CH 87

Chapter 87: Shadow of the Snake Lady



It was a stormy sea of a kiss, savagely slapping in his heart. It ebbed and flowed and the sound of the water swirled up. It was never ending… 



Song Qingshi couldn’t hold on anymore and whimpered, “St-stop…”



Feng Jun finally released his lips. He went down a bit lower and like a punishment, he sucked on his Adam’s apple, letting the tip of his tongue circle around it a couple of times, resolutely branding a love bite. Only then did he relax his grip on him.



“Ah,” Song Qingshi’s back involuntarily went taut and let out a faint cry. He hurriedly withdrew his hand and pushed away the guy in front of him who wanted to continue tasting his way down. “I’m not ready.”



“Why?” Feng Jun stared intently at him, his red eyes had a terrifying color. His reason was already stretched to the extreme. If Song Qingshi gave the wrong answer, he would fall sink into uncontrollable madness. 



Song Qingshi once again put on his robes for him. He tidied up his own clothes and smoothed his tousled hair. He said, distressed, “This kind of thing is very important. If you do it, you have to become Daoist companions. I feel that I like you. But my memory is a complete mess. There are a lot of things I’m not sure of. Only when I’ve figured it out can I touch you.”



What if he had accidentally incurred a peach blossom debt during the period of time that he couldn’t remember? What if he was some sort of slag man? Or if he had committed some crime? Some evil deed? What if he owed a lot of debts or something? How then would he be qualified to marry Feng Jun? Wouldn’t he just be taking advantage of him?



Moreover, he felt that an important matter such as this should be told to Yue Xiansheng. Yue Xiansheng treated him so well. He was like the closest person to him. He had a strong sense of trust and closeness towards Yue Xiansheng.



Feng Jun’s anger at having his desire interrupted dissipated. He asked, dazed, “You have amnesia, and you still like me?”



Why? He has changed his appearance. He has even donned on women’s clothing.



“I don’t know, but I have feelings for you,” Song Qingshi kissed him on the cheek. Remembering the affection writ all across his notebook, he smiled, “Maybe…no matter how many times I lose my memory, no matter what you change into, I will always fall in love with you at first sight.” He couldn’t run out of the other’s palm. So long as he lays eyes on him, he would always want to plunge right in.



Feng Jun thought for a long time. He touched the hickey on Song Qingshi’s Adam’s apple, and said, apologetically, “I was too rough, I…” He didn’t know why he had done such a bad thing. He obviously wanted to do this slowly, but when he ran across an opportunity, he took advantage of the other’s unwillingness to struggle desperately, and he reached for a yard after getting an inch, almost swallowing him whole.



Song Qingshi said, “It’s okay, I like it.” 



Feng Jun knew that he was the kind to unconsciously say sultry things and so he put up with the desire that Song Qingshi ignited. He wanted to tell him that the two of them had already done these things. It didn’t matter if he had forgotten them as long as he admitted to it. They would start anew. They’ll first officially be Daoist couples and set their status in stone. They would look into other matters later.



But how was Song Qingshi supposed to admit to it?



Feng Jun was a bit hesitant…

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He didn’t want to be Yue Wuhuan. He didn’t want to face the past. He didn’t want to make mistakes. He wanted to start over again…



“I don’t know,” Feng Jun clasped his sleeves tightly. He lowered his head, and begged, feeling pained, “Stop asking, okay? I like you, I really like you. You said before that I could be willful of……” 



Just when did he become so greedy? Wanting to ask for more and more, almost to the point of being uncontrollable. He wanted everything — a clean self, a clean young man, and a clean love. Even if it was obtained through a lie, it didn’t matter.



He smiled, almost cruelly and replied, “I have forgotten all the past, and there is nothing left.”



Anyone could hear that this was a lie, but he wanted to force the other to accept it.



“Don’t be sad. You can be willful,” Song Qingshi understood his intentions, and stopped asking. Instead, he gently comforted, “If my remembering will make you miserable, then…I don’t want to remember anymore…” 



Feng Jun asked softly, “Let’s start over?”



Song Qingshi replied affirmatively, “Let’s start over.”



Since the other party wanted to start over, he would properly chase after him again, earnestly date him, wait for that little shadow of uneasiness dissipate from his heart. Then, he’ll buy a ring, make a proper marriage proposal, and try to be a good Daoist companion.



Feng Jun once again tasted the peak of happiness. He sniffed the fragrance against the other’s neck and controlled his breathing. “I can still be patient.” 



Since he was so happy in his heart, he didn’t consider the final plan for the time being. Those two troublesome idiots can also be dealt with more leniently.



Song Qingshi took out his pen and paper and began to pen a letter.



Feng Jun glanced at it and found that it was addressed to Yue Xiansheng. He asked in surprise, “Why write to him?”



“He is very close to me and he’s a reliable elder. I like him very much.” Song Qingshi bit his pen and earnestly wrote the letter. “Now, I have met someone who I will seriously date and want to tell him about it. In the future, when we become Daoist companions, we’ll need a witness, won’t we?” 



Feng Jun suddenly fell from his happy cloud…



He felt that after the truth was exposed, he might just be done for.



If he “killed” Yue Xiansheng in advance, could he cover up this matter?



But, how would he kill him? 



What would he do if Song Qingshi feels sad and grieves?



…



Song Jincheng lay on the bed, shivering as he held tightly to his quilt.



Although he was a failure at actually doing anything, his eyesight and observation abilities were a lot better than ordinary people’s. His luck too was a lot worse than ordinary people’s…So when he got up to go to the bathroom, he saw a strange shadow on the opposite window. 



It was obviously Miss Feng Jun dragging the child named Xiao Bai into the room. Immediately after, the window shook and the shadow of a giant snake that occupied nearly the entire room appeared. He almost wanted to scream, thinking that Miss Feng Jun was being eaten by the snake. But… Miss Feng Jun’s shadow appeared next to the snake, and her shadow grew taller and taller, as tall as a man. Countless terrifying vine shadows stretched out from beside him, tightly wrapping around the spot where the snake’s heart should be…



The shadow of one person and one snake then instantly disappeared.



He hid behind a crack in the window and rubbed his eyes for a long time, suspecting that he had seen wrong.



After a long time, the door opened and Miss Feng Jun, looking smug, walked out of the room. Just as Song Jincheng was about to breathe a sigh of relief, just before Miss Feng Jun closed the door, there seemed to be a huge white snake’s tail swaying inside the room? Was it the very same snake as the one they had encountered this morning? 



There was no snake shadow on the window.



This..was this a barrier enchantment?



Who on earth was Miss Feng Jun?



Song Jincheng was reduced to a quail from fright. He watched as Miss Feng Jun, carrying ice cream, entered Song Qingshi’s room. He didn’t know how he was going to rescue his sworn brother from the monster… 



He lifted his courage and, pretending nothing was wrong, passed by Song Qingshi’s window. Then, glancing through the ajar window, he saw Miss Feng Jun embracing Song Qingshi and kissing him like mad. Song Qingshi, the idiot, was dazzled into being confused and disoriented. Did he still not know that he had encountered some sort of Snake Lady?



Brother, wake up! That is a monster disguised as a beautiful woman! She’s half a head taller than you, can easily deal with that monster of the giant snake, and she’s a man! So, you better give up all thoughts of eating him, or you’ll only wind up being eaten instead! According to the records written in the novels of his senior sisters’, this kind of monster would probably push you down on the bed, force you to submit, and do all sorts of indescribably cruel things. And once you’ve done it all, he’ll even eat you up! This… was a tragedy for the world!



Song Jincheng almost fainted…



Don’t blame him for not having the courage to rush in to save Song Qingshi. Even if he had, he would only be giving the Snake Lady a two-for-one offer. It was no good. 



He could only pray silently, hoping that this monster was out only for sex and not to kill. Tomorrow morning, if Qingshi Xiongdi still had breath, he would try to rescue him from danger and escape.



Alas, why was Qingshi Xiongdi born under such an ill-fated star? Not only did he lose his memory, have his cultivation base fall, forget the name of his goddess, he even managed to provoke such a terrifying thing. This luck… was worse than even his own.



Song Jincheng tossed and turned, staring at Song Qingshi’s door. He stayed up until dawn but still didn’t see Feng Jun come out. He sighed more and more, feeling that Song Qingshi must have been tossed about all night, fearing that things were already hopeless.



After thinking about it, he decided to write a letter to Yue Xiansheng, describing in detail what he had seen and heard, stating that even he himself might not escape. If this letter ends up being his last testament, he begged Yue Xiansheng to tell his parents not to be sad and to kill the monster to avenge the both of them. 



Song Jincheng secretly sent the letter off with a sound transmission bird. Hiding under his quilt, he waited for his tragic fate to descend.



When the sun was three poles high, Feng Jun finally walked out of the room, looking very content. He then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.



Song Jincheng seized the opportunity and sneaked in to look for Song Qingshi. He saw Song Qingshi lying exhausted on the couch, wrapped in a quilt. His long hair was messy, his eyes were red and had a lifeless look in them. There was also a very deep love bite on his Adam’s apple. It seemed that he had been tossed about up all night and was unable to get any sleep. Song Jincheng put himself in his shoes. He thought about a big man encountering this kind of thing and was afraid that he would be having thoughts of committing suicide. He quickly persuaded, “Qingshi Xiongdi, pull yourself together. There is no pit in the world that can’t be crawled out of.”



Song Qingshi turned around to look at him. He forced a smile and said, “It’s nothing, it’s just a bit difficult…” 



Seeing him forcing himself to smile, Song Jincheng was almost brought to tears. “You have suffered.”



Song Qingshi comforted, “It’s okay, I can slowly adapt.”



“No, don’t adapt to it,” Song Jincheng took his hand and said anxiously, “I have already prepared our luggage and the spirit horses. We’ll go before that guy comes back!”



Song Qingshi was inexplicably being dragged away. Last night, after laying bare each other’s thoughts, Feng Jun gave him a lot of the latest pharmaceutical research and interesting talisman diagrams. The two lay in bed and studied happily all night. Pharmacology was not difficult for him. He could easily work out the theory after looking at the prescription. In comparison, talisman diagrams were a lot more difficult. He felt that he was behind the times and a bit unable to keep up. He needed to work hard to adapt slowly and learn again. 



Song Jincheng urged, “Hurry up, or it will be too late.”



Seeing him so nervous, Song Qingshi also felt a sense of crisis. “Okay, I’ll call Feng Jun and Xiao Bai.”



Song Jincheng almost passed out. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain.



Suddenly, the window was pushed open. 



Feng Jun looked at him with terrifying eyes.