Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Shuo Zong: “Where do you feel uncomfortable?”
Wei Xi didn’t know how to explain it, so he could only stretch out his body lazily, bury his head in the pillow, and hum softly.
Seeing that he really looked very uncomfortable, Shuo Zong became worried and even put aside his anger and wanted to go forward to check.
The next second, Wei Xi couldn’t bear it anymore and lifted the quilt, revealing his own slender white legs.
Shuo Zong: “……………………”
Wei Xi hugged the quilt and rubbed it, shivering, but still couldn’t find a solution: “I feel uncomfortable…”
Shuo Zong was so angry that he pulled the quilt over him and said, “Bear with it!”
The disciple seemed to be in a bad mood, but Wei Xi didn’t expect to get help, so he could only bear it when he heard this and groaned softly in discomfort.
His voice was sometimes high and sometimes low, very different from when he usually spoke, like a ball of lingering toffee mixed with a moist nasal sound, so ambiguous that it seemed like water could drip out of it.
The temperature in the room was so high that it was about to burn, and every air molecule in the darkness was restlessly moving.
Shuo Zong glanced at him and turned his back, but he couldn’t cut off his ear, so he slept on the inside, staring at the transparent bathroom cubicle in front of him, with an expressionless face and his lips still a little wet and hot.
There was still the taste of Wei Xi’s sucking on it.
He recalled what he saw before he turned around. Wei Xi’s cheeks were red and his eyes were wet, as if they were filled with water.
Wei Xi tossed and turned, feeling more and more uncomfortable. He felt an unprecedented crisis in his life, and his body felt so uncomfortable that it seemed like it was about to fail.
Fortunately, just when he felt he was about to explode, the disciple who had been silent on the inside of the bed finally turned around, his face tense, and looked into his eyes.
“Come over.”
The other person’s voice was somehow so deep that it sounded like it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
Out of trust in his apprentice, Wei Xi subconsciously moved closer.
The disciple raised his arms, grabbed the quilt that he was holding in his arms and shook it, covering his body tightly.
…. Lights….
Wei Xi lay on his back in the bed with a blank mind, too tired to open his eyes. He watched his apprentice get up and leave. He couldn’t even raise his voice when he wanted to speak. His whole body seemed to have been roasted and melted.
“Lu Que.” He lay in bed panting, his eyes red, and asked his apprentice in a low voice, “Did Master get poisoned just now? Or was he ambushed?”
“……………………” Shuo Zong took a tissue, wiped his hands, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can. He really wanted to curse. But when he glanced at the misty eyes and thought of the other party making desperate but uncontrollable sounds, he could only try to answer calmly, “Nothing, it’s just a normal reaction of the body, you think too much.”
Wei Xi learned that he was not poisoned, and his guard finally calmed down a lot. He couldn’t help but think back on it and concluded shamelessly: “It was quite comfortable.”
Shuo Zong: “…”
Wei Xi once again praised his apprentice generously: “You are very good.”
Shuo Zong gritted his teeth and got on the bed: “…Shut up, don’t say anything.”
Wei Xi watched his disciple quickly get into bed. He felt lazy but didn’t want to sleep. Thinking of what his second disciple had just said to him, he couldn’t help but ask, “It’s a normal reaction, Que’er, did you react too?”
The apprentice ignored him and didn’t say anything after lying down. Wei Xi could only hear his slightly heavy breathing. He was a little worried for a moment, so he simply reached into the other’s quilt to feel around, just to make sure.
This normal reaction was not pleasant.
As soon as he got his hand into the bed, he was grabbed. The apprentice’s palm was burning like fire, and his five fingers tightly clasped his wrist: “What are you going to do now?”
Wei Xi stood up and moved closer to see his expression and saw a tense face. He met his eyes and stroked his hair with concern: “Your leg is still injured, and you feel uncomfortable somewhere. Master will help you.”
The disciple’s stagnant aura, like a drawn bowstring, suddenly dissipated as soon as he finished speaking.
Shuo Zong glanced at Wei Xi’s worried expression with a complicated look. After a long while, he finally couldn’t get angry anymore and could only sigh helplessly. He probably sighed more times during this period than in the first half of his life combined.
He pulled out the hand he had grabbed from the bed, opened the quilt to cover Wei Xi who had come closer, and then raised his hand to touch the other’s curly hair. Shuo Zong pressed the head that was still trying to observe whether he was uncomfortable back onto the pillow: “Don’t move, go to sleep.”
Wei Xi was pulled into the bed and was instantly wrapped in the warm yang energy of his disciple. He couldn’t help but sigh comfortably and sleepiness immediately came over him.
But as a teacher, he still worried a lot. Even though he was so sleepy, he still asked: “Are you really not feeling uncomfortable? Does your leg still hurt?”
Shuo Zong rested his chin on his fluffy hair, his eyes were blank, and he didn’t know what he was thinking. The past and present time and space and people were intricately intertwined in his mind, and they were fixed on Wei Xi who was caring about his “injury”. He whispered for a long while before replying: “I’m fine.”
Wei Xi felt extremely comfortable being surrounded by the Yang energy. After getting the answer, he hummed muffledly and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
He had a dream.
The dream was chaotic, as if all his fragmented memories were mixed together into a mess, without a beginning or an end, making it very confusing.
He seemed to be fighting with someone, his mind was excited, blood was in front of his eyes, and he just wanted to eat the other person in one bite.
How can this be possible? If Wei Dedao finds out, he will start to cause trouble again.
Wei Xi thought so and lazily moved a little closer to the warm breath in his dream. At the same time, the disciple who was holding him suddenly opened his eyes sternly.
His cheeks felt like they were burned by fire.
He subconsciously turned his head and found that Wei Xi had actually placed the white jade pendant next to the pillow. The jade pendant was madly hot, as hot as a gas stove.
What a strange thing! Shuo Zong raised his hand and casually pushed it aside. Perhaps startled by his action, the head in his arms uttered a few words in its sleep.
Shuo Zong lowered his eyes to take a look, raised his hand and touched it twice, then closed his eyes again.
Who knew that not long after he fell into a light sleep, a voice would suddenly strike his mind like thunder: “Separate!!!”
The voice sounded old and angry. Shuo Zong opened his eyes immediately, but the room was dark and there was no sound except Wei Xi’s breathing.
He thought for a while, felt that he might have had some strange dream, and closed his eyes hesitantly.
Not long after—
“Stand up!!!!”
“Release!!!”
“What have you done!!!”
Shuo Zong fell asleep again and again but was awakened by hysterical shouting again and again. Even gods would be angry if their rest was disturbed like this. But he couldn’t find the source of the sound. He looked around the room and didn’t see any evil spirits, let alone any ghosts or monsters.
He couldn’t help but frown. There was indeed something strange about this hotel in the mountains. It made it impossible for people to rest.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but lower his eyes to look at Wei Xi, only to see that Wei Xi was sleeping soundly, with his hair standing up in a messy mess, his breathing even, his brows relaxed, and he looked so peaceful.
Shuo Zong was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to stroke the other person’s hair, and thought to himself, they are in the same room, how come the sound didn’t bother him?
Is it my own hallucination?
Thinking this, he leaned back on the pillow and slowly closed his eyes.
A moment later——
“Separate!!!”
A thunderous roar sounded in his mind again.
Shuo Zong opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at the dark and quiet room.
Can it get better?
….
The next day, Wei Xi got up and opened his eyes to find that his apprentice was awake, staring at him seriously.
He yawned. “Are you awake so early?”
The disciple lowered his eyes, his expression somewhat complicated, and asked hesitantly: “Did you have a dream last night?”
“Yes.” Wei Xi leaned over to the other person’s chest and inhaled two breaths of Yang Qi. He recalled the dream but could not remember it clearly. The images were fragmented. Sometimes it was a fight scene, and sometimes he ran into the house of the person fighting to steal food. After the other person saw him, he did not forcefully drive him away. Therefore, he ate very well, just like he had eaten enough Yang Qi from his apprentice yesterday. He felt very comfortable. So overall: “It was a good dream.”
Shuo Zong: “…”
Wei Xi was stunned when he saw his expression: “Disciple, you also dreamed? Didn’t you sleep well?”
Shuo Zong: “…”
It’s more than just not sleeping well.
He couldn’t sleep at all that night because of the noise.
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