Chapter 266: [Tianyin Pavilion] Keeping You Warm

At the back of Dragon Mountain is a secluded pathway, hidden by overlapping vines, which leads to the Nangong family's ancestral resting place, Cheongdam Palace. The garden is filled with dragon's blood flowers, which glow in the night, and only a few clumps remain in full bloom at this time of year.

Shi Mei walks deeper into the flowers, where there is a hot spring. He takes off his robe, his white toes on the shore, and looks down at himself in the pool.

The water in the hot tub is hot, but his eyes are cold.

He reached out and slowly brushed his hand over his heart

A large part of it had festered because of the backlash from the forbidden spell, but now he no longer needed to worry, everything was going according to plan, and everything would be fine.

He stepped into the spring, where Dragon Mountain's hot springs were mixed with magical dragon's breath, and it was a pleasant soak. Shi Mei leans against the edge of the pool and closes her eyes.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from not far away. Shi Mei did not open her eyes, but spoke indifferently: "Who is it?"

Nan Gongliu emerges from a bush with a dragon's blood flower pinned to her temples.

He smiled happily when he saw Shi Mei: "My best friend is in the shower, is there anything I can do to help?"

Shi Mei said, "No."

Nan Gongliu then scratched his head, "Then, I won't stand here, I'll go first. Otherwise you'll be naked and I'll be dressed, so you'll be at a disadvantage."

In the steaming mist, Shi Mei smiles, his face becoming more and more translucent under the water, like the thin ice of early winter in Jiangnan, at once crystalline and fragile, but also bone-chilling.

He opened his peach blossom eyes and gave Nan Gongliu a smiling look: "Why am I losing out?"

Nan Gongliu is very straightforward: "Because you're good-looking."

"Oh you know beauty and ugliness even for a child's family."

Nan Gongliu was a bit exasperated: "I'm five years old, I'm not a child."

Shi Mei's smile deepened as she looked interested: "Good, then I'm wrong. Come on, I'll ask you. Which do you like better, me or Fairy Tramper?"

"Of course it's Brother Best Friend." Nan Gongliu said without thinking, " Who is Fairy Tramper I don't recognise him."

"Then let's put it another way." Shi Mei said, "Me and that Mo Ran you remember right he said hello to you."

Nan Gongliu held her finger, thought hard for a moment and nodded.

"Me and him, who do you prefer don't choose because you don't know you well, I'd actually just like to ask you what's beautiful and ugly in your eyes."

This time Nan Gongliu did not answer immediately, but tilted his head and thought for a while before he said, "I still prefer my best friend."

Shi Mei looked amused: "Oh, tell me what's wrong with him."

"I can't say it."

"Then why do you like me better?"

Nan Gongliu looked a little aggrieved: "I don't know, I just think it looks good."

Shi Mei was thoughtfully still for a moment, then suddenly stepped out of the depths of the hot spring and into the slightly shallow water, folding his arms over the edge of the pool, revealing his softly curved back and smiling, "Come here." As he said this, he beckoned Nan Gongliu to his wet hand, and when Nan Gongliu approached, Shi Mei stood up straight from the depths of the hot spring.

"Ahhhh."

Shi Mei laughed: "You're a man by any other name, what's there to be ashamed of"

Nan Gongliu wiped her eyes with her hands and muttered, "I'm not shy, you got water in my eyes."

Shi Mei didn't care about his eyes, he took Nan Gongliu's wrist and forced him to look straight at him. The hideous scar on his chest was then revealed to Nan Gongliu's eyes.

"Look here. Afraid?"

The scar was so badly festering that pus was pouring out of it. Nan Gongliu glanced at it and turned his head away in disgust, saying, "That's disgusting.

Shi Mei's smile remained unchanged, but her eyes cooled a little: "Do you still think I look good now?"

"" Nan Gongliu tried hard to break his grip, but Shi Mei's strength was so great that he tried in vain, and finally his eyes were watery, a little scared and cowering, "You, you let go of me. I don't like this."

"Look carefully."

"I don't want to ouch."

There was a crunching sound, so hard that Shi Mei had dislocated Nan Gongliu's hand bone. The gleam in his eyes could not be described as annoyance or resentment, almost paranoid: "Didn't you just say I was good looking? What's the matter? A small wound and a rotten mouth and you've gone from beautiful to ugly."

"No."

"Is it not true that the slightest imperfection in a beauty is an abomination?" Shi Mei approached him, "A former lover's love becomes a disgusting sight, a former longing becomes a thorn in the throat."

Nan Gongliu finally couldn't help herself and cried out, "I don't understand, I don't understand, let go of me, I don't want to stay here."

His shouting made Shi Mei's already agitated mood darker and darker, and with a dark cloud in his eyes, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped Nan Gongliu on the cheek.

He finally let go of Nan Gongliu and said coldly, "Piece of shit, get out."

When Nan Gongliu had cried out and gone, Shi Mei dived back into the depths of the hot spring. The scenery around him was still pleasant, the dragon's blood flowers were in full bloom, and the air was lightly fragrant, but his initial joy was gone, and his heart was filled with nothing but anger, boundless anger.

He suddenly hammered the water, which splashed and returned to calm.

The ripples dissipated, re-shining the reflection of the gentle still, but festering in the chest.

Shi Mei's anger was then steeped in another wave of bewilderment and powerlessness. He leaned back into the pool, the curtain of his lashes raised, and looked up at the canopy.

"People change."

He muttered.

Just as seeds germinate, shoots turn turquoise, flowers bloom from green leaves, flowers fade and fall, and fallen flowers are crushed into mud.

Time cannot be seen or touched, but everyone is being quietly worn down by it, some have their claws and teeth sharpened, others have their edges worn away.

"It's all subject to change."

He took a weary handful of water and wiped his face clean.

A comparison of his own past and present lives will show this, but at what point did he start down the wrong path and never looked back?

After bathing and dressing, Shi Mei loosened her dark hair in a bun and made her way back down the fragrant path to the Dragon Mountain chamber. Standing for a moment at the door, she reached out and pushed it open.

By now the night was so thick that almost all the lamps and candles in the chamber were extinguished, leaving only a solitary flame burning behind the rood.

Shi Mei enters the room without making a sound, except for the fragrance of soapsticks after a bath. But it was this scent that disturbed the man lying deep in the bed curtains.

Fairy Tramper's deep, husky voice rang out, "Who?"

Shi Mei said sombrely, "Me."

There was a moment's silence in the tent, and the sound of the cloth clicking as he turned over, and Fairy Tramper laughed coldly: "How elegant, my master. Aren't you hot to come to my bed in the middle of the night and listen to the corners of the wall?"

Shi Mei's face grew cooler: "You should stop too. If you get him killed, no one will have any fun."

Fairy Tramper's voice is lazy and languid: "Don't worry, Master, I don't have any peculiarities in bed either. I'm not interested in talking, stinging snakes or playing riddles with my eyes tied. I can't kill anyone."

""

He's a man who wears his mouth out, who stings people with snakes, who plays charades with his eyes tied, and who knows who he's talking about, even if he's got a big heart.

Shi Mei's heart was steaming with anger as she stepped forward and lifted the curtain with a clatter, as if swords were clashing and flowers were flying, Shi Mingjing's feminine face met Fairy Tramper's handsome one.

"You," he said before he could finish his sentence, and then he suddenly stopped.

He thought that Fairy Tramper and Chu Wanning would be hungry and intimate when they met again after a long time.

But behind the raised curtain, he was surprised by what he saw.

He saw Chu Wanning sleeping drowsily, his cheeks burning and flushed with fever. Fairy Tramper, on the other hand, with his shirt slightly open, revealing a large, well-proportioned chest, holds her in his arms, his face sullen, while his hands run through her hair. A disgusted and unlikely look.

Shi Mei said, "What are you doing?"

Fairy Tramper looked scornful: "What do you think this seat can be doing?"

""

Stop, why bother with a dead man.

Shi Mei closed her eyes and pushed her anger down, but the small fire in her chest was burning and could not be extinguished for a while, so she couldn't help but sneer back, "I can't believe that at such an old age, the Emperor Fairy Tramper needs Master's company to sleep. I think if it's not because he's afraid of the dark, then it's probably because he wants to whine to Master."

I must say that Shi Mei's comment worked, and Fairy Tramper's eyes immediately narrowed dangerously as he subconsciously tried to raise his hand to push the unconscious Chu Wanning out of his arms, or simply kick her under the bed, which would probably look very impressive.

But as he watched Shi Mei approach, the last thing he did was to hold the man in his arms tighter, and with a wave of his wide robe sleeve, he covered Chu Wanning's face.

Only when he had done so did Fairy Tramper raise his eyes sullenly: "It is none of your business whatsoever to do with this seat."

Shi Mei gritted her teeth and said, "There's a limit to how much you can talk back, and you don't even think about who made you."

"That is all the Cold Scale Sage has to say to coerce this throne." Fairy Tramper said coldly, "What a big deal."

"You."

Shi Mei's repeated back-and-forth with him finally became unbearable, and he raised his hand harshly and poked Fairy Tramper in the forehead, sending some of his spiritual energy into the air.

"Soul Gathering."

The incantation escaped the full shaped lips, but Fairy Tramper's eyes held on with a hardness and a fierceness so long that Shi Mei's heart shuddered, even as she felt the man was about to break free of her grip.

Sweat poured from his forehead as he glued himself to the Fairy Tramper, and at the end, having used up almost all of his spiritual energy, he bellowed, "Soul Gathering."

This time, Fairy Tramper's form shook slightly before her gaze finally lapsed.

Shi Mei withdrew her spiritual energy and caught her breath, covering her sore chest and feeling dizzy in front of her eyes.

Because of his physique, his spirit core and spirit power were both inferior, and even with diligent cultivation, he could not match others. Normally, he is naturally powerful with medicine, but once it involves the need for spiritual power, his body simply cannot support it.

Shi Mei closed her eyes for a moment before looking back at Fairy Tramper: "I'll ask you again, what were you doing?"

Being manipulated, Fairy Tramper then said, without much emotion, "He has a fever and is cold."

"So what?"

This walking dummy with only a wisp of his former soul of awareness left said indifferently, "He will be warmer with this seat holding him."

""

Shi Mei stared at the Fairy Tramper for a long time.

"Get warm" his pale lips moved and he suddenly burst out laughing, though there was no laughter in the pupils of his peach blossom eyes, " Mo Ran, you're mad, are you? Feel the temperature of your own body what are you? You're as cold as ice all over your body, you've been dead for a long time, no heart, no lungs no body heat, you're even You're as cold as ice yourself and you want to warm him up."

A flash of pain seemed to pass through Fairy Tramper's vacant dark eyes, but it was fleeting and he was a corpse after all.

Shi Mei said, "Get up."

Fairy Tramper did not rise immediately at the order, his dark brows knitted together as if he was struggling between his will and Shi Mei's control.

"Get your ass up."

The command was stronger and with such a fierce tone Fairy Tramper finally obeyed.

He rose slowly from the bed, his robe still open, Chu Wanning's body heat still on his long-defunct chest.

Shi Mei said grimly, "Get out."

Fairy Tramper took a few sluggish steps just like that, then suddenly stopped again and whispered, "Yes."

"What."

Fairy Tramper repeated woodenly, "Yes."

Shi Mei didn't respond for a moment and asked, "What is it?"

"Temperature." The man raised his hand sluggishly and brushed it up his chest, caressing the residual warmth Chu Wanning had left him, "Here, it's hot."

As if pricked by the tip of a needle, Shi Mei was furious, and nothing annoyed him more than when the puppet in his hand misbehaved.

Fairy Tramper then took two more steps, but this time it was really just two steps, and his expression suddenly became bitter.

"No," he clutched his head, his palm meridians jutting out, his body trembling and shaking, a low gasp coming from his throat, "how can this be so, how can this be so"

His eyes are tightly closed, his will is either strong or weak, his memories are either distant or near. He struggles, he is torn, several times floating, two lives of torment.

"By your recklessness"

The murmuring suddenly stopped and the wariness came to an abrupt end.

Shi Mei grunted and covered his heart Fairy Tramper recoiled as he broke free of his grip giving him a strong residual force. He almost staggered backwards. The next thing he saw was Fairy Tramper's eyes open suddenly, and the blood and fury in them was like mist.

""

Those hawk-like dark eyes, in which there was no more confusion, reflected a clear, cold face of their own.

Shi Mei blushed furiously and said slowly, "You are recovering faster and faster."

Fairy Tramper was silent, a snowy glow swept under his eyes as he gasped slightly and raised his hand to summon the unreturned.

Shi Mei lifted her chin slightly, her eyes moving up the hilt of her blade to fall on Mo Ran's tiger-like, leopard-transformed face: "What, angry and wanting to kill me?"

The black, shapeless blade was raised and in the blink of an eye it was dangling between Shi Mei's snow-white neck, so hard that it even scraped the flesh, blotting out thin lines of blood.

Shi Mei did not retreat and sneered, "Your Majesty the Emperor, you are able to walk and move nowadays, all sustained by my spiritual power, and if you kill me, you will have to die too. You will not fail to understand this."

""

Shi Mei continued, "In terms of strength, it is true that I cannot defeat you. But think for yourself, do you want to die by fish or do you want to continue living in this world."

Fairy Tramper's hands were extremely steady and did not shake.

But after a moment, he suddenly retracted his non-return with a backhand and looked away.

When Shi Mei saw him withdraw his sword, she lifted her hand and slowly touched the bloodstain on her neck before saying, "Good thing you're not too stupid."

""

"Don't move around shouting and screaming in the future. In fact, you know very well what we have in common." Shi Mei glanced at Fairy Tramper, "You're like a rusty knife, and I want to restore you to your former good self. Continue to be my sharp blade. You, on the other hand, I'm afraid you plan to get rid of my control completely and take my head when you're restored."

Fairy Tramper's dark eyes rolled and turned sideways, looking at him coldly.

"Over the years, you have continued to work for me in another red world. The stitches in the gates of life and death are very narrow and difficult to pass through, so usually I send you letters by pigeon. But occasionally we also communicate with each other by companions and relate our hearts. So of course I know how you think, and there is no need for you to be surprised."

Fairy Tramper finally spoke up and said coldly, "I see you are not far from blind, which eye did you see that I was surprised?"

"" Shi Mei pursed his lips, his face sinking even further, before he said, "Good. Since you know the pros and cons of the matter, all the more reason to hold back until that time. We will work together, and on the day when the great work is done, we will see whether you can kill me in return, or whether I will be given a weapon that will be invincible in battle."

Fairy Tramper said, "We'll see."

Shi Mei was about to say something else when, suddenly, Chu Wanning on the bed let out a soft, muffled grunt. It was a fleeting sound, but both men turned their heads immediately as they were fighting.

" Wangning "

"Master."

""The former brothers looked at each other, and Fairy Tramper was grimly silent. After a moment, his eyes rolled and moved from Shi Mei, to the unconscious Chu Wanning.

A few moments later, he said in a tone that seemed to be of little concern, "This man has been feverish for many days now. How come he's not getting better? If this goes on, will he"

The words stopped there, the murderous Fairy Tramper emperor stopped at a certain word. His long lashes twitched and he closed his eyes.

Shi Mei was unconcerned: "What do you want to ask? You want to ask if he's going to die?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Fairy Tramper's already pale face was becoming more and more pale. He pursed his lips, seemingly disgusted by the word "death", and said simply and succinctly, "Could it be"?

"Of course I can't die. You underestimate the Beidou immortal. But how dare you ask me about this?" Shi Mei raised her eyebrows, "He has a fever because of who else but because you've done it too hard like a wolf."

Fairy Tramper's face got even worse, it stank to high heaven as he said grimly, "He's not me, don't confuse me with that punk."

Hearing him say that, Shi Mei stared at him back and forth for a while before finally saying, "Coincidentally, I also think he's a waste. You know very well that I went to the trouble of tearing a huge rift in time and space to invite you here in this dimension, in order to make that loser disappear and allow you to rejoin the human pole."

"Your Majesty." He suddenly addressed Fairy Tramper with playfulness, this way, "One last thing to go, and our purpose will be accomplished. You actually do want the full power, the raging spiritual core, don't you"

""

Shi Mei is like a hunting snake, the silk spitting its scarlet tongue, compelling and seducing.

He saw the longing in Fairy Tramper's eyes.

So he smiled broadly, imperative and ready to go.

"If you want to regain your full strength, then be more obedient." His white teeth quenched with poison, his eyes shining, "We can only do our job if you do as you're told."

Fairy Tramper was silent for a moment, brushed her sleeve and said, "Let's not talk about that."

Then he pointed to Chu Wanning, "Talk about this."

"Him? He's just a soul fusion combined with too much physical stimulation." Shi Mei faded, "There's nothing to talk about. But if you really want to make him feel better, then why don't you get out first."

Fairy Tramper's eyes were immediately alert: "What do you want?"

Shi Mei smiled, "Healing his wounds."

"This seat shall also be here."

"That won't do." Shi Mei said, "The Cold Scale Sage saves lives without being seen by others."

""

When Fairy Tramper didn't want to leave, Shi Mei said, "It's okay if you don't want to go. Then I will go out and you will stay. I'm sure you can take care of him anyway, Emperor, with your Tongtian skills."

When Shi Mei said this, Fairy Tramper's face became even more ugly.

His spiritual power was fierce and overbearing, and the last thing he was suited for was the art of healing. In his previous life, there were so many palace staff, and even more so, there was no shortage of medical officers, so he never learned it carefully either.

Shi Mei regained her composure and looked at him with a smile.

Fairy Tramper was clearly disgusted by his smile and suddenly turned her head away, her teeth clenched, not wanting to look at Shi Mei again.

After a while, he said, "Fine. This seat will go out and you will heal his wounds." After a pause, he added fiercely, "But this seat is at the door, if you dare"

Before he had even finished his sentence, the chill on his thought face could almost drive a man to death.

"If you dare to do anything to him, this seat will immediately take your dog's life."

This threat did not have much effect on Shi Mei, who smiled again and gave Fairy Tramper a 'go away' gesture.

Fairy Tramper went out, and hovered for a long time in the doorway with a grim face before leaving. Shi Mei stood in the finally quiet chamber, looking at the stone door that had finally closed, and after a moment he turned and walked over to the man in white on the bed.

"" That mocking smile on Shi Mei's face disappeared and was replaced by an extremely peaceful, yet extremely mad look. He said softly, "Master."

Take one step over.

Now that Chu Wanning is finally in the palm of his hand, Fairy Tramper has a way of keeping Chu Wanning from making a sound while he's out there.

By the time the emperor of the human realm came in, there was nothing he could do about it, even if he was angry and fierce. I blame myself for being so naive and incompetent that I had to leave my lover behind in the snake cave with the cold scales.

Slender white fingers lifted the tent curtain and Shi Mei gazed almost tenderly and insatiably at the feverish man on the bed: "This time, no one will bother us again."

He slowly sat down and raised his hand to Chu Wanning's cheek.

"Come on, Queen Chu, let me tame you from a wall away from your husband. Mmm."