Gu Yang was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and on the table not far from him was a row of small golden bottles.
The small bottle has exquisite patterns and is inlaid with gems, making it look very valuable.
But what is valuable is the ointment inside.
Although it is called an ointment, it is thinner than ordinary ointments and thicker than medicated oil. Its effect is indeed as good as its reputation.
After all, Gu Yang had been using it for several days in a row, and the row of bottles on the table in front of him were all empty bottles.
Although the bottle of golden chrysanthemum ointment does not look small, the amount of ointment inside is pitifully small, perhaps to make it more valuable, or simply because this thing is difficult to make.
But no matter what, although Gu Yang had a slight resistance to the golden chrysanthemum ointment, he had to admit that he was a little dependent on it. As for ointment, only those who have used it know its effects.
Looking at the row of empty medicine bottles, Gu Yang even began to wonder how much he would miss the ointment when they left this dream world and returned to the real world without it.
At this time, Fan Yuan pushed the door open with a piece of paper in his hand.
Gu Yang knew that Fan Yuan had taken out all of the private money of the cult leader a few days ago and didn't know what he did with it. Today, when he saw Fan Yuan bringing back a piece of paper, his intuition told him that where his private money had gone must be related to this piece of paper.
Fan Yuan did not hide it from Gu Yang. He glanced over the bottles of golden chrysanthemum ointment that Gu Yang had lined up and walked straight to the bedside and sat down.
Gu Yang subconsciously pulled the quilt wrapped around him closer, then slowly stretched out a hand from under the quilt and shook it.
"show me."
Fan Yuan put the paper in Gu Yang's palm. As soon as the paper left his hand, Fan Yuan immediately turned around and grasped Gu Yang's wrist, and with one force pulled Gu Yang into his arms.
The tightly wrapped quilt loosened. Gu Yang stretched out his hand to grab the quilt, but Fan Yuan held him tightly, preventing him from moving.
Gu Yang was wearing a loose silk dress with the belt not even tied properly, and was held by Fan Yuan like this.
No matter how close the two of them are now or how long they have been close, Gu Yang will never be able to be shameless and thick-skinned in front of Fan Yuan.
Fan Yuan seemed to really like the direct skin contact with Gu Yang. His palm went up along the hem of his clothes and pressed on Gu Yang's body, waiting for Gu Yang to look at the paper.
Gu Yang was already being held, and could no longer resist. He could only try his best to calm himself down and look down at the paper that Fan Yuan had brought back.
The first thing you see is a line of big characters:
"Golden Chrysanthemum Ointment Recipe."
Gu Yang: "This is..."
Fan Yuan took the paper from Gu Yang and read out the names of the medicinal herbs used in it to Gu Yang one by one.
The name of each medicinal herb was read out close to Gu Yang's ear. His lips opened and closed while he spoke. Although Gu Yang could not see, he could seem to imagine the appearance of Fan Yuan's lips when he spoke just by the touch.
"Don't you like this ointment very much?"
After Fan Yuan finished reading the recipe, he carefully folded a thin piece of paper and stuffed it into Gu Yang's loose lapel.
Gu Yang touched the paper:
"You don't want it anymore?"
Fan Yuan hugged Gu Yang's body back so that the two of them could fit more closely together:
"I made a note of it."
Gu Yang suddenly realized:
"You don't want to try this formula when you return to the real world, do you? Is that possible?"
Fan Yuan raised his hand and untied his belt. He hung the dark black belt on Gu Yang's fair arm:
"Try it first, what if?"
Gu Yang no longer paid attention to what Fan Yuan said. His entire attention was now focused on his little arm.
Fan Yuan was taking the dark black belt and wrapping it around his arm, again and again, slowly and firmly.
Gu Yang licked his lips nervously and asked Fan Yuan:
"I just got up..."
Fan Yuan tied Gu Yang's hands together and tied a bow:
"It's okay. I don't mind."
Gu Yang wanted to say that he minded a lot, he minded very much, but Fan Yuan no longer gave him a chance to speak.
That night, the golden chrysanthemum ointment that the cult members had looted from all over the world was finally used up.
The golden little bottles were thrown all over the floor, and the formula for the golden chrysanthemum ointment that Fan Yuan had asked someone to retrieve with Gu Yang's private money was also crumpled and thrown on the floor.
The edge of the paper with the recipe was crushed, and I don’t know how angry the person who crushed it was.
In the morning, Gu Yang's personal servant arrived at the door early as usual, but he did not knock directly. Instead, he secretly put his ear to the door to listen, and then left quietly.
In fact, ever since their leader took Fan Yuan, the upright spy, into his bedroom, the servant had not seen the leader get up early for a long time.
Not only have I never seen a leader who wakes up early, I haven’t even seen a leader who goes to bed early.
Gu Yang barely closed his eyes in the morning and did not wake up until the afternoon. When he woke up, he saw a large mirror placed by the door.
The dream world they came to this time only had those very blurry bronze mirrors, and the rest were those priceless mirrors made of gemstones.
However, this kind of mirror is usually smaller because gems are hard to find. Except for the huge mirror of desire under the underground palace, Gu Yang has not seen any larger gem mirror in this world.
At this time, there was a piece placed at the door in front of him.
Although this gemstone mirror was not as huge as the one under the underground palace, its size was also considerable, almost as tall as a person, and it was placed quietly at the door.
Fan Yuan seemed to have calculated the time when Gu Yang would wake up, and just at that moment he pushed the door open with steaming hot food.
As soon as he came in, he saw Gu Yang staring at the mirror at the door in a daze.
“Does it look good?”
Gu Yang came back to his senses and looked at Fan Yuan with a gloomy look:
"You used that private money to buy this mirror?"
Fan Yuan shook his head, put a bowl of porridge on the table and sat next to Gu Yang. He stirred it gently with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, brought it to his lips, blew it carefully to cool it down, and then handed it to Gu Yang's lips.
"Your private savings are only enough to buy one recipe."
Gu Yang smelled the aroma of the porridge and did not resist. He immediately opened his mouth and took a bite.
Fan Yuan fed Gu Yang a spoonful of porridge and ate one spoonful for himself. He and Gu Yang ate the porridge together, taking a spoonful at a time.
Gu Yang was a little confused. Fan Yuan's character didn't have much money:
"Then where did this mirror come from?"
Fan Yuan didn't say anything, but just blocked Gu Yang's mouth with a spoonful of porridge.
Gu Yang quickly focused on drinking his porridge and didn't bother to ask any further questions.
Anyway, no matter what Fan Yuan does, this is just a fictional dream world.
Everything here is illusory. Gu Yang doesn't care what Fan Yuan really did, but he also believes that Fan Yuan will not do anything too outrageous.
The fact that Fan Yuan was able to buy this mirror was thanks to those upright people.
After those upright people were so angry that they vomited blood and prepared to attack the Demon Sect, they still held on to the last bit of hope and sent a letter to Fan Yuan.
Unexpectedly, their efforts paid off. They finally saw the pigeon they had released fly back with a reply letter from Fan Yuan on its leg. The letter contained only two sentences:
"I have endured the humiliation and have fortunately fulfilled my mission. We can attack, but we lack money to prepare and win over the people's hearts."
The decent people were so excited when they saw the reply. They thought that they could get the key and countless treasures by conquering the cult, so they didn't care about the money they had to raise. So they immediately raised a huge amount of money, exchanged it for silver notes, and sent them out using several pigeons.
After that, they didn't receive any reply for a long time.
But they were already full of confidence, just waiting to attack the Demon Cult in a few days, defeat it, snatch the keys, and unlock countless treasures.
The jeweled mirror placed in front of Gu Yang at this moment was bought by Fan Yuan with the silver notes sent by those upright people.
Those pigeons that delivered the silver notes were also stuffed into the cage at the back by Fan Yuan, and became one of the many pigeons that just ate and waited to die without having to work.
If those decent people knew the truth, they would not necessarily be so angry that they would vomit blood, but would be so angry that they would die.
But Gu Yang didn't know what the decent people did. He only knew that Fan Yuan was rubbing his belly and feeding him.
Gu Yang couldn't help but huddled back under the quilt, looking at the empty bottle of golden chrysanthemum ointment, and whispered:
"The ointment is gone."
Fan Yuan sat down a little further, shortening the distance between him and Gu Yang:
"I know."
Gu Yang moved in again and leaned his back against the wall:
"I just finished my meal..."
Fan Yuan took off his shoes, got on the bed, and cornered Gu Yang:
"I fed him."
Gu Yang looked around, as if he was trying to figure out whether it was possible to break through the encirclement directly from Fan Yuan's side.
Seeing Gu Yang looking around, Fan Yuan suddenly frowned:
"Gu Yang, don't you like it?"
Gu Yang was still looking around, not paying attention to what Fan Yuan said, and said perfunctorily:
"Um."
Fan Yuan's eyelashes fell, and he simply reached out and held Gu Yang's face, forcing Gu Yang to look at him:
"Gu Yang, answer me seriously."
Gu Yang blinked his eyes, his mouth pouted because of Fan Yuan's praise, and asked vaguely:
"Answer what?"
Fan Yuan lowered his head and gently rubbed Gu Yang's nose with his nose tip, and then rubbed from the nose tip to the cheek:
"Don't you like me touching you?"
Gu Yang didn't say anything for a while, just staring at Fan Yuan quietly, until Fan Yuan stepped back a little to distance himself from him, then he shook his head:
"I like it."
Fan Yuan raised his eyes and looked into Gu Yang's eyes:
"I like you touching me... but... I'm too tired..."
Fan Yuan slowly lowered his head, as if he wanted to kiss Gu Yang's pouting lips, but when their lips were about to touch, they suddenly distanced themselves.
He looked up and finally just kissed Gu Yang on the forehead.
"I see."
Gu Yang was a little confused. What did Fan Yuan know
Fan Yuan immediately got out of bed, took the initiative to cover Gu Yang with a blanket, and pressed him back onto the bed:
"You sleep a little longer, and from now on... I will restrain myself."
Gu Yang lay on the bed and watched Fan Yuan go out with the empty bowl of porridge.
He looked at the closed door, then his gaze fell on the jewel mirror placed beside the door, and he suddenly felt a little panicked.
This panic made him unable to sleep anymore. He tossed and turned in bed, his mind a mess and he didn't know what he was thinking.
This panic gradually disappeared until Fan Yuan pushed the door open again, sat down beside the bed and looked at him.
Gu Yang stretched out his hand from under the quilt and carefully put it into Fan Yuan's hand.
Fan Yuan didn't seem to mind anything. He held Gu Yang's hand, went to bed, hugged Gu Yang, and took a nap with him.
Gu Yang felt the warmth in Fan Yuan's arms, completely at ease, and fell asleep.
He slept soundly and sweetly. When he opened his eyes and saw Fan Yuan was still beside him, he felt comfortable all over.
Gu Yang stretched and subconsciously opened his arms to hug Fan Yuan's neck for a warm kiss.
As soon as he hugged Fan Yuan and leaned over with a pout, Fan Yuan turned his head away.
Gu Yang was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Fan Yuan stood up as usual, pulled Gu Yang away, got out of bed and asked him:
"Are you hungry? Do you want to have dinner?"
Gu Yang didn't say anything. He supported himself on the bed and sat up, frowning slightly.
After a while, he raised his arm and faced Fan Yuan:
"Fan Yuan, kiss me."
Fan Yuan bent down and hugged Gu Yang back, lowered his head and kissed Gu Yang's forehead, and also smoothed Gu Yang's messy hair.
"Are you hungry?"
Gu Yang observed Fan Yuan carefully, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was just overthinking.
He nodded and immediately listed a bunch of things he wanted to eat, but did not let go of Fan Yuan's hand. Instead, he shouted for the servant to come in and asked someone to prepare the food.
When the servant came in, he was startled when he saw the large jewel mirror at the door. Then he seemed to have thought of something and looked at Gu Yang with even more admiration.
Gu Yang didn't notice the servant's expression, he kept looking at Fan Yuan.
Fan Yuan seemed no different from before, but there was something different about him.
Gu Yang thought about it for a long time, even while eating.
In the evening, the two of them went out for a walk hand in hand. When Gu Yang wanted to kiss him again, Fan Yuan turned his head away again, and Gu Yang realized something was wrong.
Fan Yuan no longer kissed him. It’s not that he didn’t kiss him, he just didn’t kiss him on the mouth anymore.
They would still hold hands and hug each other, and Fan Yuan would gently kiss his forehead, but Fan Yuan no longer did anything more intimate.
This feeling is like going back to a long time ago, long before the college entrance examination, to the very restrained Fan Yuan.
Gu Yang suddenly remembered their conversation at noon. He said he was too tired and Fan Yuan said he would control himself.
Is it because of this
Gu Yang looked at Fan Yuan earnestly under the moonlight. Fan Yuan felt Gu Yang's gaze and seemed to want to lower his head to kiss his lips. Finally, his thin lips stopped just above Gu Yang's lips.
The next moment, Fan Yuan stood up and just kissed Gu Yang on the forehead.
Gu Yang raised his hand and touched his forehead, and suddenly grinned.
His eyes were clear and beautiful in the moonlight, and there was some pride in his gaze as he looked at Fan Yuan.
Fan Yuan did it on purpose, deliberately creating such a strong contrast between the before and after, just to make Gu Yangxian unable to hold back and take the initiative to ask Fan Yuan for it.
Gu Yang guessed what Fan Yuan was thinking, and when Fan Yuan saw Gu Yang smile, he also knew that Gu Yang had guessed it.
Fan Yuan stretched out his hand and hooked the tip of Gu Yang's nose, asking knowingly:
"What are you laughing at?"
Gu Yang reached out and grasped Fan Yuan's fingertips, then brought them to his lips and bit them gently with his teeth. The corners of his mouth curled up so much that he couldn't stop:
"Fan Yuan, I won't beg you to do exercise, just wait."
Fan Yuan touched Gu Yang's fangs with his fingertips, with a hint of smile and confidence in his dark eyes:
"Really? Then I'll wait."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Yang let go of Fan Yuan's hand, took a step back, and put some distance between them.
Then, under the moonlight, in front of Fan Yuan, he gently rubbed his lips with his fingertips and licked his fingers.
Fan Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and stood still.
Gu Yang stretched out a finger towards Fan Yuan and waved it left and right:
"Remember what you said, you have to control yourself-"
As he spoke, Gu Yang ran forward. He seemed to find this matter very interesting. He no longer had any previous worries and felt completely relaxed.
Fan Yuan stood there and watched Gu Yang running forward, his thin lips curled slightly, and he slowly followed him.
Two people were walking in the woods under the moonlight, but neither of them was willing to touch the other.
Fan Yuan was fine, he was just taking a walk.
Gu Yang was much worse. He would pout at Fan Yuan from time to time, as if to say, "Do you dare to come over and kiss me?"
An inexplicable competition of "whoever can't help it first will give up" began. The jewel mirror that Fan Yuan bought with the silver notes from decent people has been quietly placed at the door of the bedroom and has never been used once.
It’s not that it was useless. At least when Gu Yang was sorting his clothes, he felt that this jewel mirror was very useful.
But Fan Yuan definitely didn't buy this mirror so that Gu Yang could look at it and sort out his clothes.
After the decent people handed the silver note to Fan Yuan, their original intention of attacking immediately gradually faded.
Rather than a brute force attack, it is better to be fully prepared.
So after the pigeon flew out, they kept waiting for Fan Yuan to send back any news, but after a few days, there was still no news.
Just when they could no longer wait, a particularly fat and round pigeon came flying back, with a mailbox tied to its feet.
The decent people took down the mailbox while wondering why the pigeon was so fat.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go, the chubby pigeon flapped its wings and flew away, with no intention of staying at all.
The decent person didn't pay any attention to the pigeon, but excitedly unfolded the note in the mailbox.
There was only one line of words on the note:
"We are ready to attack."
The fat pigeon that flew away staggered back to the back of Gu Yang's bedroom, took the initiative to get into the cage, dived into the food bowl and started eating.
Rather than being a diligent working pigeon, it would rather be a useless pigeon!
Is it bad to be a waste? Is it unhappy to be a waste
No need to work and someone will support you!
The fat pigeon, which was eating happily, pushed the pigeons next to it away with its butt and ate even more happily.
Gu Yang saw the pigeons flying back and filled their food bowls with food again.
Fan Yuan walked out of the house and saw the chubby pigeon:
"Flying back?"
Gu Yang nodded, turned around and was about to pounce on Fan Yuan:
"Yes, I'm back now. We can get ready to watch the show."
Seeing him rushing towards him, Fan Yuan subconsciously opened his arms.
But when Gu Yang was halfway through his pounce, he suddenly remembered that they were currently playing a game of "whoever can't hold back first surrenders", so he stopped immediately.
Fan Yuan seemed to have reacted as well and lowered his open arms.
Gu Yang couldn't help but kick a small stone away with his toes. He looked at Fan Yuan with a hook in his eyes, and he was entangled with him and refused to take a step forward.
He hadn't been able to cuddle and kiss with Fan Yuan for several days. Although the two of them still stayed together every day, the fact that they could only look but not eat only made the frustrating feeling worse.
Fan Yuan's hands hanging on both sides of his body moved, and his fingertips rubbed against each other. It had been a long time since they had been touched by Gu Yang's warmth.
The two people were walking on the critical line, struggling to hold on, competing childishly with each other.
Until the day comes when the righteous people concentrate their efforts to attack the evil cult.
On this day, countless upright people surrounded the Demon Cult under the banner of eliminating demons and defending the Way, but they did not expect that the gate of the Demon Cult was wide open without even anyone guarding it.
Looking inside, it seemed that there was no one inside.
The leader of the decent people was a middle-aged man who looked like an immortal. He had a goatee and was standing at the wide-open door of the cult, stroking his beard.
Someone nearby asked him:
"Senior? Is this a trick?"
At this moment, a pigeon flew over unsteadily, still so fat that it could hardly fly.
The pigeon landed halfway through its flight and then walked towards me in a swagger.
The leader bent down and took the mailbox from the pigeon's leg. The pigeon immediately flapped its wings again, flew close to the ground for a short distance, then began to walk on the ground and rushed back quickly.
However, at this time, the decent people were not in the mood to pay attention to the pigeon. They were all eager to know what was written in the letter.
The letter contained only a few short sentences:
"The whole sect is poisoned, no one is defending, go in."
When they saw this line of words, cheers broke out among the ranks of decent people. They gathered together and immediately rushed into the Demon Cult.
It can only be said that this time Fan Yuan's character is too good in the eyes of decent people. According to rumors in the martial arts world, he endured humiliation for the sake of their righteousness, and was tortured under the leader of the evil cult day and night.
While being tortured, he had to pave the way for their attack. It is truly an epic story.
Therefore, no one doubted that Fan Yuan would rebel.
The team of decent people walked in swaggeringly until they reached the center, where they saw all the members of the Demon Cult gathered there, looking at them quietly, without being poisoned at all.
Their most trusted undercover agent, Fan Yuan, was tied to a chair, with the cult's left and right protectors standing beside him.
Gu Yang was dressed in red, standing in front of the Demon Cult with his hands behind his back, a smile on his lips as he looked at the decent people approaching.
"You guys are here."
The goateed leader frowned, thinking he had fallen into a trap.
Gu Yang suddenly raised his arm, holding a delicate key between his fingertips.
"You have worked so hard for so long, just for this little key?"
When the upright people saw the key in Gu Yang's hand, there was immediately a commotion in the team, which did not stop until Goatbeard shouted angrily.
The man with the goatee was wearing a white robe and looked like an immortal, but when he narrowed his eyes, he felt like a villain.
"May I ask what is the purpose of the Demon Cult leader taking out this key?"
Gu Yang chuckled, and as soon as he loosened his grip, the key fell out.
This key appears to be made of jade and will break into pieces if it falls to the ground.
All the decent people cried out in surprise and rushed over when they saw the key falling.
The show has officially begun.
The author has something to say: I am now writing the last chapter of the extra story, and will publish it when it is finished!
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