When the next full moon arrived, the Eighth Domain Lord still sent someone over.
Husheng had just supported his legs to stand up while groaning. Catching sight of the beautiful young youth looking around at the palace door, his brows furrowed, and he let out a loud shout, “Don’t come in! The Leader is asleep; tell me if there is any business.”
The youth was startled. Clinging onto the bone framework at the entrance, he said, “The… Eighth Domain Lord let me come to invite the Leader.”
“Understood,” Husheng waved his hand. “You leave; I will go wake him up.”
The youth still wanted to say something, but the bone dragon on the roof beams suddenly let out a massive yawn, its dragon mouth opening wide to reveal the skeletal teeth inside.
Husheng asked, “Are you hungry?”
He then glanced toward that youth, “Then you come in.”
The youth’s body stiffened, and he turned his head to run.
Husheng let out a “Hmph”, and while stroking the bone dragon’s head, he exhorted it, “You remember this. In the future, regardless of whether it’s male or female, anyone who looks good cannot be let in. Eat them as soon as one enters, and don’t give the sister-in-law any opportunity to have his heart moved; he can only belong to my big brother!”
The bone dragon nodded its head heavily, raising its head to let out an impassioned roar.
In the next moment, a sword stabbed onto its forehead, while another sword pasted against Husheng’s thigh to stab down beside his foot.
Ji Yunlang came out, delivering a swat to his head, “Take the swords, leave.”
“I’m going too?” Husheng’s eyes brightened. Drawing out the two swords, he followed him, looking at the sword bodies that had become bright and sparkling, and saying, “You weren’t asleep, but have been wiping the swords all along?”
“Mm.” Ji Yunlang cast down his eyes to look at him, giving a light smile and saying, “Tokens of love.”
Husheng was disdainful, letting out a “Chee” sound, and stuffing the swords back into his hands, “You are merely cheating your own self.”
Ji Yunlang: “You don’t understand.”
Being able to cheat oneself was also a kind of ability unlike the Eighth Domain Lord, who couldn’t cheat himself, and couldn’t cheat the God’s precious vessel either.
The two had just entered the Eighth Domain when they saw Lousha outside the sand cave, anxious and unresigned, leaping up and down.
“What to do? He is precisely inside! He is precisely inside! How is the God to go in? The moment I see him, the God’s precious vessel is going to explode!”
Hearing the two words “precious vessel”, Husheng exclaimed with wonder, “The Eighth Domain Lord’s mouth never leaves his own precious vessel. Exactly what precious vessel is so formidable? Can I be let to witness it too?”
While being anxious, Lousha looked toward him with affection, “Curious little baby, you are still too small. Wait until you grow up a bit more, and the God surely”
Ji Yunlang covered Husheng’s ears.
Lousha tangled at the doorway and hopped for a very long time so long that Ji Yunlang truly couldn’t stay any longer, saying, “I’ll go meet him.”
“No way!” Lousha blocked in front of him. “Do you know him? Do you understand him? The God tells you, without the God, you simply cannot cope with him!”
“Oh,” Ji Yunlang dragged his collar to walk into the cave, “Then we go together.”
Lousha struggled in his hand, shouting out in terror: “The God’s precious vessel will explode!”
“If it explodes then it explodes; just take it as your expiating sins toward him.”
“What sin does the God have?”
Ji Yunlang didn’t loosen his strength, dragging him inward. After rounding a bend, he delivered a kick to trundle him into the cave. Putting on a posture of judgment, he said with righteous awe: “Audacious in lust, insulting the master and turning against superiors—is that not your sin?”
Lousha was sent into the cave by a kick. Neither leaning to one side nor the other, he happened to crash beside the feet of a man by the table.
Ji Yunlang stood at the bend, looking toward that man across a not very far distance.
Feng Xun, the former Eighth Domain Lord, the object Lousha had once crazily and grandly loved, an unyielding stubborn person, an unlucky prisoner.
Ji Yunlang had never seen him in the past, only learning from Lousha’s fragmented complaints that this was a ruthless person.
He had sustained the torture of the aphrodisiac inside the sand prison for six years, preferring to abuse and grind his entire body until it didn’t look human rather than open his mouth to beg Lousha a single sentence. For a person like him, the tossing desire of the body could never suppress the disgust at the depths of his heart.
This former Eighth Domain Lord was now fetched out, wearing a dirty, broken grey garment, his handcuffs and leg irons not removed either, both hands hanging, sitting quietly on the chair.
Six years of confinement, his hair was already very long, messy, covering his face.
He kept his head lowered. Ji Yunlang stepped a foot closer, trying to look at him clearly.
The Lousha who had fallen onto the ground suddenly violently rose, grabbing Feng Xun’s hair to force him to tilt his head up, delivering two slaps with a pa pa sound.
“Having been a useless person for long, you don’t even remember the rules? Seeing the Leader, why don’t you bow?”
Feng Xun originally cast down his eyes expressionlessly being beaten by him. Hearing the two words “Leader”, he finally raised his eyes, looking toward Ji Yunlang’s direction.
Their gazes intersected, and Ji Yunlang saw a pair of eyes as dark and heavy as a cold pool.
Wasted for six years inside the sand prison, the dosage of medicine Lousha put on was enough to make even a ferocious beast go crazed. He was still capable of maintaining his reason right now, clearly having already spent all the strength through his body.
The once majestic and mad Eighth Domain Lord—the light inside those eyes had long since gone.
Lousha dragged him up. It was unknown whether it was to conceal his fluster or to suppress the fire at the depths of his heart, but he lifted his foot to kick the hollows of his knees with the maximum force, forcefully making him kneel in front of Ji Yunlang.
Ji Yunlang furrowed his brows.
It seemed Lousha hopping up and down outside just now wasn’t due to an illness. He truly didn’t dare come in, didn’t dare see this person inside.
He feared Feng Xun. Even if this person had already been confined by him with iron chains for six years, his killing intent and blood nature worn completely away, Lousha still feared him.
He feared him to the extent that in order to maintain his own dignity as the Eighth Domain Lord, he could only play some clumsy and irritable tricks of a fox borrowing a tiger’s majesty.
Therefore Ji Yunlang became that “tiger”.
Ji Yunlang dragged a chair to sit down beside them, avoiding the direction of Feng Xun’s kneeling, and saying to Lousha: “The Eighth Domain Lord himself doesn’t kneel, yet you are quite anxious to make someone else kneel.”
Lousha fell silent for a moment, pursed his lips, knelt down tightly adjacent to Feng Xun, and said, “Then I will kneel too.”
Ji Yunlang grabbed the orange near his hand to smash him.
The Eighth Domain Lord wasn’t an ordinary person; he was the God who presides over mating in the Bafang Region. He had to address himself as God to everyone. Let alone kneeling, if speaking with a slight lack of attention he would flare up. Every time Ji Yunlang came over, his eyes, ears, and spiritual state all had to sustain torture.
Now the moment Feng Xun came out, the Eighth Domain Lord became normal, and the God fell.
Ji Yunlang had once tried to understand Lousha, telling himself this was the diversity of the Bafang Region’s people; right now he didn’t have that leisure of mind.
Lousha didn’t possess an illness by birth; he also knew what kind of words spoken out would lose face—he was just doing it on purpose.
Ji Yunlang felt he himself was the one possessing an illness, deserving to be tortured by him for so many years.
Ji Yunlang again began to peel the oranges on his table, saying carelessly: “What is the business of looking for him? Has the Eighth Domain Lord explained it to your subordinates?”
Lousha said: “Not yet.”
Ji Yunlang tossed the orange peel onto his body, “Waiting for me to speak?”
If placed in the past, the God’s fiery anger would have already burned the orange peel clean. Right now he merely picked up the peel silently to stuff it into his mouth, saying: “Let the Leader command.”
Lousha handled this matter entirely incorrectly from beginning to end. The command originally should have been delivered by him the Domain Lord first. Now he uttered not a single word, and Ji Yunlang didn’t coddle him either, not making a sound, and peeling the oranges on his own accord.
How was Lousha kneeling to him? He was clearly kneeling to his own former master.
Some people were born loving to act as dogs. Even if there was that one single time they dared bite a person, upon seeing the familiar figure again, they couldn’t forget the clubs and sticks greeted onto their bodies from before. Their legs would begin to shake, their tails would also wag, prostrating on the ground to emit two rounds of whines devoid of any momentum.
However, Lousha wasn’t any good thing, and Ji Yunlang himself wasn’t either.
Although he had always felt that former Eighth Domain Lord was unlucky, it was merely to this extent and no more.
He and Lousha were fair-weather friends. Lousha hankered after this mouthful of meat, and Ji Yunlang was still glad to see him get it to his mouth.
Of course, the fact that he couldn’t get it to his mouth all these years also made him the object for Ji Yunlang to seek superiority when frustrated in love affairs.
Ji Yunlang had once thought about what he would do if he and Jiang Zhou were placed under this kind of circumstance, and later found he couldn’t even imagine it.
If his Master encountered this kind of affair—let alone using his own stubborn will and male blood nature to resist—he was afraid before he even did anything, simply releasing two rounds of harsh words, Jiang Zhou would think of methods to sue for peace with him.
Although Jiang Zhou was a scoundrel, he absolutely wasn’t a stubborn person. When it was time to be wild, he was very wild, always capable of letting Ji Yunlang eat until he was full.
Ji Yunlang thought about him every day, harboring both hatred and love in his heart.
Why did Jiang Zhou love to pretend so much? Extremely cowardly, yet he wasn’t seen to be how obedient either. After a few wild rounds he would turn into a mute, becoming cold, detached, and thin in affection, making a person unable to guess through his heart.
Ji Yunlang kept not making a sound. Lousha couldn’t keep kneeling, abruptly grasping the iron chain between Feng Xun’s two hands to rise, pulling him into a corner at the deep recesses of the sand cave.
They turned a corner, so Ji Yunlang couldn’t see, only hearing the clinking of chains and the not very clear sounds of a back-and-forth conversation.
By the time the two emerged again, Feng Xun walked straight toward the side of the table, halting his steps in front of Ji Yunlang. Leaning his body down, his head paused for a moment beside his neck, seemingly taking a light breath, and following that, before Ji Yunlang could react, he grabbed his wrist the one wearing the silver chain to paste it in front of his nose to sniff.
Ji Yunlang’s hand still held a segment of orange. Lousha slinked over to use his mouth to snatch it away, pinching Feng Xun’s back neck to make him turn his head, feeding it to him.
He then pressed his head back, letting him continue to sniff.
Just as Ji Yunlang was about to say something, Lousha’s palm delivered a pa sound to smack onto the table, leaning his body down to glare at him gloomily, intending to use his own cold, detached gaze to pierce through him.
“Don’t tell me,” Ji Yunlang said, “the two of you chatted for a long half-day just now, and the conclusion is, he wants to sniff me.”
Lousha let out a cold sneer, the hand smacked onto the table clenching into a fist, squeezing until it emitted a creaking sound, “You truly possess a very clever brain.”
“Naturally,” Ji Yunlang grasped his own sword, “through the entire Bafang Region, I am the cleverest.”
That sword wasn’t thrust out. A force so massive it was terrifying grasped his other wrist, grabbing his hand along with the sword under his nose to sniff.
Feng Xun restrained his two hands with complete ease. Ji Yunlang finally felt displeased, furrowing his brows and saying: “Let go.”
Lousha stood to the side completely still, using an envious gaze to scrape him from head to toe ten times.
Ji Yunlang stared dead at Feng Xun, and Lousha stared dead at Ji Yunlang. Finally, Lousha couldn’t hold it in, grasping Feng Xun’s hair to pull him away backward, “Enough.”
Feng Xun only looked at Ji Yunlang, asking with a hoarse voice: “You, are a person of the Immortal Continent?”
His attention still remained upon Ji Yunlang’s body. Lousha narrowed his eyes with dissatisfaction, the hand grasping his hair tightening a fraction, “Did I not tell you just now? The new Leader, came from the Immortal Continent, has a bone dragon, what else is there to ask—”
Feng Xun turned his head slowly, looking straight at Lousha, and saying: “I am asking him.”
Being stared at by him, Lousha’s torso gave a shudder, subconsciously letting go of his hand. Feng Xun turned his head back again, single-mindedly waiting for Ji Yunlang’s answer.
Ji Yunlang retreated backward along with the chair, opening up a distance from the two of them, rubbing his hand against his clothes.
“Where I came from isn’t important; it’s fine as long as the Eighth Domain Lord can deliver the words. Begin preparing right now; I await you to take the Second Domain Lord’s life at any time.”
Feng Xun lowered his head to twist the lock ring on his wrist, “When the moon hides, I am accustomed to killing people at that time.”
The Day of Moon Hiding an extreme weather condition that appeared irregularly in the Bafang Region, when the blood moon completely vanished, a violent wind and a torrential downpour breaking out, the air filled with a damp fishy stench, looking as if it were raining shattered flesh and blood.
During this period of time, everyone’s intent to kill would be aroused to a hundred-and-ten times that of ordinary days frenziedly roaring, recognizing no relations, the blood through the entire body boiling, and weapons clamoring with a longing for slaughter.
The people of the Bafang Region were all ruthless and combative. After a long time, a subtle balance surprisingly generated; nobody could easily kill the opponent. After a bitter battle, the situation where the entire Bafang Region only sustained injuries without dying occurred from time to time.
Every time the Day of Moon Hiding ended, the forces of the Bafang Region had to undergo a grand reshuffling. Those who died had to have their names removed, and those who were heavily injured would be driven out of their own domain, only capable of shifting around everywhere, seeking new protection.
Lousha replied: “Thanks to this new Leader who came from the Immortal Continent, ever since he came, the Day of Moon Hiding has long since been gone, and now we are very peaceful. If you want to vent, there is no need to wait for days; you can go look for people at any time.”
As he spoke, he ripped down his own clothes, grabbing Feng Xun’s hand to cover his own exposed chest muscles, pressing it to pinch, pinch, pinch, and closing his eyes with intoxication, “Looking for me is fine too”
Feng Xun had no reaction to the sensation on his palm, his head not even leaning to one side, still looking toward Ji Yunlang, “Capable of changing the climate of the Bafang Region—do you have someone in the Immortal Continent?”
“To what are you referring?” Ji Yunlang felt the scene in front of his eyes was a bit weird, making his stomach toss from looking, and his eyes close to being blinded too. Turning his body to the side, he took two steps toward the cave entrance, and said, “There is, but he has no power and no influence, is greedy for life and afraid of death, and cannot possibly generate an effect upon your Bafang Region; it certainly isn’t the answer you want.”
Feng Xun fell silent. Ji Yunlang had nothing much to say to them anymore, turning around to exit the cave.
Just as he walked to the cave entrance, he heard a sentence come from behind him, “Your scent, is very good.”
He clenched the sword in his hand tightly, only feeling a round of evil chill upon his body.
Immediately after, he heard two crisp pa pa sounds, accompanied by Lousha’s angry shouting, “Sniff! I let you sniff! What is so good to sniff about him? Come sniff me!”
Ji Yunlang didn’t stop his footsteps, exiting the cave rapidly.
Husheng was currently looking inside at the cave entrance. Seeing him emerge, his eyes brightened, and he hurriedly squeezed closer, “I heard inside that place is—”
“Husheng.” Ji Yunlang interrupted him, turning his body around, and pinning his head to walk outward, “Don’t inquire, and don’t come over yourself either. In the future whenever the Eighth Domain Lord invites you, you must refuse.”
“Oh…” Husheng rescued his own head from beneath his hand, “Then you neither let me enter, nor let me inquire; what did you bring me out for?”
Ji Yunlang: “To the Immortal Continent.”
Husheng rubbed his leg, raining down tears on the spot, “Truly cannot kneel anymore!”