BAAF Chapter 133 Extra

The sound of rain pattered continuously throughout the Sword Sect.

 

In a dimly lit cave dwelling, a man sat cross-legged, his long hair flowing loose, surrounded by faint black mist. Under the interference of the chaotic rain sounds outside, cold sweat continuously seeped from his forehead.

 

The spiritual energy in the cave condensed, and Yu Fusheng opened his eyes, a flash of blood-red passing through them.

 

He awoke from his nightmare, lightly touching his forehead, his fingertips dampened with cold sweat. The hair at his temples brushed across his cheeks, concealing his obscure gaze.

 

The higher his cultivation, the stronger his heart demon became. If this continued, forget about transcending tribulation and ascending; going astray was only a matter of time.

 

Yu Fusheng’s eyelids lowered. As he pondered, he unconsciously listened to the rain for half an hour. As the rain sounds gradually diminished, he was about to continue cultivating when suddenly, as if sensing something, he extended his spiritual awareness.

 

Author’s note: Outside the cave, a white-robed figure silently appeared under a tree, standing in the misty rain curtain, dark hair flowing loose, a bright cinnabar mark adorning the space between his brows, his temperament cold and otherworldly.

 

Yu Fusheng’s eyes widened slightly, and he instinctively pressed the back of his hand.

 

It hurt.

 

Not an imagined person.

 

Usually, it was always he who sought out Fang Zhongqing; this was the first time Fang Zhongqing had come looking for him.

 

The gloom surrounding Yu Fusheng’s brow dispersed, the corner of his lips curving slightly as he rose to go out and greet him. But soon, his movements paused, his expression gradually darkening.

 

Fang Zhongqing stared at his cave dwelling with no intention of entering, his brows slightly furrowed, his face showing a confused expression.

 

Yu Fusheng had known Fang Zhongqing since he was thirteen, and after decades of deep friendship, he was extremely familiar with his every move. Moreover, Fang Zhongqing never concealed his emotions. Almost instantly, Yu Fusheng guessed his purpose through his demeanor.

 

For some reason, Fang Zhongqing had discovered his feelings.

 

Yu Fusheng’s guess was correct. Fang Zhongqing’s late-night visit was indeed because he had learned of something.

 

His little disciple had returned from training and brought various storybooks and illustrated albums to entertain him in his leisure time. Fang Zhongqing had read a few books but preferred albums depicting landscapes, so he specifically chose those.

 

Tonight, in the album he picked up, two people were undressing and entwined together.

 

Fang Zhongqing didn’t understand, so he went to ask his little disciple.

 

Then he saw his little disciple snap the album shut with a “bang.” Usually able to lie without blushing or skipping a beat, this time his face reddened as he muttered that the shopkeeper had carelessly included inappropriate items, quickly explaining that Master need not look at such things!

 

Fang Zhongqing asked why.

 

The fifteen-year-old Shen Liuxiang, red-faced and flustered, stammered about dual cultivation.

 

Dual cultivation was a cultivation method that Fang Zhongqing naturally knew about, but having never been interested, he hadn’t delved deeply into it. However, he noticed that before dual cultivation, the two people in the illustration had pressed their lips together.

 

Fang Zhongqing recalled doing this with Yu Fusheng. After some thought, things he had previously overlooked flooded into his mind, and he realized something was amiss.

 

“Why are they doing this?” Fang Zhongqing opened the album, pointing at the kissing couple.

 

“Master! Don’t open it again!” Shen Liuxiang snatched back the album while explaining, “Of course it’s because they like each other; only those who like each other can do this!”

 

Fang Zhongqing’s expression changed, and he was stunned for a moment: “Because they like each other… does Yu Fusheng know this?”

 

Busy destroying the album to prevent his senior brother from discovering he had shown such things to their master, Shen Liuxiang casually replied: “Even I know this, so naturally the Sword Truth Daoist would too.”

 

Fang Zhongqing frowned: “Why are you so certain? Perhaps he, like me, doesn’t know.”

 

“Senior Brother says Master is different; the less he knows about matters other than cultivation, the better,” Shen Liuxiang thought for a moment. “The Sword Truth Daoist doesn’t need such protection; he surely knows these common things.”

 

Fang Zhongqing’s heart immediately became chaotic, and he hesitated for a long time in his room.

 

According to his little disciple, Yu Fusheng had feelings for him. After much thought, Fang Zhongqing came to the Sword Sect under the cover of night, intending to use astrology divination on Yu Fusheng.

 

But he still had doubts in his heart and hesitated to enter the cave dwelling.

 

Yu Fusheng had neither deliberately hidden his feelings nor intentionally revealed them. After all, given Fang Zhongqing’s slowness in understanding such matters, he wouldn’t be surprised if Fang Zhongqing never noticed.

 

He had imagined how he would respond if Fang Zhongqing ever discovered his feelings-perhaps he would lose his usual calm composure, perhaps he would deny it vehemently to avoid their relationship becoming estranged. But now that the moment had truly arrived, Yu Fusheng found himself much more composed than he had imagined.

 

He remained unhurried and calm, even leisurely brewing tea.

 

Outside, a fine rain fell continuously. Inside the cave dwelling, a faint tea fragrance wafted. Yu Fusheng stared at the steam rising from the cup, his fingertips tapping on the table, his spiritual sense enveloping the figure under the tree, quietly waiting for the other’s decision.

 

Like waiting for a verdict.

 

But until dawn, that person still hesitated in place.

 

Yu Fusheng’s fingertips traced the cold rim of the cup. In the silence, he suddenly laughed.

 

Fang Zhongqing had always been decisive in his actions; he had never seen him like this before. Though he had clearly made a decision in his heart, he still hesitated, unwilling to take a step forward, thus getting soaked in the rain for quite some time.

 

Yu Fusheng shook his head slightly, picked up a black fur coat, and vanished from his spot.

 

The surrounding spiritual energy rippled slightly. Before Fang Zhongqing could react, a fur coat was draped over him.

 

He raised his head slightly, his long eyelashes hanging with fine raindrops, staring at the tall figure that suddenly appeared. After a moment of silence, he said: “I want to use astrology divination on you.”

 

Yu Fusheng knew this technique. When he accepted Lan Xiaosheng as his disciple, Fang Zhongqing had taught this technique to him as a gift. It was said to use the power of night stars to know the past and glimpse the future.

 

“It’s almost dawn.”

 

Fang Zhongqing said: “It doesn’t matter.”

 

Yu Fusheng’s cultivation was already extremely high. Trying to divine his fate would be as difficult as climbing to heaven. Without his consent, even Fang Zhongqing couldn’t be sure of successfully performing the technique, which was why he had come to obtain permission, asking Yu Fusheng not to interfere.

 

“What do you want to divine about me,” Yu Fusheng’s gaze fell on him, “my romantic fate?”

 

Fang Zhongqing’s expression froze: “No, no.”

 

He had never lied before. This was his first time, and under Yu Fusheng’s intense gaze. After speaking, the tips of his ears flushed red, his cheeks heated, and he dryly repeated that it wasn’t so.

 

He usually saw his little disciple lie seamlessly, making it look extremely easy. When it came to himself, he didn’t know why it was so difficult.

 

Fang Zhongqing sighed dejectedly, about to confess, when he heard the person in front of him say: “Go ahead.”

 

Yu Fusheng’s feelings were complex. He hadn’t expected Fang Zhongqing to try to deceive him. This person had once said that with a clear conscience, there was no need to lie, yet now he was lying to him.

 

Having received permission, Fang Zhongqing sat on the ground. His jade-white hand waved, and several black stones appeared floating in the air.

 

Just as he was about to cast the spell, Yu Fusheng crouched down, gripping his fair wrist, staring into his clear eyes: “You should know that I would never refuse anything you ask, so there’s no need to lie to me.”

 

Fang Zhongqing was momentarily stunned, then nodded: “Alright.”

 

The surroundings fell silent as Fang Zhongqing concentrated on manipulating the black stones.

 

Yu Fusheng stood beside him. The rain that had fallen all night had stopped, and a cool morning breeze blew past, causing the tree branches above them to rustle.

 

“Drip-”

 

Rainwater slid from between the leaves and branches, dripping one by one from the leaf tips, coincidentally falling on Fang Zhongqing’s head, dampening his dark hair.

 

Yu Fusheng looked up and raised his hand.

 

Sword Sect disciples were always diligent. Before the hour of Chen, figures practicing sword techniques could be seen everywhere. Among them, a young man walked hurriedly.

 

Ning Runxin, with a joyful expression, rushed toward Yu Fusheng’s dwelling. Having just had a breakthrough, he was eager to inform his master. As he approached the cave dwelling, he unexpectedly saw two figures under a tree.

 

Among them, a white-robed man sat cross-legged, wearing a familiar fur coat. Though he had never seen this person before, even from a distance, he was stunningly beautiful.

 

Ning Runxin instinctively stopped, wondering who this person was. As he observed, he saw his master standing nearby, slowly extending his hand above the white-robed man’s head.

 

While Ning Runxin was puzzled, his eyes caught a drop of water sliding from a leaf, intercepted by Yu Fusheng’s outstretched palm.

 

Ning Runxin paused, his eyes widening slightly, his gaze suddenly shifting to Yu Fusheng’s face.

 

His master was…

 

Half a cup of tea later, Fang Zhongqing put away the black stones, his brows slightly furrowed.

 

Yu Fusheng withdrew his hand, wiping the water from his palm with a silk handkerchief. As expected, Fang Zhongqing hadn’t seen anything: “Your mind is in chaos. Even if there were results from the divination, they wouldn’t be accurate.”

 

Fang Zhongqing was surprised: “Is it in chaos?”

 

Yu Fusheng: “Yes, it is.” Otherwise, he wouldn’t avoid meeting his gaze when facing him.

 

Fang Zhongqing’s heart sank slightly. Since childhood, his mental stability had far surpassed his peers, earning praise from both his grand-master and master, making his path of cultivation particularly smooth. This was the first time he had heard someone say his mind was in chaos.

 

With the astrology divination ineffective, he could discern nothing from Yu Fusheng. Apart from asking directly, there was no other way: “Today I learned that only people who like each other can kiss. Did you know this?”

 

Yu Fusheng said: “Of course I knew.”

 

Fang Zhongqing’s expression changed slightly: “Then you…”

 

Yu Fusheng narrowed his long eyes: “Zhongqing, have you forgotten that you kissed me first?”

 

Fang Zhongqing recalled briefly, his expression changing: “I…”

 

“Speaking of which, shouldn’t you take responsibility for me,” Yu Fusheng leaned forward, approaching with great pressure, “I responded because I thought Zhongqing liked me. Was that wrong?”

 

Fang Zhongqing stared at the face so close to his, somewhat at a loss: “I’m sorry. If I had known earlier, I would never have done so.”

 

Since childhood, he hadn’t known what liking or love was. He only remembered his master saying that “emotion” was the most disturbing thing; once entangled, it was hard to break free, destroying one’s mental state and damaging one’s dao heart.

 

Being alone was the best way to cultivate the Dao.

 

He said: “We should focus on cultivation and not be disturbed by these irrelevant matters.”

 

“Irrelevant…”

 

Yu Fusheng’s voice deepened: “Now that you know I like you, you think it’s irrelevant?”

 

Fang Zhongqing nodded slightly.

 

For cultivators, their lifelong pursuit was the great Dao; everything else was unimportant.

 

He wanted to tell his close friend not to be entangled in love. Looking at all those who had successfully ascended throughout history, none had been trapped in it. The deeper one fell, the harder it would be to sever karmic ties before ascending-all harm and no benefit.

 

However, before he could speak, Yu Fusheng laughed coldly, turning his head so that his expression couldn’t be seen: “Fine, I’ll focus on cultivation then, and won’t do any more irrelevant things.”

 

Fang Zhongqing’s expression relaxed slightly, but then he heard Yu Fusheng say: “Promise me one thing too.”

 

Fang Zhongqing said: “I’m very capable; I can do anything.”

 

Yu Fusheng lowered his long eyelashes, clenching his slender fingers, and said word by word: “Don’t appear before me again. Stay far away.”

 

Fang Zhongqing was stunned for a moment: “Why?”

 

Yu Fusheng kept his eyelids lowered, hiding the coldness in his eyes: “Because I suddenly find you distasteful.”

 

Fang Zhongqing’s face paled.

 

Hiding in the shadows, Ning Runxin watched as the white-robed man returned the fur coat to his master and vanished. His master threw the coat to the ground, his expression terrifyingly grim, one hand supporting himself against the tree trunk, his distinct five fingers curling to leave bloody marks on the bark.

 

Ning Runxin approached with concern, but before he could get close, Yu Fusheng also disappeared.

 

***

 

Since the death of the new Demon Lord, various demon kings had been fighting for the position of supreme lord for over ten years. Conflicts were rampant throughout cities and regions, with Halberd City being the site of the fiercest struggles.

 

In this city, regardless of right or wrong, strength was supreme. Those with high cultivation ruled everything, enjoying the submission of thousands.

 

It was a place of notorious reputation, yet one that countless people aspired to reach.

 

Tonight, a tall figure appeared in Halberd City. Almost the moment he stepped into the city, the gazes of all demonic cultivators converged on him.

 

A spine-chilling spiritual force swept across the entire city, announcing the arrival of a new king.

 

Yu Fusheng narrowed his long eyes, inhaling the bloody scent permeating the air. His pupils gradually reddened, feeling an unprecedented exhilaration.

 

Such a place of slaughter suited him. What was the Sword Truth Daoist? What was the leader of the righteous path? Those prestigious titles only shackled him and were utterly useless! He had long been disgusted by them!

 

Now with cultivation at the pinnacle of the continent, he was no longer the obscure Sword Sect disciple of the past. What couldn’t he obtain if he wanted it? Why obsess over someone like Fang Zhongqing?

 

Surrounded by demonic energy, Yu Fusheng looked down at the crimson color in his hand, thinking that following his heart demon might not be so bad-at least it was quite enjoyable.

 

Within three days, the Three Realms knew that someone had unified Halberd City in the demon realm, becoming its supreme ruler. Everyone believed the demon realm was about to welcome a new lord, bringing the demon realm, which had been dormant for decades, to unprecedented prosperity.

 

But after slaughtering all who opposed him, this lord spent his days drinking and seeking pleasure in his mansion, seemingly without great ambition.

 

Halberd City remained peaceful for several days before welcoming another white-robed man.

 

Fang Zhongqing entered Halberd City. There were no guards at the city gate. The streets were filled with an unknown fragrance, and chaotic music that stirred restlessness in one’s heart.

 

“Is this friend new to Halberd City?” A woman of enchanting beauty approached, swaying her slender waist.

 

Fang Zhongqing saw through the demonic energy around her at a glance and frowned slightly. However, he didn’t say anything, just nodded: “I’m looking for someone.”

 

After leaving the Sword Sect that day, Fang Zhongqing felt something was wrong with Yu Fusheng, but having promised not to see him, he obediently stayed at Changyuan Peak.

 

Within two days, Sword Sect Master Lan Xiaosheng came seeking help.

 

Yu Fusheng’s whereabouts were unknown, a fact known only to a few. Lan Xiaosheng had tried using astrology divination to find him, but Yu Fusheng detected it and shattered the black stones in response.

 

Lan Xiaosheng had no choice but to come to Changyuan Peak to ask if Fang Zhongqing knew anything.

 

Fang Zhongqing also tried using astrology divination. The black stones weren’t shattered, but he couldn’t find Yu Fusheng’s whereabouts, only vaguely pointing toward the demon realm. Today, he happened to hear a conversation between his two disciples about a lord emerging in Halberd City in the demon realm, whose fame was spreading rapidly.

 

For some reason, Fang Zhongqing instinctively felt it was Yu Fusheng and hurried there.

 

“So you’re looking for someone,” the woman who approached Fang Zhongqing smiled lightly. “I know everyone in the city. Who are you looking for?”

 

“Surname Yu,” Fang Zhongqing raised his hand to his forehead, lifting it slightly higher. “A bit taller than me, with extremely high cultivation.”

 

After he spoke, the woman before him giggled, probably not expecting Fang Zhongqing to truly believe she knew, finding it extremely amusing. She reached out to grab Fang Zhongqing’s arm, pressing her entire body against him.

 

She opened her beautiful eyes, looking at Fang Zhongqing’s cold, fair face with near infatuation. Her fingertips traced his jawline as she clicked her tongue in admiration: “It’s not even a disguise technique. Such a premium specimen, surely worth a sky-high price.”

 

Fang Zhongqing pushed her away, thinking to himself that demonic cultivators must all be this eccentric.

 

The woman wasn’t angered by being pushed away. She raised her slender jade hands and clapped twice. Dozens of figures appeared on the street, surrounding Fang Zhongqing.

 

“Seize him!”

 

In a spacious, bright room, Yu Fusheng sat with his hair unbound, head tilted to one side, his loose robe wide open. His fingers aimlessly swirled a wine cup. In his boredom, he sensed an extremely familiar spiritual energy.

 

The swirling wine cup paused, then was crushed to powder.

 

On the street near the city gate, a group of demonic cultivators turned pale with fear and retreated.

 

Fang Zhongqing dispatched those attacking him with a single move, then looked at the beautiful demonic cultivator sprawled somewhat pathetically on the ground.

 

Certain of her harmful intentions toward him, Fang Zhongqing decided not to hold back, preparing to send this demonic cultivator to meet those already flattened on the ground in the underworld. As he channeled his spiritual energy, the spiritual energy in heaven and earth suddenly stagnated, and a familiar figure appeared.

 

The woman, who had been ashen-faced moments ago, saw this and exclaimed joyfully: “Lord! Lord, save me!”

 

Yu Fusheng didn’t even look at her, his gaze falling on the figure he hadn’t seen for days, his narrow eyes filled with gloom.

 

“This is not a place you should come to.”

 

Hearing the words “Lord,” Fang Zhongqing’s expression changed, the vague uneasiness in his heart becoming reality.

 

He stepped forward to grab Yu Fusheng’s hand, turning to lead him away.

 

If news spread that the Sword Sect’s grand-master was claiming kingship in the demon realm, one could imagine what enormous waves it would cause throughout the Three Realms. Yu Fusheng’s status and reputation in the cultivation world would collapse overnight, leaving him without a foothold anywhere.

 

Fang Zhongqing said: “Come with me. This is not a place you should be either.”

 

His slender fingers tightened, firmly gripping Yu Fusheng’s cold hand, but in the next moment, it was suddenly flung away.

 

Yu Fusheng seemed as if burned by the warmth of his hand, breaking free with a sweep of his sleeve. His face darkened as he stood motionless, his expression full of impatience: “I told you, I don’t want to see you again.”

 

Fang Zhongqing frowned: “Why is there demonic energy on you? Come back with me and we’ll find a way.”

 

Yu Fusheng closed his eyes with extreme weariness, then opened them again. An uncontrollable irritation surged in his heart, his expression mixed with resentment: “After all, there’s no relationship between us. Why do you act like a savior?”

 

Fang Zhongqing heard the resentment in his words and was slightly stunned. He opened his mouth: “…This place isn’t good. I just want to take you away.”

 

“There’s no need!”

 

A vein bulged on Yu Fusheng’s forehead, his narrow eyes filling with ferocious bloodshot.

 

He doesn’t like me.

 

Fine.

 

He had let go, stayed far away. What more did he want? Why appear before him so ostentatiously? Did he really think he wouldn’t harm him?!

 

Yu Fusheng raised his hand, summoning several black-robed demonic cultivators: “Drive this person out of the city, regardless of whether he lives or dies! If you can’t drive him out, whoever can injure him in Halberd City will be richly rewarded! Whoever injures him the most, I’ll give the entire city as a reward!”

 

After speaking, Yu Fusheng left with a sweep of his sleeve.

 

The entire Halberd City instantly fell into chaos, with everyone targeting Fang Zhongqing.

 

By nightfall, the clamor in the city gradually subsided.

 

Under the bright moonlight, Fang Zhongqing, in white robes as pure as snow, without a trace of blood, arrived at Yu Fusheng’s door.

 

Having already reached the Grand Completion realm, these people posed no threat to him. The reason it took so long to resolve was because he controlled his power to avoid causing a massacre.

 

Yu Fusheng knew that even if all the demonic cultivators in the city gathered, they would be no match for Fang Zhongqing. He did this only to test how determined Fang Zhongqing was.

 

The moment Fang Zhongqing pushed open the door, Yu Fusheng’s lips curved into a smile, indistinguishable between mockery and joy.

 

Though uninjured, Fang Zhongqing had expended considerable spiritual energy, his face slightly pale as he said: “If you stay too long, someone will eventually recognize you. Come back with me quickly.”

 

“It doesn’t matter if they recognize me. I don’t care,” Yu Fusheng put down his teacup, speaking in a flat tone. “I’m doing well now. Why are you so insistent?”

 

Fang Zhongqing pressed his lips together: “You’re not well now.”

 

Yu Fusheng snorted, turning his back to him, not bothering to argue whether he was well or not. His slender fingers tapped on the rosewood table, producing a heavy sound.

 

“I told you never to let me see you again. Why have you come?”

 

Fang Zhongqing said: “To find you.”

 

“You’ve found me, and I’ve said I don’t need your help. Why haven’t you left yet,” Yu Fusheng said. “If others make a choice, you don’t interfere, right? Why are you interfering with my decision?”

 

Fang Zhongqing was silent for a moment, staring at Yu Fusheng’s back, not knowing how to explain.

 

He remembered when he was young, once while out with his master, he was captured by a demonic cultivator. That demonic cultivator was no match for him in strength but was cunning and treacherous. He carelessly fell for a trick, and by the time he realized the other wanted to harm him, it was too late.

 

That demonic cultivator seemed to want to eat him but was reluctant to do so immediately, so he hid him away.

 

Within half an hour of his disappearance, the entire Qinglin Sect was searching for him, turning that area upside down without finding a trace.

 

 

Several great demons had become subjects of investigation by the Qinglin Sect, but as days passed, they still couldn’t find his whereabouts.

 

At that time, Fang Zhongqing was locked in a cold, damp place where he couldn’t see his fingers in front of him, with no idea how much time had passed outside.

 

By the tenth day, when everyone in the Qinglin Sect was nearing despair, Yu Fusheng found him.

 

Fang Zhongqing heard movement above him and looked up to see a beam of light pouring down. The sudden brightness made it almost impossible for him to open his eyes after being in darkness for so long.

 

In his blurry vision, he saw a youth with reddened eyes peering into the hole.

 

Yu Fusheng leaped down, tore apart the spiritual ropes binding his wrists and ankles, and before Fang Zhongqing could react, embraced him tightly, as if wanting to knead him into his bones and blood.

 

Pressed against Yu Fusheng’s chest, Fang Zhongqing felt the heart there beating as if about to burst out. He blinked in confusion, wondering why Yu Fusheng’s emotions were so intense. At this moment, Yu Fusheng said to him: “Don’t be afraid. It’s alright now.”

 

Fang Zhongqing said: “I’m not afraid.”

 

This was the truth. Since childhood, his perception had been weaker than others, and he rarely experienced various emotions. Even if he were to die the next second, he wouldn’t feel the slightest fear.

 

However, he didn’t like this gloomy, dark place.

 

Hearing his answer, Yu Fusheng’s thin lips trembled, forcing an extremely ugly smile: “But I’m afraid… knowing you’re not afraid makes me even more afraid.”

 

Fang Zhongqing couldn’t understand why Yu Fusheng was afraid when it was he who had been confined in this place with his life hanging in the balance.

 

He thought for a moment, then raised his hand to pat Yu Fusheng’s shoulder comfortingly, changing the subject: “How did you find me?”

 

“Because I know you’re a fool!”

 

Yu Fusheng tightened his arms, holding him firmly in his embrace, both helpless and gritting his teeth.

 

“Even with great demons, given your cultivation level, you shouldn’t have been taken away without a sound. The only reason there was no disturbance is that you were foolishly tricked away! They only investigated the great demons, not even glancing at the cunning, treacherous minor demons. How could they find you?”

 

He had been at the Sword Sect, and if the matter hadn’t escalated, he wouldn’t even have known Fang Zhongqing was missing. Perhaps by the time he found out, Fang Zhongqing would have been nothing but a pile of bones.

 

The youth frowned, his eyes filled with gloom.

 

Fang Zhongqing opened his mouth, wanting to say he wasn’t a fool-everyone called him a genius.

 

But as the words reached his lips, perhaps influenced by the youth’s emotions, he closed his mouth and glumly grunted an “Mm,” accepting the label.

 

Fang Zhongqing thought to himself, last time it was Yu Fusheng who found him and took him away from a place he didn’t like; this time it was his turn.

 

But Yu Fusheng was unwilling to go with him, as if he was sulking.

 

Fang Zhongqing wasn’t good at persuading or coaxing people. Apart from dryly asking him to come back, he couldn’t think of anything else.

 

As he pondered, Yu Fusheng drew closer.

 

His gaze was dark. The door had closed at some point, and with Yu Fusheng so close, the spacious room suddenly felt cramped.

 

Fang Zhongqing felt somewhat uncomfortable and tried to step back, but his elbow was grabbed. At the same time, Yu Fusheng turned his head and suddenly bit his earlobe.

 

Yu Fusheng lowered his eyelids, restraining Fang Zhongqing’s struggle as he held the soft, fair earlobe between his teeth, breaking the delicate skin and tasting the sweet, metallic flavor.

 

A drop of crimson blood formed a bead, falling from Fang Zhongqing’s reddened earlobe.

 

Yu Fusheng’s tongue flicked out, drawing the blood bead into his mouth.

 

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Author’s note: Sorry for the long wait ≥﹏≤

 

Although I’ve completed several books before, this is my first time writing extras, and I’m not good at controlling the word count. Just the (Fang X Yu) part has over 30,000 words… I’m very sorry to have kept everyone waiting for so long ≥﹏≤

 

After the (Fang X Yu) extra is complete, it will be (Emperor Father) (￣ ε(#￣)

 

(East Wilderness Little Black Dragon) is suitable to be changed into small segments, updated irregularly (￣ε(#￣)

 

The (Modern) extra also has a lot of words and is taking a long time to complete. I plan to update it all at once when finished, which might take a very long time. Please be patient (￣ε(#￣)

 

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