Sang Feiwan liked to see Baili Duyue's confused look. He tilted his head and planted kisses on her neck, then moved up and kissed Baili Duyue's red lips again, teasing her with the tip of his tongue without haste, his voice unclear: "If the city lord doesn't speak, Feiwan will take it as the city lord's agreement..."
It was the first time they kissed soberly.
Baili Duyue couldn't help but tighten his grip on Sang Feiwan's shoulders upon hearing this, his eyes blank, wondering what he should say. He had never told Sang Feiwan that she could be so presumptuous: "You..."
"Sh ...
Sang Feiwan suddenly pressed his fingertips on Baili Duyue's shimmering lips. He frowned slightly and showed his usual innocent look: "Does the city lord dislike Feiwan, so he keeps making excuses?"
Baili Duyue suspected that Sang Feiwan was pretending to be pitiful again, but the latter's acting was so good that people couldn't tell whether he was really sad or pretending to be sad. He looked at her with doubts, but the strength of his fingertips could not help but loosen a little. With red ears, he turned his head and said, "Don't ask such nonsense."
Sang Feiwan made up a story out of nothing. He picked up a strand of white hair from Baili Duyue's shoulder and twisted it between his fingertips from time to time. "But there are rumors outside that Feiwan is already the city lord's man. Someone even asked about it yesterday. I don't know how to answer, so I came to ask the city lord. How can this be considered nonsense?"
When Baili Duyue heard that someone was making up a story about Sang Feiwan, he frowned and said coldly, "It's just rumors, so why bother with them? If anyone dares to ask about it in the future, I will skin him alive!"
He avoided the question and refused to answer Sang Feiwan's question directly.
Sang Feiwan raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this, knowing that a strong medicine was still missing. He smiled, let go of Baili Duyue, straightened his clothes and stood up and said, "Since the city lord said so, Feiwan understands it. In the future, I will definitely behave myself and never overstep the line."
Sang Feiwan's soft words during flirting were irresistible, but she suddenly withdrew and left in a flash. The kiss marks on Baili Duyue's neck were still there, but he had already stepped aside cleanly, rolled up his sleeves and began to grind ink seriously, as if he really intended to be a slave who "never overstepped the line".
Baili Duyue was stunned for a moment when he saw this, but when he reacted, he felt a strange sense of emptiness and confusion. He saw Sang Feiwan standing by the table, grinding ink seriously, pausing, and finally picking up the pen to read the chapter again, but his mind was still distracted.
“Crash—”
Baili Duyue didn't know if it was intentional or not, but he frowned and flipped the papers loudly. But Sang Feiwan was calm and composed, not even raising his eyelids.
Baili Duyue said in a cold tone: "The ink has faded."
Sang Feiwan smiled and then ground the ink into a thicker consistency.
Baili Duyue felt uncomfortable and wanted to find fault. After a while, he frowned and changed his words: "The ink is thick."
Sang Feiwan raised his eyes: "But the city lord hasn't tried it yet."
Baili Duyue couldn't concentrate on reading the memorial, so he threw away the pen in his hand upon hearing this. He looked at Sang Feiwan unkindly, pursed his lips, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry: "Are you disobeying this city lord?"
The redness and swelling on his lips had not yet subsided, and his complexion was as clear as cold jade, which inevitably made him look bright red. He seemed more angry than angry, and had no deterrent power at all.
Sang Feiwan slowly stopped what he was doing, not afraid of him at all, and wiped the ink marks on his fingertips with a handkerchief, and said slowly: "Feiwan dare not, but this ink is very difficult to grind, Feiwan is afraid of making the city lord unhappy, so why not change someone else."
Without waiting for Baili Duyue to speak, he turned around and left the hall, whispering a few words to the maid on duty at the door:
"The city lord wants someone to grind ink. I'd like to trouble you to come over and serve."
The maids didn't dare to serve Baili Ji Duyue, for fear of offending him and being skinned alive. Today, Sang Feiwan finally served them, and they had a rare day off. They couldn't help but feel a little puzzled when they heard this: "Aren't you in front of the city lord? Why didn't the city lord let you grind ink?"
Sang Feiwan sighed: "The city lord thinks I'm clumsy, so let my sister go."
The maids looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering why the city lord's temper was still so strange. Sang Feiwan's appearance and temper were both top-notch, so how could he not serve the city lord well
However, they did not dare to disobey, so they could only choose one person to go in fearfully. Sang Feiwan used the excuse that she had something to do and had to go to the bedroom to make the bed and sweep the dust, and left the front hall directly and went to the back hall where Baili Duyue usually rested.
After an incense stick of time, Sang Feiwan appeared accurately in front of the easel in the bedroom.
On top of the easel was a thousand-year-old purple gold wood carving box, which looked simple and heavy, and it was unknown what was inside. The housekeeper had repeatedly warned Sang Feiwan not to touch it no matter what.
but…
Although Sang Feiwan lives in the world of pornographic novels, he also possesses the spirit of an adventure novel hero. The box might contain some secrets related to the degree of Baili Duyue's evilness. To be honest, he has coveted this box for a long time.
open,
Still not opening
Sang Feiwan stood there and thought for a moment, still a little undecided. Baili Duyue was angry and would definitely not come to him at this time. If he wanted to open the box, now was the best time.
But according to the laws of novels, without the halo of the protagonist, peeking or stealing seems to be sure to be discovered, and curiosity kills the cat.
Besides, this was a fantasy world, if the things in the box were really that important, there must be some forbidden spell. Sang Feiwan could not open it with his sometimes-effective magic.
So who is better to find
Sang Feiwan stroked his chin, remembering something, and suddenly called out tentatively: "System?"
A shining diamond flew out of nowhere and spun around magnificently: What are you doing
Sang Feiwan pointed at the box, raised the corner of his lips slightly, and secretly encouraged: "I heard there are treasures in it, don't you want to open it and take a look?"
The system keenly sensed that something was wrong when it heard this. It hesitated and looked at the box above the easel, wondering what treasure could be in it: why don’t you open it yourself
Sang Feiwan said calmly: "I can't reach it."
The easel was three meters high and he really couldn't reach it.
system:…
Although the system is not a human, it also knows propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame. Upon hearing this, it snorted angrily: You cannot touch other people's things without permission.
Sang Feiwan raised an eyebrow: "How can this be considered someone else's thing? I wrote the book, so of course the things in the book are mine too."
The system still thinks this is not a good idea: I won’t go
Sang Feiwan didn't seem to care: "A gentleman doesn't force others to do things that are difficult for them. If you don't want to, I won't force you, but..."
The system subconsciously asked: But what
Sang Feiwan hissed, "But I can't guarantee whether the degree of darkness can be reduced."
system:…
Sang Feiwan had grasped the weak spot of the system. In the interstellar space station, every little diamond regarded completing the mission as their life mission. If they could not clear the black degree, it meant that they could not complete the mission. If they could not complete the mission, it meant that they were a failed little diamond, which was more painful than killing them.
The system was so angry that it turned into a blood diamond and trembled all over. Finally, it snorted coldly and compromised with Sang Feiwan, the fox, and flew above the easel with a whoosh.
Which box?!
remember
Sang Feiwan took two steps back, raised his chin slightly, and indicated, "The purple carved wooden box."
The system carefully examined the wooden box and found a small black lock on it. It frowned and realized that something was not going on. It used its mental power to condense a transparent tentacle in the air and then tentatively reached into the keyhole.
Guji Guji
Click, click
The system was trying to be a locksmith, while Sang Feiwan looked outside the door from time to time, keeping watch. It was supposed to be the guard shift change at this time, and no one should come in. However, before half a cup of tea, a scarlet figure suddenly appeared in the corridor outside and was walking towards this side. Sang Feiwan was so scared that he immediately closed the door of the palace.
Sang Feiwan turned back to look at the system: "Did you open it?"
The system was so annoyed that it kept scratching its head, and then dropped a pile of sparkling diamond fragments: There is a forbidden spell in the keyhole of this box, and I can't open it.
Sang Feiwan thought to himself, why didn’t you tell me earlier if you can’t open it? “Forget it if you can’t open it. Baili Duyue will be back soon. You should leave quickly.”
This sentence inexplicably has a kind of meaning that one is having an affair and is afraid of being caught: My wife will be back soon, you better run away!
The system became inexplicably nervous upon hearing this, and quickly disappeared into the air with a whoosh, blowing away the sparkling diamond fragments on the ground to prevent Baili Duyue from discovering the "evidence of infidelity".
“Squeak—”
The heavy door of the palace was suddenly pushed open slowly, revealing a man in red standing outside. Baili Duyue had just stepped into the bedroom when he saw Sang Feiwan arranging the rice paper, brushes and ink on the desk, squinting his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
"boom-"
Baili Duyue waved his sleeves and closed the door, and the light in the inner room suddenly dimmed. Sang Feiwan heard the noise and paused, thinking that Baili Duyue might want to lock him up in a small dark room.
However, just as he had this thought, he suddenly felt a slight itch on his cheek, as if someone was teasing him with fingertips. He subconsciously raised his eyes, but was caught off guard by a pair of enchanting and gorgeous eyes, deep inside of which surged a dark and unclear chill and a faint smile: "Sang Feiwan..."
The evil personality actually came out.
But Baili Duyue seemed a little unhappy: "It's rare for this city lord to come here, and you're hiding here cleaning the table, making it difficult for this city lord to find you."
Sang Feiwan quietly stared at Baili Duyue's scarlet eyes, but this time he did not see any murderous intent towards him, and breathed a sigh of relief. He held Baili Duyue's hand that was messing with his cheek, and gently rubbed it with his fingertips for a moment, and said meaningfully: "If the city lord comes next time, he should let us know in advance, and Feiwan will naturally stay with him and not go anywhere."
Baili Duyue: "Really?"
He seemed somewhat happy because his darkness level suddenly dropped by 3.
Sang Feiwan: "Of course it's true."
Baili Duyue's lips curved up when he heard this, and he looked quite pleased. He hooked his fingertips and pulled Sang Feiwan in front of him, slowly drew a circle on his chest, and said in a seductive tone: "Sang Feiwan, how about I make you into a puppet, leaving a trace of your soul. This way, you can not only escape from the mortal body, birth, aging, sickness and death, but also stay by my side day and night."
Sang Feiwan knew that this evil personality had no normal thoughts and wanted to turn himself into a puppet every day. He pushed him against the desk and asked, "Even if Feiwan doesn't become a puppet, he can still accompany the city lord. Why does he have to become a puppet?"
Baili Duyue sat directly on the edge of the table, with her hands lazily resting behind her. She swung her legs from time to time, and the hem of her scarlet robe fell silently in the air, beautiful and charming: "You don't understand, puppets are honest and obedient, they don't have as many messy thoughts as living people."
Sang Feiwan smiled and said, "The Puppet Record is like a stone or a plant, lifeless and dull, so naturally there won't be any messy thoughts."
Baili Duyue's eyes darkened for a moment when he heard this, and he suddenly leaned closer to Sang Feiwan. His fingertips moved in his sleeves, as if he wanted to grab the other's throat, but for some reason he changed his mind and fell on his shoulder instead, saying with a cold breath: "But mortals are born, grow old, get sick and die, and their lifespan is limited."
Sang Feiwan said: "Then I don't want to be a stone either."
Baili Duyue should have been angry when he heard this, but for some reason, he suddenly laughed out loud. He laughed so hard that he almost slipped off the table, and was finally held in Sang Feiwan's arms.
Hug it full.
This feeling is much better than the feeling of emptiness and nothingness.
"You are so interesting." Baili Duyue lay on Sang Feiwan's shoulder, slowly wrapped his hands around his neck, and smiled seriously, "Sang Feiwan, this city lord suddenly doesn't want to kill you anymore."
Sang Feiwan seemed a little surprised when he heard this. He looked at Baili Duyue in surprise, as if he had suffered a blow. He staggered back two steps, his eyes full of disbelief: "So... So the city lord had always wanted to kill Feiwan?"
Baili Duyue's evil personality had never seen Sang Feiwan act like a green tea before, and he couldn't help but pause: "..."
It's so strange, why did Sang Feiwan suddenly become so pretentious
Sang Feiwan's acting addiction was overwhelmed. He looked at Baili Duyue with a pale face, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "But Feiwan just wants to stay with the city lord. Is there anything wrong with that..."
Baili Duyue: “…”
He always felt as if he had done something that angered the heavens and the people, but it seemed that he hadn't done anything? After all, he hadn't had time to kill Sang Feiwan yet.
Sang Feiwan: "Did Feiwan do something wrong? That's why the city lord wants to kill me?"
Baili Duyue: “…”
It doesn't seem like I did anything wrong.
Sang Feiwan: "Why can't the city lord give Feiwan a chance to stay by his side, even if it's just to watch from afar..."
Baili Duyue: “…”
Sang Feiwan slowly held up Baili Duyue's face with her slender fingertips. Her face was flawless, her eyes were deep and affectionate, and her tone was gentle, like a lover whispering: "But Feiwan really, really wants to stay by the city lord's side..."
Baili Duyue: “…”
Baili Duyue felt strange for some reason, his ears were itchy and even a little stiff. He moved his fingertips slightly, but before he could do anything, Sang Feiwan suddenly let go of his hand and turned his back to him, as if he was deeply hurt by what he said just now: "Well, if the city lord wants to kill me, then kill me. After all, Feiwan's life is worthless, and death is not a pity."
Baili Duyue: “…”
Hiss, I suddenly feel so irritated, what should I do.
Baili Duyue barely managed to be patient and hooked his fingertips at Sang Feiwan: "Turn around."
Sang Feiwan had long wanted to correct this personality. Upon hearing this, he not only did not turn around, but instead picked up the painting album on the easel and flipped through it nonchalantly: "If the city lord wants to kill me, then kill me. Why bother about whether I turn around or not? I'm going to die anyway."
Baili Duyue frowned in annoyance: "When did this city lord ever say he would kill you?"
Sang Feiwan: “Just now.”
Ten seconds ago.
Baili Duyue was a little embarrassed: "This city lord clearly said that he doesn't want to kill you now."
Sang Feiwan stared at the box above without leaving any trace and replied, "If you don't want to kill him now, it means you wanted to kill him before. The city lord doesn't have to hide it."
Baili Duyue was even more annoyed. He even wanted to kill Sang Feiwan right now so that the uncomfortable feeling in his heart would disappear. However, the spiritual energy on his fingertips gathered and dispersed, dispersed and gathered again, but he just couldn't do it.
Just like he said,
He remembered that it was too late to kill Sang Fei.
So these hands could no longer be stained with blood, and could no longer hold a sword. As long as that blood belonged to Sang Feiwan, as long as the sword pointed to Sang Feiwan...
These two personalities influence each other, and their love and hate come from the same source.
Baili Duyue swallowed his breath reluctantly: "Then what do you want?"
Sang Feiwan actually wanted to see the box, but he knew Baili Duyue would not agree, so he could only sigh and say, "It's okay for Feiwan, but I'm just following the orders of the city lord. Anyway, no one cares about my life."
"… "
Baili Duyue didn't say anything, thinking to himself, "It's really annoying. Love is really a troublesome thing." He sat on the edge of the table, staring at Sang Feiwan's back expressionlessly. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly raised his hand slowly in the air, and then gently poked Sang Feiwan with his pale fingertips.
"… "
Sang Feiwan didn't respond.
Baili Duyue had no choice but to poke again: "..."
Sang Feiwan turned back subconsciously, only to see Baili Duyue suddenly approaching slowly, with his chin slightly raised, and the tip of his slightly red ear in front of him, pointing awkwardly with his finger: "This city lord lets you kiss me."
Sang Feiwan always likes to kiss his ears.
Let him kiss me, I can't be angry anymore...