"Kill! Leave no one alive!"
"Kill!"
People in blackNightgown Influx the residence of the prefectural governor.
Among these people, some have strange demonic patterns on their faces without any attempt to hide them, while others reveal the hidden demonic patterns on their arms only when they swing their blades.
The eerie demonic patterns, the acts of burning, killing, looting, and plundering - no matter how one looks at it, it seems to be a murderous carnival of the demonic cult.
However, in the midst of thiscarnival, they seem to be searching for something, not aimlessly.
Inside the east side ear room of the main house of the residence, Inspector Wang Yan pushes aside the stacked wooden shelves, only to be greeted by a cloud of dust. Unable to hold back, he covers his face with his sleeve and coughs a few times.
But as the dust settles, he is overjoyed.
Among the stack ofSundries, there is indeed a hidden door!
During his recent observations in the courtyard, he noticed that the ear room was also guarded by the prefectural governor. Moreover, every time the governor entered the residence, he would subconsciously look in the direction of the ear room. There must be something fishy going on.
Sure enough, the governor would keep the things that couldn't be seen by outsiders under his own supervision.
Just like a mouse stealing an oil lamp.
Wang Yan glances at the commotion behind him, grits his teeth, and not daring to waste any time, he forcefully kicks at the hidden door.
"Here's someone!"
Suddenly, a shout from the demonic cult rings out behind him. Wang Yan is startled and tries to hide himself, but it's too late.
The member of the demonic cult holds a machete and approaches step by step, aiming to take Wang Yan's head.
Just at the critical moment, a white figure drops from the roof, as if snow falling in the world of dust.
Bai Yichen points his long sword forward, repelling the incoming enemy. He turns to look at Wang Yan and says, "Hurry!"
Wang Yan nods upon hearing this and rushes into the hidden room.
Bai Yichen turns back and sees that the demonic cult member, not willing to give up, draws his knife and attacks. He takes a step forward, and the long sword glistens under the moonlight. With a swing of the sword, the intense internal energy collides with the blade, creating a deafening humming sound.
The demonic cult member stumbles backwardembarrassedly several steps and vomits blood.
At the same time, three more members of the demonic cult come to support. Seeing Bai Yichen's powerful attack, they hesitate.
Bai Yichen looks at them coldly and says, "Come together."
"Damn it! Where are the reinforcements?"
"I don't know! The people outside have been eliminated by the disciples of Huashan Sect!"
"I mean the people outside!"
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Outside the residence wall, the ground is stained with blood.
Feng Tingliu stands in front of the wall, looking at the dozens of members of the demonic cult emerging from the forest. The corners of his mouth curl up, and his pair of red eyes reveal a bloodthirsty smile.
He swings his long sword, causing blood and foam to fly, staining the soil at his feet.
"Just these few people? They're not enough for me to kill."
He takes a step forward, as if aAsura Demon is approaching, more terrifying than the demons.
"Why is Feng Tingliu here!"
"Nonsense, come and get your death."
The sword energy of the Fengliu Sword is terrifying, and the bloody blade directly threatens the approaching enemies.
The members of the demonic cult are unable to get close to him. With a sweep of his long legs, they are forced to retreat several steps. Then, with a slash of the sword at their throats, their lives disappear along with the gushing blood.
Blood splatters and lands on Feng Tingliu's cheek. At this moment, he seems to have lost hisMysophobianature and casually wipes away the red mark with his hand, flicking it aside.
However, this action only makes his pair of red eyes even more terrifying.
Yu Chi Feng is on the side, fighting against the enemies along with the others from the Feng residence. From time to time, he turns his head to look in Feng Tingliu's direction.
Seeing that Feng Tingliu seems to be overcome by the bloodshed and losing his mind, he frowns with worry.
But it is more important to resist the incoming enemies at the moment, and Yu Chi Feng dare not shift his gaze.
He sweeps his long sword across, and a more powerful sword strike slashes down, causing the enemies to let out painful cries.
While Yu Chi Feng is resisting the enemies, he retreats backward to a position where he can protect Feng Tingliu.
At the same time, several hidden arrows suddenly fly out from the forest, directly aiming at Feng Tingliu's back.
But Feng Tingliu doesn't move, his mouth slightly curved as if he had already expected it.
Yu Chi Feng reacts extremely quickly. He takes a step forward, uses his sword to deflect the hidden arrows, and protects Feng Tingliu from behind.
"Master, be careful. There are at least a dozen more people lurking."
"I know."
Feng Tingliu's ending tone rises, clearly in a good mood and even extremely excited by the battlefield before him.
With such an appearance, he is naturally overbearing and captivating.
But seeing this, Yu Chi Feng is even more worried and can't help but take the initiative to step forward and quickly defeat the incoming enemies.
Fighting side by side, there are no opponents. In the blink of an eye, the corpses are everywhere, without a sign of life.
Feng Tingliu kicks the corpse of a member of the demonic cult on the ground, causing it to turn over, revealing the hideous demonic pattern on his neck.
Feng Tingliu sneers and withdraws his gaze.
"Master, ten have escaped, and five have been captured alive." Someone comes forward to report.
"Okay, what's the situation inside the residence?" Feng Tingliu shakes the blood off his sword and sheathes it, looking with his still-hot eyes.
"The disciples of Huashan Sect have finished cleaning up. Inspector Wang has not been harmed, and the things they were looking for have been found."
"Good, lead the people to retreat. Don't let anyone see."
"Yes."
The others retreat into the night, leaving no trace and not leaving their names in the history of the struggle for the throne.
They are just passingPeople in the Jianghu, and even the martial arts world is unwilling to acknowledge them.
Yu Chi Feng watches them leave and then turns to look at Feng Tingliu, who is standing motionless in a pool of blood. He takes a step forward and uses a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his face.
"Has the master been injured?" Yu Chi Feng asks softly, "Let's go too. Someone will be here soon."
But Feng Tingliu doesn't answer. Under the moonlight, his red eyes shine unusually bright, as if there are excess emotions that have not been vented.
"Master?" Yu Chi Feng is puzzled and slightly bends down to meet his gaze.
"Let's go." Feng Tingliu suddenly speaks and walks forward on his own.
Yu Chi Feng hurriedly follows.
Both of them are covered in the smell of blood and cannot appear in public. They choose a secluded alley and make their way through it.
Feng Tingliu walks extremely fast, but Yu Chi Feng easily follows with large strides. Yu Chi Feng notices that something is off with him and dares not be negligent.
Suddenly, Feng Tingliu stops.
"Master?" Yu Chi Feng walks up to him.
"My boots are dirty." Feng Tingliu lowers his head and says softly, his bangs covering his eyes, making it impossible to read his expression for a moment.
Yu Chi Feng looks down and sees that the leather boots are indeed covered with a patch of blood.
Although being bathed in blood on the battlefield is inevitable, at this moment, this patch of red in Yu Chi Feng's eyes is particularly obstructive.
His master should be clean and spotless, even if it's only on the surface.
So he slowly kneels on one knee, lifts Feng Tingliu's boot, and places it on his thigh, using the handkerchief to wipe the blood on it.
"Master, it's clean." Yu Chi Feng throws the dirty handkerchief aside and looks up.
This glance meets those deep red eyes and a gaze that seems to be able to swallow him whole.
The excitement is not yet over.
Yu Chi Feng's Adam's apple moves as he puts the boot on the ground and stands up, eye to eye with Feng Tingliu.
"Master, can I kiss you?"
Yu Chi Feng asks in a low voice, with a hint of pleading but also a certain determination.
It seems that at this moment, Feng Tingliu needs a kiss.
Feng Tingliu leans against the wall, looks up at him, and the moonlight casts a thin veil over him, but it cannot hide the excitement in his eyes.
He smiles and raises an eyebrow, actually stepping on Yu Chi Feng's abdomen with his foot and lightly grinding the sole, saying:
"You haven't made any progress. I thought you had understood."
Yu Chi Feng is so tense that his whole body is stiff. He holds the ankle that can be easily grasped in one hand and gently protects the back of Feng Tingliu's head with the other. Without any further hesitation, he kisses the soft lips that he has been longing for.
Feng Tingliu closes his eyes, raises his hand to hook Yu Chi Feng's neck, andinitiative deepens the kiss.
The lips and teeth merge, relieving the remaining excitement.
Even though the nose is filled with the smell of blood, it is enough to make Yu Chi Feng tremble.
He explores deeper, not letting go. Amidst the teasing, Feng Tingliu's waist becomes soft, and a few indistinct moans escape from his mouth.
The hair is disheveled, the breaths blend, and the heat is intense.
A rare flush appears on Feng Tingliu's face, and he has difficulty breathing. He can't help but clench the collar of Yu Chi Feng under his palm, pulling the person slightly apart.
Only then does he get a moment to catch his breath, his lips slightly parted, trying to calm his disordered breathing.
The excitement in his eyes fades due to the kiss, but the corners of his eyes are filled with a new flush.
Yu Chi Feng stares at himobsessively for a while before reaching out his hand.
But Yu Chi Feng is afraid that the dirt on his hand will soil Feng Tingliu, so he uses the back of his hand to wipe the water mark from the corner of his mouth.
"Master, is this enough?"
Feng Tingliu glances at him, frees his leg from his palm, and steps on his chest with the other foot, forcing him to separate from himself a bit.
"Get up, it's time to go back."
Yu Chi Feng is immediately disappointed and looks at him pitifully.
Feng Tingliu can't help but laugh when he sees this big man behaving like this. "Go back and rest. I don't want to see a dog that's exhausted."
Yu Chi Feng's eyes light up, and he follows the person, sticking close to him as they walk.
"No, I wasn't tired before, and I can..."
"Shut up."
Feng Tingliu can't take it anymore and raises his hand to knock on his forehead with his knuckles, finally making him be quiet.
However, the smiles on their faces do not fade.
When they return to the residence, Xia Yi has already fallen asleep.
Xia Yi led another group of people toambush on the other side of the prefectural governor's residence. It seems that the battle on the other side ended earlier.
Feng Tingliu changes out of his dirty clothes and takes a comfortable bath with Yu Chi Feng's service. Only then is he completely satisfied and lies down on the bed.
Yu Chi Feng finishes his tasks but doesn't leave.
He remembers the incident when Feng Tingliu had a headache the last time he saw blood, and he is afraid that this time, Feng Tingliu will be even more stimulated. No matter what, he is unwilling to leave.
"It's not proper to sleep on the floor. You should go back." Feng Tingliu frowns and tries to chase him away.
"I'm worried about the master..."
"What's there to worry about?"
"But..."
Feng Tingliu wants to continue to refute him, but when he looks up, he sees that expression again.
Well, this person is convinced that he is soft-hearted.
A tough man acting spoiled, what a sight.
Feng Tingliu waves his hand, turns over, and decides to ignore him.
"Alright, you can sleep on that small couch over there. Don't bother me anymore."
Upon hearing this, Yu Chi Feng is immediately excited. He goes back to his room, brings a quilt, and lies down on the small couch.
The small couch is originally only for people to half-recline and rest. But with Yu Chi Feng's size lying on it, it appears a bit cramped.
But he doesn't mind and softly says, "Good night, master."
Feng Tingliu smiles and gives a light snort, closing his eyes and going to sleep.
This night, although there is no headache attack as Yu Chi Feng expected, Feng Tingliu has a rare dream...