After saying these words, Taxian-Jun moved his finger, and the little demonic dragon immediately wrapped itself tighter around his body. Shi Mei’s expression changed. It was obvious he was in pain, but he had always cherished his face, and even now, he still tried his best to maintain his composure.

     “Mo Ran, how dare you spy on me?”

     Taxian-Jun sneered and said, “Interesting. Tell This Venerable One—is there anything in this world I dare not do?”

     “...”

     “Let This Venerable One introduce you. This is a clone of Wangli, the demonic dragon of Mount Jiao. It only listens to the Nangong family.” Taxian-Jun cast him a sidelong glance. “You still don’t know how to restrain yourself in my territory. This Venerable One thinks you really must be tired of living.”

     The veins on Shi Mei’s forehead were bulging. It was obvious that he was very angry, but he didn’t expect that the blood contract of Mount Jiao could be used like this. He didn’t dare to be too arrogant, so he just said, “Get this disgusting thing away.”

     Emperor Taxian-Jun didn’t say anything. He stared at the place where the demonic dragon was wrapped for a while, then sneered, “Then you must first promise that you’ll never bring this disgusting thing out to This Venerable One again.”

     Shi Mei was already angry that his affair had been interrupted, and his face darkened. “Who are you calling disgusting?”

     “Whoever is bound is who.”

     Chu Wanning: “...”

     Glancing at the tied-up Chu Wanning, Taxian-Jun frowned and corrected himself, “Whoever is naked is who.”

     Chu Wanning: “...”

     There were too many misunderstandings, so Taxian-Jun simply waved his hand. “This Venerable One isn’t talking about you.”

     Shi Mei said, “Mo Ran, you’re ridiculous.”

     But even so, he still put on his bathrobe with a calm expression. He then looked at Mo Ran and said, “Okay, can you untie it now?”

     “There’s no hurry. You go out first and walk farther away. When you reach the back mountain, it will let go by itself,” Taxian-Jun said languidly. “But let This Venerable One remind you—if you try to touch This Venerable One's person again… it’s already familiar with your scent, and it will chase you to strangle you even if you are outside of Mount Jiao.”

     The most despicable people were invincible. Emperor Taxian-Jun was always cold and lonely at the top, so he was invincible.

     Shi Mei left in dismay.

     The Emperor and Beidou Immortal were the only two people left in the room.

     Taxian-Jun walked over and extended his hand—

     Then he saw Chu Wanning’s eyes, which were clearly filled with sharpness and hostility but also somewhat moist. When he reached out his hand, perhaps all the years of imprisonment reminded Chu Wanning of his tyranny, and he tensed up almost immediately.

     “...” Taxian-Jun sighed in his heart, but he didn’t know the reason for his soft-heartedness.

     He touched Chu Wanning’s forehead with his hand.

     “It’s not as hot as before.” Taxian-Jun didn’t have much of an expression on his face. “He’s trouble, but the medicine is really good.”

     After a pause, he continued coldly, “I won’t let that evil beast bully you in the future. No one is allowed to touch This Venerable One’s person. You can rest assured.”

     He didn’t know that Chu Wanning’s memory had been erased by Shi Mei and had temporarily returned to his previous life, so he didn’t know how much his words had shocked Chu Wanning.

     Mo Ran had actually called Shi Mei an evil beast…

     Taxian-Jun wasn’t paying attention to Chu Wanning’s expression. In fact, he had been avoiding looking directly at him. If he looked at the scene in front of him a few more times, he was afraid he would lose control. But in Chu Wanning’s current state, it would definitely be even more unbearable for him.

     If it were in the past, he probably wouldn’t have felt any pity.

     But he was alone in another world for so long. He couldn’t even decide whether to live or die, so he could only live like a zombie.

     Seeing Chu Wanning again, there seemed to be a faint warmth in his cold heart. It was this warmth that made him less irritable than before.

     He untied the rope for Chu Wanning, and when he saw the bright red marks on his wrist, he even subconsciously rubbed them twice to comfort him. But then he realized what he was doing and stopped.

     He really didn’t know what was going on with himself.

     After a while, Shi Mei’s memory disturbance spell gradually weakened, so Chu Wanning’s eyes began to become a little confused. But in this bizarre dizziness, his face was still pale. He endured the pain in his head and said, “Mo Ran…”

     “Come back.”

     It was no longer important whether he was awake or dreaming; it was just a long-cherished wish in his heart that had come true.

     Chu Wanning said almost hoarsely, “So… don’t hate anymore.”

     Taxian-Jun looked at him.

     Probably feeling like the dream was about to end, Chu Wanning closed his eyes, raised his hand that still had red marks, and touched Taxian-Jun’s face. “Look back.”

     Something seemed to be collapsing deep inside of his heart. Taxian-Jun stared at him without blinking, and a blank look also appeared on his face, like a thin layer of smoke.

     Chu Wanning frowned and actually choked up a little.

     “There’s no way ahead, go back… don’t go any further.” He cupped his cheeks, and as Beidou Immortal floated between two lives, he looked at Emperor Taxian-Jun, who was already a living-dead corpse. Two lifetimes had passed, and they were both broken. Chu Wanning’s voice was hoarse. “Mo Ran, why is your face so cold…?”

     It was as cold as ice.

     If possible, I would like to be a torch, waiting for you to turn back at the crossroads in the long winter night. I’m willing to burn my entire life away to light your path home.

    But why are you so cold…?

    I don’t know how long I can burn. What if I run out of strength and burn out? What if I burn out, and you’re still walking in the darkness and refuse to look back? What should I do then?

     Chu Wanning’s fingers trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes.

     He had been alone all his life, with no family or friends, so he wasn’t afraid of leaving.

     He just felt very guilty, thinking that perhaps even if he burned all of his life’s heat, he still wouldn’t be able to warm Mo Ran’s cold heart. The thought that if he died, that young man wouldn’t be able to find his way back even if he wanted to return, and felt that he should live.

     It would be good to wait one more day.

     Maybe tomorrow the ice would melt.

     That man would turn back and walk out of the endless night and towards the dim light.

     For the next few days, under the influence of remnants of Shi Mei’s spell and the fluctuation of his own memories of two lifetimes, Chu Wanning spent less time awake and more time sleeping. Furthermore, every time he woke up, his mind was scattered, and the things he remembered were fragmented and incomplete.

     After Taxian-Jun understood the whole story, he also felt that it was a bit of a relief. Chu Wanning was now disconcerted, and his thoughts were muddled, so it was easy to coax him. If he was bullied too much the day before, he might not remember what happened when he woke up the next day. And because of the fragmented memories, Chu Wanning always thought he was dreaming, so he was less alert than usual.

     Although a cat with sharp claws was certainly good, a large white cat that was as soft as a milk dumpling was also rare.

     He had to admit that he felt that Hua Binan had done a good thing.

     “How many things do you remember today?” This became the question he would ask Chu Wanning when he woke up in the morning.

     Chu Wanning often frowned and asked him, “What?”

     It was a rare occasion for him to reply patiently and tirelessly, “Do your memories still only stop at the time when we got married in our previous lives, or did they change to another day?”

     At this point, he would most likely wait for Chu Wanning’s embarrassed face before he said in a low voice, “Mo Weiyu, are you crazy?”

     It wasn’t a nice thing to say. If it were in the past, he would have slapped him.

     Taxian-Jun also slapped him now, but there was no force behind it, and his other hand followed. It didn’t seem like a slap at all, but a cupping of the other person’s face.

     He sneered, but there was a trace of contentment in his eyes. “Very good. If you continue like this, it will be even better.”

     He really didn’t want Chu Wanning to remember the events of this life, nor did he want him to remember the Mo Weiyu who had become a zongshi. It seemed that as long as Chu Wanning remained disoriented, they could return to Wushan Palace that year. No matter how much Chu Wanning hated him, the two of them would still be together day and night.

     His Shizun, his Wanning, belonged to him alone.

     Hua Binan mocked him. “You’re jealous of yourself, more narrow-minded than a woman.”

     Jealous?

     Emperor Taxian-Jun thought, It doesn’t exist. It’s just that if an animal or thing was with you for a long time, you would develop a sort of “habit.”

     That was all.

     It was a sunny day on Mount Jiao. Taxian-Jun forced Chu Wanning to rest with him under the blossoming orange tree in the afternoon. He looked at the branches full of finely fragrant white flowers and sighed listlessly, “It lacks some aspects. It would be nice if it was a haitang.”

     Chu Wanning’s consciousness was still hazy, and he still thought this was one of his dreams.

     So he said, “You, why are you so picky, even in my dreams?”

     Taxian-Jun turned over on the grass, leaned over, and rested his head on his knees. Their eyes met, and Taxian-Jun said, “It’s always been this way. Right, This Venerable One is hungry. When we go back later, you can cook This Venerable One a bowl of porridge.”

     “...”

      “I want egg drop and lean meat porridge. The egg drop shouldn’t be too cooked, and the porridge shouldn’t be too thick. Just put a little bit of meat in it and it will be fine. You can make it, right? This Venerable One has taught you many times.”

     Chu Wanning didn’t want to go, but he was dragged roughly by Taxian-Jun, and there was nothing he could do. In the end, he had to go with him to the kitchen in the back of the ancestral hall.

     The firewood was ready, the rice was washed, and the water began to boil. Taxian-Jun sat at the small table, looking at Chu Wanning’s irritated and helpless appearance in front of him.

     Fortunately, Chu Wanning thought this was a dream, so he didn’t want to waste too much energy resisting.

     As for Taxian-Jun, he knew that this dream would eventually be shattered, so he cherished it more than ever before.

     The water boiled, and the aroma of rice and meat wafted out from under the wooden lid.

     Taxian-Jun changed his posture and folded his hands under his chin. He felt that he had a lot of things to say to Chu Wanning but also felt that it was meaningless to say them; even if he said them, it would be in vain.

     In the end, his lips moved, and in a low voice and idle manner, he only said, “Hi.”

     “Hm?”

     What to say?

     Actually, he didn’t know either. So he thought about it and said solemnly, “Remember to add salt.”

     “...I did.”

     “Then remember to taste the salt.”

     “...”

     Taxian-Jun’s dark purple eyes showed a hint of teasing and ease. “Don’t try to salt This Venerable One to death.” As he spoke, he got up and walked behind Chu Wanning. He glanced into the pot, then suddenly raised his arms and hugged the warm body of the man in front of him from behind.

     He rubbed Chu Wanning’s ear and lowered his eyelashes. “This Venerable One still wants to torture you for the rest of your life.”

     “Mo Weiyu—”

     Feeling that the man was stiff, he hugged him even more tightly. He couldn’t resist moving his face to the side of his neck and giving him a gentle kiss, his long eyelashes fluttering. “What are you doing? This Venerable One has taught you the technique of cooking porridge many times, and you still don’t want to make a bowl of porridge for This Venerable One?”

     Chu Wanning was rendered speechless by this rouge-like logic. He finally thought of some stern words to refute him, but before he could even open his mouth to speak, he was blocked by Taxian-Jun’s lips.

     He held the fire he had lost and returned to the world of blossoming flowers.

     Amidst the smell of firewood, he, who was already a living-dead person, kissed Chu Wanning passionately and affectionately, his cold lips entangled with warmth.

     His Shizun, his Wanning, his Chu Fei.

     No one could take it away, and no one would give it to him.

     When the kiss intensified, Taxian-Jun’s head was muddled, and he pressed the person down on the table. He kissed Chu Wanning’s swollen red lips from time to time while reaching out to take off Chu Wanning’s clothes.

     He used to do such roguish things all the time, and when he got into the mood, even if someone came to see him urgently, he wouldn’t care.

     The craziest time was when he suddenly felt lustful during the day and had sex with Chu Wanning, who had just been conferred the title of imperial consort, in the meeting hall of Wushan Palace. There were monks from Wubei Temple outside, who kept asking to see him because of the Yellow River disaster. Finally, he was annoyed and ordered someone to put down the curtain and let the monks in.

     He continued to invade his Shizun on the rosewood summer bed, behind the thin layer of beaded gauze curtains.

     “Don’t make a sound… I told the people outside that I called upon Imperial Consort Chu to pamper me, to give you some face.” At this time, he was pressing on Chu Wanning’s body, panting heavily. “If you shout, all those bald donkeys will know that the person I’m fucking is you.”

     “Mo Weiyu…” The person below him was humiliated to the extreme, and his eyes were red. “You bastard!”

     Taxian-Jun’s response to this was only more fierce and sticky thrusts and a lustful sneer, “Baobei, you’re so hot and wet down there. Why is your mouth above still so cold? Don’t call out in pleasure later.”

     The monks came in, unknowingly. What they saw was the blurred but tall figure of Taxian-Jun through the thin layer of gauze and a pair of slender and tight legs, which were stretched weakly and trembled with Emperor Taxian-Jun’s rough penetration. His fingertips were soft and delicate, like orchids trembling with the rain.

     Their request was spoken in a confusing and vague manner, and Mo Ran didn’t listen much at all.

     He only remembered that Chu Wanning had endured to the extreme at the time and didn’t make a sound. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, which were as red as rogue. The moment he was fucked to release, he suddenly spasmed and tensed up. It was extremely painful, yet there was a hidden comfort. He endured the pleasure, biting his broken lips and refusing to moan…

     It was so exciting.

     After the monks left, he could no longer hold back. He lifted up one of Chu Wanning’s weak, slender legs and put it on his shoulder to invade him more and more forcefully from the side.

     “Wanning, don’t hold back. There’s no one.”

     However, Chu Wanning’s consciousness was scattered, and he only remembered that he must not make a sound. Taxian-Jun leaned over and kissed his bloody lips, swallowing the iron taste.

     “There’s no one…”

     Then he flipped Chu Wanning over, so he was lying in front of him, and pushed forward into him. His hot and hard cock plunged into the wet and sticky hole while a pair of hands reached forward to stroke and rub the man’s firm and sweaty chest. His adam’s apple bobbed, and he gasped for breath throughout this hot lovemaking.

     “Do you feel good? Is the sting exciting?”

     “...” The hair above Chu Wanning’s forehead covered his unfocused eyes, and half of his handsome face was hidden behind the messy soft quilt cushion. Mo Ran’s cock was really too massive; every time he had the illusion that it was going to pierce through his stomach. He opened his thin lips slightly, and his fingers grasped the silk satin.

     The man behind him thrust faster and faster, at an almost frenzied pace. When he finally came, it went so deep that it seemed that even his sac was going to be squeezed in as well.

     The semen shot into the depths of his wet and sticky entrance, and Chu Wanning was so stimulated that his entire body trembled. Mo Ran was always like this. He knew where his sensitive spot was, and every time he came, he would ejaculate against that spot. The thick semen made his scalp numb, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes slightly and moan, “Ah…”

     But this was not the end.

     Mo Ran was tireless, and after pressing on him for a while, the cock buried in his body swelled up again. Mo Ran opened his dark eyes and stared at Chu Wanning’s slightly sweaty face.

     His gaze burned inch by inch.

     From his moist and blurred eyes to his bitten lips.

     Moving all the way down, he suddenly lowered his head to his chest and took his nipple in his mouth. Chu Wanning, whose mind had already been scattered, was caught off guard and couldn’t help but let out a muffled moan before his legs were raised again. He gasped for breath and endured the penetration of the searing cock inside his body again.

     “Ah… ah…”

     He shook his head when he heard his own rough gasps and moans and couldn’t help but raise his hand to his lips to bite it.

     The light in his eyes became increasingly fragmented.

     His lower body was already wet, and Mo Ran’s semen that had just been released into his body became a lubricant, making a sticky, wet sound as the two of them entangled fiercely.

     “Don’t bite yourself. Let go of your hand.”

     How could Chu Wanning listen to him? He still bit his wrist harshly, trying to block his voice. Mo Ran cursed and placed one hand on the bed, using the other to grab Chu Wanning’s hand and pull it down.

     “Hold me.”

     “What are you doing… ah…!”

     Without giving him time to react, Mo Ran picked him up from the low bed, and the weight of the man who had lost his support sank down on Mo Ran.

     Mo Ran smiled slowly and kissed him. “You’re not that heavy.”

     As he spoke, he held him in his arms and wanted to walk into the inner hall.

     But his hard cock was still inside of his Shizun’s body, and this position made him push deeper into the inner walls with every step he took.

     Whether it was a coincidence or deliberate, the head of Mo Ran’s burning cock pressed against Chu Wanning’s most sensitive spot. Every moment it went deeper, Chu Wanning was so stimulated that his toes tightened, but he still stubbornly refused to cry out and only stared fiercely at his disciple with a pair of dark eyes.

     “Why do you always want to watch me do it?”

     Mo Ran laughed softly, then suddenly stopped walking. He still held Chu Wanning’s legs and gently pushed them up slightly.

     “You want this?”

     “...”

     It was too humiliating, but his body had long been trained by Mo Ran to be sensitive. Chu Wanning frowned, panting in small breaths as his face flushed involuntarily.

     He could clearly feel the sickly fluid flowing down from the place they were joined, and as Mo Ran moved in and out, that place only became increasingly obscene.

     Mo Ran held him in his arms like this for a short time, until he seemed unable to bear it anymore. He glanced darkly towards the back of the hall, as if he were tired of traveling so far. Then he simply pressed the person down on the cold floor of the meeting hall, where he usually went to court. He didn’t want to wait any longer and only felt that his lower body was wrapped in something warm, slick, and wet, so he pressed Chu Wanning on the ground like this, his hips moving fiercely as he started thrusting inside almost frantically now.

     “Ah… ah…”

     When the thrusting reached its greatest intensity, it felt like his soul was about to be sucked out. No matter how much Chu Wanning endured, he couldn’t help but lose his awareness in this tempestuous sex.

     His legs opened wide, powerlessly hanging on Mo Ran’s firm and vigorous waist as his body shook with the man’s passion. For a moment, he even felt that Mo Ran wanted to take his life like this…

      Wushan Palace was immersed in clouds and rain. There was no one else in the majestic hall, only the two men, naked and entangled together.

      Mo Ran panted heavily, sweat gathering on his waist and abdomen. He embraced his Shizun, who was fucked to the point of disorientation, and firmly pushed his lower body in. He heard Chu Wanning’s low, suppressed moans and the occasional unrestrained moan in his ears.

     “Wanning…”

     Hot kisses occupied Chu Wanning’s slightly opened lips. Because the entanglement was so frantic, Mo Ran’s meridians and veins bulged on his neck, and both his body and eyes were as hot as fire.

     Mo Ran was grinding against him and entangling with him. After a long time, in this lingering kiss and rapid, passionate thrusts, Mo Ran suddenly pressed Chu Wanning to the ground and covered his mouth and nose, leaving only those eyes that were fucked out of focus.

     He used his strength to give two final small thrusts, and then fiercely pushed in so deep that his toes slightly turned white from the force when they touched the ground.

     “I’m going to come… Wanning… should it be here?”

     Chu Wanning was almost driven mad by this monstrous violence and energy. His hands were weak against the cold stone surface, and his body was completely opened by Mo Ran. He trembled slightly from the stimulation and pain.

     Mo Ran panted, his voice sultry, and his eyes were dark. He turned Chu Wanning’s face to the side and said, “Here? Hm?”

     The large, swollen head of his cock pressed against the numb muscles deep within Chu Wanning’s body, and with one thrust, Chu Wanning suddenly opened his slightly closed eyes. There was a thin red color at the ends of his eyes from unwillingness and humiliation…

     He trembled under Mo Ran but was held tightly by a pair of broad hands. Mo Ran breathed deeply in his ear and said, “Don’t move. Baobei, I’m coming… ah…”

     He moaned deeply, and thick semen released forcefully, the streams pouring into the deepest part of Chu Wanning’s body. Chu Wanning closed his eyes and convulsed, feeling as if lightning had passed through his body. He was extremely numb and felt like his soul was leaving his body.

     “Wanning, did it feel good? Did I make you feel good?”

     Chu Wanning often couldn’t answer anything at that time, and whether it was cursing or scolding, there was nothing.

     He had long been rendered incognizant, and his pair of slender legs were spread wide open, the space between them filled with his disciple’s come…

     After that, they often did it again on the throne of the main hall, on the steps, or even against the wall. Taxian-Jun’s intensity and wildness was almost destructive.

     If this kind of sex was consensual, it could be called euphoric, so even if there was a sense of revenge and humiliation, it was still extremely pleasurable.

     At this moment, deep within Mount Jiao, Emperor Taxian-Jun gazed at Chu Wanning’s wan face.

     He recalled the events of that year silently, but a hint of curiosity rose in his heart. He didn’t know if Chu Wanning had ever wondered why he was so vigorous, but Song Qiutong never had a child.

     In fact, although he had once doted on that woman, he always had some aversion and didn’t want to have children with Song Qiutong. Even if he felt gratification, he would avoid getting her pregnant. He didn’t even want to come inside of her and let her give birth to an heir for him. Perhaps because of his background, he always felt that two people who wouldn’t stay together for a lifetime and didn’t have deep feelings for each other should not have children.

     But it was strange. He hated Chu Wanning so much, but he always thought that if his Chu Fei was defiled by him day and night like this, it would be great if he could get pregnant and bear his child.

     Desire to conquer?

     Desire for revenge?

     Desire to possess? Was it a more humiliating punishment than being taken by force?

     He didn’t know.

     In this kind of numbness, he dragged Chu Wanning into the abyss of sin and lust with him again and again.