Shock!Straight Man Long Aotian Secretly Hides The Villain’S Skirt Chapter 6

Outside the Low Houses, Xie Rong walked a few steps, then suddenly stopped.

Host, what is it?

Xie Rong raised his hand, lowering his eyes to stare at his palm.

A cold wind blew, instantly chilling his damp palm.

He squinted slightly, looking at his dry right hand, then his moist left hand.

The sweat in his palm wasn’t his, so whose was it?

“Very good, daring to feign sleep to deceive me,” Xie Rong pulled at his lips, his knuckles tightening, his features obscured by heavy shadow.

The System had accompanied him for eighteen years in this world and quickly sensed the violent emotions that were about to spiral out of control.

That hateful protagonist, daring to deceive us! When he wakes up tomorrow, we must teach him a good lesson!

“Why wait until tomorrow? To let him have a good night’s sleep?” Xie Rong smiled.

He never waited until the next day to take revenge on someone.

What are you going to do? The white slime tilted its head.

Xie Rong pulled the jade flute from his waist and placed it against his lips.

The mournful sound of the flute tore through the silent night, spiraling upward like the roar of a furious, cold wind.

Inside the Low Houses, the medicine slaves who had been sleeping were jolted awake by the Gu worms scrambling through their meridians. They groaned, clutching their abdomens.

Lu Yi leaned against the couch, able to endure it with his eyes closed.

The owner of the flute clearly had no intention of letting them off easily. The flute sound grew sharper and sharper, carrying the man’s wanton, venting malice.

Lu Yi gritted his teeth and got off the couch. The moment he pushed the door open, the flute sound ceased abruptly.

The night wind rushed into the room. The man looked up, but the shadows of the trees in front of the Low Houses swayed, revealing no one.

Xie Rong had left without a sound?

The System was also confused.

Host, you just left like that? I thought you were going to expose him.

“It wouldn’t be fun to expose him now,” Xie Rong rotated the jade flute, his wooden clogs crushing the dry bamboo leaves on the ground. “With my Gu poison inside him, let’s see how long he can endure.”

After a night of peaceful sleep, it was time for breakfast the next morning. All the medicine slaves were eating in the room next to the small kitchen.

Lu Yi, like the others, held an empty bowl and stood at the end of the line. Yet, when it was his turn, the medicine slave serving the food seemed not to see him, pouring all the remaining food into the slop bucket.

“Why are you staring at me? Aren’t you relying on your strong physique and your methods for hooking up with the Valley Master?” The medicine slave rolled his eyes sarcastically. “Go find the Valley Master to uphold justice for you.”

Lu Yi’s expression darkened, finding the situation absurd.

He had been hung up in the Five Poisons Cave by Xie Rong for seven days and seven nights, yet these fools, whose minds were clouded by obsession, still thought Xie Rong treated him differently?

It was ridiculous.

He stepped forward, picked up the large bowl of fish and meat that the medicine slave had reserved for himself, dumped it into the slop bucket, and smashed the bowl along with it.

“You!” The medicine slave raised his hand in anger, then flinched when he saw the bulging muscles in Lu Yi’s arm.

Before he could react further, Lu Yi pinched a shard of broken porcelain between his fingers and flicked it sharply. The shard struck the medicine slave right in the palm.

A scream rang out, and blood splattered onto Lu Yi’s face. The others eating in the room fell silent, staring blankly.

Lu Yi walked closer, pulled out the blood-stained shard, crushed it with his bare hand, and returned the earlier words to the man, “If you have the guts, go find the Valley Master to uphold justice. Otherwise, if I don’t eat enough in the future, you won’t eat either.”

Outside, Xie Rong stood by the slightly ajar window, taking everything in.

“Is this the great protagonist from the book?” He smiled, his fingertip teasing the spider clinging to his neck. “The Heavenly Dao must be blind.”

The man inside the room seemed to sense something. He suddenly turned his head, and through the narrow gap in the window, met a pair of black and purple heterochromatic eyes.

Knock, knock, knock.

The window was lightly tapped three times, carrying an undisguised sense of teasing, like summoning a dog.

Yet, when one is under another’s roof, if he didn’t comply with this devil’s wishes, who knew if the madman would start blowing the flute again in the middle of the night.

Lu Yi strode out, seeing the person leaning against the window, his finger twirling the silver ornament dangling by his temple.

“Satisfied?”

Xie Rong raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly: “With what?”

“You deliberately instructed the medicine slaves in the valley to make things difficult, only to force me to fight back,” Lu Yi lowered his head and said coldly next to his ear, “Are you satisfied with this performance?”

Xie Rong turned his head and chuckled softly, “You’re already a running dog for the court, yet you still pretend to be righteous. It’s disgusting.”

He raised his hand and patted Lu Yi’s face. “You look slightly more pleasing to the eye now than when you first arrived.”

The palm resting on his cheek was soft and delicate, like a flawless piece of warm jade, no different from the light caress and seduction in the bedding last night.

Lu Yi’s expression stiffened. He quickly took a step back.

He couldn’t understand Xie Rong.

He targeted him during the day, then climbed into his bed at night. What exactly did he want?

Lu Yi lowered his gaze, just in time to see Xie Rong half-closing his eyes, rubbing the soft flesh of his cheek against the head of a green snake as if no one else were present.

“…” The man’s face flushed red. He muttered a low reprimand about shamelessness and turned to leave in a hurry.

Xie Rong watched the man’s fleeing back, blinking in confusion. “Is he afraid of snakes?”

Heh heh, who knows. Maybe he’s thinking of something dirty.

For the first time, Xie Rong didn’t understand the clumsy System’s words.

For the past eighteen years, he had been obsessed with refining Gu. In the hundred years he lived before his death, he was also obsessed with cultivation. He rarely had much interest in other things.

Of course, now he had a new interest: tormenting the protagonist in addition to refining Gu.

So, he never took the System’s words to heart.

Xie Rong returned to the Bamboo Hut. By the time he had fed enough blood to each of his precious Gu worms, the sky had completely darkened.

“Valley Master, the bathwater is ready.” Song Qingming’s voice sounded outside the door.

While the water was being poured, Xie Rong sat barefoot nearby, his fingertip picking up the neatly folded purple vestment on the tray.

He was only glancing casually, but then he noticed that the exquisite snow lotus pattern on his vestment had faded from being scrubbed, the edges were frayed, and several of the dangling silver ornaments were missing!

Xie Rong’s originally beautiful features instantly turned cold. His mood for bathing vanished.

“Valley Master, the task of washing your clothes is currently being handled by Lu Yi,” Song Qingming interjected at the appropriate moment.

“Tell him to get over here.” Xie Rong commanded.

A moment later, Lu Yi was summoned.

The room was filled with steam. Before the man could see clearly, he was pushed by several medicine slaves in front of the devil.

He lowered his head, only able to see the person on the armchair with his legs crossed, his bare toes slightly curled and tinged with pink.

A few breaths later, the owner of those feet leaned forward, slapped him across the face, and spoke in a soft, venomous voice, “Look at the mess you’ve made. You can’t even wash clothes. Are you useless?”

Lu Yi ignored the stinging pain on his cheek. He glanced back at the crumpled vestment in Xie Rong’s hand and said calmly, “It wasn’t getting clean, so I used a bit more force.”

“Nonsense! The Valley Master stays in the room all day. There isn’t even a speck of mud on his clothes. How could they not get clean?” Song Qingming sneered.

Lu Yi said flatly, “The scent of perfume on this garment cannot be washed out, no matter what. If you don’t believe me, you can smell it yourself.”

It must be that Xie Rong applied too much perfume to himself. Otherwise, no matter how rough his hands were or how precious the fabric, he wouldn’t have washed it like this.