Lu Wuming asked, and only then did Liu Buli realize that he had indeed said something like that just now.
So he simply pointed to his lips and said with a smile, "Kissing means two people's lips touching. You can also use your tongue. It's a way to express love. When you meet someone you like and want to kiss them when you see their lips, you'll understand."
Lu Wuming nodded as if he understood but not quite.
His gaze remained fixed on Liu Buli's lips, not moving an inch.
Those lips were moist and full, looking incredibly alluring.
He not only wanted to kiss them, but also to bite them, to devour the other person, to integrate him completely into his own body…
No.
He couldn't devour his Shizun.
Humans were a weak species. If they got injured, it took a long time to recover. If they bled too much, they would die.
Once dead, they could never be seen again.
Therefore, his Shizun must not die.
As for how to express his surging affection…
Lu Wuming lowered his eyes.
His Shizun was right; he should read more books.
Books contained everything, and he could learn from them.
In the following days, while Liu Buli recuperated, Lu Wuming stayed in the room with him, obediently reading and studying.
In just half a month, Lu Wuming's daily communication had no major issues. However, when he had nothing to do, he still preferred to flip through those colorful books. This behavior made Liu Buli extremely anxious—
His own male god should be ambitious and have grand aspirations, but why was he now so lecherous inside because of how he was being raised? Was there a problem with his parenting methods?
Liu Buli couldn't figure it out.
But recalling his own early romantic experiences, he seemed to have also passed around and been engrossed in such things with his classmates. At that age, he was similar to Lu Wuming now, so Lu Wuming's behavior was understandable.
When he grew a little older and saw more, he wouldn't be so fixated on it.
Two more days passed, and his wounds were completely healed.
Liu Buli looked in the mirror. The spiritual medicine was indeed effective; there was no scar left on his forehead.
Turning around, Liu Buli smiled brilliantly at Lu Wuming and said, "Wuming, your injuries are healed now. There's no point in us staying here. Shizun will take you back, and it's time for you to learn cultivation techniques."
Liu Buli had expected Lu Wuming to be excited by his words. But to his surprise, Lu Wuming frowned upon hearing him and asked with some displeasure, "Shizun, do we have to go back?"
If they returned to Dan Sect, Shizun would have other disciples.
Then Shizun would pay attention to them and wouldn't focus all his attention on him.
What to do?
Lu Wuming absolutely did not want to see such a scene.
His sun should shine only on him, and only on him.
Why should others share his light? Did they deserve to be illuminated by his Shizun?
They didn't, and he didn't either.
But he didn't want to let go, he couldn't even bear to see this light move away even a little.
After all, this was the only ray of light he had waited for for two lifetimes…
The light in his eyes dimmed, and his fingers behind his back uncontrollably sharpened into blades.
His mind was filled with overlapping words of "kill." Lu Wuming knew his Shizun disliked this, so he could only lower his head and tremble, trying to hide the killing intent that was about to erupt.
Seeing him like this, Liu Buli's first reaction was to embrace Lu Wuming.
Gently patting Lu Wuming's back, Liu Buli earnestly comforted him, "Wuming, don't be afraid. I know you're still traumatized by those people. If it were me, I would feel the same. But don't worry, Shizun promises you that you won't get hurt again, and I will keep that promise."
Lu Wuming blinked.
He wasn't afraid, and he had no trauma from those people.
After all, they were just insects that could be crushed with a flick of a finger, not even worthy of a second glance, so how could they leave any trauma?
Thinking this, but hearing Liu Buli's comfort, Lu Wuming hesitated.
After a one-second pause, he secretly used his claws to scratch his own skin, and tears involuntarily flowed out. When he looked up at Liu Buli again, he looked extremely pitiful.
Sniffling, Lu Wuming asked, "Shizun, I live with them. You can't always watch over me and prevent them from bullying me."
"Why not?" Liu Buli was heartbroken. While wiping Lu Wuming's tears, he said, "When we get back, you won't live in the disciples' courtyard. You'll live with me. We'll share a bed and live in the same room. Let's see who dares to bully you here?"
Having received the answer he wanted, Lu Wuming immediately stopped crying.
He nuzzled against Liu Buli's chest and asked softly, "Then, Shizun, can Wuming always be with you?"
"Of course," Liu Buli replied decisively.
Lu Wuming immediately smiled.
The journey back was quick. In just two days, they arrived at Dan Sect.
However, Liu Buli did not expect that as soon as they entered, his eldest disciple rushed over and said that several elders were waiting for Liu Buli and had something important to discuss.
Liu Buli immediately took Lu Wuming with him. When they arrived, the Grand Elder told him with a troubled expression that this "important matter" could not be heard by Lu Wuming.
Liu Buli frowned.
Lu Wuming, unusually, did not act spoiled.
He obediently took a step back, away from the council hall. He said, "Shizun, you go ahead and be busy. Wuming will wait for you here."
Seeing him like this, Liu Buli sighed and nodded without saying anything else.
He followed the Grand Elder into the council hall, closed the door, and took his seat. Glancing at all the elders and hall masters gathered in one room, Liu Buli sneered and got straight to the point, "After all this, your so-called important matter is actually to discuss my little disciple with me, isn't it?"