Lu Wuming truly couldn't understand what Liu Buli intended. What did "home" mean? He didn't understand. But would no one bully him anymore?
How was that possible?
Wasn't the one who hurt him the most Liu Buli himself?
Now, why was he pretending to be a good person? Did he really think he could forget what happened in his past life just like that? Impossible.
Lu Wuming lowered his head, hiding the gloom in his eyes.
He had already made up his mind. When Liu Buli took him to the cellar, he would kill him. He would tear his face apart while he was still alive, making him see for himself how hypocritical and disgusting the expression on his face was.
Having made up his mind, Lu Wuming lowered his head and continued to eat.
Although Liu Buli was with him, he seemed to be afraid that it wouldn't be enough. He barely moved his chopsticks, and most of the time, he would even pick up pieces of meat for Lu Wuming.
The food at the Dan Sect was actually quite good. Liu Buli himself found it delicious, let alone this少年 who had never eaten proper food before.
All the dishes on the table were wiped clean, with a speed like a whirlwind, leaving Liu Buli with no chance to eat much.
And the consequence was obvious: Lu Wuming's stomach started to ache.
He thought it was the poison acting up, so he didn't think much of it. His hatred for Liu Buli only deepened, and he felt sorry for the delicious food.
But he didn't expect that as he curled up, Liu Buli would walk to his side, place a pill in his mouth, and then help him relax.
A warm palm pressed against his stomach, and with a gentle massage, Liu Buli smiled, "This time it's my fault. I forgot you haven't eaten so much before and didn't stop you. Next time, eat in moderation, and you won't have a stomachache. The pill I just gave you is for digestion; it should work quite well. Lie down for a while longer, and I'll help you rub it. You'll feel better soon."
As he said this, it actually had some effect.
The pain in his body gradually subsided, and Lu Wuming could more clearly feel how warm Liu Buli's hand was, almost burning.
In reality, it was just normal body temperature, but he had never had such contact with anyone before, and it was difficult to get used to.
He knew he should push Liu Buli away, but subconsciously, he was reluctant to let go of this warmth.
So, just a little longer.
Lu Wuming thought this, but his hands, placed at his sides, clenched tighter and tighter.
Liu Buli didn't know what he was thinking, so after a pause, he continued, "By the way, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Liu Buli. I've asked people to prepare the disciple-accepting ceremony these past two days. After the ceremony, you can call me Master. Also, your name is too casual. If you don't mind, we can look through a dictionary and find a nicer name for you?"
Lu Wuming shook his head.
He didn't need a name.
In his life so far, the most common name he had been called was "monster." Even if Liu Buli gave him a new name, it would still originate from his enemies, just like the "Wuming" given to him by the old monk. Why bother changing it?
This kind of thing should respect the person's wishes. Since Lu Wuming didn't want to change it, Liu Buli couldn't do anything.
He rubbed him a little more. Seeing that the expression on his face had eased, Liu Buli smiled again, patted Lu Wuming's shoulder, and said, "It's getting late. I'll take you to bathe, then arrange a room for you, and you can get some rest."
The words spoken were all things Lu Wuming had never heard before.
He didn't understand what Liu Buli wanted to take him to do. He could only follow behind him foolishly until he saw a pool of steaming clear spring water.
Oh, this he understood.
His mother had done the same thing before, more than once.
She said he was dirty, that he was disgusting.
So she had fetched a bucket of boiling hot water and thrown him into it. It scalded his skin until it peeled off, and then he was reborn.
So this was what bathing was called?
The hatred of the past made the flames in Lu Wuming's eyes burn fiercely. Without hesitation, he directly pushed the unsuspecting Liu Buli from behind into the spring water.
Lu Wuming knew that Liu Buli was just an ordinary person.
Even if he knew some magic, he wasn't like himself, a monster who could be reborn anytime, anywhere.
So this boiling water could kill him, could make his skin turn red and peel off, could boil him and steam him until he turned into a disgusting paste of flesh.
Lu Wuming imagined all possible scenarios.
But he never expected that after the splash, Liu Buli would lift his head from the water again.
His gaze towards him was not angry, but rather amused. He said, "Bathing requires undressing. Your Master is still fully clothed, and you're playing pranks on me. See, now my clothes are all wet."
As he spoke, he began to undress himself.
He glanced back at Lu Wuming, who was still standing there dumbfounded, and Liu Buli urged, "Hurry up, you too. The temperature of this spring water is just right, very comfortable. I'll help you wash yourself later. You must have suffered quite a bit following that old bald donkey all the way here, right?"
Lu Wuming still didn't move.
He remained frozen there, feeling that everything was beyond his control and his understanding.
What was happening?
Could this all be just a big dream?
No, the pain he felt earlier was real. If it were a dream, he would have woken up by now. But what was this now? Could it be that Liu Buli, this beast, also had immortality?
Lu Wuming felt that he had grasped the key point.
He then sneered inwardly, imitating Liu Buli, he began to undress and entered the hot spring with him.
However, it was different from what he had imagined. The temperature of the spring water was indeed comfortable, not scalding, but warm enough to remind him of the sun he had seen once many years ago.
It seemed like the sun had that same temperature.
Warm and cozy, making one feel intoxicated.
Seeing Lu Wuming relax, Liu Buli smiled again. He leaned against a nearby rock, his gaze drifting into the distance, and let out a long sigh.
This was good.
As long as he worked hard enough, he could raise his male god to be upright and invincible in the world. Perhaps he could become a new male protagonist, living a life bathed in sunlight as he pleased.
Liu Buli thought this, then looked back at Lu Wuming.
The smile in his eyes deepened, and in the misty steam of the hot spring, it became even more hazy.
They were very close, so Lu Wuming could see clearly. Liu Buli's skin was exceptionally fair and clean, and his appearance was undeniably top-tier beautiful. Especially with his current smile, it was impossible for Lu Wuming to associate this person with the perverted demon from his past life.
His heart began to beat uncontrollably faster.
Lu Wuming pressed his hand to his chest, not understanding what this meant. He subconsciously looked up again, towards Liu Buli's chest.
He wanted to dig out his heart and see if it beat as violently as his own.