Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 17

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

“If you want Yang energy, this isn’t the way to get it,” Lu Yi said hoarsely.

“Shut up, did I tell you to speak?” Xie Rong was already annoyed from flipping through the ancient texts, and the man’s sudden interruption made him even more displeased. He pulled out a pair of snow-colored foot wraps, only worn in winter, from the small bedside cabinet and roughly stuffed them into the man’s mouth.

His mother had told him before she died that if he had any doubts while refining Gu, he could always find the solution in the ancient texts.

He had clearly followed the diagrams in the text, sitting on Lu Yi for a full cup of tea’s worth of time, yet he hadn’t felt the slightest bit of Yang energy.

The texts couldn’t be wrong, so the problem must be Lu Yi.

If he didn’t even have Yang energy, what kind of man was he?

Xie Rong pouted: “Without even Yang energy, you don’t deserve to be my food.”

He pulled out the foot wraps, untied Lu Yi, and prepared to throw the man out.

Lu Yi grabbed his wrist with a swift movement. “I have it.”

Xie Rong frowned, his patience nearly exhausted.

“The texts didn’t write it down; I’ll teach you,” Lu Yi sat up, placing Xie Rong on his lap. Their foreheads touched, and he whispered, “You can have as much as you want.”

…

Ever since Lu Yi was captured and taken to the unknown secret chamber for Gu refinement, Jin Jiuzhou became the most efficient worker in Miedie Valley.

“I heard Lu Yi used to be the Valley Master’s male favorite because he was the strongest and best at manual labor,” one of the medicine slaves said, looking meaningfully at Jin Jiuzhou as a group gathered around the long table for dinner. “Young General, now you’re the fastest at chopping wood and the water you boil is the hottest. The Valley Master seems very fond of you. Will you be next?”

“Shut up, unless you want me to flip this table a second time!” Jin Jiuzhou was irritated. He slammed his fist onto the table, causing the bowls and dishes to rattle instantly.

No one spoke again, but his thoughts began to race uncontrollably. He unconsciously touched the bulging, hard muscles on his own arm. How could a masculine man like him be inferior to trash like Lu Yi?

What if that demon got tired of Lu Yi and turned to him instead?

If he refused, would it implicate the others in the valley?

That wouldn’t be good. In that case, he would have no choice but to accept.

Jin Jiuzhou hastily finished a bowl of rice and stood up distractedly to leave.

Summer was over, and the weather was getting cooler, but Jin Jiuzhou was accustomed to bathing in the lake. He gathered his clothes and was about to head out when Song Qingming blocked his path.

“The Valley Master wants you to go pick oranges in front of the Bamboo Hut,” Song Qingming said flatly.

“Why don’t you go for such a chance to fawn and curry favor?” Jin Jiuzhou sneered coldly.

Song Qingming’s face turned ashen.

Of course, he wanted to go, but the Valley Master complained that he wasn’t nimble enough at climbing trees, fearing he would damage the precious oranges on the branches. He insisted on Jin Jiuzhou going!

“I’ve delivered the message. If you don’t go, consider the consequences carefully,” Song Qingming said with a forced smile.

It would be best if he didn’t go. Perhaps the Valley Master would completely despise these crude martial men.

Jin Jiuzhou raised an eyebrow in challenge: “Who says I won’t go? If I don’t, what if he takes his anger out on everyone else in the valley?”

This reason was highly convincing. Jin Jiuzhou felt justified and, with his nose in the air, walked past Song Qingming and strode toward the Bamboo Hut.

He even tidied his clothes and tightened his ponytail on the way. Of course, he just wanted to be more efficient when picking the oranges.

It got dark early after the start of autumn. Xie Rong sat on the steps in front of the Bamboo Hut, slowly eating a half-peeled orange. The candlelight from inside the hut shone through behind him, casting a soft, warm halo over his slender shoulders.

Jin Jiuzhou watched from afar and unconsciously slowed his steps.

He looked like… a young wife sitting by the door, waiting for her husband to return home.

As Jin Jiuzhou approached the hazy light, his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the hickeys on Xie Rong’s neck.

These days, there were similar marks on Xie Rong’s neck, between his fingers, and even on his ankles. The medicine slaves in the valley had all seen them and speculated privately.

They said Lu Yi was taken to the secret chamber for torture, but in reality, they were probably doing unspeakable things, weren’t they?

That Lu Yi had spoken so righteously in the fields, claiming to endure pain for others, but he had long since become partners in crime with this demon!

A knot of anger tightened in Jin Jiuzhou’s chest.

“Why are you still standing there?” Xie Rong glared at him, speaking in a chilling tone. “Don’t even think about sleeping until you’ve picked all the oranges.”

Jin Jiuzhou’s cheeks flushed red. He gave a dry response and climbed the tree.

Xie Rong withdrew his gaze, focusing on the pain value displayed on the system panel.

Current Protagonist Pain Value: 90

The last ten points refused to budge.

No matter what he did to Lu Yi, there was no longer any fluctuation.

Host, the plot kill is coming soon. Aren’t you worried? The system was hopping anxiously. Why isn’t the pain value increasing? If the pain value isn’t enough to convert into energy, I won’t be able to take the Host to the next world!

“What’s the rush?” Xie Rong slowly bit into an orange segment. “Did you forget? The Love Gu in his body hasn’t been removed yet.”

“If being humiliated while infected with the Love Gu could increase the pain value, imagine what will happen after the Gu is removed.”

When does the Host plan to remove the Gu?

Xie Rong looked up at the full moon hanging in the sky.

Today was the night of the full moon.

The next full moon would be the day the protagonist sought revenge.

“How about today?” Xie Rong said casually.

Is that decided?

Xie Rong: “Does something like this need an auspicious date?”

Xie Rong stood up, glanced at Jin Jiuzhou, who was still picking oranges in the tree, and turned back into the Bamboo Hut. He opened the entrance to the secret chamber, picked up an oil lamp, and descended the pitch-black steps.

An oil lamp was lit inside the secret chamber as well.

The man’s hair was slightly messy. He sat leaning against the wall, bare-chested and muscular, his eyes closed. As he breathed, the scratch marks on his chest rose and fell.

Xie Rong set down the oil lamp. As soon as he approached, the man tightly wrapped his arms around his waist.

Lu Yi inhaled his scent, his eyes looking somewhat vacant, yet clinging. “Where have you been these past few days?”

“What past few days? I only left an hour ago,” Xie Rong chuckled.

Lu Yi was silent, then spoke hoarsely: “I can’t remember.”

“How pitiful,” Xie Rong smiled, lightly patting his face, but was pricked by the stubble and withdrew his hand in disgust.

“But since you’ve been so good, do you want to go outside for a walk?” Xie Rong said, reaching to unlock the shackles on his neck.

“No,” Lu Yi felt an overwhelming dread. During this time, he and Xie Rong had been intimate, and Xie Rong’s soft body had dissolved all his hatred and resistance. Leaving the gentle embrace after being immersed for so long would kill him. “Don’t go out. Just stay here, just you and me.”

Xie Rong was very satisfied.

The Gu poison must have completely ruined Lu Yi’s mind.

He hoped that after the detoxification, Lu Yi would recall all the disgusting things he had said and die of sheer rage.

“I have a gift for you.”

Lu Yi was already accustomed to feeding him Yang energy. His rough fingertips slipped under the edge of Xie Rong’s back strap, rubbing his lower back. “What gift?”

Xie Rong smiled without answering, took a silver needle from his hair, and plunged it into Lu Yi’s heart.

He waited patiently for a moment, his smile gradually fading. He pulled the needle out and plunged it back in.

His slender fingers suddenly clamped around Lu Yi’s neck, tightening with force. He spoke every word, his tone suppressing a frantic edge, “You were never infected with the Love Gu?”