Feng Tingliu rarely had a dream.
In the dream, it was the lush and green Suzhou Garden. Taihu stones stood tall, pavilions and corridors stretched endlessly, and the garden scenery was ever-changing.
He wore a set of exquisite red clothing, with a jade pendant and sachet tied around his waist. Although he did not wear a crown on his head, his hair was tied into a ponytail, looking very heroic.
He saw his father wiping a long sword in the courtyard. The sword had not yet been sharpened, but it already glimmered with a sharp light. One could tell at a glance that it was an exceptional sword.
"Daddy, whose sword is this? I've never seen you use it." Little Feng Tingliu ran over and lay on his father's knee, his eyes wide with curiosity.
At that time, Feng Tingliu still had a pair of pitch-black and pure eyes, completely different from the now blood-red and fierce ones.
"Oh dear, Young Master, it's dangerous!" The servant beside him exclaimed in alarm.
Feng Tingliu ranked ninth in his generation and was the youngest. Everyone in the mansion doted on him and called him Young Master.
"It's okay, it's okay." Feng's father smiled, sheathed the long sword, and stroked Feng Tingliu's head. "This is a precious sword to be presented to the Crown Prince. Don't touch it randomly."
"I know! The Crown Prince loves the country and the people. He will definitely be a benevolent monarch in the future! Daddy likes him very much!"
"Haha, yes. Then, would our Liu'er be willing to assist the Crown Prince for Father in the future?"
"Of course I am willing!"
The childish words, the promises made, were worth a thousand pieces of gold.
"Liu'er, come and have some snacks."
"Mother!"
Little Feng Tingliu left his father's knee and ran towards his mother, who was smiling gently at him on the other side. His mother wore a long bright yellow dress, like the warm sun that day, dazzling and gentle.
Under his feet was a path paved with stones, and on both sides were the unique plant landscapes of the Su Garden. As he ran, these scenes were left behind and in front of him, turning into a monstrous sea of flames.
"Dad -! Mom -!"
Feng Tingliu's face was covered with tear stains, and in his pair of collapsed and dark pupils, there was only blood and fire.
He screamed desperately, wanting to reach out and save the people in the mansion who were being slaughtered.
But he was held down by the neighboring uncle and could not move.
"Young Master Feng, you can't go! Those people want to kill the Feng family. Once you are exposed, you will also lose your life!"
"I can't just watch like this!"
Feng Tingliu couldn't understand why the once warm and cozy mansion had turned into a hellish sea of flames.
He was just bored at the family banquet, so he sneaked out from the dog hole hidden behind the Taihu stone to play. But unexpectedly, when he returned home, the home had changed.
"It's useless, Young Master Feng. Everyone is dead! If they find you, they won't let you go either!" Looking at Feng Tingliu's devastated and crying appearance, the neighboring uncle felt heartbroken. He quickly covered his mouth and vigilantly looked around.
Fortunately, the neighbors around were helping to put out the fire and save people. There were many people and it was chaotic, so it was difficult for people to find Feng Tingliu for a while.
Feng Tingliu couldn't cry out. He could only watch as one corpse after another was carried out of the Feng Mansion. He couldn't recognize which one was his parents and couldn't even get close to take a look.
He collapsed and knelt on the ground, his hands clenched into fists, pounding hard on the ground until they were bloody and mangled.
Even on the day when the neighbors helped arrange the burial, he could only take a glance from afar in the crowd. He wore a tattered cloak made of cloth and put on a hood, not letting anyone see his face, and left quietly like this.
Among the tombstones, even the neighbors had engraved Feng Tingliu's name, which was also a thoughtful protection.
The young Feng Tingliu sought the goal of revenge. He did not return to the Feng Mansion but led a vagrant life. He had fought with wild dogs for food and snatched meat from wild wolves. His pair of deep and listless black eyes did not look like those of an eight or nine-year-old child.
He picked up a broken sword and sharpened it to be able to cut the enemy's throat, setting foot on a path of no return.
Until one day, a person stood in front of him and told him, "I can help you take revenge."
"I don't need help. I will avenge my own hatred with my own hands." Feng Tingliu was stunned for a moment, ignored him, and continued walking.
"But if you search aimlessly like this, when will it end? One year? Five years? Ten years? Your enemy might have already reported to the King of Hell."
Hearing this, Feng Tingliu fell silent. What that person said was not wrong.
Seeing that he was shaken, the person smiled and said, "The Feng Mansion has always been on good terms with the Crown Prince, but the Crown Prince's death on the battlefield is rather strange. After much thought, only the Second Prince, who has long coveted the position of the Crown Prince, has this motive."
"Do you know who I am?" Feng Tingliu frowned and glanced at him, his eyes showing a maturity beyond his age. "But I already knew all this. Say something useful."
"But the Feng Mansion belongs to the Jianghu forces, and the Second Prince cannot easily make a move. Therefore, he assigned the Jianghu forces in his camp to be involved in this matter."
Upon hearing this, Feng Tingliu finally turned around and faced the person, asking, "Who is it?"
The person smiled and did not continue, but instead changed the topic: "So, let's make a deal, how about it? Little wolf cub."
The specific content of the deal has become blurred in the dream. Perhaps the things he mentioned were not important to Feng Tingliu.
He only had the word "revenge" in his heart until he stood at the entrance of the enemy's stronghold.
Wu Jue Hui.
Although among the many forces in the martial arts world, Wu Jue Hui is only a small force, it is not easily provoked in the local area because of its powerful backer.
But precisely, Feng Tingliu has no more worries.
His swordsmanship is the most desperate and fearless one. It is the killing method of a person who has lost everything without any scruples.
His eyes were like those of a wild animal, scanning the surrounding corpses.
The sword in his hand glimmered with a fierce light, and blood dripped down.
He was covered in blood, just like the King of Hell from the underworld.
"Everyone must die..."
He raised his hand to wipe the blood on his face, but because his hands were already dirty, he only made it dirtier. His vision was covered with blood, and in the midst of the chaos, he seemed to see his parents lying in a pool of blood, and seemed to hear someone wailing in the fire.
"Kill..."
His vision changed again, turning into the scene of blocking the Devil Sect outside the prefectural magistrate's office. His sword was humming, and his hand was bleeding.
So much blood, so dirty.
He tried to wipe the blood off his hands, but it was in vain. Instead, he got himself into a state of chaos...
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"Young Master? Young Master!"
The calls in Feng Tingliu's ears continued, making him frown in annoyance and slowly open his eyes.
In a hazy state, he saw Yu Chi Feng's worried face and instantly returned from the dream to reality, sitting up abruptly.
Only then did he realize that he was already covered in cold sweat.
He looked down at his palm, which was clean, only red from the candlelight.
"I heard a sound and thought Young Master had another headache. Did Young Master have a nightmare?" Yu Chi Feng looked over worriedly. He moved closer and stroked Feng Tingliu's back, gently soothing him.
Feng Tingliu took a deep breath to calm his rapid heartbeat.
"It can't be called a nightmare. It was a beautiful dream."
Yu Chi Feng was somewhat confused but still took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Feng Tingliu's forehead: "Why does Young Master have such an expression after having a beautiful dream?"
Feng Tingliu raised an eyebrow. "What expression?"
"Young Master is afraid." Yu Chi Feng affirmed.
"You've become quite bold in speaking these days." Feng Tingliu sneered, but there was no sign of anger. He grabbed the quilt and lay back on the bed. "I'm still sleepy. Let's continue sleeping."
But Yu Chi Feng did not move. Instead, he sat on the footrest and stared straight at Feng Tingliu.
Feng Tingliu was naturally sensitive to his gaze and turned to look at him. "What are you looking at?"
"I want to watch over Young Master in case Young Master has another nightmare later."
Feng Tingliu was so sleepy that he could barely keep his eyes open. Hearing this, he laughed instead and raised his hand to slap the back of Yu Chi Feng's head regardless of anything else, scolding: "Fool, how can I sleep with you staring at me like this?"
Yu Chi Feng showed that innocent and aggrieved expression again, but this time, he boldly said, "Then can I sleep with Young Master?"
Hearing this, Feng Tingliu was somewhat awake and looked at himUnbelievably.
"Oh, you've got quite the nerve."
Yu Chi Feng did not speak but just looked at him pitifully, as if there was an invisible tail wagging vigorously behind him.
After killing enemies all night, Feng Tingliu was really exhausted and too lazy to confront him. He snorted and said, "If you freeze to death, it'll be my fault. Come up and sleep."
This time, it was Yu Chi Feng's turn to be surprised and stare wide-eyed, stunned for a moment, and unable to react to the meaning of Feng Tingliu's words: "What...?"
"I told you to come up and sleep!" Feng Tingliu was somewhat impatient. He stuck his foot out from the quilt and kicked Yu Chi Feng's shoulder hard.
Yu Chi Feng was kicked squarely, and not daring to delay, he quickly got into Feng Tingliu's bed and clung closely to him.
"Young Master, I'm so honored..." He said this and actually reached out to embrace Feng Tingliu, who was facing away from him.
It was the first time Yu Chi Feng had embraced Feng Tingliu so calmly. He could feel the lean body under the clothes and the blending of their body temperatures, which made him extremely satisfied.
Feng Tingliu was too sleepy to react, and since his embrace was warmer than the blanket, he simply let him hold him and found a comfortable position in his arms, closing his eyes.
"Useless."
Feng Tingliu's voice became weak and gradually was replaced by his breathing as he fell asleep peacefully.
Yu Chi Feng stared at the back of Feng Tingliu's head, his heart filled with joy. But he was afraid of waking the person up, so he did not dare to move.
When Yu Chi Feng clearly heard Feng Tingliu's steady breathing, he boldly lowered his head and gently kissed the swirl of hair on the back of Feng Tingliu's head.
"Young Master, have a good dream."
It seemed that Feng Tingliu heard this blessing in his sleep. The frown on his brow relaxed, allowing his body to completely relax in Yu Chi Feng's arms.
He had a warm dream, dreaming that he was practicing swordsmanship under his father's guidance and that his mother was calling them to rest and have snacks.
No more bloodshed, no more turmoil.
Even though he knew it was just a dream, he still wanted to stay in this dream for a while longer.
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Yu Chi Feng held Feng Tingliu like this and slept through the night. When they woke up the next day, they still maintained the original position. Only Feng Tingliu slept soundly, making Yu Chi Feng not dare to move even though he had an erection.
He stared at the back of Feng Tingliu's head, earlobes, and neck for a while before feeling that he couldn't hold on anymore. Even the hand that was placed on Feng Tingliu was trembling.
Only then did Feng Tingliu grunt twice and wake up slowly.
, he felt something pushing against his thigh...
Only then did Feng Tingliu fully wake up and reached out to give a hard pinch.
"Ouch -!" Yu Chi Feng felt the pain and instantly became calm, inhaling sharply. Tears were almost forced out. "Young Master..."
"Taking advantage of the situation." Feng Tingliu scolded.
"It's not my fault..."
"Stop talking nonsense! Get up!"
Just as Feng Tingliu raised his hand to pull Yu Chi Feng's collar to teach him a lesson, there were three knocks on the door outside.
"Young Master, someone from the Huashan Sect has come to visit."
"Receive them in the front courtyard. I'll be there soon." Feng Tingliu said loudly, and then turned to pull Yu Chi Feng's ear. "Hurry up and get up!"
Only then did Yu Chi Feng not dare to delay and quickly got out of bed to help him get dressed.
At an angle that Yu Chi Feng couldn't see, the corners of Feng Tingliu's mouth curved up, looking very pleased.