Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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After tidying up the things in the study, Xiao Yao prepared to go out to buy some groceries and cook something nice to treat the little monsters.
Bai Ju wasn’t very happy about it, blocking Xiao Yao at the study door and demanding a kiss before reluctantly emphasizing, “A maximum of three times a month. The rest of the time, you’re only allowed to cook for me.”
From “not allowed” to “three times a month,” the old dog Bai felt like he was ceding territory and paying a price, feeling like he had lost out big time.
Xiao Yao smiled and patted the dog’s head, tucking Bai Ju’s hair behind his ear: “How about I make you a separate set meal later?”
Actually, Xiao Yao didn’t have many opportunities to cook for anyone on a regular basis. Before meeting Old Dog Bai, he was so busy he was like a spinning top, and even if someone came to visit, he was too lazy to cook. The reason he negotiated the terms like this was simply because he liked Old Dog Bai’s pitiful yet yielding manner, always backing down at the bottom line.
Bai Ju had no idea that his little boyfriend was just teasing him. He then lowered his head and let the massage happen. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids slightly, wanting to order a Manchu Han Imperial Feast to show off his status in the family, but he also felt sorry for his little boyfriend and didn’t want to tire him out, so he grumbled, “Fry two extra fish fillets, using the ingredients we hunted last time. It’s just for the two of us, we won’t give them any.”
Xiao Yao chuckled and kissed him: “Okay.”
Of all the fish they hunted, only one type, with few bones, was best suited for frying fish fillets. Its body was round and thick, with layers of lean meat and fat interspersed when sliced horizontally. The ruby-red flesh contained a fiery spiritual energy, making it a rather harsh spiritual food, completely unsuitable for these little monsters.
The dog’s petty nature was too easy to understand.
Xiao Yao thought for a moment and suggested, “Why don’t you come with me to buy groceries?”
Bai Ju was somewhat tempted, but then glanced towards the courtyard, hesitated, and shook his head in refusal: “Never mind, next time… I have to keep an eye on these little monsters’ cultivation.”
Otherwise, if the miniature person noticed something was wrong, he would have to rush back from outside, and even a moment’s hesitation could lead to unpleasant consequences… especially for someone like Qing Lan who was just starting out with a new technique, it was easier for things to go wrong.
The two walked out talking, and just as they reached the edge of the living room, Qing Lan, who was wielding a sword outside, stopped and stood outside the glass door, hesitating whether to come in.
Bai Ju noticed him and took the initiative to ask, “Finished practicing?”
Qing Lan nodded slowly and said, “Yes, I’ve finished practicing. I did it 1200 times as you taught me.”
Bai Ju nodded and pointed to the sofa: “Go inside first, sit and meditate for a while, then move on to the next step in half an hour.”
Qing Lan obediently stepped into the house, but her gaze lingered on Xiao Yao hesitantly, looking at him several times with a hint of nervousness. The tall flying corpse had clear eyes and no aggression, so Xiao Yao didn’t feel offended. He was just puzzled by his gaze: “What’s wrong?”
Qing Lan, holding his sword, said awkwardly, “Director Xiao… Director Xiao is injured. There are teeth marks on his neck.”
Afraid that the two big shots didn’t understand the importance of the problem, Qing Lan emphasized seriously, “He was bitten. It’s dangerous. You need to apply medicine.”
Xiao Yao: “…”
Xiao Yao’s face suddenly turned red. He coughed lightly, touched his neck awkwardly, and turned to walk towards the bedroom: “…I’ll go apply the medicine.”
Bai Ju, both amused and exasperated, pulled him aside and tapped his neck. A cool sensation ran through him, and the red mark faded considerably.
Old Man Bai whispered in Xiao Yao’s ear, “Don’t put any random medicine on it… it’ll be invisible in a few minutes.” He hadn’t sucked hard; the bite marks weren’t bruised and wouldn’t be difficult to remove.
Xiao Yao wanted to say something, but he heard Old Man Bai earnestly explaining to Qing Lan, “I bit him; the skin wasn’t broken, it’s not dangerous, no need for medicine.”
Qing Lan glanced at it again, seemingly understanding, and seeing that the teeth marks on Xiao Yao’s neck were indeed lighter, he reluctantly nodded, accepting Bai Ju’s explanation.
Xiao Yao then went out as usual; there were many tourists on Turtle Island, and quite a few people wandered around with hickeys on their bodies, so the teeth marks on his neck were quite common, and he didn’t bother to hide them anymore. However, the old white dog who stayed in the house closed the door, and as soon as he turned around, he heard Qing Lan’s voice again. The tall flying corpse was obviously not good at speaking, and he stuttered a little when he spoke, using short sentences: “Bai, Bai Wang.”
“Director Xiao is a good person…please don’t eat him, okay?” Qing Lan anxiously tried to buy Xiao Yao a chance to live, “If you, if you’re hungry, what do you want to eat? Qing Lan will help, help you hunt.”
Qing Lan was a demon taken in by the Demon Management Bureau, and Xiao Yao was the director of the Bureau. The single-minded flying corpse had already identified Director Xiao as one of its own. On the other hand, the Demon King Bai Ju was practically a member of the same kind, and even the leader of his kind. Qing Lan thus didn’t dare to offend him and could only try to navigate the situation with his not-so-bright brain.
“It’s quite a difficult situation, ” Bai Ju thought with a bit of a headache.
Did he look like the kind of demon who would eat people at the drop of a hat? Old Dog Bai didn’t expect this flying corpse to understand anything like desire. This guy didn’t even have a heartbeat. If he wanted to have any further physical reactions, he would have to cultivate to a higher level.
After considering it for a moment, Bai Ju decided to explain to Qing Lan in a simpler way: “I’m not going to eat him, I’m just leaving a mark to prove that he’s my human.”
Qing Lan seemed to understand but not quite.
After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly realized: “Qing Lan will also leave a mark for its master when recognizing a master.”
Bai Ju: “… “
Okay, that makes sense.
The flying corpse, finally relieved, breathed a sigh of relief and obediently nodded to Bai Ju: “Bai Wang, Qing Lan is going to meditate.”
Bai Ju checked the time: “Go ahead, I’ll give you half an hour.”
After a slight pause, Bai Ju asked again: “Why do you always call yourself by your own name?” As far as he knew, only little children who couldn’t distinguish between “you,” “me,” and “him” would use the names adults commonly used to refer to themselves.
Qing Lan placed the knife beside him, his fingers curling slightly: “…If I don’t call it, I’ll…I’ll forget.”
He hung his head, looking dejected; it wasn’t hard to imagine how he looked after being drenched in cold water, probably not much different from now: “Qing Lan can’t find his master, and without a master to call his name, he’ll forget.”
“Later, he got used to it after a while. Even after being taken in by the Demon Management Bureau, when a lot of people called him by his name, he didn’t change it.”
Bai Ju choked, waved his hand, and told him to go and meditate.
This flying corpse had some strange talent; even in a simple conversation, he could make people feel guilty after just a few words.
Old White Dog was still a soft-hearted old dog after all. Qing Lan’s appearance really touched his heart. He stood aside watching Qing Lan meditate, occasionally offering guidance and corrections, while pondering how to find him a master.
Hmm… first, he should try to confirm whether he has already recognized a master.
After returning from Turtle Island, he first needed to find the River Dragon King. The Dragon King was in charge of feng shui, and the process of refining and recognizing a master for a flying corpse was extremely particular about feng shui. If Qing Lan had already recognized a master, and the others couldn’t tell, perhaps that little dragon king could help.
All things considered, it seemed there was quite a lot to do.
First, he needed to find the person on Turtle Island who was behind the puppet-making and the attempt to cause bloodshed, who was also the one who had initially instigated Sun Daiyang and Jing Xia. Then he needed to return to Luocheng to have Xiao Yao make contact with the Sorcerer Association and continue investigating the events on Turtle Island. He himself needed to go to the River Dragon King and get him to join the Sorcerer Association or the Demon Management Bureau so he could properly teach the little demons magic.
After that, he might finally have time to take Yao Yao to his parents’ remains, to draw their souls together, to form a covenant with heaven and earth, and to make their relationship official… Only then could he truly leave his mark on Xiao Yao.
Bai Ju frowned as he thought about it.
This process was taking too long. They initially agreed to see his parents as soon as they got back, but now so many things were piling up, making it feel like the plan to see his parents had been forced to be postponed again and again… He remembered Xiao Yao saying he wanted to find someone to tell Old Dog Bai about his history. If this wasn’t arranged, Xiao Yao would probably have reservations and it wouldn’t be suitable for forming a contract.
Bai Ju rubbed his temples, pulling his thoughts back to the present, focusing his attention on Qing Lan’s situation.
This flying corpse was beyond the realm of ordinary zombies; after all, it possessed real abilities and a truly exceptional talent for cultivation. He had only given it a few pointers from afar, without helping to control the spiritual energy, and now, after ten minutes, this big, clumsy guy had basically mastered the flow of spiritual energy, and it was becoming increasingly stable, so there was basically nothing for him to worry about. As for forming a contract with Xiao Yao, it shouldn’t be delayed too long.
Old Dog Bai originally thought that he hadn’t felt too lonely after being single for thousands of years, and now, let alone a month or two, even if he waited ten or twenty years to form a contract, he should have enough patience— but now he realized he was wrong.
A month or two? He didn’t want to wait even a day or two.
…I have to think of a way.
After meeting this person and realizing the feelings between them, Old Dog Bai’s future life had a plan, a plan for two people. He could no longer live a carefree life alone, nor could he be as carefree as before. Everything had concerns and constraints, but it was this feeling that made Old Dog Bai feel surprisingly satisfied and joyful.
No wonder when he visited other demon kings before, he always encountered a few guys whose ears were being pulled by their wives, but were still laughing foolishly, baring their teeth and showing off, as if being managed by their wives was an extremely happy thing.
Bai Ju didn’t quite understand at the time.
His parents were always quiet and tacit. His mother never showed her teeth to his father. The two old dogs loved to lie at the foot of the mountain on sunny winter afternoons, one next to the other, snowflakes on their fur and noses, squinting in the cold winter sun.
At that time, many monsters were hibernating or hoarding food and living alone in their caves, so no one would bother his parents sunbathing.
Therefore, he always thought that this was how lovers should be: I’m gentle with you, and you’re considerate in return, without any arguments, discipline, or punishment.
Now, thinking back, his parents must have had a period of adjustment when they were young. They might have argued or even fought behind his back, but the root of everything was their indelible love, making everything beautiful.
For example… Old White Dog now felt that if Xiao Yao were to pull his ear and scold him with exasperation, he should be most careful not to wag his tail too enthusiastically.
The author has something to say:
Yao Yao: ??? Brother Bai, what kind of attribute is this?
Old White Dog has such a dog-like temper, haha. When I used to raise my dog, I’d soften up while scolding it, cup its face, gently tug its ear, and whisper through gritted teeth, and its tail would wag like a windmill. ==
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