Chapter 23 Part 2: Do you like me?
Even if Liao Chen loved cultivating as much as he loved wine, as if he were obsessed, as if he were mad, as if he were an ox, as if he were a horse…
“Impossible.” Yan Jingyu thought it over and over, then glared at Liao Chen again. “You can’t be that lucky to be able to cultivate a secondary cultivation body to the Taiqing Realm too!”
Liao Chen never gave any clear response.
Even Yan Jingyu, who had been racking his brains for so long, thought this was impossible. The idiots in the Demonic Domain would be even less likely to think of it.
His mood improved a little. His gaze swept over the silver strands in the other’s hair. “Come here.”
How could Yan Jingyu possibly listen to him? He was full of the smell of wine now, and some had even spilled on his chest. He was so angry he couldn’t find his bearings. But he had no strength to even truss a chicken. In his frustration, he directly grabbed the wine jar and threw it at him. Liao Chen casually caught it and placed it to the side, looking at his flushed face.
He casually used a Dust-Cleansing Art. “Alright, you’re clean.”
“You’re just taking advantage of the fact that I can’t beat you now, aren’t you?!”
“…Didn’t I already clean you up?”
“I was trying to talk to you with good intentions, pouring you wine, talking to you from the heart, and I even understood you! You mocked me and misunderstood me several times, and I didn’t get angry with you! I just leaned on you for a bit, and you deliberately threw me down, splashing wine all over me, you…”
“It was because you were living under someone else’s roof and had to please me.” Liao Chen corrected, “Don’t make it sound like you were being so sincere.”
“…” Yan Jingyu fell silent, but his eyes suddenly turned red for a moment. He turned his head away, his calves hanging off the jade bed. As he was about to leave, he was suddenly grabbed.
Liao Chen looked at his gradually soaked, dark eyelashes, his expression pausing slightly. “What were you trying to do just now by pleasing me?”
“Nothing.” Yan Jingyu’s voice was a little hoarse. He pulled his hand out of his palm, but was grabbed again. “Do you want to know about the authority of the laws after ascending to immortality, or do you want me to let you go play with the little demons?”
Yan Jingyu’s eyelashes trembled. His red eyes looked at him and he said subconsciously, “You’re willing…”
“I am.”
As soon as the words fell, a smile bloomed on Yan Jingyu’s face. He scrambled up on all fours and came face to face with him, trying his best to suppress his wild joy, and said innocently, “Then I want both.”
“…” Liao Chen said, “You’re playing tricks again.”
“The point is not whether I’m playing tricks or not, but whether these tricks work on you.” Yan Jingyu corrected seriously, then rolled his eyes, a little curious, a little probing, and a little happy. “Are you afraid of me crying?”
“…” Liao Chen’s brow twitched. Yan Jingyu’s smile became even brighter. He moved a little closer. Liao Chen’s back stiffened, his neck also stiff. He said in a deep voice, “Do you really want me to be afraid of you crying?”
“Of course I do.” Yan Jingyu said, as if it were a matter of course. “This means you care about me.”
“You care that I care about you?”
“I do.” Yan Jingyu said, “Knowing that you have me in your heart, I won’t be so afraid to stay here.”
“…So you are very afraid.”
“So you really have me in your heart?”
“So you’re planning to cry in front of me whenever you have a problem in the future?”
“So in the future, as long as I cry, you’ll be willing to give me anything?”
Liao Chen let out a light laugh. “You can try.”
“Do you like me?”
“Bullshit!”
Yan Jingyu’s head was directly pressed down by him forcefully, and he happened to fall right between his legs. The fabric of the clothes covered his eyes, and he went black. Liao Chen had already grabbed his lower back and turned him ninety degrees like a clock hand, from facing down to lying on his side, and began to rummage through his hair.
“Mmm, mmm…” Yan Jingyu was forced to lie on his lap. He struggled to lift his face and cursed, “You damned bastard, are you going to… hiss, ah, ah, you’re pulling my hair again, you bastard!”
Liao Chen pressed him down as if he were pressing down a quail. Yan Jingyu’s breathing became chaotic. He reached out to grab Liao Chen’s hair, but the latter seemed to have sensed it long ago. His long hair seemed to have a mind of its own and floated to the side. Yan Jingyu’s slender white fingers were bent into the shape of claws, but he couldn’t grab a single strand.
He was even pressed down on the head again. Liao Chen’s tone was sinister. “I’m doing this for your own good!”
“It hurts, ah, ah, woooo…” Yan Jingyu suddenly became fierce and bit down on the thigh in front of him. Liao Chen’s brow furrowed slightly. He slightly strengthened his physical body. Yan Jingyu suddenly felt as if he had bitten on a rock. He spat out the clothes in his mouth and went to bite Liao Chen’s side. The latter finally let out a low curse. “Freeze.”
The pain on his scalp and the constant struggling made Yan Jingyu’s face turn red.
Liao Chen finally finished pulling his hair, supported his shoulders, and turned him over. Yan Jingyu’s hands were still in a half-grabbing shape, and his arms were also in a ferocious posture. Unfortunately, his wide sleeves had slipped down halfway, revealing a section of his forearm that was as white as jade, making it difficult to display any imposing manner.
His dark hair was messy on his face, and the tears at the corners of his eyes had already flowed into his temples. He looked both fierce and pitiful.
Liao Chen’s eyes curved slightly. He put his arms down, pulled down his wide sleeves to cover his wrists, and then lifted his hand to brush the hair away from his face, looking at the eyes full of resentment and tears. “Are there any more wood grains on your body?”
Yan Jingyu’s lips were tightly pursed.
Liao Chen gently pinched his chin. Yan Jingyu could finally move his mouth. “You’d better just kill me. Otherwise, the next time I make a move…”
“Your Heavenly Mandate Eyes are a law-grade artifact.”
Yan Jingyu’s expression was dazed. “Wha…”
“Are there any more wood grains on your body?”
Yan Jingyu’s mind was in a mess. He tried hard to sort out his thoughts and said subconsciously, “No…”
“None on your neck. What about other places?”
“None.” Yan Jingyu said, “Law-grade…”
“Let me see.”
Liao Chen’s fingers were long and slender, the knuckles slightly wide and slightly protruding. The knuckles of his index and middle fingers were bent, and he hooked open his collar, but in the next instant, he suddenly stopped.
Only Yan Jingyu’s mouth could move. His back was supported by his palm, and his whole body was almost trapped in his arms.
He didn’t pay much attention to Liao Chen’s actions. When he saw him stop, he was even a little stunned.
His fingers curled and tightened. Liao Chen slowly withdrew his fingers. “Have you checked yourself?”
“Who would look at their own body for no reason?” Yan Jingyu said. “That thing doesn’t affect eating or drinking…”
Liao Chen finally released his freezing spell. Yan Jingyu immediately sat up from his arms, crawled out, and distanced himself from him. “What did you mean just now by law-grade artifact?”
“To be on the safe side, eat this.” Liao Chen handed over another bottle of Longevity Pills. Yan Jingyu’s expression was complicated for a moment. “Why do you care so much about the wood grains on my body?”
“The Wutong is a divine object of my clan. For its wood grains to grow on your body is somewhat inappropriate.”
“…” Yan Jingyu was annoyed. “I told you this thing isn’t for treating this! Do you have any of the pills I mentioned last time?”
Liao Chen waved his hand. The things in the Qiankun Pouch suddenly flowed out like a tide. All kinds of bottles and jars filled the air in front of Yan Jingyu like a cloud, one row, two rows, three rows… Just as it was about to fill the entire room, it stopped.
Yan Jingyu looked at the dense array of bottles in front of him and subconsciously closed his eyes for a moment.
Although he had thought that the Demon Realm had surely stolen a lot of things from the immortal sects over several generations, when he saw so many, almost comparable to the Hutian Pill Pavilion, he still felt a little dizzy.
“These are just one percent of what’s in the Qiankun Pouch.”
Yan Jingyu’s eyes shot open, and he glared at him.
If you put it that way, it’s not just comparable to the Pill Pavilion, it’s a complete annihilation of the Pill Pavilion!!
He subconsciously stood up from the jade bed and picked through them. He soon looked at Liao Chen again with a somewhat dazed expression. “There are a lot of low-grade spiritual medicines in here…”
Many of them only had the effect of strengthening the body and were not even looked at by low-level cultivators at the Phoenix-Beginning stage. The most outrageous thing was that there were even mortal cold pills and the like…
Are your successive Demon Lords all so unaspiring?
“Oh.” Liao Chen said, “Besides the legacy of the successive Demon Lords, there are also many of my private collections in here.”
“…” Yan Jingyu was relieved.
He took out a few bottles and looked at Liao Chen. “How old are these bezoar detoxification pills?”
“Three or four hundred years, I guess.”
“Mortal things can’t be preserved for that long. Don’t you know?”
“Maybe after being catalyzed for a thousand years, they will have other effects?”
Yan Jingyu directly dived in. There were too many bottles and jars. With the support of spiritual energy, it was no problem for him to climb around inside. Yan Jingyu rummaged through the top and bottom, and from time to time, a voice came from inside.
“Why is there even Bazhen Yimu Wan!!”
“Do you often have toothaches? What are you doing with so much Bingpeng San?!”
“Liuwei Dihuang Wan, Wuji Baifeng Wan, Huoxiang Zhengqi Wan… they’re all spoiled, do you know that!!!”
“There’s even spoiled aphrodisiac?! Liao Qi Mei, do you even know what good things are! Do you have some kind of strange hoarding fetish?!”
…
The bottles clattered against each other. After a long while, Yan Jingyu seemed to have tired of cursing.
When he finally climbed out, he was holding a chipped, double-handled coarse porcelain jar. Inside was a solidified paste-like substance, pitch black, with a smooth surface.
Yan Jingyu was calm. “What is this?”
Liao Chen cast his gaze over. After thinking for a long time, he said, “Black dog’s blood.”
“Why is there black dog’s blood?”
“To drive away ghosts.”
“…Is it useful?”
“So it was put away.”
“…”
