Liu Buli was almost scared to death.
It wasn't that he didn't want to have a further relationship with Lu Wuming, but Lu Wuming's current state was terrifyingly unlike what he had said, "I won't hurt you."
But his hands were tied to the head of the bed, and struggling was futile.
Liu Buli could only look at Lu Wuming with a wronged expression, and pitifully said to him, "Wuming, Master is scared..."
Hearing his voice, a hint of tenderness seemed to appear in Lu Wuming's eyes. He lowered his head and gently kissed Liu Buli's eyes. He smiled and said, "Master, don't be afraid, Wuming won't hurt you."
Liu Buli's eyes widened, and tears welled up.
He wanted to say something more, but Lu Wuming had already kissed him. He blocked his mouth and kissed him until he couldn't breathe. When they finally separated, Lu Wuming gently tapped Liu Buli's lips. He chuckled and said, "Master, Wuming can not hurt you, but I don't want to be like before anymore. There are some pretty good parts in the book, I guess Master understands what I mean?"
Liu Buli understood all too well.
He was very sure that he was willing to have a real wedding night with Lu Wuming. But the prerequisite for the wedding night was that Lu Wuming was in a normal state, at least not like now, where he seemed capable of tearing him in half at any moment.
So for his own safety, Liu Buli decided to sacrifice his lips.
At most, his lips would be chapped, but he had to stay alive.
Liu Buli made up his mind and nodded slowly to Lu Wuming.
...
The next morning, Liu Buli finally realized that he had thought too simply. It wasn't just about chapped lips; his jaw was almost dislocated, and his throat was burning. When he spoke, it aggravated the wound, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and the pain was truly piercing.
Lu Wuming had returned to normal, but he also knew that he had gone too far, and his Master was truly angry this time.
So, just like usual, he acted like a well-behaved little tail and knelt by the bedside, looking as sincere as possible.
Seeing Liu Buli's discomfort, Lu Wuming spoke softly, "Master, why don't you use your spiritual power to heal it? If this wound heals on its own, it will probably take a few more days to recover. That would be too much suffering. If you can't muster spiritual power now, Wuming can help you. Wuming isn't good at healing techniques, but he should be able to do this."
As he spoke, he reached out to help Liu Buli heal.
Before he could act, the other party glared at him, stopped him, and then Liu Buli said in a hoarse voice, "I won't heal it. If I heal it, it will be broken again, so it's better to leave it like this."
He said this, but his expression was full of anger.
Lu Wuming could see it and quickly said, "Master, I promise I won't do this again for a while, okay?"
Liu Buli ignored him completely.
Lu Wuming snuggled up to him and said a lot of nice things. Liu Buli's heart softened and he nodded. Only then did Lu Wuming grin and cast a healing spell on Liu Buli. Once the wounds on his body had completely healed, Liu Buli unhesitatingly kicked Lu Wuming out of the room. He didn't care how pitifully Lu Wuming wagged his tail at him. He knew that this guy looked like a loyal dog but was actually a hungry wolf.
Tenderness towards a wolf was cruelty to oneself.
Liu Buli had already experienced it.
For the next few days, Lu Wuming was not allowed to sleep in the room. Liu Buli gave him a side room to live in. If he was unwilling, he would sit under the big tree in the courtyard and meditate and cultivate. Over time, his cultivation had improved quite a bit.
Liu Buli knew that Lu Wuming was guarding the door, so he himself dared not leave the room. He sat inside, secretly observing the outside.
He felt that the situation had become somewhat awkward.
It wasn't him who had done something wrong, but why was he the one being cautious?
What went wrong?
Especially when Lu Wuming looked back at the room and their eyes met inadvertently, he couldn't help but blush and his heart flutter.
It was just like a young girl experiencing her first love, how embarrassing!
This situation continued for three days. On the morning of the fourth day, Liu Buli finally couldn't hold back and walked out of the room.
When Lu Wuming saw him, he immediately put on a bright smile. He sweetly called out, "Master~"
Liu Buli pouted, pretending not to see him.
He walked to the door and opened the courtyard gate, only to be surprised to find the Grand Elder standing outside his courtyard. Judging by his appearance, he was about to knock on the courtyard gate.
Liu Buli raised his eyebrows and asked, "Grand Elder, you came to see me early in the morning. Is there something you need to discuss?"
"There is indeed something," the Grand Elder nodded and said, "The Sect Master of the Sword Sect was killed a few days ago, along with several elders. It's estimated that the Ghost Clan did it, killing them for revenge, and it was also revealed that they colluded with the Medicine Master Valley to use ghosts as vessels to convert spiritual energy."
Liu Buli nodded, "What about it? Doesn't that just prove they deserved to die?"
"That's what they say," the Grand Elder scratched his head, his face contorted in distress. "But the problem is that the Medicine Master Valley knew the news and insisted that your little disciple killed them. They said that little disciple is a ghost and is seeking revenge. People have already caused trouble at the foot of the mountain, so look at this..."