Chapter 75: Whoever gets pricked again is a dog.
After the news was released, it indeed caused a great uproar in the cultivation world.
Some people couldn’t believe it. “Liao Chen and Yan Qi? Getting married? Are you sure you didn’t hear wrong?”
Some people’s expressions were dazed. “Aren’t they arch-nemesis… who doesn’t know about the battle over the Endless Sea back then? They were both seriously injured, and the Immortal Lord’s core was even shattered by that fiend. And they can still be together?!”
Some people murmured to themselves, “Impossible, I must be dreaming… even if the demon lord Liao admires the Immortal Lord, the Immortal Lord should still raise his sword and cut him down!!!”
There were also some who cursed endlessly: “Yan Jingyu, that madman! He chose Liao Chen. Is he going to oppose our entire immortal sects?!!!”
But this kind of person would often wake up the next morning, limping, and shout outside, “The Immortal Lord and the demon lord are the most perfect match! They are the best match in the world!!!”
They would shout until the sun set, their voices hoarse, before they would barely stop.
Without exception.
Yan Jingyu was naturally completely unaware of this. He just patiently shut himself in his room and personally drew up the style of the wedding clothes.
Even without using the laws of the Heavenly Mandate, he could also predict what people outside were saying about him now. He didn’t really care about what those people said. Actually, to become Daoist companions with Liao Chen, even though he had never specifically thought about this matter, he had indeed had a premonition.
Liao Chen was not a person who would easily open his heart to others. To stand side by side with him, one had to put one’s life in the other’s hands and let him have absolute control.
And Liao Chen surely also knew that Yan Jingyu was not a person who would be at the mercy of others and could not possibly give up all control. So exchanging their soul-lamps was the best choice.
In this way, once it was discovered that one of them had betrayed the other, the other would have the opportunity to kill him…
Yan Jingyu thought, and couldn’t help but laugh.
Who would have thought that the two of them, after being enemies for many years, had a mutual appreciation, and had also entrusted their lives to each other and fought against the rules together, yet in the end, they were still mutually restraining each other…
Liao Chen, that dog thing. Marrying him is definitely the most regrettable thing this Lord has ever done.
“You’re going to personally sew a wedding dress for me?” A voice suddenly came from behind. Yan Jingyu’s brush paused slightly, his eyebrows raised. “Where would I know how to use a needle?”
Liao Chen had already come to his desk, his expression thoughtful. “If you are willing to make a wedding dress for me, then I will also reluctantly make one for you.”
Yan Jingyu didn’t want to make a wedding dress for him with his own hands at all. He had always been one to use his mouth rather than his hands, to lie down rather than stand. Compared to Liao Chen, who had to be at the forefront of everything, and had even cultivated his second cultivation body to the Taiqing Realm, it could be said that they were two extremes.
But he glanced at the other’s expression. The latter was focused on looking at the drawing on the paper. Noticing his probing gaze, he suddenly dodged a little, crossed his arms over his chest, and his actions and expression suddenly became much more. “I’m just afraid that you will think the wedding is not perfect at that time, and will come to settle the score with me in the future. If you think it doesn’t matter, this Lord is also too lazy to waste that effort.”
…Who on earth would think the wedding is not perfect?
Yan Jingyu thought for a moment. “One for each of us?”
Liao Chen’s eyes lit up, and the corners of his lips lifted. “Let’s see who does better.”
Making clothes was not easy. From picking the fabric to cutting and then sewing, it was all meticulous work. Liao Chen was always very serious about the things he was willing to do, and soon he had it all figured out. He carefully measured the ruler and drew the lines. When he turned his face to look for the scissors, he saw Yan Jingyu cutting directly at the fabric.
His eyelids immediately twitched. “Why aren’t you drawing the lines?!”
“Don’t worry, trust me.” Yan Jingyu confidently picked up the scissors. Liao Chen’s brow furrowed tightly. He suddenly snatched them away from him. “No, the books all say you have to draw the lines. If you don’t draw the lines, what if it’s crooked somewhere? I don’t want to wear an ugly thing out.”
“…You’re so particular.” Yan Jingyu had no choice but to take out a ruler. He felt that he was naturally not cut out for this kind of work. But when he turned his head to look at Liao Chen, he found that he was extremely serious with every step. After cutting, he even had to fold it up to check the balance. If there was even a tiny bit extra, he would have to carefully trim it off with the scissors.
He was busy with his own, but he also refused to let Yan Jingyu off the hook. From time to time, he would come over to check on Yan Jingyu’s progress. If he found that he was a step behind, he would stand by his side and forcefully force him to catch up. He even corrected Yan Jingyu’s posture when holding the scissors. “Don’t slant your shoulders so much. The fabric you cut out will definitely be skewed.”
“You see, I knew it. When you were cutting just now, this line was still there. Now it’s been eaten by you. It’s crooked.”
“…A deviation of one or two fingers is a normal phenomenon.” Yan Jingyu defended himself, but Liao Chen was stubborn and insisted on making him cut off the lines in other places as well to ensure that both sides were completely symmetrical.
Clearly, it was a two-person job, but he had made it a four-person job. After finally finishing the cutting, he carefully checked it, and then compared every step with the drawing. After confirming that there were no problems, he then instructed Yan Jingyu to start sewing.
He also had to supervise when sewing, and had to repeatedly confirm if every step of Yan Jingyu’s was correct. After he was done, he would align the two pieces of cloth and stuff them into Yan Jingyu’s hands, telling him, “Sew from here.”
Yan Jingyu couldn’t even get angry anymore. He could only pick up the piece of cloth and start to poke the needle. With one stitch, he let out a hiss. Liao Chen looked up from the opposite side, a smile in his eyes. “You’ve pricked yourself already? You might as well…”
His hand paused slightly. Yan Jingyu’s spiritual sense swept over and saw a clear drop of blood. He immediately gloated. “You’re not much better.”
“You still have the face to laugh.” Liao Chen said, “If it weren’t for you, would I be like this?”
“Don’t you dare to be the first to complain.” Yan Jingyu said, “If it weren’t for you insisting on some perfect wedding, I wouldn’t have had to suffer this kind of punishment.”
“Just take it as a test.” Liao Chen said, “Whoever gets pricked again is a dog.”
“…Whoever makes something that the other can’t wear is a dog.”
Liao Chen sneered contemptuously. “This is what you should be worried about.”
Yan Jingyu, while feeling very disdainful, was also provoked by him to a competitive spirit and let out a cold laugh.
He had always had a very stable biological clock, with three meals a day, not a single one missed. Although he had made up his mind to do better than Liao Chen, he had not wronged himself to keep working.
Liao Chen seemed to want to continue very much, but when he found that Yan Jingyu had started to eat, he also stopped and came over to sit opposite him, frowning as he looked at him.
Yan Jingyu ate as if no one else were around. He would occasionally meet his gaze and, noticing the urging in his eyes, couldn’t help but say in annoyance, “You continue. I’ll work hard after I finish eating.”
“I’ve already sewn one more sleeve than you.”
“Clearly it’s half a sleeve.”
“I also helped you with many checks. The total work time is enough to sew another sleeve, so in fact, I should have sewn one and a half more sleeves than you.”
“…” Yan Jingyu was so angry when he heard him speak that he forcefully tore at the chicken leg in his mouth, his eyes resentful. “Do you have to be so clear with me?”
“Of course we have to be clear.” Liao Chen said coldly, “To be precise, this Lord is still the one at a loss. After all, you haven’t done any checks for me.”
“I trusted you…”
“You were clearly just lazy and didn’t care.”
Yan Jingyu suddenly put down the chicken leg and stopped eating.
Liao Chen: “…Full?”
Yan Jingyu kicked him under the table.
“…” Liao Chen subconsciously shrank his foot, lowered his eyes, and became quiet.
Yan Jingyu kicked him again. Liao Chen directly pulled his foot under the chair, his lips pursed, and he looked at his expression with some confusion.
Yan Jingyu was silent. Not until the other moved his stool, went around to his side, and rolled up his sleeves, and began to serve him food, muttering, “Why are you so easily angered?”
“I am sad.”
“…” Liao Chen glanced at him again, was quiet for a few moments, then raised his hand to wipe the grease from the corner of his mouth, and said softly, “My words were not good again. Don’t hold it against me.”
Ever since Yan Jingyu had firmly stood with him in front of Ling Dannan, Liao Chen’s attack power had lessened a lot. Yan Jingyu turned his head and deliberately bit his finger. The latter’s finger moved slightly, but was still in front of him, clearly waiting for him to bite to his heart’s content.
So Yan Jingyu bit him again. Liao Chen looked at his face, still with no intention of withdrawing his hand.
Yan Jingyu glanced at his long-suffering face and finally reluctantly let go of his anger. “I’ll spare you this once. Take it away.”
“…” Liao Chen’s finger curled slightly. As he withdrew his arm, his finger gently brushed against his lips. Yan Jingyu was completely unaware and started to eat again after his anger had dissipated. After he finished eating, he went to the side with him to continue sewing clothes.
This time, Liao Chen did not continue to compete with him. He would occasionally look up at him, and there was also a hint of being lost in thought.
Yan Jingyu had also been paying attention to his movements. Noticing that his movements had slowed down for some reason, he began to bury his head and speed up. He soon finished sewing both sleeves, his eyes curving. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers in front of Liao Chen.
Attracting his gaze, he then triumphantly shook the two sleeves. The cuffs were wide, and he held them in his hands, dancing gracefully, like a big red butterfly.
The red clothes reflected his soft and moist face, making one lose their senses.
“Alright.” Yan Jingyu directly threw the clothes on the table. “I’ll just do this much for today. I’ll continue with the rest tomorrow. You can leave after you catch up to me.”
He directly loosened his clothes, preparing to go to bed. Liao Chen had the Vermilion Bird’s divinity, so it was more convenient for him to come and go. He would often take the initiative to come and find Yan Jingyu, always coming two or three times a day. The rest of the time, he would cultivate in the Demon Palace.
Perhaps it was because the two of them had been upside down for too long when they had just met recently, but recently, Liao Chen had no intention of spending time with him. Yan Jingyu was even less inclined. He had many hobbies. He could stay alone for a long time even if he were just in a daze in a mental maze, so he was even less inclined to think about these things.
But today, just as he had gotten into bed, he heard Liao Chen say, “I’m sleeping here tonight.”
Yan Jingyu opened his eyes, his expression confused. “Sleep?”
In his impression, the night was usually Liao Chen’s cultivation time. He would usually go straight back to the Demon Palace.
He suddenly realized something. He suddenly sat up from the bed, wrapped in the quilt. “Have you been thinking about this since just now?!”
No wonder he was so distracted just now, giving him a chance to catch up. Liao Chen did not feel ashamed at all. “My demonic nature…”
In Yan Jingyu’s suddenly cold gaze, he swallowed the rest of his words. “Yes, I missed you again.”
He said this without being servile or overbearing, his eyes staring at Yan Jingyu without blinking. Yan Jingyu barely softened his expression. “Not tonight.”
“Why not?” Liao Chen threw the wedding clothes away and walked towards him. Yan Jingyu immediately raised his hand, and an invisible barrier directly stopped him from getting close. Yan Jingyu raised an eyebrow. “I also have my own ideas. I can’t always follow your footsteps.”
“…” Liao Chen pondered. “Is it because I said something that made you unhappy just now?”
Yan Jingyu just smiled.
Liao Chen couldn’t possibly forcefully break through the barrier because of this kind of thing. He looked at his future Daoist companion, who had already let down his long hair and was soft and beautiful on the bed, and slowly put his hands behind his back. “I’m just staying for one night, just sleeping. It’s fine, right?”
Yan Jingyu observed him, and gradually curved his lips. “Alright, then you sew the two sleeves first, and I’ll let you come up.”
Liao Chen’s mood was slightly restless. He glanced at Yan Jingyu again, but in the end, he turned and went back to the table.
This time, it was Yan Jingyu’s turn to be the supervisor. “Are you in a hurry? The stitches are clearly not as dense as they were just now.”
His tone was deliberate. Liao Chen indeed held back and slowed down his movements. Yan Jingyu finally got his revenge, picked up some dried fruit from his own table, and started to chew, continuing to watch him as he chewed.
“Aiya, aiya, that last stitch was too big again. Hurry up and go back.”
“Why are you so absent-minded? Do you want to sleep with me that much?”
Liao Chen frowned, and for a rare moment, he actually didn’t refute him. Yan Jingyu held back his laughter and finally withdrew the barrier. “Alright, come and sleep.”
Hearing him say this, Liao Chen, on the contrary, was not in a hurry. He said with a straight face, “I want to finish sewing.”
“Are you going to ascend to heaven?”
“…” Liao Chen stopped his movements, but in the end, he still put down the clothes in his hand and walked towards him with slow and steady steps.
He loosened his shoes and socks and outer garment, turned to look at Yan Jingyu, and suddenly held him in his arms, reaching for his waist.
“Who wants to ascend to heaven, hmm? Who wants to ascend?”
