Liu Buli could not stand seeing Lu Wuming wronged in the slightest.
Hearing the choked sobs, the unresolved doubts in his mind were instantly swept away by anger. He glared, gritted his teeth, and asked, "Wuming, did that beast bully you just now? Which way did he run? Tell me the direction, and I'll go chop him up!"
Liu Buli was not joking.
Under the moonlight, his beautiful eyes were filled with intense killing intent.
He would not allow anyone to harm Lu Wuming.
This was his male god.
He was the treasure he had decided from the very beginning to protect with all his might.
Everyone who bullied him had to pay the price, let alone those beasts who made him cry.
Liu Buli clenched the long sword in his hand, waiting for Lu Wuming to point him in a direction.
However, it was different from what he expected. Lu Wuming, who had always been obedient and well-behaved, did not do as he said. Instead, he shook his head while tears streamed down his face, then buried his head in his embrace again. No matter how much Liu Buli asked, he remained silent.
Liu Buli did not understand what this meant. He could only put away his killing intent and focus on comforting his little disciple, who was sobbing uncontrollably in his arms.
He wiped away tears and kept offering comfort, but Lu Wuming's tears fell like pearls from a broken string, one after another, with no sign of stopping.
It was impossible to continue pursuing the ghost clan.
By the time he finished comforting Lu Wuming, the enemy would have already escaped.
Liu Buli sighed with regret in his heart and looked at Lu Wuming with even more heartache. He stroked the other's head and said softly, "Wuming, are you afraid that if Master chases after them, we'll be separated again? Then Master won't chase, okay? Master will stay here with you. This time, Master will watch closely and won't let anyone take you away again. Don't be scared anymore, please stop crying, alright?"
Lu Wuming sobbed a couple of times and hiccuped.
Finally, with Liu Buli patting his back, he gradually stopped crying.
Liu Buli breathed a sigh of relief.
Lu Wuming did too.
He knew that the way he dealt with his opponents was too disgusting and dirty. Master was such a clean person; he definitely wouldn't like to see such a scene.
Lu Wuming was afraid of him seeing it.
He was even more afraid that after seeing it, his Master would also come to dislike him.
Therefore, he could only use this method to stop Liu Buli from advancing. Fortunately, the effect was even better than expected.
Giving up the pursuit, Liu Buli took Lu Wuming back to the campfire they had previously burned.
After re-examining Lu Wuming's condition and finding no wounds, Liu Buli finally revealed a somewhat self-mocking smile.
Even if he had been truly injured, enough time had passed for Lu Wuming to recover completely.
And he knew very well that as long as he didn't see any wounds and asked Lu Wuming, the other would definitely not tell him the truth.
With a long sigh, a deep sense of powerlessness washed over him.
Liu Buli gently held Lu Wuming's hand and said, looking down, "Wuming, this matter was my fault. I apologize. In the future, Master will not be so careless and let others capture you. So if anything happens, don't hide it from me. Tell me everything you should tell me, for example... that ghost clan just now, how exactly did he harm you?"
"It's okay, Master. He didn't hurt me." Lu Wuming didn't understand why, even though he was so clean, his Master's eyes were still filled with sadness.
So he could only earnestly answer Liu Buli's question.
He wasn't lying; he truly hadn't been harmed by that ghost clan.
After all, he had absorbed so much malice and madness within him that an opponent of that level was simply not worthy of contending with him.
The injuries on his body were all self-inflicted to maintain his cleanliness. He had merely shed a layer of skin, and his recovery speed was so fast that it shouldn't have been noticed...
Was there something he had overlooked?
Lu Wuming became a little nervous for a moment.
But Liu Buli looked at him deeply and didn't press further. He simply took out clean clothes from his Qiankun bag for him to change into, then changed into a new set himself. Looking up again, a faint glow had already appeared on the horizon.
The long night receded, and dawn was approaching.
Liu Buli let out a long sigh and, holding Lu Wuming's hand, walked back towards the town.
The ghost clan liked the night and hid within it.
They never acted in the sunlight.
Therefore, as they walked into town with the rising sun, no one obstructed them.
Liu Buli found an inn and took Lu Wuming in. This time, he didn't refuse the inn's bathtub. He directly fetched a bucket of water and pulled Lu Wuming into the tub with him.
The clean water washed away the dirt on his skin, and the fatigue from their journey lessened considerably. Liu Buli relaxed with a sigh, a faint smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.
With Lu Wuming sitting in his lap, Liu Buli helped him wash away the dirt, only to find that the other's slender body was becoming increasingly hot in the warm water.
Looking down, Liu Buli's mouth twitched.
After all, he was at the age of youthful vigor. After one experience, it was endless.
He reached out and ruffled Lu Wuming's hair, earning a sideways glance from the other.
With tears welling up in his eyes, Lu Wuming called out pitifully, "Master..."
"Stop pretending to be pitiful. I taught you last time. Solve it yourself this time."
Liu Buli was particularly decisive this time.
After speaking, he even stepped out of the bathtub, put on his clothes, and went into the bedroom, calling out as he went, "Call me when you're done, and I'll clean the bathtub."
He left quickly.
Lu Wuming also knew that his Master had made up his mind, and begging was useless.
Sniffling, Lu Wuming looked down at himself.
Following Liu Buli's example, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
His mind was filled with images of Liu Buli.
The way he smiled, the way he cried. Even when he was angry, he was exquisitely beautiful.
Beautiful to the point of madness, and intoxicating.
Lu Wuming didn't know why he felt this way, but just thinking about it made his heart feel warm and incredibly comfortable.
The images in his mind flickered continuously, his lips trembled slightly, and Lu Wuming murmured, "Master."