Feng Tingliu marched forward without looking back and returned to his residence.
Yu Chi Feng closely followed behind him. Before he could speak, he sensed the low pressure around Feng Tingliu, which was quite terrifying.
As soon as they arrived at the residence, a servant came forward, awaiting orders.
"Tell the eastern kitchen to cook some sweet soup and bring it up." Yu Chi Feng hurriedly followed Feng Tingliu inside while giving the order.
"Yes."
Feng Tingliu ignored the servant and walked in by himself, entering the room.
He casually threw the veil hat onto a shelf nearby, lifted the hem of his clothes, and sat on the redwood armrest of the main seat, crossing his legs casually and leaning back.
Yu Chi Feng quickly followed him in.
"Is the young master angry about the framing of the Evil Cult?" Yu Chi Feng stepped forward, rubbed his hands to warm them, and placed them on Feng Tingliu's shoulders, gently massaging.
Feng Tingliu frowned slightly for a moment, turned to look at Yu Chi Feng's worried face, and there was an indescribable mocking meaning in his crimson eyes.
He then snorted coldly, changed his position, leaned against the back of the chair, and closed his eyes.
"It's just that I find them noisy."
Yu Chi Feng didn't understand the meaning in Feng Tingliu's eyes, but he also knew that he really didn't like noise, so he didn't think much about it.
"The young master didn't eat much earlier. How about I ask someone to find Xia Yi and ask him to bring some food back?"
"No need. Just ask the eastern kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles casually." Feng Tingliu waved his hand and added, "Xia Yi is playful and probably won't be willing to come back for a while."
Yu Chi Feng responded and quickly gave the orders, then hurried back to the room to massage Feng Tingliu.
"Now that we've entered Beiji City, does the young master feel a headache?" Yu Chi Feng asked worriedly.
"Um." Feng Tingliu grunted, and his eyebrows furrowed again. "Although the pain is very slight, I can still feel that the Gu worm is moving."
"Then I'll massage the top of your head for you."
Upon hearing this, Yu Chi Feng immediately became worried. He moved his hand to Feng Tingliu's head, but suddenly his wrist was grabbed and pulled forward.
Yu Chi Feng didn't have time to react and leaned forward. His other hand subconsciously grabbed the handle to stabilize his body. But as a result, it seemed that he had locked Feng Tingliu in the chair with his arms.
"Young master..."
Yu Chi Feng immediately panicked and tried to stand up, but he was grabbed by the collar by Feng Tingliu. As a result, not only was he unable to stand up, but the distance between the two was instead shortened.
The hot breaths intertwined, and the temperature in the room rose.
Yu Chi Feng looked into those crimson eyes and was immediately swallowed by the fiery emotions, feeling as if his whole body was burning.
"You know what to do."
Feng Tingliu's voice was low. The hand that was holding his collar gradually loosened its strength. He leaned back on the chair and watched Yu Chi Feng's actions comfortably.
His headache was actually not serious, not to the point where he needed something else to relieve it. But now, he strangely just wanted to experience that burning feeling.
That feeling was addictive. Once he had experienced the fire, he couldn't escape again.
Yu Chi Feng's Adam's apple moved. He leaned down, entangling his breath with Feng Tingliu's. Just a little closer, and the two could taste the flavor between them.
The lips were almost touching...
"Knock, knock, knock."
The regular knocking on the door broke the ambiguous atmosphere in the room. Yu Chi Feng suddenly paused and pulled away from Feng Tingliu a bit.
It was the food cooked by the eastern kitchen being delivered to the door.
Yu Chi Feng's forehead was faintly covered with a thin layer of sweat, seemingly due to restraint. He turned to look in Feng Tingliu's direction, and the desire in his eyes had not yet faded.
Feng Tingliu's gaze did not shift. He still stared closely at Yu Chi Feng's eyes, but frowned slightly and clicked his tongue.
"Leave it outside." Feng Tingliu said to the person outside the room, and his voice was somewhat hoarse.
"Yes."
There was a sound of collision outside the room, followed by the footsteps gradually fading away.
The room returned to silence once again, but the broken atmosphere had dissipated.
"I'll go and bring the things in." Yu Chi Feng stood up, his earlobes still slightly red, and said.
"Not for now."
Feng Tingliu lifted his foot and hooked Yu Chi Feng's thigh, stopping his movement. When he was surprised, the other foot kicked his calf.
"Young master..."
Yu Chi Feng was naturally familiar with such an order. He turned back and knelt on one knee in front of Feng Tingliu.
Feng Tingliu changed his position to support his face with his hand, stretched out his finger and crooked it, and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, "Come here."
The way of calling a dog was naturally effective on Yu Chi Feng.
He moved closer to Feng Tingliu, smelling the cold fragrance on the black hem.
It made him sink into it.
Just then, Feng Tingliu grabbed his ponytail and pressed him towards himself.
"You should know what you should do." Feng Tingliu's voice was still cold, but it was not difficult to hear a hint of urgency beneath it.
Yu Chi Feng swallowed and glanced up at Feng Tingliu's face. He saw a light blush on his face and felt very satisfied in his heart.
He nodded and lowered his head...
-
Feng Tingliu's hand that was holding the ponytail tightened slightly, but still couldn't stop the ponytail from swaying back and forth.
The ambiguous atmosphere in the room gradually faded with Yu Chi Feng's swallowing.
Feng Tingliu nestled in the chair, closed his eyes to calm his breathing, and dissipated the thin blush on his face.
Yu Chi Feng stood up, stared at Feng Tingliu's face, and couldn't move his gaze.
He rarely saw Feng Tingliu's face blushing. Only at this moment could he catch a glimpse of this beauty.
That originally cold face was tinted with a thin blush, giving a sense of guilt as if a celestial immortal had been pulled into the mortal world.
Yu Chi Feng reflected on his disrespectful behavior for a moment, then bent down, picked up Feng Tingliu in his arms, and walked towards the bed.
"...You're taking advantage."
Feng Tingliu opened his eyes a little, glanced at the complacent Yu Chi Feng.
He naturally didn't want to stay in someone's arms, but no matter how strong his martial arts were, at this moment, he was weak and powerless.
"It wasacquiescence by the young master." Yu Chi Feng smiled and said.
Yu Chi Feng carried the person to the bed, simply cleaned up, hurriedly rinsed his mouth, and then left the room.
The noodles left at the door had already become a lump, and the sweet soup had cooled down.
Yu Chi Feng sighed at the waste of food and carried the things to the kitchen.
The eastern kitchen cooked a new bowl of hot soup noodles and reheated the sweet soup before having someone deliver it to Feng Tingliu's room.
Feng Tingliu had rested properly and got out of bed lazily with his clothes open. He simply ate a few mouthfuls.
Even a simple bowl of hot soup noodles tasted much better than the meal in the teahouse earlier.
After eating and drinking his fill, drowsiness welled up.
Feng Tingliu wanted to take a nap in bed, but his sleepiness was interrupted by a servant who suddenly barged in.
"Something's wrong, young master! Xia Yi got into an argument with someone!"
After hearing this, Feng Tingliu tapped the table a few times. The sound was not loud, but it was particularly deafening to Yu Chi Feng and the servant.
Just when the two thought that Feng Tingliu was going to be furious, he suddenly stood up, picked up the veil hat and the Fengliu Sword, and walked out.
"Let's go and take a look."
"Yes."
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The two came to the street from earlier. According to the servant's description, Xia Yi had an argument with a man in front of an inn.
The location of the inn was easy to find. After all, the wooden door had been smashed into pieces, and many onlookers had gathered.
Feng Tingliu ignored the crowd and walked straight in. At a glance, he saw the sulky Xia Yi sitting in the lobby on the first floor.
The messy broken tables and chairs on the ground were enough to show what kind of fierce fight had just occurred.
A broad heavy sword was stuck straight into the ground, cracking the exquisite marble floor.
No guests dared to stay in the inn, and the innkeeper had a bitter smile on his face behind the counter.
Outside the counter stood a man in white, who was taking out enough gold to buy this inn from his money bag and placing it in front of the owner.
The man's white clothing seemed to be a Taoist robe, and the tall Taoist crown on his head, the long sword on his back, and the horsetail whisk in his arm were enough to indicate his identity.
He had gray hair at his temples but was young and handsome.
He had a cold and stern face like ice and snow, which made him look more like an immortal.
Yu Chi Feng was somewhat surprised. He was very familiar with the Taoist robe on this Taoist priest. After thinking about it carefully, wasn't this the same set that Xia Yi usually wore?
But even though Xia Yi wore a Taoist robe and a Taoist crown, he didn't look like a Taoist at all. In contrast, the Taoist priest in front of him was different.
The Taoist priest noticed the commotion at the door, turned around, saw Feng Tingliu, paused for a moment, and walked towards the two.
"Thank you for taking care of Xia Yi." He politely bowed to Feng Tingliu.
"Who wants your thanks! Shut up! Shut up!"
Xia Yi suddenly shouted, interrupting the Taoist priest's words. The iceberg-like face of the Taoist priest immediately showed a hint of helplessness and indulgence.
Yu Chi Feng was full of doubts and didn't know how to ask. Then he heard Feng Tingliu introduce, "This person is Elder Bai Yichen of the Huashan Sect."
Bai Yichen bowed to Yu Chi Feng.
Yu Chi Feng had never received such a solemn courtesy. He hurriedly bowed in return and introduced himself, "I am Yu Chi Feng, the guard by the young master's side."
Bai Yichen stood up, glanced around Yu Chi Feng and Feng Tingliu. Although his face was still cold, he nodded knowingly.
"I am Xia Yi's senior brother..."
"Who's your senior brother! I don't have a senior brother! Don't talk nonsense!"
Before Bai Yichen could finish a complete sentence, he was interrupted by Xia Yi. Surprisingly, Bai Yichen wasn't angry at all. He sighed and continued,
"I came to Beiji City to handle sect affairs. I happened to meet Xia Yi and asked him if he was willing to return to the sect with me... But I didn't expect Xia Yi to have such a big reaction. I will pay for the damages of the inn. This was my abruptness."
Bai Yichen's every move was extremely cultivated, making Yu Chi Feng sigh that he was indeed a disciple of a major sect. No wonder he could reach the position of elder at such a young age.
"If he doesn't want to go back, he'll stay with me." Feng Tingliu walked around Bai Yichen and went to Xia Yi's side.
Xia Yi immediately felt a terrifying gaze and trembled all over. Where was the little hedgehog from earlier?
"Brother Feng! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have caused trouble!"
Feng Tingliu snorted coldly, pulled the heavy sword out of the ground, and threw it to Xia Yi.
Xia Yi quickly caught it and wrapped it with a cloth to hide its sharpness. He put the sword on his back and obediently stood behind Feng Tingliu.
Bai Yichen looked at how obedient and fearful Xia Yi was towards Feng Tingliu. His fingers tightened into a fist under the wide Taoist robe, and a bitter taste filled his mouth. He shifted his gaze.
"By contrast, I'm more curious about why Priest Bai is here." Feng Tingliu turned around and asked again.
Bai Yichen's hand loosened, and he put away his helplessness. His voice was still steady:
"It concerns the Son of Heaven. This place is not suitable for conversation. Let's change to another place."