Chapter 9 This male lead is really hard to kill (9) No need to kill him...

Chapter 9 This male lead is really hard to kill (9) No need to kill him...

The moment they exited the secret realm, Fu Li took Wu Feng and left, returning to the Demon Realm in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Upon returning to the palace, Feng Fuli immediately ran to the back hall to search for ancient books, while Wufeng was left in the front hall.

The group of demon servants stared at him wide-eyed, then stepped forward to inquire, "Lord Wufeng, what has happened to Your Majesty? Should we go in and attend to you?"

Unsure of Feng Fuli's mood, they dared not approach him rashly, for fear of angering him.

In fact, Wufeng wasn't quite sure what had happened between him and the fox demon.

He touched his nose, involuntarily recalling his experiences over the past few days, especially the brief encounter in the flower field.

Although he saw nothing, and the Venerable One forbade him to move an inch, Wufeng couldn't help but feel a tightness in his lower body whenever he recalled the heavy breathing echoing in his ears and the Venerable One's extremely proactive and intense movements.

It was just like a dream.

Yet it felt more real and exciting than anything I'd ever seen in my dreams.

Suddenly sensing a change in himself, Wu Feng's ears turned slightly red, and he immediately made an excuse to leave.

Before leaving, he said, "The Venerable One was fighting a great demon in the secret realm a few days ago and is not in a good mood. Please do not disturb him."

For a whole month, Feng Fuli searched the Demon Palace's library from top to bottom, but still couldn't find any books that introduced the Bewitching Flower.

He glanced at the Bewitching Flower, which was enveloped in demonic energy in his sea of ​​consciousness. It looked like an ordinary spider lily, but no matter what method he used, he couldn't get it out of his sea of ​​consciousness.

I'm so angry!

Feeling depressed, a month quickly passed.

As the moon reached its zenith, Fu Li suddenly felt a wildfire erupt from his dantian, transforming into a primordial energy within his body, just like in the secret realm. It seemed to be urging him on.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Fu Li's mind: Should she find a male prostitute, kill him after using him? Or should she find someone who would never betray her and use him long-term?

Finally, he thought of the male protagonist.

Since it's already been used to relieve desire once, using it a few more times won't make a difference.

Most importantly, he was very obedient and wouldn't tell anyone about it, thus saving the trouble of silencing him.

At this moment, Fu Li was very confident that he had successfully changed the plot and that the chosen one of destiny could no longer stand up to him, so he immediately went to find Wu Feng.

When the Demon Lord's eyes once again held a seductive glint, and his gaze was filled with spring-like water, Wu Feng's heart pounded violently. The next moment, Fu Li fulfilled his expectations:

“Come with me. I warn you, you are not to tell anyone what happened tonight.”

There was no wind, but I felt my lips were dry, and a fire ignited inside me.

He slightly swallowed, his voice a little hoarse: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Just like the first time, Fu Li was stubborn and refused to submit to anyone. Even though she was very uncomfortable herself, she didn't forget to sternly warn the person beneath her not to move at all, or she would kill him.

Wu Feng faithfully carried out his orders. Like a lifeless humanoid object, he lay on the bed with his eyes blindfolded by a black belt, letting Fu Li do as he pleased.

The next day, sunlight streamed in through the window.

Fu Li had already dressed and stood by the bed, coldly glaring at the person on it.

He instructed, "I'll see you once a month, just like last night. Keep your mouth shut, understand?"

Once the chilly atmosphere in the room had dissipated, Wufeng removed the blindfold from his eyes, a thoughtful expression on his face.

A month later, when Feng Fuli visited the side hall again, Wufeng did not immediately go to bed as ordered. Instead, he took out a booklet from a hidden compartment and presented it to the Demon Lord.

He said, "Your Majesty, I recently found this book while practicing my cultivation techniques. It explains the essentials of dual cultivation. I humbly request Your Majesty's permission, and I will certainly serve Your Majesty even better."

Upon hearing this, Fu Li first snorted coldly: "Cultivate with me? You think you're worthy?!"

Without a breeze, he remained unfazed and continued in his pose.

Fu Li reached out and took the booklet, casually flipping through a few pages. It was mostly filled with pictures, similar to erotic art, except that the pictures depicted two men.

He thought about it and realized that if he were alone, he would be a little tired after a whole night, so he finally agreed to give it a try.

"If you hurt me later, or do anything disrespectful, I will immediately break your legs and castrate your manhood!"

Wu Feng had grown accustomed to Feng Fu Li's threats of violence.

He bowed respectfully, his expression solemn and serious, as if he were about to carry out a top-secret mission. "Understood!"

However, when Fu Li got into bed and took off her clothes, she didn't see the deep, dark light that surged in the eyes of the man kneeling at the foot of the bed, and the hand at his side trembling slightly with excitement.

He started planning a month ago.

If it had only been a one-night stand with Feng Fuli, Wufeng wouldn't have had any desires for the time being. But the thought that this could last a long time made him want more.

She didn't want to be treated like a toy forever; she wanted to see a completely different look on the Venerable One's cold and languid face; she wanted to go to bliss with him and be his only man.

Human nature is inherently greedy. His desire for Feng Fuli was insatiable.

Filled with intense lust, he secretly watched the young man's well-proportioned, lean body and fair, jade-like skin gradually revealed as he removed his clothes, a dark fire flickering in his eyes.

Fu Li pointed to a picture on a page in the book and tossed it to him, saying, "Let's begin. If you're not capable, then don't stay by my side."

Wu Feng said "Yes" and then opened his collar.

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A satiating night.

The next day, Fu Li was so comfortable that he didn't get out of bed. As a result, the demon servants discovered that the Venerable One was not in the bedroom, and the guards in the side hall also noticed that Lord Wufeng went in and out again, bringing with him a meal for two.

The incident started when Fu Li didn't realize that the sun was already high in the sky. After waking up, he lazily said, "I'm hungry," and Wu Feng immediately jumped out of bed to find him something to eat.

Feng Fuli was already a cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage, and no longer needed to eat grains or other staple foods, nor did he feel hungry. He simply wanted to eat something after indulging in a night of revelry.

Whether Wufeng intentionally let the guards discover something was wrong, only he himself knows.

From that day on, news spread throughout the Demon Palace that the Venerable One had favored Lord Wufeng. However, no one was surprised; some people had expressions that said, "It was bound to happen sooner or later."

Fu Li was satisfied with the person's work, so she didn't pursue the matter, assuming that the people from the Demon Palace were just too gossipy and that it had been discovered by accident.

He's a hedonist with a consistently carefree attitude. Since things can't be changed for the time being, he might as well make himself comfortable.

Fu Li, having tasted the sweetness, became increasingly lustful, seeking out the male protagonist whenever she desired it.

Soon, he began to complain about the bed in the side hall—it was too narrow and difficult to stretch out.

So an order was issued, and the male protagonist moved into his own bedroom, while he would practice his martial arts in the side hall on weekdays.

This action essentially put their relationship out in the open, no longer hiding it. It's not uncommon for same-sex cultivators to become Daoist partners in the cultivation world, and it's even more common in the Demon Realm.

Everyone says that His Majesty has raised his own childhood sweetheart, and the Demon Palace might just produce a Demon Queen.

The afternoon sun scorched the earth, and the flowers and plants took advantage of the bright sunlight to grow wildly upwards, creating a vibrant and lush scene in the garden.

Feng Fuli lay on her side on the soft cushion under the shade of the tree, her eyes slightly intoxicated as she could easily reach the spiritual fruits and pastries on the small table with a gentle lift of her hand.

Her blouse was half-open at the chest, revealing a patch of fair skin with a rosy tint. Several faint teeth marks were imprinted on her collarbone, slightly red, adding a touch of ambiguous charm that made one blush and their heart race.

Fu Li had to admit that he had been a bit too indulgent these past few days. But it wasn't just about satisfying his desires; he also got to witness the system's impotent rage. Upon its return, it discovered Fu Li's affair with the male protagonist and immediately went berserk.

How could you sleep with the male lead?! This has completely messed up the plot!

Fu Li merely sneered, "Didn't you say you were going to ignore me? Are you satisfied with the situation now?"

The system fell silent. It had seen Fu Li's rebellious nature in the early stages and assumed that he would rather give up his cultivation than submit to someone else. However, it hadn't expected him to be so open-minded in this regard. It had miscalculated.

The light and shadow shifted slightly, and the sound of string and wind instruments drifted from afar; it was the musicians and dancers in the Demon Palace practicing.

Just then, the sound of boots rustling on the fallen leaves came from behind. Fu Li opened her eyes and saw Wu Feng walking towards her.

"You've arrived." Fu Li glanced at him lazily and gestured for him to come forward.

Without pausing, Wu Feng immediately stepped forward and respectfully bowed, saying, "Your Excellency, the mission to wipe out the Demonic Sect has ended. The remaining subordinates have also sounded out their intentions, and those people dare not harbor any further disloyalty."

Fu Li gave a soft "hmm" and said, "Well done," before beckoning.

Wu Feng immediately knelt down on the cushion and lowered his head to suck on the finger that he hadn't had time to retract.

This action did not anger Fu Li. Instead, he chuckled twice and said, "All these years, have you only learned how to seduce people?"

"Hmm? You're quite the charmer, aren't you?" he said, his fingers swirling between his lips and tongue, like teasing a fish playing in the water. He could feel the man's sudden, heavy breath spraying onto the back of his hand.

These days, their intimacy level has skyrocketed, and their relationship is no longer as clearly defined as before. Occasionally, Feng Fuli will indulge Wufeng's unrestrained behavior. The latter is more like a possessed spirit; as long as he stays by Feng Fuli's side, he can feel passion every moment.

Fu Li mostly enjoyed it, so she rarely argued with him.

Wu Feng looked at the fox-like eyes of the person on the cushion, which were gradually becoming dazed, and, on a whim, set up a barrier, took off his outer garment, and climbed onto the person.

The person beneath him offered only a token resistance before giving up under his onslaught and succumbing to his desires.

Two hours later, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.

The fox-eyed youth leaned lazily against the tree, his eyes glistening with moisture, his breath coming in short gasps, and his every glance exuding a captivating charm.

Behind him, a handsome young man lowered his head and carefully combed his long hair. His own long black hair cascaded down to his waist like a waterfall of ink.

In youth, one is unaware of love's meaning, yet combs one's hair to express affection.

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