Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 15

Ripples spread across the lake surface. The black pythons crawled over Xie Rong’s snow-white skin, their scales leaving red marks where they brushed past.

The marks were even redder than when Lu Yi had rubbed him with his rough fingertips.

Lu Yi stared intently, walking step by step until the lake water covered his long legs. His arm muscles bulged as he grabbed a python that had opened its fangs to sneak attack, violently flinging it onto the shore.

Then came the second, the third, and the fourth.

The unsightly beasts were quickly cleared away, leaving only that snow-white body in his dark eyes.

Without the pythons supporting him underwater, Xie Rong’s body was about to sink, but Lu Yi caught him and held him in his arms.

The deep night lake water was cold, yet it was nowhere near as cold as Xie Rong’s body.

Heaven and Earth’s Yin and Yang are indispensable. Refining Gu is an extremely Yin method, but feeding the Gu worms requires pure Yang blood.

Although Xie Rong was tall, he was different from the robust men in the valley. The pure Yang essence in his body was only enough to keep himself alive. Once he fed the Gu worms, his Yang energy would be depleted, making him extremely sensitive to cold.

“Xie Rong?” Lu Yi called out in a deep voice.

After waiting for a few breaths, Xie Rong remained with his eyes tightly shut.

Lu Yi’s heart sank to the bottom.

The Gu King required several times the Yang energy of other Gu worms. Xie Rong was the Gu King, and only by feeding the Yang energy into Xie Rong first, satisfying him, could the person wake up.

But this Yang energy… how was he supposed to feed it?

Surely he didn’t have to feed it that way?

Lu Yi’s face flushed red, his Adam’s apple bobbing. The palm supporting Xie Rong’s thigh was alarmingly hot.

The flesh of the thigh in his palm was still growing colder, bit by bit.

Lu Yi gazed at Xie Rong’s tranquil face, lowered his head, and used his fingertip to pull aside the thin gauze covering Xie Rong’s shoulder.

Their lips were only a hair’s breadth from touching when the person in his arms suddenly opened his eyes.

Their eyes met, and Lu Yi instantly froze.

“How do you know my name?” Xie Rong’s pupils were unfocused as he looked at him, his voice very soft. Lu Yi didn’t know when he had woken up.

Lu Yi hadn’t known at first either, but Xie Rong was particularly possessive of his belongings.

His name was sewn onto his clothes, engraved on his silver ornaments, and even brazenly written on the doorframe of the Bamboo Hut:

‘Xie Rong’s Hut, trespassers die.’

“I…” Lu Yi was about to explain when the person in his arms fainted again. “Xie Rong?!”

The consciousness of the wicked demon was gone; he had fallen into his hands. Whatever he did to him, there would be no resistance. Why hesitate now, instead of seizing the opportunity to eliminate him quickly?

Lu Yi closed his eyes.

Then he lowered his head, fiercely bit Xie Rong’s lip, and gradually lost himself in the sweetness of the mouth cavity.

The waist in his palm was very slender, very soft, no different from the one he had stroked countless times in his dreams.

Two hours later.

Lu Yi carried the person back to the Bamboo Hut.

Perhaps because he had consumed enough Yang energy, Xie Rong gradually warmed up, and even his cheeks became rosy and healthy-looking.

Lu Yi sat by the bed for a moment.

“Why am I here?” Xie Rong struggled to sit up, aching all over. He turned his head to look at Lu Yi. “Where are my snakes?”

“You fainted in the water just now, your Yang energy was overdrawn, and your life was in danger. I had no choice but to drive away all your snake Gu and feed you a lot of Yang energy,” Lu Yi’s face was burning, and he held his neck stiffly, afraid to look at him. “Tonight was the first time I ever fed Yang energy to anyone. From now on, whenever you want it, all my Yang energy is yours.”

“You drove away my snake Gu…” Xie Rong’s expression instantly twisted, and he laughed hysterically. “All of them?”

“The snake Gu can be fed anytime, but your body—” Lu Yi tried to persuade him gently again, but was interrupted.

“I fed them for seven days and six nights. I was only one night away from perfecting the Gu poison,” Xie Rong suddenly lunged at him, his eyelids red as if weeping blood. He sat on top of Lu Yi, his hands tightly gripping his neck, muttering, “It’s all your fault… all your fault…”

Lu Yi said angrily, “Is your Gu poison more important than your life?! You’ll die if you keep feeding it, don’t you know that!”

“What do you know!” Xie Rong vaguely felt uncomfortable somewhere—the teeth marks on his wrist were still fresh and visible if he looked down—but his eyes were filled with madness now. He couldn’t care about anything else, only extreme hatred, wishing to tear the man into ten thousand pieces. “You deserve to die, go die!”

He had meticulously nurtured this for eighteen years, waiting only for today, when he could refine the extremely Yin Gu. No one in the world could cure it, and its toxicity would be entirely subject to his will.

It was all ruined, ruined!

Lu Yi tasted the feeling of suffocation for the second time.

But before he could feel any pleasure, Xie Rong released him, got up, and frantically searched the Bamboo Hut barefoot. Finally, he pulled out the leather whip he used to strike people from the wardrobe.

“Letting you die would be too easy for you,” Xie Rong walked back, staring at him gloomily. His lips were still swollen, and even the residual Yang energy from the man was sliding out, but he ignored it completely. He cracked the long whip, and the man’s back instantly split open.

After thirty lashes, Lu Yi was bloody and bruised. He gritted his teeth and didn’t utter a sound, his forehead covered in sweat.

He knelt on the ground, breathing heavily with his head bowed. The Gu worms in his meridians were being stimulated by Xie Rong, but he endured the pain without a word. Then Xie Rong grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up.

That delicate, beautiful face was expressionless as he looked down at him. “From today onward, you are the lowest dog in Miedie Valley.”

…

Lu Yi was chained by Xie Rong in front of the Bamboo Hut door.

A chain was looped around his neck, the other end fastened to the doorpost.

To vent his anger, Xie Rong even prepared a dog bowl for him. Every mealtime, he would pour his leftovers into the dog bowl.

The Yang energy that mingled in the lake water that night seemed only a dream to him, and the other protagonist of the dream didn’t care at all.

Snake Gu, snake Gu—Xie Rong’s mind was only focused on his Gu! Even their first time, and the fact that he saved Xie Rong’s life, meant nothing.

[Protagonist Pain Value +1]

[Host, adding the pain value accumulated late at night during this period, the Protagonist’s Pain Value is already 85!]

Xie Rong stood in front of the bamboo door, poured the leftovers for Lu Yi, and then kicked the dog bowl. Still unsatisfied, he deliberately stroked Lu Yi’s head and said, “Eat, my dog.”

“Valley Master, today is the last day of planting. Should we go inspect?” Song Qingming stopped at the foot of the Bamboo Hut steps.

He glanced at the man being stroked by Xie Rong, his eyes slightly darkening.

“Of course, we must inspect,” Xie Rong took off the dog chain, wrapped it around his wrist a few times, pulled the man closer, leaned down to his ear, and spoke in a cold, flat voice, “Everyone will see how I humiliate you today. You wouldn’t be a good medicine slave, you insisted on making me angry. This is what you deserve.

Enjoy today’s inspection, my dog.”