Chapter 49: Your heart is beating very fast.
“Yan Jingyu…” Liao Chen subconsciously followed behind him, watching as he picked up a soft cushion from the ground and stuffed it into his storage ring, then reached out to grab a jade pot on the table that he had been using a lot recently. He followed Yan Jingyu around the table once. “You don’t have to do this…”
Yan Jingyu directly walked towards the dressing table again, pulled open a drawer to look for a hair accessory. He used to love to be pretty. Later, after coming to the Demon Palace, he had unknowingly developed that habit again. Now, there were already many different styles of hairpins and jade belts in this dressing table. Liao Chen watched him pick and choose inside, and couldn’t help but think of the unlucky sod who had been constantly cultivating bitterly for a hundred years, yet had repeatedly hit a wall.
At this moment, he finally understood how rare it was for Yan Jingyu to be so free and easy now, doing whatever he wanted, as long as he was happy.
He suddenly felt that Yan Jingyu didn’t have to be so high and mighty, Yan Jingyu didn’t have to be so eye-catching, Yan Jingyu didn’t have to do everything better than others…
“You’re very good just like this…”
He followed behind Yan Jingyu, being led around in circles by him. Yan Jingyu, while grabbing here and there, said, “The closest martial arts arena to the Demonic Domain should be in Youyue City. The only bad thing about Youyue City is that it’s too close to the Demonic Domain and is always harassed by demonic beasts… hehe…”
He suddenly smiled at Liao Chen. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m also a person of the Demonic Domain now. This has no effect on me.”
Liao Chen looked at his smile and subconsciously nodded.
“With your current authority, even if I go back and forth from Hutian every day, you can still pick me up and take me home at any time, right?”
Liao Chen reacted for a moment. “Yes.”
He had endured too many divine tribulations in time and space, and had fallen directly from a Demon God to the Formless Realm. Although he had been cultivating hard while accompanying Yan Jingyu and had already reached the peak of the Taiqing Realm again, he did not dare to try to break through to the demonic stage again. The rules had been staring at him. Once he wanted to break through to the demonic stage, they would definitely attract a divine tribulation to turn him into a piece of fire-element demonic stone.
But the Vermilion Bird’s divinity on him had not been lost, so he still possessed a certain divine quality. The Li Fire was also still in his hands. It was not difficult to pick Yan Jingyu up and take him home.
Yan Jingyu looked at his eyes. They were dark, with a hint of crimson in the pupils, but they were missing a wisp of flowing, golden…
Liao Chen suddenly realized something and formed a seal behind his back.
Before he came back, he had already practiced this illusion in front of the mirror countless times.
In the depths of his dark eyes, a familiar, thread-like golden mark appeared.
That was the personification of the divine pulse.
Yan Jingyu blinked, then looked carefully again. “You…”
“I don’t want you to go.”
Yan Jingyu hadn’t expected him to say this so directly. He was stunned for a moment. “Didn’t you hope to have a peak battle with me? You’ve been forcing me to cultivate, cultivate, cultivate before. Why are you not happy now that I’m about to start cultivating?”
“…I want you to be happy.”
Yan Jingyu’s eyelashes trembled. He looked at the other’s eyes and subconsciously dodged again.
Aiya… what’s going on? How come I feel like he’s about to cry again…
He scratched his head, turned to avoid the other. Liao Chen suddenly grabbed his wrist. “Didn’t you always say that the Demon Palace has no worldly atmosphere? I’ll accompany you to the mortal world. We’ll go and experience the life of ordinary people, okay?”
“…” Yan Jingyu looked at him. Liao Chen directly put away the illusion, his dark eyes deep, even the wisp of red inside had disappeared. Yan Jingyu looked at him for a while again, then said slowly, “Why do you want to experience the life of ordinary people with me?”
“I want to spend more time with you.”
Yan Jingyu pursed his lips, still exploring his pupils. “Why do you want to accompany me?”
“I, I…”
“No.” Yan Jingyu threw the pillow in his hand away. “Liao Qi Mei, what’s wrong with you? Is it endless?!”
Liao Chen did not speak, just looked at him, his eyes filled with mist, and under his angry gaze, there was a tendency for it to spread more and more.
“…” Yan Jingyu gradually became guilty, and his momentum had to be retracted a little. “You, you don’t have to be so sad,” he stammered.
“What if I’m already sad?”
His voice was hoarse, and even a little helpless. He stared at him without blinking, as if he were hiding endless grievances. Yan Jingyu’s gaze shifted to the side, then he forced himself to look at him. “I, didn’t I say, I’m going to the martial arts competition.”
“I don’t want you to go to the martial arts competition.”
“Then what do you want me to do!”
“I want you to do what you want to do.”
“The martial arts competition is what I want to do!”
“…I’m afraid you’ll get hurt.”
“……………………” Yan Jingyu was already fierce on the outside but timid on the inside. At this moment, he was truly at his weakest. He was sullen for a while. “But, but didn’t you especially want to fight with me?”
“But I want to see you well even more.”
Liao Chen’s voice was also very soft. The two of them stood opposite each other. Liao Chen’s eyes were always on him, but Yan Jingyu’s gaze was on the ground. He rubbed the invisible dust on the ground with the sole of his shoe, his hand clutching the corner of his clothes, and said sullenly, “What on earth do you mean?”
“I can’t bear to see you get hurt.”
Yan Jingyu’s ears suddenly turned a little red. He unconsciously tilted his head, rubbed his burning ear with his shoulder, and moved his gaze left and right. “What, what do you mean, can’t bear…”
This time, Liao Chen also lowered his eyes slightly, as if he were thinking very seriously. After a while, he looked at Yan Jingyu again and said in a very soft and hoarse voice, “My heart hurts.”
Yan Jingyu unconsciously held his breath.
He held his sleeve tightly. His burning ears seemed to be able to feel the touch of the cool air flowing. He stood there with a blank mind for a long time. Before Liao Chen could speak again, he suddenly turned around. “You wait for me for eight months!”
He reached out his hand, and the external spiritual sea immediately entangled the Du Fang Sword, which was standing side by side with ‘Lian Feng’. He forcefully took back his own storage ring. Before he could step out, Liao Chen had already followed him. Yan Jingyu didn’t dare to look at him and said fiercely, “Wait for me here obediently!”
“I won’t wait for you.” Yan Jingyu stopped. He heard him say, “I will guard you.”
“…” In the end, Yan Jingyu couldn’t hold it in. He tilted his head so as not to look at Liao Chen, but reached out his hand towards the other, fumbling around. Before he could find the other’s forehead, Liao Chen had already leaned forward slightly and voluntarily pressed his forehead against his palm.
His forehead was a little cool compared to Yan Jingyu’s palm. Yan Jingyu’s gaze was on the Suixing Hall behind him. Liao Chen even raised his hand and gently helped him adjust it, making the slightly tilted palm completely horizontal, so that he could press his entire forehead from his fingers to his palm and then to the back of his palm.
The two of them did not speak for a long time.
Not until Liao Chen’s gaze fell on his chest. “Your heart is beating very fast.”
Only then did Yan Jingyu suddenly withdraw his hand and take several steps back, staring at him with wide eyes. “You, you tell me honestly, you, what happened after you knocked me out?”
Liao Chen gazed at him, slowly straightened up, and said, “I refined all the spiritual medicines, but your soul-lamp had no reaction.”
“You refined all the spiritual medicines…?”
Yan Jingyu’s expression once again showed a familiar look of heartache and disbelief. He wanted to say, do you know what those spiritual medicines mean when used on me… But looking at his lost eyes, he forcefully swallowed his words. “And?”
His eyes were once again in turmoil. The steps he took towards Yan Jingyu seemed to have become extremely heavy. Yan Jingyu retreated repeatedly. “You, you just stand there…”
“If you insist on going to the martial arts competition, let me go with you.”
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and summoned an octagonal flying carriage that was entirely gilded. The two golden stones in front of the carriage began to move, stretch, and split, turning into six gilded golden horses, with white jade inlaid on their double horns. They let out a long neigh, magnificent and unparalleled.
Yan Jingyu’s eyeballs almost popped out, but a wisp of spiritual energy suddenly lifted him up. He said quickly, “Wait, wait, wait!!”
His body was suspended in the air. Liao Chen gazed at him with deep eyes. Yan Jingyu said, “You, you are… what are you doing?”
“Sending you to Youyue City.” Liao Chen said, “Didn’t you envy Chi Yuan for having all sorts of luxurious mounts every time he went out? Today, you can also experience it.”
“You, you put me down first.”
Liao Chen was quiet for a moment and obediently put him down. The golden horses above let out another long neigh, vividly lifting their front hooves to rub their noses… it even rubbed its nose! It held its head high and stomped a few times, as if it were stretching its limbs and preparing to run wildly forward.
Yan Jingyu landed on the ground, quickly stomped his feet twice to feel the ground, and at the same time, moved a little further away, and reached out his hands to hug a nearby corridor pillar. The pillar was really a bit thick. His cheeks were pressed against it. He held on tightly with both hands, barely feeling a little sense of security. “What are you doing, suddenly being so good to me…”
“I will be this good to you in the future.”
“…” Sometimes I feel that this fellow is also quite good at avoiding the important and dwelling on the trivial. Yan Jingyu muttered for a moment. “The reason?”
Liao Chen looked at him with a sad face. “You’re about to die.”
“I’m about to die, so you’re good to me? Then, if Yu Qiuye is about to die, you’ll also be good to him? If An Long is about to die, you’ll also give him whatever he wants? If Wolf Qiong is about to die, are you also going to agree to let me marry him?”
“…” Liao Chen frowned slightly. “How can they compare to you?”
The corners of Yan Jingyu’s mouth unconsciously lifted slightly. Thinking of something, his eyes darkened again. He gestured to the shiny golden carriage above. “Put it away first.”
Liao Chen raised his hand, and the carriage immediately came to his palm. The few horses unwillingly retracted again, returning to two golden blocks.
Yan Jingyu finally no longer had to worry about being pushed up to be a show-off. He immediately let go of the pillar and walked over, reaching out to poke the toy-like carriage. Liao Chen directly handed it over. “It’s for you.”
“…” Yan Jingyu held it in his hand, poked the golden block, and said, “Since you insist on following me, then I’ll take you to Youyue City with me. But you should still help me with an illusion first. Otherwise, they’ll be reluctant to hit me when they see my face.”
Liao Chen was silent for a while again. “Do we have to go to Youyue City?”
“Isn’t Youyue City the closest? It’s also convenient to go back and forth.”
“If you want.” Liao Chen raised his hand, and a huge formation suddenly rose from his palm, gradually forming a floating arena. His voice was calm. “The Demonic Domain can also have a martial arts arena.”
“…It’s, it’s too conspicuous.” Yan Jingyu pulled his sleeve. “Put it down. It would be so embarrassing if I were beaten down.”
All the palaces of the Demon Palace suddenly pulled apart, and in the cleared space, a huge arena fell heavily. Liao Chen withdrew his hand and looked at him. “This arena is very big. No one can beat you down.”
Although he knew he was being sincere, these words were still a bit strange. Yan Jingyu had no choice. “Thank you.”
“I will give you whatever you want.” Liao Chen said, “Anything.”
Yan Jingyu began to have some crooked ideas again. “Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Including your life?”
“Mm.”
“…Really?” Yan Jingyu eagerly took out a dagger from his storage ring, at the same time seeing a curved blade float up in front of him.
The dagger was pointed at Liao Chen, and the tip of the curved blade was also suspended at Yan Jingyu’s heart.
Yan Jingyu held his breath, glanced at his dark eyes, and also the expression that showed no hint of joking.
“No, didn’t you say it was up to me?”
“I’m worried you can’t protect yourself.” The curved blade gently pressed against his heart. Liao Chen took his hand and aimed it at his own heart, his gaze deep and dense. “If your purpose before you die is to take me with you…”
“How could I possibly let you live alone?”
