A good piece of human skin must be peeled off from a stunning beauty. Skin as white as snow, flawless, delicate and smooth, only in this way can a peerless painting be made.
Baili Duyue felt Sang Feiwan's palm tightly covering the back of his hand, delicate and warm, it was indeed a top-grade skin, much better than Duan Yang's. However, among the group of useless vases in the backyard, it was rare to find someone who was barely pleasing to the eye. If he was peeled, wouldn't it be a pity
Baili Duyue's expression was unclear and his thoughts were hard to fathom.
Sang Feiwan had just spoken close to his ear, her voice low and melodious, like a ghost from a strange story from a Chinese studio. If they had gotten any closer, they would have almost stuck together, but before Baili Duyue could scold him for being so insolent, Sang Feiwan had already pulled away, slowly backing away from them.
He just came forward just to talk to Baili Duyue, without any thoughts, and his expression was calm as usual. Those ambiguous and affectionate words seemed not to come from his mouth, but just Baili Duyue's illusion.
"The city lord's painting skills are exquisite and have reached the pinnacle. He deserves to be matched with precious ink and paper. Duan Yang's skin has been stained with ink for thousands of years, just like a piece of white paper with stains. It's hard to be a human being, let alone paint."
Sang Feiwan stood in the hall with ease and grace. Her words not only praised Baili Duyue, but also implicitly criticized Duan Yang for being heartless and unworthy of a human being. Most importantly, she also asked for a favor, which was truly wonderful.
A burst of low laughter could be heard from all around, but this time the laughter was not directed at Sang Feiwan, but at Duan Yang who was lying on the ground, completely disgraced.
They say a barking dog never bites. Duan Yang looks simple and honest, but I didn't expect that he is actually a man with evil intentions. He is really stupid and evil.
Baili Duyue heard Sang Feiwan's sophistry and said in an ambiguous tone, "According to what you said, this city lord can't kill him?"
Sang Feiwan lowered his head and smiled without saying anything. He knew that Baili Duyue had taken his words to heart. Skinning a person is not an easy job. It requires the world's top skilled craftsmen to remove bones and meat without breaking or injuring them. Duan Yang, a mere man, would not go to such great lengths. Why would he use a butcher knife to kill a chicken
Besides, Duan Yang is the protagonist of the original book after all. With the protagonist’s halo, it shouldn’t be so easy for him to die, right
Baili Duyue really didn't kill Duan Yang. He turned back to his seat, not even giving him a glance, as if the other party was just the most insignificant dust, and said lightly: "Then there is no need to kill him. Come, drag him away and beat him with eighty sticks, and expel him from the royal city."
Eighty sticks, for a mortal without spiritual energy to protect his body, would definitely break his bones and tendons. It can be seen that it is not easy to save one's life from Baili Duyue's hands. However, Duan Yang is "gifted" and strong, so I think it's not a big deal
Sang Feiwan saw Duan Yang being dragged out by the guards in the palace, and suddenly he was curious whether the heaven in this world could protect the protagonist. If Duan Yang was really dead, that would be great, but if Duan Yang was not dead, did that mean that the protagonist's halo would automatically help him avoid all dangers
He couldn't help but fall into deep thought when he thought of this. However, before he could come up with a clue, his arm was suddenly twisted by someone, and then the butler's scolding sounded in his ears: "What are you doing standing there like an idiot? Didn't you hear the city lord ordering us to retreat?"
Sang Feiwan came back to his senses after hearing this, and bowed and left with everyone else. Before leaving, he heard Baili Duyue tell the housekeeper, "Heal his wounds. If this skin is soiled, I will peel off your skin to paint."
Sang Feiwan knew that Baili Duyue was just saying it casually. He didn't even like Duan Yang's appearance, let alone the old butler with wrinkled face. But the latter believed it and immediately knelt down in fear and said, "I obey your command, I obey your command."
Duan Yang was dragged to the outer courtyard by the guards for execution. The sticks hit him hard again and again, and it hurt just to hear it. He was silenced by Baili Duyue, and the time limit had not yet expired, so he couldn't even shout. His face turned from pale to red, and then from red to purple. In the end, he was breathing out more than breathing in.
Sang Feiwan had just been taken to the pharmacy by the housekeeper to treat his injuries. He took advantage of the other party's inattention and deliberately hid a few bottles of pills in his sleeves. Due to the dim light, the housekeeper did not notice.
"This is a Huoluo Pill that can reduce swelling and blood stasis. Take one pill and you'll be fine in less than half a cup of tea. This is a magical pill. If ordinary cultivators get one more, they'll benefit endlessly. You're lucky."
The housekeeper handed a white pill to Sang Feiwan, and then warned him meaningfully: "From now on, you will be in charge of cleaning the study. Keep your mouth shut and your eyes shut. If you dare to gossip in front of the city lord, I will punish you!"
Sang Feiwan was neither angry nor annoyed. Hearing this, he smiled slightly and reached out to take the pill: "Thank you, butler. Feiwan will behave properly in the future and never say nonsense."
He was sure that the housekeeper would not dare to harm him, so he took the pill and left the pharmacy. When he returned to the backyard, he saw servants sweeping the blood on the ground. He knew it was Duan Yang's, but he still deliberately asked, "Where did this blood come from?"
Sang Feiwan won the favor of the city lord in front of the palace today, and the news has spread among the people below. Some are envious, some are jealous, but no one dares to show it openly. Seeing Sang Feiwan asking questions, the servant immediately answered attentively: "It is Duan Yang's blood. The housekeeper just ordered us to throw his bag out of the house and clean it up to avoid dirtying the floor of the city lord's mansion."
Sang Feiwan: "Where are the others?"
The servant said, "He was thrown out by the guards. Why are you asking this?"
Sang Feiwan smiled and said, "Oh, nothing. The housekeeper just gave me some pills. I saw that Duan Yang was seriously injured, so I wanted to send some to him."
The servant immediately showed sympathy: "He hurt you like that, why do you care about him? In my opinion, just let him fend for himself."
Sang Feiwan: "Everyone makes mistakes. He will probably change for the better in the future."
He turned and left the courtyard, apparently to look for Duan Yang. The huge City Lord's Mansion was like a royal palace, with countless towers and pavilions. Sang Feiwan wandered around for a long time, and finally found Duan Yang on the long street outside the corner gate.
The night was rolling, and the other person was lying on the cold bluestone street, barely breathing. His back and waist were bloody and fleshy, and it seemed that he had been beaten hard. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died long ago, but Duan Yang could still crawl a few steps on the ground with difficulty. It seemed that the protagonist was indeed lucky enough to survive.
Sang Feiwan lifted the hem of his robe and sat down on the steps at the door without haste. He watched Duan Yang struggling in pain and suddenly smiled. His voice was low and ghostly and unclear in the night: "It is said that those who survive a great disaster will have good fortune in the future. Duan Yang, it seems that you are indeed a blessed person."
Well, sexual happiness.
Duan Yang was originally crawling on the ground with difficulty, wanting to find a clinic to treat his injuries, otherwise he would be crippled if not dead, but he didn't expect to hear Sang Feiwan's voice. He turned back in horror, only to see the other person sitting on the stone steps at the door, looking at him leisurely, without a speck of dust on his face, which was very different from his miserable appearance.
Duan Yang was so angry that he wanted to tear him apart. His eyes couldn't help but show resentment for a moment, and were filled with a cold and sinister light.
Unexpectedly, Sang Feiwan saw his eyes, suddenly stood up slowly and walked to him, then leaned over and squatted, put her index finger on her lips, and whispered: "Shh, don't look at me like that..."
Sang Feiwan looked distressed, as if he was a little undecided, but his right hand slowly pulled out a small knife flashing with cold light from his sleeve: "I actually want to kill you very much. After all, we have to uproot the grass. Leaving behind troubles is too troublesome."
Duan Yang's face suddenly turned pale when he heard this. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't utter a single word because of the silencing spell. He was so anxious that he broke out in a sweat.
Seeing his frightened expression, Sang Feiwan couldn't help but smile and said softly, "What are you afraid of? If I wanted to kill someone, I wouldn't have pleaded for you in front of the palace just now, right?"
He only likes to play with people's hearts, not human lives. After all, he has been a modern man for more than 20 years, and in a sense, he is also a law-abiding citizen. If he really wants to kill a life, Sang Feiwan still can't bring himself to do it.
so…
"Don't look at me with such hatred. I just want to eradicate the roots. Do you understand?"
Sang Feiwan put the knife away and took out a small porcelain-white medicine bottle from his sleeve. There was a red label on it with the words "Qingxin Pill" written on it. "This is Qingxin Pill, which is used to remove distracting thoughts and evil fire. Take one pill and you will feel clear-minded and have clear eyesight. Although it is not as effective as Huoluo Pill in healing injuries, it is also a magic pill."
Sang Feiwan poured out more than twenty black pills from the medicine bottle and force-fed them into Duan Yang's mouth one by one: "Look how good I am to you. If you take this medicine, you will be able to save your life no matter what."
However, there was one thing Sang Feiwan didn't say. Taking one Qingxin Pill could clear the mind and brighten the eyes, but taking too much could easily cause impotence and make people lose all desire. It was tailor-made for the male protagonist of erotic novels like Duan Yang.
Duan Yang was reluctant to eat it, fearing it was poison, but he had no choice but to swallow it as Sang Feiwan held a knife to his neck. Sang Feiwan also took some non-lethal poison from the medicine store and fed it to him. In the end, he himself didn't know how many pills he had fed him, and he left it to fate whether he lived or died.
“Dang—”
Sang Feiwan threw away the last white porcelain bottle, clapped his hands and stood up. He looked down at Duan Yang, his eyes smiling and his lips curved, but his eyes were filled with cold compassion: "Be smarter next time before you come out to hurt others, understand?"
Duan Yang just wanted to vomit. He felt dizzy and saw stars. He was almost foaming at the mouth.
Sang Feiwan did not linger for long after seeing this, and returned to the City Lord's Mansion and closed the corner door. However, he did not notice that a carriage had passed by the back street at some point, taking away Duan Yang, whose life or death was unknown on the ground.
Sang Feiwan took the Huoluo Pill, and the pain on his body was gone. But he didn't know if it was because of the spiritual energy, but he suddenly felt something in his body that had been sealed for a long time had a crack, and he felt a little bit unable to suppress it.
He frowned and touched his chest, feeling something strange, but he couldn't find the reason. After all, "Greedy Pleasure" is a pornographic novel, most of the words fall on the pleasure of bed, but there is not much elaboration on the cultivation. Finally, he shook his head and went back to the room to rest.
On the other side, the main hall was brightly lit. Baili Duyue dismissed his attendants and stood in front of a painting on the wall for a long time. He stared at the poem on it for a moment, and his jade-like fingertips slowly brushed over the sentence "I wish to save the countless people and keep the sun and moon lights shining forever." Finally, he slowly lowered his eyelids and chuckled: "Interesting..."
He had already showered and changed his clothes. His three thousand strands of frosty white hair fell on his shoulders and reached his waist, like a handful of fresh snow on the Tianshan Mountains. He was wearing a scarlet nightgown, which was loose and exposed a large area of his chest. The contrast between red and white was glaring and strong.
Just at this moment, an evening breeze blew into the hall, the scroll moved slightly, and the snow-covered red plum blossom on it became more eye-catching.