Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Old Dog Bai didn’t know what to do; his mind went blank.
He seemed to have said something wrong and made his little boyfriend cry.
What the hell should he do?
Xiao Yao was suddenly overwhelmed by emotions, and his words became incoherent. His trembling breaths alternated between “what to do” and “it hurts so much,” not knowing whether he was talking about his own pain or Old Dog Bai’s.
Bai Yao didn’t know what to do with his hands and feet. One hand was held by Xiao Yao, which was a little better, but he wanted to dig everywhere with his other hand and feet, hoping to find some secret treasure to cheer Xiao Yao up. After “dancing around” for a couple of seconds, Old Dog Bai had a sudden inspiration. He leaned over, scooped up his long arm, and pulled Xiao Yao onto his lap.
“Yao Yao, be good, don’t cry, it’s all over…” Old Dog Bai’s lips were close to Xiao Yao’s eyes, and he spoke dryly, “I… I… I’m fine, I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore, okay?”
Xiao Yao gripped Bai Ju’s clothes, burying his face in his neck, breathing heavily.
A tightness in his chest, like a scream, yet no sound came out; his brain was oxygen-deprived, dizzy, tears and snot streaming down his face, his usually clean-cut face now a mess.
Bai Ju tried to comfort him, but to no avail, and then stopped, simply holding Xiao Yao and patting his back.
He understood Xiao Yao’s state…
He himself had felt the same way when his parents passed away; immense grief, like a monster trying to burst his bones, struggled within him, unable to be released.
Because he was powerless.
No matter what he did, the dead could not be brought back to life, and he could never bring his parents to a peaceful old age. And the current Xiao Yao couldn’t go back to the past to comfort the wounded Bai Ju of that time, especially since the interval had been too long. The culprit was dead, and he couldn’t find a trace of the sinner to question or seek revenge, nor could he find the wounds on Bai Ju’s smooth, intact skin— he couldn’t even help apply medicine or blow on them.
But one couldn’t always look back at the past; the road moved forward, and one must always look ahead. Setbacks and trials were like grains of sand in a shell; their final form should be polished into a pearl, a complete transformation, not forever retaining those sharp, ugly edges.
It was just… an unbearable heartache.
A cycle that repeated itself, utterly perplexing.
Bai Ju had seen all sorts of people, and although he always remained detached and didn’t seek deep understanding, he still possessed a repertoire of profound truths. He paused for a moment, seeing the person in his arms gradually regain their breathing, then kissed Xiao Yao’s earlobe and whispered, “Yao Yao… I didn’t mean to hide it from you.”
“Do you remember when I told you that I was happy you felt sorry for me?”
Xiao Yao nodded sullenly. He remembered everything Old Dog Bai had said. He was clearly a love-starved old dog, and even the slightest bit of sweetness could satisfy him. The love-starved old dog chuckled softly and sighed helplessly: “But… when you feel too much heartache, I will feel heartache for you.”
People in love were mostly similar. They’ll act cute, act coquettish, and be submissive in front of their partners to get a little pity and small benefits; but if they really make their partners angry, they’ll want to slap themselves in the face.
This silly dog Bai Ju had the ability to read minds, but he was stubborn and willful and didn’t like to use it, so he messed things up and said the wrong thing, stirring up wave after wave of his boyfriend’s emotions. After deeply reflecting on himself, the old dog Bai Ju realized that this time he hadn’t really done anything wrong, but his history would have to be told to Xiao Yao sooner or later. Given how much Yao Yao dotes on him, he’d have to cry a little or two sooner or later.
Xiao Yao wiped his face, and with a bit of disgust, cast a spell to clean himself and Bai Ju.
Bai Ju spread his five fingers and combed Xiao Yao’s messy hair, then leaned in and nuzzled him: “Hmm? Not crying anymore?”
Xiao Yao felt a little tired, and withdrew his strength, letting Bai Ju nuzzle him softly: “…I’m not crying anymore.”
“Crying won’t solve anything.”
Xiao Yao poked Bai Ju’s chest muscles with his finger, preparing himself: “Brother Bai, tell me honestly, is there anything worse you’ve been hiding from me?”
The events recorded in the sorcerer’s records were vague, but when applied to Bai Ju, the general outline was still clear, and Xiao Yao didn’t plan to delve into it for the time being; he just didn’t know if Old Dog Bai had experienced anything else besides these.
Bai Ju thought carefully: “If you’re talking about something, maybe there is, but I personally feel it wasn’t anything terrible… anyway, it’s all in the past.”
Xiao Yao sighed: “You’re trying to break my heart.”
Bai Ju smiled: “Then will you spoil me from now on? Spoil me twice as much as you would have.”
Xiao Yao breathed quietly, and after a moment of silence, said: “I’ll definitely spoil you… but I’m still so unwilling.”
Old Dog Bai hugged him: “I’m just like you, when I think about what you went through without my knowledge, I’m also very unwilling.”
“When you have strength but nowhere to use it, just keep moving forward.”
When they returned to Haiyin Castle, Qu Lang and the others had already reunited.
Seeing Bai Ju and Xiao Yao walk in through the main gate, the group, who had been talking, stopped simultaneously and greeted them. Qu Lang grinned broadly, “Bai Wang! Impressive! You suppressed the formation in no time.”
Bai Ju glanced instinctively at Xiao Yao beside him; this was the first time Qu Lang hadn’t greeted Xiao Yao first.
Xiao Yao wore a faint smile; if it weren’t for the slight redness at the corners of his eyes, one wouldn’t have guessed he’d been crying earlier. Seeing Bai Ju looking over, Xiao Yao raised an eyebrow: “Why are you looking at me? You’re the one who did it.”
Bai Ju blinked, a beat slow to respond, but didn’t deny his own skill, instead sincerely praising, “The formation you set up was also quite good, exceeding my expectations.”
Qu Lang hissed in pain: “I didn’t expect Bai Wang to be so good at mutual flattery.”
Bai Ju didn’t quite understand: “???”
The two special operations teams huddled together. Then seeing Bai Ju’s blank expression for a moment, they burst into laughter, excitedly inviting him to drink and celebrate.
Bai Ju was taken aback by their sudden enthusiasm and, somewhat bewildered, telepathically asked Xiao Yao, “Yao Yao, what’s wrong with them?”
They were as excited as if they were on drugs.
Xiao Yao smiled, patting Bai Ju’s arm reassuringly, “Nothing, it’s just that you’ve successfully become their comrade-in-arms.”
These special operations team members were different from ordinary sorcerers; they had all served in pre-selection units.
The atmosphere of the military camp was like an injection, absorbed drop by drop, gradually making the word “comrade-in-arms” a deeply ingrained recognition.
Previously, Old Dog Bai was merely a collaborator, but in just over an hour, he had given them a tremendous surprise.
First, he turned Ji Yun’s painstaking research into reality, and then it was found that he laid the groundwork for communication with the vampires before today. As a result, when this group appeared today, even the most foolish vampires understood that they were actually “official” agents of China. Forget about Chinese invitations; cooperating with them might actually secure them an opportunity to immigrate to China. The Special Operations Bureau, the Demon Management Bureau, and the Sorcerer Association didn’t oppose their immigration; the only problem was that vampires were difficult to manage. However, some of the materials Old Dog Bai gave Ji Yun clearly outlined a cultivation method that used vampires as subordinates. While it wouldn’t make them as obedient as Flying Corpse Qing Lan, it would at least make them dependent on human sorcerers, preventing them from harboring any thoughts of rebellion.
— After all, vampires had a clear class system, and the underlying servility was equally strong.
So, while a few people were patrolling the interior of Haiyin Castle, a few “casual” conversations were enough to draw out the entire vampire army, including many ghosts. Negotiations didn’t take long; the members of Haiyin Castle eagerly expressed their willingness to fully cooperate with the Secret Service and to exchange their freedom and loyalty for immigration opportunities.
What should have been a difficult matter was resolved so easily, thanks in no small part to Old Dog Bai.
Ling Yun grinned and leaned over, giving Bai Ju a thumbs-up: “Bai Wang, I was wrong before. From now on, if you need anything, just let me know. Our Capital Qilin Squad is at your beck and call!”
Qu Lang, who had been arguing with someone about whether to drink red, white, or beer, overheard this and strode over from a distance, raising a long leg to kick Ling Yun’s butt: “Get lost! You Earth Qilin only guard the capital; all mobile operations are our Peregrine Falcon’s responsibility!”
Ling Yun awkwardly dodged, still getting a small shoe print on his pants. He immediately dusted himself off and went back to settle the score: “Pah! What Earth Qilin? I’m from the Qilin Squad!”
“The city-guarding Qilin don’t fly, so what are you if not Earth Qilin!” Qu Lang was sarcastic, his sarcasm skills at their peak when he really wanted to annoy someone. “Deputy Captain Ling, you should know your place.”
“Alright, it seems your Peregrine Falcon, Captain Qu, is always flying high, leaving a hole in its wake,” Ling Yun chuckled, pointing at Qu Lang with his finger. “How long is this year’s disciplinary list? Enough to fly high?”
Qu Lang grinned. “Look at how much you praise us, we Peregrine Falcons really do have the ability to fly high.”
Ling Yun choked. “…”
He recalled his lines, and the image of “leaving a hole in its wake” was almost vivid in his mind.
Old Dog Bai watched as the man who had just pledged his loyalty went back to argue with Qu Lang, the conversation becoming increasingly vulgar and violent.
Xiao Yao looked at Bai Ju’s stunned expression and almost wanted to laugh.
Fortunately, the Special Operations Bureau members were all like this; once they accepted this old dog, they surrounded him with an irresistible enthusiasm, their human warmth almost scorching. Before Bai Ju could even say anything, his name was already on the lips of various members.
“Why drink red? I think Bai Wang should prefer white… Bai Wang, don’t you think so!”
“White is such a hindrance! Barbecue and beer go much better together!”
“Get lost! You’re such a lightweight, don’t delay our revolutionary friendship with Bai Wang.”
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Old Dog Bai: It feels like I’m back in the days when I was a demon king with my underlings…
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