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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter Eighty-Six: Let You See What a Real Man Is
Tang Zisu swatted away his hand that had slipped into her clothes. "Stop it, I'm on a diet. But can Lang Ye find Softy?"
Lang Ye could definitely find Softy, and he had to.
He left Infinite Cave and went straight to the Shrine. It was particularly quiet inside the Shrine, with no one around. On the kitchen counter lay a plate of Snow White Glutinous Rice and Red Bean Buns, next to a bundle of green vegetables. Lang Ye reached for a bun but found it too hard and cold; only a few bite marks were left on it. He placed the bun back on the plate, feeling increasingly heavy-hearted.
After tidying up, Lang Ye gently closed the door, pretending to be the owner going out. He glanced back at the room filled with memories, feeling that such peaceful and happy days would never return.
Lang Ye then went to the tofu house. Before he could find Little Fish, Little Fish came over in a huff, holding a kitchen knife, looking as if he were about to charge through with his nostrils flaring, nearly colliding with Lang Ye.
Lang Ye grabbed him. "Little Fish, where are you going?"
Upon seeing Lang Ye, Little Fish's eyes turned red. He clutched Lang Ye's arm and said, "Lang Ye, don't stop me! I want to cut open Zhu Tiao Tiao's pig brain and see what's inside!"
Lang Ye stepped aside and crossed his arms. "Go ahead, I won't stop you."
Little Fish took two steps forward but then turned back and threw down the knife with a clatter. "I can't beat her! Why am I so useless? I watched the High Priestess get taken away by Dongfang Muze while I was locked up by Zhu Tiao Tiao all night! Why don't I have any extraordinary skills?"
"Alright, stop crying; your snot is hanging down," Lang Ye squinted and kicked Little Fish lightly. "Tang Zisu has already rescued Kong Xuan. Now tell me where Softy is."
Little Fish stood up from the ground and wiped his tears with his sleeve. "What about the High Priestess? Is she hurt? I can't believe she would kill anyone; it must have been that bastard Dongfang."
Lang Ye snorted coldly. "You humans are all so gullible; you hear what you want to hear. Now that Kong Xuan has taken her away, there's no way to clear her name. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks; as long as you know in your heart that you're innocent, you don't need to explain anything to foolish humans. Now tell me, where is Softy?"
"Softy... oh no, I forgot! The High Priestess sent me to rescue her; she took her Auntie to Zhang Family for a wedding."
"What did you say? Marriage?" Lang Ye grabbed Little Fish by the collar and pulled him in front of him. Little Fish felt a chill run down his spine under Lang Ye's gaze.
"You, you let go first, I can't breathe, cough cough."
Lang Ye released his grip and then patted Little Fish on the shoulder, "Sorry."
Little Fish shrank back a bit. Lang Ye's slap made his small frame shiver, but he still bravely puffed out his chest and tightened his waist and hips, "It's fine, let's go settle accounts with Zhang Dahu."
As soon as he finished speaking and wiped his eyes, Lang Ye disappeared. Little Fish's mouth hung open in shock, and in the end, he gave Lang Ye four words: "Divine Touch Ghostly Caress" (not a typo; you all understand the meaning).
Suddenly remembering something, Little Fish shouted, "Do you know the way? Why are you running?"
Of course, Lang Ye knew. In Peacock Valley, besides the Shrine, the Zhang Family's house was the largest; how could he not find it?
As a public figure with many fans, no one could see who Lang Ye was as he ran; they only felt a bothersome autumn wind sweep past them without leaving any explanation. Thus, throughout that day, the people of Peacock Valley talked most about the white clouds in the sky and the whirlwind on the ground.
During the day, Lang Ye went to someone else's house without even greeting anyone and directly climbed over the wall. Hiding in a big tree and looking down, Lang Ye was furious; what were they thinking hanging red lanterns and tying red cloth? Were they trying to stage a bullfight?
In the courtyard, people came and went. Lang Ye couldn't find a good place to land, and everywhere smelled of burnt ash. It was difficult for him to catch Softy's scent amidst such a heavy odor. Just as he was pondering what to do, two house servants came under the tree. One of them was familiar to Lang Ye; it was Bald Head who followed Zhang Ermao.
The younger servant plopped down under the tree and complained, "I'm exhausted; I'm not going anywhere. After working for half a day, my arms are sore."
Bald Head pulled him up, "Get up quickly! Do you think you're still following the young master around eating and drinking? If the master sees you like this, be careful he deducts your wages."
The young one grinned at Bald Head and asked, "Bald Brother, how did it catch fire all of a sudden?"
Bald Head laughed so hard his mouth twisted, "You don't know? Last night was the young master's wedding night. Things got too intense during that time; that's how it caught fire!"
The young one frowned like a walnut, "But that doesn't make sense! If the young master was angry, it should have been his room that caught fire; how could it be the woodshed?"
"You don't understand. Young Master is fierce and powerful, like a tiger descending the mountain, a hungry tiger pouncing, a black tiger digging into hearts. And then, with all that commotion, he knocked over the table, and the candles flew into the woodshed, and then boom, it caught fire." Bald Head gestured and poked at Young Ones in a particularly lewd manner.
Young Ones looked utterly baffled. "That's not right. Young Master's room is over there, the window is there, and the woodshed is over there. The direction is wrong."
Bald Head slapped him across the face with an air of undeniable authority. "When an adult speaks, a child shouldn't ask so many questions. Come on, get to work, or you'll be eating shit by noon."
Young Ones was dragged away. Lang Ye jumped down from the tree and calmly broke off a branch as thick as his arm. His fists were clenched, his unruly black hair covered half of his eye, and his long black robe billowed without wind, exuding the aura of a wild and charming big boss.
He strode into the room pointed out by Young Ones, and the ground seemed to tremble in fear.
Inside the room, Zhang Ermao—or rather Emperor Liu Hui—and Softy were gathered around a table, heads together studying a pearl flower.
Yes, it was the pearl flower that Lang Ye had given. Last night Liu Hui had brought it into the woodshed and couldn't get out. Although South Sea pearls are fire-resistant, the thread used for stringing them was not. As they watched the pearls about to fall one by one, Softy was nearly in tears while Liu Hui hurried to fetch needle and thread to help her secure it along the old line.
However, consumed by jealousy, Lang Ye saw something different: a young couple dressed in bright red wedding attire sweetly dismantling the pearl flower gifted by the bride's former lover. Whether re-stringing or selling it off was none of his business as a long-haired wolfdog.
Softy pricked her finger with a needle and yelped in pain. Liu Hui, being a flirtatious emperor, quickly grabbed Softy's hand and put it in his mouth before she could react. Lang Ye exploded like a firecracker!
He smashed half of a door with one hand, kicked over an eight-immortal table with another foot, and snatched the pearl flower to throw it violently on the ground. "Mi Ruanruan, if you don't want it, you don't have to stomp on my heart!"
Seeing Lang Ye for the first time filled Softy with surprise and joy; countless emotions surged within her as tears blurred her vision and choked her throat. Liu Hui would not stand for this; he was not that timid clever Zhang Ermao but an emperor ruling over all lands. He darkened his face and sternly said, "You audacious dog thief! Breaking into someone's home in broad daylight—do you want to die?"
Lang Ye laughed heartily, particularly wild: "Dog thief? When I was a dog, you didn't even know where you were hiding! You want me dead? How about you?"
Softy snapped back to reality from her initial surprise at seeing Lang Ye. Looking at the scattered pearls on the floor and then at the tense standoff between Lang Ye and Liu Hui, she realized there had been a misunderstanding. She hurriedly stepped between them. "Lang Ye, listen to me."
Lang Ye was enraged by Softy's protective stance like a hen shielding its chicks; his wolfish brows furrowed deeply as blood rushed to his eyes, muscles tensed all over his body. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Mi Ruanruan, will you come with me?"
Fearing that Lang Ye might hurt Liu Hui, Softy pushed back anyone trying to step forward in confusion before finally managing to say to Lang Ye: "Lang Ye, I can't go with you; I want to be with him..."
"Enough, Mi Ruanruan, you usually act like a virtuous woman in front of me, but I didn't expect that just a few days apart would make you so shameless. What a surprise!"
Lang Ye was completely consumed by jealousy. A wolf is still a wolf; no matter how well he pretended to be obedient, he was not a gentle pet dog. Once his bottom line was crossed, he would open his mouth and extend his claws to tear everything apart in the most primal way.
Staring with blood-red eyes, Lang Ye clenched his outstretched hand tightly. "Mi Ruanruan, I will ask you one last time, will you come with me?"
"Wife, who is he? Someone get him out of here!" Liu Hui added fuel to the fire with his reckless words.
"Stop it! Lang Ye, listen to me, I can't go, I..."
Before Softy could finish her sentence, a large hand had already gripped her delicate neck. Lang Ye's hair was disheveled, and his eyes sparkled with a predatory light.
"Mi Ruanruan, you are mine. No one can take you away. Even if I have to tie you up, I will keep you by my side." After saying this, Lang Ye hoisted Mi Ruanruan over his shoulder and struck Liu Hui on the back of the neck with one hand. He didn't leave through the door but crashed through the window instead. The tiny wooden splinters hit Softy and made her cry out in pain. However, Lang Ye paid no attention to this as he broke through the window and ran off with someone else's wife.
Softy was hanging upside down on him, her stomach pressed against his hard shoulder. The constant jostling made her feel nauseous. At first, she kicked her legs in protest, but then Lang Ye directly pinned her calves down. She could only clench her small fists and keep hitting his back. "Lang Ye, you bastard! Put me down! Let me go!"
Lang Ye's large hand landed repeatedly on her soft backside. "Behave yourself; if you keep squirming, I'll throw you into the ravine."
Softy struggled even more fiercely. "You barbarian! You're not even human! Let go of me!"
By this time, they had reached Peacock Mountain by Peacock Lake. Lang Ye was completely enraged by her actions; anger and passion intertwined within him like blazing fire. He had always cherished this woman as if she were a treasure in his palm, fearing that even his desires might tarnish her purity. Yet she trampled on his sincerity so easily and shared a bed with someone else—she was utterly unforgivable!
Lang Ye threw Softy into a patch of Peacock Flowers and reached out to tear her clothes apart.
Softy screamed repeatedly, "Lang Ye! What are you doing?"
"What am I doing? Of course I'm going to have you! I heard that your wedding night was quite lively—did that little man satisfy you? Now let me show you what a real man is like!"
Lang Ye tore off his clothes, throwing his belt, robe, and pants behind him. Softy half-lay on the ground, propping herself up with one elbow while curling her legs back, using her other hand to cover her chest, her wide eyes filled with fear as she watched Lang Ye's movements.
Lang Ye bent down and grabbed Softy's foot, dragging her back. Although the grass beneath them was soft, her skin was even softer, leaving red marks on her back and arms as she cried out in pain, shaking her head desperately. "Let me go, Lang Ye, it's not what you think, it's not."
"What is it then? Does Miss Mi Ruanruan want to play something exciting?" The last word rose in pitch as Lang Ye's fingers twisted around the red bead on Softy's chest. His rough fingers sent electric jolts through her body, making her tremble involuntarily. The tingling sensation felt like tiny ants crawling on her skin; she was both scared and itchy yet couldn't help but feel a longing.
"You're really sensitive, tsk tsk. That Zhang Ermao is such a weakling; he hasn't left a mark on you all night. Looks like only I can stamp you."
Softy, just a young girl, had never seen such a scene. Being completely exposed made her feel humiliated and furious. At that moment, she was like a glutinous rice ball in Lang Ye's hands, molded however he pleased.
"You look so beautiful." He examined her, his rough fingertips gliding over her tear-filled eyes, lightly touching her delicate nose before moving to her soft lips that felt like flower petals. His calloused fingers caressed her most tender skin.
Softy's long black hair shone like the finest silk against her snow-white skin. Her eyes were filled with innocence, resembling a small animal caught in a trap, trembling continuously.
The long-awaited intimacy felt like a wildfire ready to ignite. Though it came in this forceful and predatory manner, it still overlapped with the countless romantic dreams Lang Ye had of her. He didn't know when the dream would end or when it would fade away; he only relied on his body's instincts to claim and seize what he desired.
Softy gasped, pleaded, and cried, but Lang Ye heard nothing. He had transformed into a wolf, intent on tearing apart his prey.
When he broke through that layer of barrier, a sudden rush of surprise and regret enveloped him. He realized she had always been his and would forever belong to him.
As the fierce wind turned into gentle rain and the plunder transformed into drowning, he and she saw paradise together amidst the purple flowers.
The wild gasps had long since calmed down, replaced by breaths both deep and shallow.
Softy lay on Lang Ye's chest, her fine hair damp with sweat, some strands sticking to her rosy cheeks. Her slightly panting appearance made her even more endearing.
Lang Ye held the little woman in his arms tighter.
"Does it still hurt?" he suddenly asked, his deep voice sounding particularly intimate in the silence.
Still in shock and feeling flustered inside, Softy couldn't help but recall everything that had just happened between them at his question.
There was not just pain, but many other feelings as well.
She still remembered the expression on his face when he entered her. His bright black eyes, tightly pressed thin lips; he burned her with his heat from the inside out, his seduction, his fervor, his loss of control...
Her cheeks flushed even more, and she despised herself for it. He was right; she truly was foolish. He had taken her innocence, yet deep down, she secretly enjoyed it. Softy suddenly hated herself for being so shameless.
She raised her hand and slapped Lang Ye across the face.
Lang Ye touched his cheek, standing up bare. Not far away lay a dagger that had fallen from Lang Ye's clothes. He picked up the dagger and handed it to Softy, then pointed to his chest and closed his eyes, saying, “Softy, aim for here and give that bastard from earlier a good stab.”
The dagger gleamed coldly, reflecting Softy's angry and aggrieved eyes. She raised the dagger high, while Lang Ye below remained calm. His thick short eyelashes covered his eyes, but Softy felt that if he opened them, he would reveal that intoxicating tenderness.
Mi Ruanruan could not bring herself to do it; instead, she turned the blade towards her own chest and plunged it down hard.
Lang Ye reached out and grabbed her wrist, knocking the dagger to the ground. “Softy, what are you doing?”
“None of your business; let me die.”
Lang Ye pulled her into his embrace, their eyes almost touching. “Look at me; you are mine now. You are not allowed to die, and I won’t allow you to hurt yourself.”
Softy clenched her small fist and pounded against his chest. “How can I have the face to live?”
Lang Ye whispered, “You are not allowed to despise yourself. You like me, don’t you? As long as we want to be together, who cares what others say? Softy, don’t put shackles on yourself; I want you.”
Softy looked at him and then bit down hard on his solid shoulder.
This bite was merciless; her teeth sank deeply into the flesh, blood slowly oozing out and staining Softy's swollen little mouth.
Lang Ye did not even furrow his brow. The harm he had caused her was far more than this; her beauty was the most precious gift of his life. Her forgiveness allowed him to touch heaven.
His rough fingers gently combed through her hair, and he was utterly captivated by even her strands. When she trustingly leaned into his embrace, the satisfaction in his heart far surpassed winning a battle.
Softy finally spoke up, wiping the blood from her lips: "How do I taste?"
"Ugh, not good."
Lang Ye's hearty laughter rang in Softy's ears as he sighed and held her tighter: "Softy, I will never be a jerk again. I can't help but trust you, but you never agreed to me. Seeing you give the hairpin to Zhang Ermao and let him kiss your fingers drove me crazy. At that moment, I wanted to kill his entire family."
Softy looked at Lang Ye seriously: "Lang Ye, you must not resort to killing at every turn. Everything can be explained; even if you're not human, you can't be unreasonable."
"I understand. Now tell me what happened."
"Okay."
As soon as Softy agreed, she was lifted into the air. With a startled cry, she wrapped her arms around Lang Ye's neck. He said, "I'm taking you for a soak; over there is Peacock Lake, which is good for your health."
Carrying Softy, Lang Ye walked into the heart of the lake. Suddenly, Softy exclaimed, "This place feels so familiar! I remember now; we first met here. And High Priestess, ah, I wonder how she is doing. She must be going crazy looking for me."
Lang Ye decided not to tell her about Tang Zisu's situation just yet; he merely mentioned that Kong Xuan had taken Tang Zisu away and warned her that Dongfang Muze was a bad person who shouldn't be approached too closely.
Holding her close against his chest, Lang Ye said, "Peacock Lake is a passage from the demon realm to the human world. How could you just come here? Softy, come with me back to our place; you'll be able to see Tang Zisu again."
Softy grasped Lang Ye's chin and softly said, "Lang Ye, I can't leave. I promised the emperor I would help him. Honestly, I'm not sure about this either; please help him!"
"The emperor?" Now Lang Ye was completely confused.
Softy recounted everything that had happened. After listening, Lang Ye slapped his forehead: "What an idiot I am; I've ruined the hairpin!"
"So you need to make up for your mistakes and help him. After all, he is a ruler. If he becomes a wandering soul without a master, wouldn't the world fall into chaos?"
Lang Ye now understands what kind of woman his wife is. It feels like she and Tang Zisu are misaligned. Tang Zisu, who should possess the soul of a deity, ought to be concerned about the welfare of the people. Yet, she only thinks about herself, ensuring that she is well-fed while ignoring the needs of others. Their Little Cook should be taking care of the meals for the men and children, but instead, she worries about whether everyone in the world can eat. Despite her stubbornness, Lang Ye still finds himself deeply fond of her and nods in agreement.
"Lang Ye, you are so kind." The young girl, having transformed into a young woman, hugged Lang Ye's neck and kissed him. Lang Ye felt his heart sink as he held her tightly. Softy sensed the heat radiating from him like iron, and flashes of memories crossed his mind, causing him to blush instantly.
Lang Ye leaned close to her ear and chuckled lightly, "Softy, do you still hate me?"
"Hate? If you can't handle this matter for the emperor, we will live our lives without ever seeing each other again."
Lang Ye immediately bared his teeth: "Our matters have nothing to do with him; I won't agree to that."
Upon hearing this, Softy released her grip, tears welling in her eyes. She quickly turned away from Lang Ye, but her rounded shoulders trembled slightly.
Lang Ye feared this reaction from Softy. She seemed to be his natural nemesis; no matter how tough he was, he became soft in her hands.
He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and pulled her into his embrace. Lang Ye softly coaxed, "Alright, I'll agree to it. But what will you do now? I've taken you away like this; how will you get back?"
"Just take me back to see the situation first. From what I know about Liu Hui, he won't make a fuss about it. It seems like no one else saw you."
Upon hearing this, Lang Ye felt jealousy flare up again: "How much can you really know him after just one day? Do you know me?"
Softy smiled: "You eat with your left hand using chopsticks, dislike carrots and cilantro, prefer sleeping on your side facing right, and enjoy lying in the sun when you have nothing to do."
Lang Ye was genuinely surprised that Softy cared about him so much. He immediately felt flustered as Softy pouted and shot him a glare before pinching his nose and saying, "Hurry up and find me some clothes."
Only then did Lang Ye realize the consequences of his actions; Softy's clothes were in tatters. He had no choice but to wrap her in his own large robe while he left Peacock Lake wearing only an undershirt.
A person was walking down the winding path, and Softy quickly said, "It's Liu Hui."
Lang Ye secretly stretched his muscles and cracked his wrists, thinking, "You’re looking for trouble, huh? How dare you call my wife 'Wife'? I’ll make you regret it."
Upon seeing Softy's appearance, Liu Hui immediately understood what was happening. He drew his sword and pointed it at Lang Ye. "You bold rogue, what have you done to my Wife?"
Hey, you insolent fool, what do you mean 'your Wife'? She's mine. See this? It has a seal.
Lang Ye deliberately tugged at the robe wrapped around Softy's chin, revealing a faint crescent-shaped red mark. Of course, he wouldn’t let Liu Hui see more than that.
Lang Ye released Softy and walked up to Liu Hui, flicking his sword with his fingers. "Nice sword, but it's not suited for you. The girl is great too, but she's mine. From now on, stop calling her 'Wife.' Do you believe I’ll castrate you?"
"How dare you! Do you know who I am? I am a sovereign ruler; do you dare to compete with me for someone?"
"Oh wow, you scared me! So you're the emperor? Look at you; quite a sight. But do you know who I am?"
Liu Hui ascended to the throne at ten years old, surrounded by bowing servants and ministers. Now faced with Lang Ye's wild demeanor, he truly didn’t know how to respond.
Lang Ye sheathed his sword and straightened Liu Hui's clothes, brushing off the dust. "Listen up, buddy; I'm someone you can't control—Ancient Demon God, Black Wolf King. Ever heard of it? Probably not."
Liu Hui looked at him with a strange expression and after a while said, "I know; you're insane."
Softy stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, he’s not talking nonsense. He really isn’t human; he is a Demon God. You still need his help."
Liu Hui didn’t expect to be outdone by a rival based solely on identity. He shouted, "I don’t want him! I don’t want his help!"
Lang Ye shrugged at Softy as if to say that if the other party didn’t want him, there was nothing he could do.
Softy took another step forward. "Your Majesty, please don’t be willful. Right now, he’s the only one who can help you. Also, when I mentioned I have someone I like, it’s him; that flower pin was also a gift from him."
Liu Hui's first love was abruptly crushed before it even had a chance to blossom. He felt a bit dizzy; although this sensation was not as shocking and terrifying as waking up to find himself a wandering spirit, it was still quite impactful.
Lang Ye looked at the emperor of this world. He had yet to see any real ability, but he certainly carried himself with an air of superiority, like a turtle caught between two clams—pretending to be something he wasn't. He sighed and patted Liu Hui on the shoulder, saying, "Emperor, for the sake of my wife, I'll help you out. But remember, she is mine. I'm just temporarily helping you put on a show. Don't get any ideas about her, or I can easily turn your vast empire upside down. Understand?"
It was Liu Hui's first encounter with such a strong-willed attitude, and he found himself unable to maintain his composure under Lang Ye's heavy hand, swaying precariously like a delicate flower.
"Lang Ye! Don't bully the emperor. Your Majesty, let's head back for now. You still need to continue pretending to be the fool Zhang Ermao. Lang Ye has some matters to attend to, and once he's done, we'll head to the capital."
Just as Liu Hui was about to grumble that he didn't want to play the fool anymore, he met Lang Ye's icy gaze and immediately lowered his head in submission. As the top boss in the human realm, it was truly embarrassing.
Lang Ye escorted them home but could only follow discreetly once they entered the village. Before they reached the door, Lang Ye whispered to Liu Hui, "Make sure to take good care of her. If even a single hair goes missing, I'll dig up your ancestral grave."
Lang Ye was simply too brutally violent to behold.
Liu Hui begrudgingly led Softy back home. Within less than an incense stick's time, rumors began circulating throughout the house: Young Master had been so fierce that he smashed doors and broke tables seven times before coming home and even went up the mountain to tear his clothes off before returning home naked. Hidden in the shadows, Lang Ye heard this and angrily chopped down a tree before turning and disappearing.
After just finishing with his wife, he should have been enjoying a luxurious honeymoon with Divine Horse in the sky and on earth. Instead, he was forced apart from Lang Ye, who was not pleased. Upon returning to Infernal Palace, he encountered an unfortunate situation; when Pojun saw him, he sneered coldly: "Who is this? The famous Black Wolf King? What brings you here? Our little temple cannot accommodate your great deity status; you might as well return to your Wolf Palace."
Lang Ye pushed him aside: "If your little paws are itching, go climb a tree; if your mouth is itching, go eat a mouse. As for what’s below itching, there are plenty of methods—trees can scratch, hands can rub; if all else fails, there's always a fox waiting for you. Don't interfere with me."
In Pojun's yellow eyes, there seemed to be a line shifting with the light and shadow; his face became increasingly flushed with demonic patterns as he swiftly struck Lang Ye with a palm: "Black dog, did you just eat shit? Your mouth stinks."
Lang Ye deflected his palm and returned the favor with a punch before leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. Pojun stepped back with a sly grin: "I just ate you; how does it smell?"
"You!" Pojun was genuinely enraged and transformed into a wind blade ready to shave Lang Ye's head.
Lang Ye dodged awkwardly but still taunted him: "Little kitty, no matter how angry you get, big brother can't help you out; that thing of yours is like a thorny cucumber—I'm afraid if I apply too much force, it'll break."
"You're looking for death, you bastard." Breaking Army's blade sliced through Lang Ye's middle garment, and if he hadn't dodged quickly, he would have bled out.
"Hey, are you serious? Breaking Army, are you out of your mind?"
"Lang Ye, as the vanguard of Ming Wang, how could you not find any trace of him after such a big incident? What use do you have left? It would be better to kill Hot Pot."
"Breaking Army, clarify what you mean. What happened to Kong Xuan?"
"I'm not dead yet. Stop it." Kong Xuan shouted sharply, and the two finally separated from their entangled forms.
Seeing Kong Xuan, Lang Ye chuckled, "Birdie, I'm back."
Kong Xuan's face turned pale with anger. "Come in with me."
Lang Ye scratched his head. "No way, you're angry too? Well, I..."
"Get in here!"
With a furious shout from Kong Xuan, Lang Ye had no choice but to follow him into the study, dusting off his tattered clothes.
Watching the two enter, Breaking Army's expression turned slightly ferocious. He punched a rock in a nearby artificial mountain, causing stones to tumble down. Turning his head, he saw Mei Xiao looking at him with concern. He snorted coldly and left.
Inside the study, Kong Xuan closed the door and carefully set up a small barrier.
Lang Ye was taken aback. "Kong Xuan, who are you protecting against?"
"Against Tang Zisu."
"Protecting against Tang Zisu? Are you out of your mind?"
Kong Xuan reached out and poured a cup of tea for Lang Ye, then said, "There are many things I don't want her to know, afraid it will worry her."
Lang Ye replied, "She must have been seriously injured this time."
Kong Xuan nodded, "Almost didn't make it."
Suddenly, Lang Ye hugged Kong Xuan and tried to bring his face closer. Kong Xuan slapped him away, saying, "Stop being mischievous; I'm not Breaking Army."
"Your eyes?"
"It's nothing, just temporarily a bit blurry. I'll be fine after some more time."
Lang Ye clearly didn't believe him, but Kong Xuan didn't want to get entangled further and said, "Lang Ye, where are your clothes? Why do you look so disheveled?"
Lang Ye chuckled smugly, "I made it! My clothes are with Softy; I tore all her clothes apart."
Kong Xuan patted his shoulder, "Congratulations! But why didn't you bring her back?"
"This matter is too complicated. How's Tang Zisu? Softy has been worried all this time. Kong Xuan, things have been happening one after another lately; we haven't had the time to sort them out properly. I feel like the situation is getting bigger and involving more people."
Then Lang Ye recounted Liu Hui's situation to Kong Xuan and concluded, "Throughout history, many emperors have schemed for power and usurped thrones, but few have used dark arts. Clearly, he wants to seal Liu Hui's soul in the Graveyard. But why would he do that?"
Kong Xuan picked up a chess piece and placed it on the crystal chessboard. "This game is getting bigger; everyone has become a piece on the board. Lang Ye, what role do you think we play?"
Lang Ye said, "First someone disrupted the Heavenly Clock, then a witch who looks exactly like Light Eye broke our seal. After that, ancient beasts appeared, along with the Graveyard, Dongfang Muze, Demon Lord, and now another emperor has come. It's truly intricate and perplexing."
Kong Xuan smirked, "Not just that; there are still Bull Demon King and the Great Sage Equal to Heaven to consider."
"Great Sage Equal to Heaven? What is that?"
"It's a monkey, born from a spirit stone. It's said to be very powerful. Lang Ye, I will break your seal, and then I need to go out for a while. You need to take care of Tang Zisu."
"Go out? Where are you going?"
"Flower Fruit Mountain."
"I'm going with you."
"No need. You stay home and protect Tang Zisu."
"But there are Pojun and Mei Xiao here."
Kong Xuan suddenly squinted, his expression becoming strange. After a moment, he smiled and patted Lang Ye's shoulder, "I only trust you."
At that moment, Lang Ye felt as if an icy sea had suddenly broken, leaving him floating and unable to grasp the situation. He frowned and asked, "Do you suspect Pojun?"
Kong Xuan shook his head, "I won't doubt my brother, but I trust you more."
Lang Ye nodded, "In that case, go ahead. I will take good care of Tang Zisu."
It took a long time for Kong Xuan to break the seal on Lang Ye. By the end, Kong Xuan was drenched in sweat. Lang Ye was quite worried, "Kong Xuan, if it doesn't work, just forget it."
Kong Xuan pursed his lips and remained silent. He reached out and began to draw in the air, and soon these ancient symbols flowed into Lang Ye's flesh like water. Lang Ye felt the mountain pressing down on him slowly lifting away. With Kong Xuan's final movement, there was a loud crash as the mountain completely collapsed, and Lang Ye was free.
Kong Xuan swayed a few times before steadying himself against the table. Lang Ye hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?" Kong Xuan shook his head, but his face was frighteningly pale. Lang Ye continued, "I've been meaning to ask you, what kind of medicine did Liya give you? Is it harmful to your body in any way?"
"I don't know what kind of medicine it is, but it's not harmful; it just means my power can only recover to fifty percent. The rest I have to rely on myself."
"That's it, no wonder it was so difficult for me to break the seal."
After Lang Ye left, Kong Xuan sat in meditation for a while. When he went out, Tang Zisu was just sitting up from the couch.
Kong Xuan approached and supported her: "Awake? Need to go to the bathroom?"
Tang Zisu wrapped her arm around Kong Xuan's neck: "No, I just had a dream where I couldn't find you. It scared me to death."
Kong Xuan touched Tang Zisu's forehead and felt a layer of cool sweat. He took off his shoes and lay down beside her, signaling for Tang Zisu to rest in his arms: "Silly girl, am I not right here? Don't worry, as long as I have breath left, I won't leave you behind."
"Really? What if your family doesn't allow you? I've heard that your fiancée has come looking for you."
"Liya? That doesn't count. I make my own decisions regarding my matters."
Tang Zisu didn't press further. Some things lose their meaning when discussed too much. She missed his past three hundred years but gained his three hundred years ahead. If she continued to dwell on that long past, it would seem pretentious. After a moment of thought, she suddenly asked, "Do you like children?"
How did the conversation turn here so suddenly? Kong Xuan was baffled by her train of thought: "I don't know; I've never been around children."
"I think children are quite adorable, soft and tender. By the way, if I were to have your child, would it be an egg, a peacock, or a human?"
"It won't happen, Tang Zisu. It's very difficult for us to have children—or rather, we probably won't have any at all."
Tang Zisu sat up and looked at Kong Xuan: "Why not? Are you infertile?"
Kong Xuan entwined her long hair with his finger and tied it into a knot: "Because I'm from the demon race and you're human. It's very hard for demons and humans to conceive, especially since our Phoenix Clan faces even greater difficulties."
"But what if I did get pregnant?"
"Impossible." Kong Xuan's firm response cut off Tang Zisu's impulse to surprise him. Fortunately, she didn't voice it; otherwise, it would seem like she was trying to pressure him into marriage with a child as leverage.
For a moment, the two of them fell silent, each lost in their own thoughts.
After a long while, Kong Xuan finally spoke up, "Tang Zisu, I'm going out for a few days. I'll be back in three to five days. You need to behave yourself at home."
Tang Zisu was somewhat distracted and didn't press him for details. She figured he was just going on a business trip and there was no need to prepare a box of condoms or remind him about safe practices. Besides, she didn't even have any of those things.
The next day, Kong Xuan indeed left. With one person gone from the vast Demon Palace, it felt as if he had taken Tang Zisu's entire world with him. She didn't like Mei Xiao, and the Broken Army didn't like him either. At first, she talked with Lang Ye about Softy, but she realized that the topics they discussed were just as numerous as when he was with the big black dog. So, Little Rice Bug Tang Zisu spent her days sleeping and eating, preparing to gain some weight for her man.
As her strength gradually returned, Tang Zisu began to wander around. Although the Demon Realm was as expensive as the Crystal Palace, she found it unappealing. Someone who had always lived in the sunlight despised this cold and gloomy atmosphere. Thus, she rarely went out and stayed home all day, being particularly well-behaved.
One day, while she was reading, the door was suddenly opened without courtesy. Tang Zisu looked up at the uninvited guest and couldn't help but freeze in surprise.
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