not."

Hearing his words, standing in the dark, Chu Wanning's eyelashes moved slightly, like the rustling wings of a butterfly when it was injured.

Although some things are clear in his heart, when he truly thinks about them, he still feels like a drifter and his heart sinks into the sea. Perhaps the autumn air had arrived a little early. Chu Wanning suddenly felt a chill.

In the distance, Mo Ran and Shi Mei were talking. He closed his eyes, and the slight nausea that appeared recently came to his head.

He suddenly felt exhausted and turned around to leave.

However, after walking a few steps, Mo Ran's voice was carried again by the autumn wind and passed by his ears. It made him stop involuntarily.

Mo Ran was asking Shi Mei a third question: "Alright, you've talked about Xue Meng and you've talked about Shizun, so let's talk about me."

He minimized the care and effort in his voice, and asked cautiously, even a little humbly:

"Shi Mei, what do you think of me?"

Shi Mei, however, suddenly stopped talking.

Like Tianwen, Jiangui obviously had the ability to force the truth. Shi Mei resisted answering and Jiangui became more red because of this, tightly locked around Shi Mei's fingertip.

Shi Mei frowned and said: "It hurts. . ."

"I only ask you to say one thing." Mo Ran couldn't bear it, but this question was buried deep in his heart. His past and present lives had almost become his inner demons, so he still insisted on asking, "What do you think of me?"

Shi Mei shook his head and closed his eyes. It seemed to be painful, his long and slender eyelashes couldn't stop trembling, and his forehead was gradually seeping fine sweat.

". . ." When Mo Ran saw him like this, he was still soft-hearted, and sighed, "That's all. . ."

He was about to withdraw Jiangui, but Shi Mei endured it to the extreme. His face was as white as gold paper, and he said hoarsely: "I think you are very good."

Mo Ran's eyes suddenly widened.

After Shi Mei said this, his originally pale face quickly turned red, and seemed to be embarrassed. He dropped his eyes and didn't dare look at the other.

Jiangui turned into a little red light, like the petals of a residual flower, and retreated into Mo Ran's palm. Mo Ran didn't press him. He lowered his head then let out a soft laugh, raising his gaze to look at Shi Mei. His expression was the epitome of the arrival of spring flowers.

There was a lazy smile in his voice, but his eyes were a little wet, and he said, "Okay, thank you. I also think you're very good. Even though you've been told all over again in Jincheng Lake, you don't remember any of it. So I want to say it again, you're really. . . likable."

Although he didn't elaborate on what kind of like he meant, Shi Mei's neck was a deep red and he couldn't say a word.

Mo Ran's deep, dark, lacquer-like eyes stared at him. The luster in his eyes was so clear, as if the stars were immersed in the sea, and the fine waves surged toward the Milky Way.

"I want to treat you well and make you happy."

Shi Mei wasn't stupid. Looking at his expression, he was well aware of his intentions, and he can't help but bow his head.

Mo Ran looked moved. He couldn't help but want to raise his hand and touch Shi Mei's hair. However, before he could get close, suddenly a golden light flashed by, and a vine whip solidly struck Mo Ran's face with a "snap."

"Ah!" Mo Ran held in the pain and looked back in shock.

He saw Chu Wanning's snow-white clothes, standing with his hands behind his back. He was standing beside the green eaves and white walls, looking down at them coldly. Tianwen was like a spirit snake hissing and spitting, coiled on the ground. The willow leaves are trembling, and from time to time a cluster of sparks and rays of golden light burst out.

Shi Mei was shocked: "Shizun. . ."

Mo Ran held his face and said: "Shizun."

So what if he's hated, so what if he's not liked?

Others might have cried out in pain, but when it was Chu Wanning. . . cry? Ridiculous. Of course, he beat the blind man.

Chu Wanning looked very cold. He walked modestly and said coldly: "What are you chatting about here if you're not cultivating properly? Mo Weiyu, you think you're amazing for getting the last divine weapon? So you're a sure winner and no one can beat you? You're very laid back."

"Shizun, I just wanted to. . ."

Chu Wanning's eyes were fierce, and Mo Ran shut up.

"Shi Mingjing will fight with me, Mo Weiyu." He paused and said with disgust, "Go practice. If you can't perform more than ten moves against me when I come to spar with you, go back and punish yourself by copying the Clear Heart Technique three hundred times. Get lost."

Ten moves?

Mo Ran felt like it'd be better to go straight to copying the Clear Heart Technique.

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The question is whether to put as many crazy sex scenes in my yaoi novel as possible or to have some build up before getting there. The problem is the guys are super horny already. They’re staring at each other’s erections after the race, part of me is like “hey, do you guys mind waiting?” Should I cause them some frustration or let them do their thing?

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Ch. 3 A Late Night Snack

As he walked toward his temporary home, he keeps thinking about that little miqo’te, “who was he...what did he mean by MY MASTER, who could ever try to control me…” He smiled as he thought about those sweet noises he wanted to hear, seeing that little face go from surprise to pleasure to absolute fear. As he was at the door of his house he stopped as he heard the someone nearby him trying to be sneak up on him. As he the stranger getting closer, he lowered his shoulders trying to sense who was trying to coming up behind him. He lifted his nose and smelled something similar, he chuckled as the familiar feeling the closer to him and tried to act as casual as he could. He turns with a smirk on his lips as he calmly says, "Well that's a happy surprise." As he was turning to see who stood behind him, partially expecting it to be Damiar.

Lestat seemed to radiate underneath the soft light of the moon, his hair shimmered with beautiful golden-blonde tones; he was so seductive and pleasing to look at. His eyes shimmered like a thousand stars; they were magnificent, easy to get lost in them. He was just a breathtaking creature of the night. He stood tall and proud as he looked upon the stranger's face not recognizing him, but that scent was something that seemed all too familiar to him.

Lifting his eyebrows as his eyes adjusted to the darkness to see who was approaching him. Not noticing it was a concealing spell, he tilted his head in question as he realizes this wasn't Damiar. He saw a slender looking figure which he thought was a male Viera then it got closer, and it appeared to be a miqo'te female standing in front of him with cute feminine features, soft blonde curly hair that flowed down past her shoulders, her lips pink that seemed to be glossy, her eyes so big and hopeful, shimmering bright purple like amethyst.

The Stranger reached with her soft small hands to touch Lestat, she spoke with a voice that slithered "my, my you are a big boy… Such a lovely creation." Touching his arm, squeezing it with her slender fingers. "I remember every one of my creations but, you? I know, I would've had my way with you more than once... What's your name, little one?"

As she smelled him trying to read his essence she laughs as she realized his truth, "OHH you're someone's pet, aren't you?!!!"

She keeps laughing loudly, sliding her hands on Lestat's chest smelling him and moaning softly.

"Mmhm, you smell so good, hmmm not royal but there is a mix in your blood, your master...hmm? Who decided it was okay to keep you from me?" She wondered why her loyal servant had hide this pet from her.

She leaned her face into Lestat and kissed his chest then his shoulders. She nibbled on his shoulder as she placed her lips on his neck, she was about to sink her teeth into him.

He heard a soft hiss as he felt the sharpness of her fangs rub against his skin. Lestat quickly wrapped his hand around the stranger’s neck, gripping it securely pulling her away from his own body, growling his eyes darken, the flirtations had passed.

He firmly said as he attempted to intimidate her. “TRY my neck again and I will bleed you!"

Her evil laughter filled the air as her body seemed so relaxed in Lestat's grip. The amethyst viper continued to speak, "Oh my, I do like you! Take me inside, and I will tell you EVERYTHING you want to know. You poor little ignorant fool.'' She caressed his face as she watched him grow in anger making her laugh at his strength wondering how much further he could be pushed. She looked at him and saw he wasn’t the type to be controlled, making her wonder why Dimitris would chose this one as a pet.

Lestat growled not liking the idea, he was about to snap her neck right there in the front of his door. Then they heard voices coming down the street, a group of people who had just stepped out of one of the drinking halls. She looked at Lestat waiting to see what he would do, she wondered, “does he have nothing to lose and will risk killing me in public?” She purred as she waited to see what he was capable of; he tightened his grip on her neck. He could feel it cracking in his hand as he narrowed his eyes seeing her smile grow brighter and brighter. As the voices got closer, he pulled her close to him. She giggled as she saw he wasn’t capable of doing it after all

She smiled and reached his chest and pinched his nipple coercing him to hurt her. He groaned and hissed at her knowing he could not cause another scene outside of this home. He had been warned by Simeon that some bounty hunters were chasing him. Lestat had gone on a killing spree in a La Noscea’s main city Limsa, earning him a hefty price on his head. Having no other alternative, he opened the door having the stranger follow him in, he prepared his wristlet blade ready to slit the throat of this venomous serpent at any sign of hostility.

This stranger held Lestat by his hips, pressing herself against his muscular body, holding him close, resting her face on his strong back. Lestat looks down at his waist seeing this stranger's hands running up and down his body feeling him up and enjoying what she was touching.

Gripping one of the Stranger's hands he brings the hand up to his mouth and kisses it softly, "Slow down now, someone is getting too excited.” He held her hand as he pulled the Stranger to face him, he holds her face in his hand. Sliding his hand under her chin pulling her in for a kiss.

Right as their lips are about to touch, Lestat sweetly asks teasing her for a taste rubbing their lips together as he spoke to her, "who are-?"

Before he could finish his question, the Stranger puts her finger up to Lestat's lips interrupting him, "nu-uh let me taste you first, it's the only way, I need to know for certain who and what you are.” She pressed herself against him and moaned, “I can't stand all this uncertainty." Her body started emitting a fragrance sweet like a perfume to entice him and she protracted her fangs about to bite him.

That scent a fragrance Lestat recognized it but couldn't get enough. Making him feel intoxicated he shook his head trying to gather himself as narrowed his eyes on the stranger. Feeling his mouth water and body tremble pulling her in to kiss her, forgetting why he let her in, in the first place; melting his brain clouding his judgment.

The stranger keeps kissing him, trying to find her opening to bite him and taste his blood to cast blood vision to see his life history. Pulling him around the rooms clumsily. Lestat grips her forcible and bangs her up against the wall stopping her from moving. He clutches her body tightly in his rough hands squeezing her, then sliding his hand to her neck wrapping his hand around it. She gasps as she hears his low growl thinking the fragrance didn't numb his brain. He pulls her in for a strong kiss as he lifts her up over his hips and she relaxes her body wrapping her legs around his waist knowing he is not aware of her plan.

Moaning as they keep kissing, she bites Lestat's lower lip hard, tearing his skin making him hiss, and pull on her hair making her stop. The Stranger gasps within moans wrapping her legs even tighter around Lestat's waist wanting to bring out the primal in him. She was so close to figuring out who this Lion belonged to. Lestat was huffing and puffing as he was kissing her with more force, biting her and digging his hands into her legs, gripping her not wanting to let go.

The Stranger starts tugging on Lestat's top as she is pinned between the bed's post and the lion trying to raven her, finally ripping it off she can see this beautiful body. Lestat's skin seemed to glimmer, such a sight to see. She could see every muscle as he tensed his body feeling the stranger's hand touch and grip his body. The Stranger moaned and grinded herself on Lestat's body the more she looked at him she came to realize what a hidden gem this specimen was. Now wanting to take her time with this Lion she started to admire this specimen. "What a happy and beautiful accident." She thought as she moaned in his ear.

Lestat starts to kiss her neck huffing into her ear sending shivers through her body making her dig her claws onto his back making him moan and groan, even more, lifting her again and throwing her on the bed.

The Stranger giggles as she falls on the bed getting a better look at this masculine beauty. He starts to climb over the Stranger on his bed, kissing her calves, knees, inner thighs working his way up slowly. He pauses at her hips kissing her soft skin taking his time as he moves his lips up to her abdomen as he looks up to verify that she is watching his every move. Her eyes roll back in pleasure seeing this honeyed beauty teasing her as he slowly starts untying her belt.

Biting on the string taking his time pulling it away seeing how this Stranger on his bed is just dying of excitement wanting to get her clothes ripped off. The Stranger grips tightly to the white silk cover knowing what is about to come next. Looking down back down at Lestat, biting down on her lip arching her back lifting her hips begging to feel their skin make contact already.

Finally taking it off Lestat starts rubbing his lips over her underwear, she moans in frustration wanting to be set free pushing herself back up to deeply kiss Lestat's lips as she rips off her underwear causing burns on her skin, she threw them off to the side of the bed. As she climbed over the muscular beauty, now trying to untie his bottom linen to get him equally naked. But Lestat swats her hand away and the stranger looks at him disgruntled.

Then Lestat chokes this naked stranger pinning her back down once more. The Stranger bites her lip groaning loving how dominant Lestat was. She thought, "I am taking him home! He will be my champion! What a night this turned out to be!"

He spread her legs and ran his fingers over her, feeling how excited she was for him. He brought up his fingers to her lips making her taste the honey, he saw he had her right where he wanted. Her mind was lost in her own pleasure.

Then he aggressively growls at the stranger, "answers, NOW!" The stranger's legs now were spread and pinned down by Lestat's massive muscular legs.

The Stranger raises his hands trying to defend himself and scratches Lestat's face. He is caught in surprise he wasn't expecting Lestat to be resistant to his essence. The Stranger's female mask drops and shows his true face, Lestat throws bites at The Male Stranger in his bed. He knew his eyes hadn't deceived him and he had seen a male Viera when he first approached.

Lestat growls then exposes his fangs as he pulls a blade under the stranger's legs. His growl makes the stranger freeze, as Lestat continued to speak, "or bye-bye to your favorite toy."

The Viera thinks, "what?!"

He hears Lestat growling in between his teeth, he then feels a blade in between his legs making him fall into a panic. He couldn't believe how fast he reacted and how he had lost complete control trying to figure out where he had gone wrong.

Fighting to move his legs Lestat tightens his grip on the stranger's neck and presses his knees on his thighs sending a shocking muscular pain into his opponent.

Lestat keeps talking, "If that's how you want to play... You're not the first I castrated in this bed," he starts digging his claws into the Stranger's neck-breaking the skin making it bleed.

The Stranger cries out for him to stop. Lestat teasingly moans and makes a grinding motion, "OH! I am experienced, baby."

The Stranger cries out again "Okay, okay!'' with tears filling his eyes he pleads "please stop hurting my beautiful skin, please!"

Lestat retracts his claws slowly; causing more blood comes out rolling down the nape of his neck falling onto the silk white covers.

Lestat growls once more, "Start talking or your neck won't be the only part bleeding."

The Stranger tries to move around again making Lestat groan in annoyance, then pressing his weight down with the hand tightly on The Stranger's neck. Lestat pierces his claws through the Stranger's skin once more, tearing it again and making him feel like he could crack his neck with the palm of his hand as he slits the blade cutting him a just bit underneath his testicles, hurting him making The Stranger start to cry.

Lestat continues as he moves the blade lower adjusting it right underneath his testicles, "I know how fun this toy can be, but cutting yours off will bring me immense joy. I will bleed you out, I don't give a fuck about who you are or what you want with me. All I want right now is to make sure I hurt you if you don’t give me what I want. Now, talk bitch!"

"FI-NE! '' the stranger speaks coarsely as he taps Lestat's hand on his neck so that he would release some pressure so he could speak. Lifting the blade from the stranger's testicles and throwing it to the dartboard across the room hitting its dead center. He quickly takes the stranger's hands, lifting them over his head and tugs on a leather strap tying him to the headboard.

"Speak!" now with his hands-free he takes the stranger's cock in his hand and starts stroking it, making The Stranger's eyes widen because he feels pleasure as his cock starts throbbing in his hand. He groans biting his lip chuckling thinking, "Oh he was playing with me! Oh? He’s into torture play: okay, let's go!" Then sees Lestat pull out another blade.

The Stranger looks around in a panic not knowing where he keeps getting these, freaking out he tries to speak but starts to frantically stutter. Lestat licked his hand then continued to stroke the stranger's cock again as he got comfortable getting his face closer to the stranger's cock teasing as he was going to put it in his mouth, “I see you are sensitive to how your skin looks. Not going to lie it is quite lovely, it would be a shame if I were to scar on this beautiful body, you know," Lestat chuckles evilly teasing the Viera on his bed as he continues, "I come from a family of... let's say hunters."

He pauses as he starts to stroke the cock faster and firmer, getting the Stranger hard as he can his moans escape his lips as fear fills his face as he can't stop looking at that blade getting closer to his cock. He keeps fighting it thinking, "FUCK! I don't want him to stop, JUST GET THAT FUCKING BLADE AWAY!"

Lestat continues his story, "I feel that torturing you will be my most savage work since I per se don't happen to be a craftsman. I actually hate crafting, so won’t make you look pretty... in fact, you'll never look pretty again." Lestat starts to laugh menacingly.

The stranger's face in complete disbelief starts frantically crying then after catching his breath he starts laughing at Lestat. He felt that this Vampire had no essence of his own, making his feeling of certainty shift, he now knows he is not in control. The Viera now knows he can't be kept down and can certainly escape.

Trying to regain control he takes the blade up to the side the tip of his cock and starts pressing the blade down, in swift motion cutting the tip of the cock off as blood drips down Lestat's hand to the Stranger's thigh, making him scream in pain" AGHHHH! F-F-FUCKKK FOR FUCK'S SAKE SSSTOPP!!!!!! Fine, fine, ASMODEUS!!"

Lifting the blade off from the cock, the spongy tip hanging holding on to bit of skin, silence fills the air. The Stranger didn't say anything else was only silently whimpering so after a few seconds; Lestat brings the blade back cutting off the tip completely as he screams, "LIKE THAT MEANS SHIT TO ME!" Before he can cut off any more pieces, they hear a voice whispers along with a small chant, making the aura of the room shift to darkness. Flinging Lestat across the room pinning him and choking him on the roof in the corner of his room.

In a frantic panic, Lestat starts throwing his blades then grasping at his neck trying to free himself but feeling nothing binding him there he cuts and scratches his own skin. Looking around the candles in the room flickering, dying then burning brightly and dimming again.

Lestat then thinks "What the FUCK is going on? Am I going to die? NO, NOOO! Where is this fucker?! I WILL KILL HIM!!" Growling and groaning trying to free himself.

He hears a voice, "You will be fine, just trust me."

"That voice I know- Simeon?" Lestat thought.

"How dare you use his name in VAIN, you crude creature!" Simeon says, using his telekinetic powers, strangles the stranger in Lestat's bed, pulling his legs to the pegs in the bottom of the bed, tying them as well. The Viera thinks, "SHIT! Solomon? I am out!"

Simeon releasing the grip on his neck, the stranger starts to laugh like a maniac. His eyes shifted from Amethyst to Green, and his hair turned black, the being possessing him had released him and escaped. The Stranger's face shifted again he in his own face now: a miqo'te a vampiric servant to Asmodeus, he continued to laugh then stated, “OHHHH hohhoh YOU WILL!! AHA HAH YOU will KNOW soon enough!!" As he laughed he exposed his fangs showing them he was just another vampire.

The Stranger on the bed turns to look over at Lestat as he is still being strangled on the roof the stranger continues speaking as he started to bleed out, "He SMELLS like him!" Simeon turned to Lestat in surprise, scolding Lestat in thought, "YOU DIDN'T!?", giving Lestat a dirty look Simeon thinking he had slept with Asmodeus and that was why he was being hunted now.

Releasing him, "You BITCH!" Simeon screams at Lestat who is completely confused, unsure what is going on.

"Simeon, what is he talking about?" He asks in worry.

Seeing how angry Simeon is getting Lestat starts chuckling anxiously lowering his body, getting in a stance to reach for a blade on the ground, Lestat says trying to calm him but preparing for the worst. "Hey! Hehe Hey! I don't know what he's talking about?! Don't do anything rash now, okay?"

"How could you be so dumb, Lestat I...” Simeon sighs deeply, covering his eyes with his right hand. Simeon knew that this Stranger was a Vampire like Lestat, but this vampire was owned and created by the Demon Prince Asmodeus.

Sensing the Vampire on the bed trying to pull a fast one to escape, Simeon raises his left hand in a fist and without effort, opening his fist up pulling on the straps securing him back onto the bed. Then sealed his wound to interrogate him later.

Lestat turns to look at the vampire his eyes filled with rage and wonder, questioning his companion.

"So, you have known more like me?'' Lestat asked waiting for a response feeling his chest tighten scared to hear his what he might say.

Simeon exasperated, looks up at Lestat rolling his eyes, "of course, how else do you think I was able to help you?... Look, that's not what is important," getting closer to Lestat, he grabs him from his shoulders looking into his eyes. Simeon's expression changed into one of worry for his friend he says, ''Phoebus."

Lestat knew what he had to do next; he wasn't sure if he could continue to trust Simeon, but he couldn't see any other exit at that moment, this had to be an extreme motive for Simeon to use their escape word.

He rushes into his closet grabbing a small shoulder bag and a new top along with a cloak puts on his shoes as he's about to walk out of the chambers turns to Simeon grabbing something from his pocket. "Dienekes" and places a small ribbon with a key on the small table next to Simeon before walking out.

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