Song Jincheng wanted to call out for help, but Feng Jun made a hand seal, and no sound would come out of his throat.
He realized that Feng Jun hadnât dealt with Song Qingshi yet and tried to gesture with his hands. Before he died, he wanted to tell Song Qingshi the truth about the monster coming to eat him.
Song Qingshi pondered for a long time and finally understood. âAre you hungry? Want me to accompany you to eat?â
Song Jincheng was so angry that tears started to leak out. He wanted to kill this fool.
âQingshi, you didnât rest well last night. Why donât you go back to sleep?â Feng Jun put on her thin cotton gloves and walked in slowly. He smiled, âIt just so happens that Xiao Bai is hungry too. Iâll take them outside to find something to eat.â
When the Luminous Dragon next to him heard these words, it rushed over and grabbed Song Jinchengâs arm. It stuck its tongue out, and said, like a spoiled child, âIâm hungry.â
What kind of food does a giant snake eat when itâs hungry?
Song Jincheng looked in horror at the bifurcated tongue paired with those innocent and guileless pair of golden vertical pupils. He nearly fainted. He couldnât resist the terrifying power around his arm, and was dragged out the door and thrown into the wood shed amidst Song Qingshiâs blessing of âEat well and eat lotsâ. He then watched as Feng Jun lay a barrier around the wood shed, isolating them from the entire world.
He remembered the Medicine Kingâs Valleyâs teachings and decided he was going to die a martyrâs death; he was die like a hero.
Feng Jun lit a strange incense.
Song Jincheng smelled a strange fragrance, his eyes turned dark, and he fainted. When he woke up, he was already locked up in the dungeon. Inside, there was nothing but a mountain of books and exercise sheets⌠Yue Xiansheng appeared before him, saying that he had made too many mistakes and had been sent back to the Medicine Kingâs Valley, where he has been locked up for self-reflection. You must memorize all these medical books before you are allowed to go out.
He memorized ten yearsâ worth of books and answered ten yearsâ worth of exercise sheets. All his hair fell out, but he still couldnât memorize them allâŚ
Song Jincheng held his head, broke down and burst into tears. He cried so much that the dream world broke.
When he woke up, Feng Jun stood in front of him. The giant snake entrenched by his side, its huge body filled the whole wood shed. Lantern-like eyes stared at him, and two sharp fangs appeared in its predatorâs mouth. Its long tongue almost swept across Song Jinchengâs face.
Song Jincheng touched his head first and confirmed that his hair was still there.
Feng Jun picked up the second Dream Weaving incense, preparing to light itâŚ
Song Jincheng knelt down without hesitation. âI was wrong! As long as I donât have to study, Iâll do anything!â
He wonât go back to the dungeon to memorize his lessons even if he gets eaten by the giant snake.
Feng Jun has used the Dream Weaving Incense for so long, but he has never seen such a useless guy. The three-year nightmare that he originally wove was dragged by him for ten years and there wasnât any way to end it. Finally, he was forcibly woken up. He looked with great interest at this rare research specimen, considering whether he should try a ten-year nightmare and a hundred-year nightmare.
The giant snake felt that the wood shed was too small, and changed back into its human form, obediently squatting at Feng Junâs feet.
Song Jincheng suddenly remembered the book he had read behind his parentsâ backs. There was a snake yao under the command of the god of Inextinguishable Peak⌠It has cultivated for thousands of years, was gigantic and had a cruel temperament. It had once swallowed a whole Mountain Walrus alive, strangled a Jade Cloud Tiger, earned heaps and heaps of military achievements. Some cultivators have seen it before and they said it was a giant white snake that could turn into a child and trick the enemy into taking the bait. It was very similar to the one in front of him.
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It was just submitting to anotherâs control, thatâs all!
Great Master, just close your eyes and it will all be over. Whatâs there to be afraid of?
Later on, heâll persuade Song Qingshi to just go along with it.
Song Jincheng ingratiatingly said, âIâve found that Qingshi likes Feng Jun. You must be the one he has been longing of.â
Feng Jun raised his eyebrows slightly.
âWhen I picked up Qingshi, he had lost part of his memory, but he remembered that there was a person he liked very much. He even wrote it in a notebook. He treasures her very much and wants to find her.â Song Jincheng was determined to sacrifice his friend in exchange for the Medicine Kingâs Valleyâs survival. Like spilling beans by toppling a bamboo basket, he told him in detail of all the things written in the notebook. He strongly hinted that Feng Jun should pretend to be a goddess, so that Song Qingshi could, at least, die happily in bed. âThat person likes red and white, likes to practice swordsmanship, likes refining medicine, and reading books. They like collecting beautiful stones and gems and their birthday seems to be sometime in FebruaryâŚâ
Feng Jun was stunned. âFebruary 14?â
Song Jincheng: âYes!â
Feng Jun remained silent for a while. He then motioned to the Luminous Dragon to educate this idiot; he must learn to be sensible and obedient. Afterwards, he withdrew the barrier, turned and left the wood shed.
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Song Qingshi had stayed up for most of the night and he was muddled from sleepiness. He felt that something warm and sweet-smelling get in under the quilt. He, without any extra trouble, took it into his arms, holding it tight against his chest, as though he were afraid of losing it.
It turned out, Song Qingshi hasnât been looking for the mission target. Rather, he was looking for himâŚ
Feng Jun stared at the person in his arms.
Every time he looked through Zhao Yeâs memory, he would be tormented. In those so-called missions to save the tragic protagonist, Zhao Ye would always do everything possible to treat the protagonist shou well. He would be dedicated, gentle, strong, caring. He would spout sweet words and do everything for the protagonist shou, even being near-fatally injured for them⌠Every protagonist shou would fall madly in love with Zhao Ye and they would offer up their body and soul to him, to become his. However, after changing worlds, Zhao Ye would cleanse his feelings, accept a new mission, face a new protagonist shou, and repeat the same rescue; the same love story.
Was he rescuing them? Or just toying with them?
He couldnât hold back from being furious and terrified.
Feng Jun quietly stretched out his hand and placed it on Song Qingshiâs chest, feeling the beating inside. During the times he hated it most, he thought more than once that if Song Qingshi did to his new mission target what he had done to him, he would scoop his heart out, make his body into a puppet, hide away his soul and make him stay with him forever. That way, he wouldnât ever have to hear him speak sweet words to someone else; he wouldnât have to see him being gentle to someone else.
This was a serious abnormal state, and it would hurt the person he likedâŚ
He struggled to control it. There were some things that he couldnât do even if he died.
Fortunately, Song Qingshi never let him down.
The remaining hatred and tangled grudges, like a breeze blowing away the morning mist, all dispersed, revealing the clear sky.
Feng Jun couldnât help smiling. Countless Blood King Vines stretched out from all directions, entangled Song Qingshi, wrapping him against his chest. He kissed him. Song Qingshi opened his eyes and saw Feng Junâs brilliant smile. He was so dazzled he became confused and disoriented. He finally understood how historyâs âvassal-tricking beacons' came about and what it meant that 'the emperor, from then on, no longer held morning courtââŚ
Although these red vines were very strange, although his hands and feet were bound a little tight and he was unable to move, although some of the vines even burrowed under his clothes and wrapped around his waist, tickling himâŚ
As long as Feng Jun was happy!
Feng Jun licked his earlobe and asked, âCan you show me your mustard seed bag?â
Song Qingshi obediently handed over the mustard seed bag. âI will give it to you.â
Finances must be handed over to the person you liked. Receiving pocket money was enough for him.
Feng Jun took his mustard seed bag and rummaged through it for a long time. Finally, he found the notebook under a pile of spirit stones. He flipped through a few pages, and asked with a smile, âJincheng said thereâs something about the person you like written here? Tell me, who is it?â
Song Qingshi trembled. He was now fully awake. He wanted to get the notebook back, but he was tied up and couldnât move.
He encountered the question of doom again! If he doesnât answer well, heâll be beaten; or worse, dumped!
Song Qingshi answered decisively, âItâs you!â
Feng Jun raised the notebook and asked, âSince you know itâs me, you should know if Iâm a man or a woman?â
Song Qingshi said lovably, âA man.â
Feng Jun raised his face by the chin and pretended to be angry, âHow did you know?â
âBy the pelvis,â Song Qingshi quickly explained, âI have dissected many general teachers and Iâve studied the skeletal structure of all sorts of people. The male pelvis is long, narrow and located higher. While the female pelvis is wide, short and lower. The physiological structure affects the gait. When men walk, the pelvis rarely moves. When women walk, the pelvis moves.â
At first he had been confused by his beauty and then they encountered that giant snake, so he didnât think much about it. When they arrived at the inn, he felt that Feng Junâs body was not the right shape. After a little more thought, he understood. After all, there are many bigshots in women's clothing in the modern world. He wasnât going to wonder at strange sights; this wasnât rare.
Feng Jun was momentarily dumbfounded. The angle at which medical students observed things was too strange. These were all points he couldnât have thought of. After a while, he asked, âWhy didnât you expose me?â
Song Qingshi felt wronged. âThis is your hobby. It wouldnât be right to expose you.â
Although it was a bit strange, everyone has their own hobbies; just like he liked to study corpses and organs; it was also weird in the eyes of others. Since Feng Jun liked to wear womenâs clothing, and moreover, he wore it beautifully, creating a sight pleasing to both the eyes and mind, he wasnât going to be an old fogey who refused novel things. There was no need to expose him, was there?
Song Qingshi patted his chest and expressed his loyalty, âI can accept womenâs clothing! Itâs beautiful! I like it! You can wear it as much you want!â
Feng Jun looked at him and felt crushed.
Song Qingshi continued to boast, âAlthough I am a little surprised to find that I like a man, Feng Jun is relatively petite. I feel very stress-free and I can easily adapt.â
Feng Jun felt even more crushed. âYou donât like tall ones?â
Although his original body was perfect, it was taller and stronger than Yue Wuhuanâs body back thenâŚ
Song Qingshi has always disliked his thin and frail body. Putting himself in the otherâs shoes, he thought that maybe Feng Jun was even more mindful of his figure. And so, he continued to show his loyalty to his partner, âRelax, I donât like tall and strong men. I only like your gentle and lovely figure.â
Feng Jun thought for a long time, and asked carefully, âAre you afraid that you wouldnât be able to bear it?â
Song Qingshi confirmed, âYes, I canât stand it.â
His face was too tender. Standing next to a tall and mature man, he may be treated as a child and it would hurt his self-esteem.
Feng Junâs heart was almost completely stuffed. He temporarily gave up the idea of turning back to his true body. Heâll kept a juvenile body shape, and theyâll talk about it once he adapts. In any case, he had confidence in his good looks. Menâs or womenâs clothing, it didnât matter as long as Song Qingshi liked it. Heâll wear whatever mixed style.
Song Qingshi had agreed to go to Heaven Martial Sect. It wouldnât do if he didnât let him finish the matter.
âIâm already in front of you. You donât need to keep this notebook anymore.â Feng Jun thought for a while, and took away the notebook with Yue Wuhuanâs past. He wanted to tear it up, but when he looked at Song Qingshiâs reluctant expression, he put the notebook into his own mustard seed bag instead. He then handed him a blank new notebook. He smiled and said, âSince weâre different from the past, you can write a new one.â
Although his heart felt very moved. He would only feel relieved once he disposed of all memories related to Yue WuhuanâŚ
Song Qingshi thought for a while and agreed.
He wrote down seriously in the notebook: Likes womenâs clothing.