WTCPG 13

Mi Dao was packed and taken back to the Demon Realm by Wei Yaoshuo. It was likely to prevent Mi Dao from running away again, so Wei Yaoshuo restrained Mi Dao’s body and carried him back horizontally.

Because his body couldn’t move and Wei Yaoshuo held him tightly, Mi Dao’s face was pressed against Wei Yaoshuo’s neck the entire time. He couldn’t smell anything because the wind was too strong, but instead, he stared at Wei Yaoshuo’s Adam’s apple for quite a while.

Mi Dao thought to himself, “I’ve heard that men with big Adam’s apples are more capable in that regard.”

The system responded indifferently. “Oh.” 

It didn’t want to hear this at all.

Mi Dao briefly reminisced, his face turning red, and he commented with a bit of approval. “I think that theory makes sense. Look, Wei Yaoshuo’s Adam’s apple is quite big.”

The system paused for a moment, then smiled, “Yes, host, you make a good point. Your Adam’s apple is quite small.”

Mi Dao: “…Just go away.”

The system: “Heh.”

At first, Mi Dao thought Wei Yaoshuo would take him back to the Demon Palace, but to his surprise, he was taken to the Southern Lord’s territory and entered the Lord’s city. It wasn’t until Wei Yaoshuo’s subordinates greeted him that Mi Dao realized—

“He’s actually the Southern Lord?!” 

Mi Dao was stunned, and after a moment of silence, he said gloomily, “System, you can’t do this.”

The system thought Mi Dao was upset because his script had been tampered with, so it felt a bit guilty and wanted to apologize on behalf of all the programs. But before it could say anything, Mi Dao indignantly exclaimed, “How could you give him such an ordinary face? If he looked better, I’d have long since bent the rules and slept with him!”

The system: “…” 

It never had any sympathy for this brat.

Upon learning that “Wei Yaoshuo is the Southern Lord,” Mi Dao finally understood. The hidden script had been triggered the moment he saved Wei Yaoshuo at the beginning.

Since Wei Yaoshuo had fallen in love with Ye Wuchang, he would undoubtedly follow him to the ends of the earth. Ye Wuchang returned to the Demon Realm to become the Demon Lord, and it was natural for Wei Yaoshuo to follow him. 

Moreover, Wei Yaoshuo was a classic black-bellied, scheming boy, so it made sense that he would leave himself a way out, hiding his true identity and entering the Demon Realm in secret.

Now, considering all the deeds of the Southern Lord over the past decade and attributing them to Wei Yaoshuo—well, the case was solved.

Everything had been planned out clearly.

A wave of sorrow surged in Mi Dao’s heart.

Wei Yaoshuo carried Mi Dao to his private chambers, made him sit by the bed, and released the body-binding spell.

With the restraints gone, Mi Dao still didn’t move, just watching as Wei Yaoshuo knelt down in front of him, took hold of his lower leg, and began carefully removing his boots.

The two of them remained silently in sync, the only sound in the air being the friction of fabric.

Wei Yaoshuo’s hand was warm, even a bit hot, as it transferred its heat through the thin layers of clothing. After removing the boots, Wei Yaoshuo didn’t withdraw his hand but instead followed the inner contour, tracing upwards.

A wave of tingling ran straight up Mi Dao’s spine, and he visibly shivered, quickly pressing down on Wei Yaoshuo’s hand.

Wei Yaoshuo obediently stopped. He smiled, his demeanor unchanged, as if nothing had happened in the ice cave. “Senior Brother, what’s wrong?”

Mi Dao paused, furrowing his brow. “Ah Shuo, I’ve returned, so… has the demon army… retreated?”

When Wei Yaoshuo had carried him through the hall earlier, he hadn’t deliberately revealed Mi Dao’s identity. At that time, Mi Dao had been immobilized and couldn’t speak, so although he had intended to release his Demon Lord aura, he didn’t expect that Wei Yaoshuo would sense it and immediately suppress it.

From the reports from Wei Yaoshuo’s subordinates, the Eastern and Western Lords were advancing smoothly with their armies from both the north and south, and the Northern Lord had encountered Daoists from the Sun and Heaven sect along the Demon Realm’s border, waiting for instructions—there was no mistaking the respect and awe in their words. Although Wei Yaoshuo was still technically the Southern Lord, his status in the Demon Tribe, in this world where the strong devoured the weak, might even surpass that of the Demon Lord, Mi Dao.

A bad feeling started to settle in Mi Dao’s heart—Wei Yaoshuo was likely trying to hide the fact that the Demon Lord had returned to the Demon Realm and continue attacking the Sun and Heaven sect, possibly even aiming to harm his obedient son…

Sure enough, after hearing his question, Wei Yaoshuo paused for two seconds, then grasped Mi Dao’s hand and looked at him with a smile. “Ah Shuo promised Senior Brother not to kill that person. Don’t you trust me, Senior Brother?”

He had promised not to kill that person.

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make a move against the Sun and Heaven sect, nor that he would let that person go unscathed. If that person had hurt Senior Brother in any way, Wei Yaoshuo would make them pay tenfold!

Mi Dao knew Wei Yaoshuo all too well and could immediately detect the violent cruelty hidden behind his gentle smile.

Holy crap, this guy’s serious…

Mi Dao could tell that Ye Wuchang wouldn’t fail to notice this either. So, he feigned panic, suddenly shaking off Wei Yaoshuo’s hand and standing up. He was both alarmed and angry. “Ah Shuo! You can’t do this!—I have an order, retreat the army! Immediately!”

Mi Dao hurriedly spoke, taking two steps forward when suddenly Wei Yaoshuo locked him from behind with immense strength. His arm was firm and powerful, and his scorching breath lingered at Mi Dao’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Let go! Ah Shuo!” Mi Dao struggled twice, but Wei Yaoshuo didn’t budge.

“Why?” 

Wei Yaoshuo’s voice was rich like wine, deep in Mi Dao’s ear, “Why can’t I? Senior Brother clearly said earlier that as long as I don’t kill him, Senior Brother would listen to me—do you want to go back on your word?”

Mi Dao clenched his fist, angry. “You grew up in the Sun and Heaven sect. Your senior brothers treated you well. How can you—”

“Treated me well?” Wei Yaoshuo interrupted, letting out a soft laugh. His gaze towards Mi Dao became more intense, filled with deep emotion. 

He kissed Mi Dao’s pale neck with affection and said, “From childhood to now, the only one who treated me well was you, Senior Brother.”

Mi Dao froze.

“Senior Brother, do you know?” 

Wei Yaoshuo’s low voice seeped into his ear, “They’ve bullied me, humiliated me, harmed me, even tried to take my life—I didn’t mind at all. The only thing I couldn’t stand was them hurting you.”

The more Wei Yaoshuo spoke, the tighter he held Mi Dao, and his voice grew darker. “If anyone dares to harm you even a little, Ah Shuo will make them pay a hundred times over. If anyone dares to take your life, Ah Shuo will slaughter their entire family.”

“Senior Brother, remember this: if one day you die for someone, I will make sure that person goes down with you.”

As he spoke, there was not a trace of a smile in his eyes.

 

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