Chapter 269: [Tianyin Pavilion] Jun Mao's Separation

In the midst of his ecstasy, Fairy Tramper ripped off the waistband of the man beneath him, his robe falling apart and revealing the bruises beneath. He moved as if remembering something, his eyes were dark and hot, like two puffs of fire pressed into the ashes.

After a while, Fairy Tramper closed his eyes and sighed, "It's just that", knowing that if he did anything else at this point, Chu Wanning would be torn apart by his flesh and blood.

"I'll spare you today."

In the quiet of the world, he finally let go of the person in his arms and did not do anything more than that. But he lowered his head, his throat knotting as he kissed his lover's brow and eyes, working his way down to the nape of his neck, where his white teeth nibbled lightly and not too hard. Then he straightened up, pulling the man who was pinned to the table with him.

The porridge simmers and gurgles and bubbles out.

Fairy Tramper roughly straightened Chu Wanning's dress, and coughed softly, her voice still low and warm: "The porridge is ready, go on, serve a bowl."

Chu Wanning was confused by him, but as he was always angry with Wuchang, and as he thought it was a dream, he didn't look too deeply into it. It would have been more comfortable to eat properly than to seek out the absurd, so he said nothing more and went to uncover the beechwood pot.

"Serve more."

"Hang in there."

Fairy Tramper smiled, "You try it."

He said and sat down at the table.

Although he was eager to go over and see how Chu Wanning's porridge was cooking, he had to behave like an emperor, so he sat upright at the table in a human manner and put on a carefree look.

But when the porridge is actually served, Fairy Tramper can't afford to be careless!

The porridge was overcooked, the water was a little too much, the taste was not properly salted, and even before he touched the spoon, he knew it was a familiar taste he had not tasted since.

"Eat."

""

Fairy Tramper looked long and hard at the small bowl in front of her, the spoon stirring it but not taking the porridge soup to her mouth.

Chu Wanning gave him a look, "If you don't eat, it will all get cold."

"Oh."

The porridge is scooped up, brought to the lips, and then hesitantly put down.

Chu Wanning finally sensed something strange about him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Fairy Tramper smiled, still wickedly and contemptuously, "It's so badly cooked, I'm not drinking it."

""

"It's too stuffy in here, so this seat is going out for some air."

With that, he pushed the untouched bowl of porridge away from him and got up to head for the door. As he neared the door, Chu Wanning's voice sounded behind him.

"If you don't drink." Chu Wanning's voice was calm, a calm hardened by the many times he had humiliated him, "I'll pour the whole pot."

Nine times out of ten, what he makes for him is trashed anyway.

This has been the case since the initial codpiece was knocked to the ground.

Fairy Tramper snapped back with a start, "Hold it I mean," he coughed to hide his discomfort, "for now."

"Put it away for what?"

"Don't you care."

He lifted the curtain and went out, and when he reached the eaves, he closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

He is in fact a corpse, no matter how much he looks like a living person, he is still a living person after all different he has long been unable to eat.

When he killed himself at the Wushan Palace, he was again made into a living dead to be used by the Cold Scale Sage. The Cold Scale Sage came to this world through a rift in time and space, and he was left to do as he was told in that crumbling old redoubt, and so it was for nearly a decade.

In these ten years of walking, he had eaten nothing again. But he was not a glutton by nature either, so he never felt any regret for it.

It was only today, sitting in front of that bowl of poorly coloured and flavoured egg congee, that he suddenly felt a sense of loss

Why he is no longer alive.

He had waited for years to get a Chu Wanning that was completely his for a few days.

But he could no longer even drink a bowl of porridge made by that person's own hands.

What is the flavour of Chu Wanning's porridge?

He stood under the tiled roof with his eyes closed in memory, and after a long time he suddenly raised his arms and covered his eyelashes, so that no one could see how his face looked at that moment, and all that was revealed were his pursed pale lips and his elongated jaw.

Later he dropped his arm and opened his eyes, which were slightly red at the end.

He has a bad memory and is not too bright. If the tip of his tongue could still perceive a little bit of sweet and sour, he might still be able to regain his memories. But his bones and blood were cold and his lips and teeth tasteless. So even though the bowl of porridge was right in front of him, he couldn't remember what it really tasted like.

He will never know again.

Late at night, he went to see Shi Mei.

By the cold pool in front of the ritual heavenly palace, the handsome man with bare crystal feet, the tips of his feet plucking at the cold flowing spring, stirring up the starry water.

When she saw him coming, Shi Mei raised her eyebrows slightly, as if she knew his intention, and looked coldly mocking: "Such a beautiful day, I can't imagine that His Majesty the Emperor is not in his secret room with Master Chu, but has the leisure to come to me."

Fairy Tramper, unwilling to beat around the bush with him, asked directly, "Is there any way you can make this seat temporarily the same as it was in life?"

"" Shi Mei swept him back and forth twice, "Even though you are a living dead man, bedtime should be unaffected."

"Didn't tell you that."

"Oh so which one do you mean?"

"Eat." Fairy Tramper was hard and cold, "This seat wants to eat."

Shi Mei's eyes darkened and she asked thoughtfully, "Is it possible that the emperor wants to eat the bowl of dragon's knuckles?"

"There is no one in the world who can make a good copycat except my master brother."

Shi Mei smiled a little: "It's rare that you can think of him today."

Fairy Tramper's memory of Shi Mei is messy and unstable, sometimes he recalls it, sometimes he doesn't, but most of the time he doesn't. So when he mentions the word "Brother" today, Shi Mei is a little surprised.

He asked, "Aye, you've been hanging around Dragon Mountain and Chu Wanning all day, why don't you think about your Brother Ming Jing"

""

This is what is meant by not knowing each other from across the room.

Fairy Tramper took a moment before saying, "As you said, this body of this seat is too heavy with Yin energy, and I should not go to see my master brother until I have been completely reborn with a new spirit core. He is of the water attribute, and this throne will hurt him."

Shi Mei was half-blushing with a lie: "Indeed."

"So you're asking what the dragon coppers are doing." Fairy Tramper looked at him coldly, "What's the matter with you?"

Shi Mei just smiled, "I was just wondering what else in the world besides dragon's knuckles would make the Fairy Tramper emperor, who has tasted all the delicacies, forget about it."

""

"What, don't you want to talk about it?"

""

"So let me guess, Master Chu cooked for you."

Seeing that the Fairy Tramper emperor's expression changed slightly and his lips pursed slightly, Shi Mei smiled and said, "I heard that Master Chu of the Top of the Dead is a master of cooking and is best at cooking charcoal.

Fairy Tramper's face grew heavy: "Just tell me if there's a way out, and don't say anything else."

"There is definitely a way and I've been telling you about it for a long time."

Fairy Tramper frowned, "What is it"

"The old method." Shi Mei said softly, "Obtain Patriarch Mo's spirit core early and exchange it for you, and you will be exactly the same as you were before you were born."

An orange blossom floats along the water, and Shi Mei's toe swipes a little, catching the white, fragrant flower between her toes, which, although white, are not as delicate as Shi Mei's skin.

Shi Mei smiled at the flower that was trapped at his toes and could not continue to float, and said, "We will both work together, and the sooner we get the nucleus, the sooner I will have your full power, and the sooner you will be able to eat what you want."

After a pause, he lifted his eyelashes as soft as down: "To see the person I've been longing for."

""

"So cooperate with me more, Your Majesty the Emperor."

"Earlier, you asked me to go to Lonely Moonlit to kill people, and later you asked me to summon Zhenlong's army to attack the summit of the dead, and I did all of these. How else do you want me to cooperate with you? Why don't you just say it all at once?"

Shi Mei applauded and laughed, "Good, that hurts. There isn't really much to ask you to do next, there's just one last thing left."

"You said."

"Come with me to the Tianyin Pavilion, we're at the end of this game, close the net."

It was only when he said this that Fairy Tramper noticed a dove with golden tail feathers perched behind Shi Mei, the spirit bird that sent the message from Tianyin Pavilion.

" Tianyin Pavilion has a message for you "

"Yeah." Shi Mei stretched out two long fingers, holding a thin piece of paper, "It's all good news, everything is going according to our plan. It doesn't feel good to be the good guy, Master Mo poured out all his spirit cores to keep the Xianxia realm peaceful, but no one is giving him credit for it."

With a smile and a twist of his fingers, he instantly folded the letter into a paper butterfly and tossed it to Fairy Tramper.

"See for yourself."

"There's no need to look." Fairy Tramper took the paper butterfly but did not unfold it, his dark eyes looked at Shi Mei, "Just say when you will do it."

"Trial in three days. Execution in three more days."

"Six days"

Shi Mei stroked the wings of the golden-tailed carrier pigeon with a gentle expression, but suddenly a splendid triangular snake sprang from his sleeve, biting the neck of the pigeon like lightning and devouring the supple bird in an instant.

It was all in the blink of an eye, and Shi Mei's face was unmoved, as if she was already used to it.

He smiled, brushed away a scattering of feathers and looked up, "Good, so let's stay at Dragon Mountain for three more days and then we'll go to Tianyin Pavilion and wait."

The feather fell into the pool, the ripples gently scattering and breaking the reflections of the two men on the shore.

"His spirit core will give you the power to be invincible. That way, everything you want, you will soon have."

After this conversation, Fairy Tramper returned to the Dragon Mountain chamber with a heavy heart.

Chu Wanning, who seems to have been reading a book, is now asleep on the table, his white sleeves looking like the first snowfall.

He stood beside him for a while looking at him, but in fact it was just a man, a lonely lamp and a volume of green books. He had been through the prosperity of the world, read the flowers, what beauty and beauty he had not seen.

Chu Wanning is nothing.

What's to see.

He thought this in a depressed way, but the knot in his throat twitched and he leaned down and embraced the man, burying his cheek in the crook of his neck and rubbing it.

"" Chu Wanning was disturbed by his awakening and opened her eyes. The phoenix eyes were at first confused and gentle, then remembered the brutality of the Fairy Tramper emperor in front of him, and his gaze was suddenly cold and stern again.

All these changes caught the eye of Fairy Tramper. The boredom and resentment in his heart grew like a weed, and finally he couldn't stand it any longer and picked Chu Wanning up in his arms.

"What are you mad about again?"

There was a muffled grunt and the man was already pinned against the wall.

Fairy Tramper kissed him hotly and desperately, from neck to lips, from lips to chin, and while he gasped lowly, he asked, "Do you like me"

""

" Chu Wanning, do you like me"

"What are you doing? Why all of a sudden?"

But Fairy Tramper didn't seem to want to know the answer to his question, he simply wanted to ask it, and it was none of his business what the answer was.

Or maybe it's because whatever the answer is, there's no going back, so there's no point in turning back.

"If I were not the Emperor Fairy Tramper, and I had become a master like you, would you have been willing to stay with me and treat me better?"

He finally took a bite of the side of Chu Wanning's neck and possessed it with a blood-sucking grip.

It seemed that this was the only way to prove that the person in his arms belonged to him and not to Mo Weiyu, who was so different from himself.

But the moment he lowered his eyelashes, his voice was hoarse.

"Did you end up liking him that way more than you liked me this way?"

" Mo Weiyu what the hell are you talking about"

Yes, Chu Wanning's memory is so disordered that he has only memories of his past life, not his present one. Naturally, he would not understand his nonsense.

It was probably the only time when he belonged completely to the Fairy Tramper emperor alone.

He suddenly felt very sad.

For some reason, there was even a bit of proud misery in the voice.

Fairy Tramper crossed his neck with his lover and at the end, he whispered, "Would you hate me more if I took his spirit core?"

There is nothing more unresolved than being denied by oneself.

Fairy Tramper Embracing the person in her arms.

"But you are already one of the throne."

"Don't betray me."

He even felt forlorn as he murmured his selfish desires.

I guess even the sharpest knives get dulled when you're alone for a long time.

"Eight years. How long he has had you since he was reborn, and how long I have waited, alone, on another red earth."

Lonely Wushan Palace, drifting without a soul.

"Don't leave me a second time. The first time, I could still die. But if you leave the second time I won't even have the choice to die." Fairy Tramper furrowed her brow, gloom and madness in her brow, sadness and paranoia in symbiosis, "I would not be able to bear it"