Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

The palanquin continued its journey towards a place rich in spiritual energy.

Having just recovered somewhat from taking a pill, Gu Yao was now itching to try something new. He raised his hand, lifted the red veil, and looked outside.

I just heard Xiao Jiu say that this river is the most beautiful place in the entire secret realm.

Shen Zhezhu frowned, wanting to stop Gu Yao.

Master's health is not good right now, how can he be exposed to the wind?

Looking at the scenery on both sides of the river, Gu Yao couldn't help but smile. He was in a good mood, as if this place was not a dangerous secret realm, but an ordinary beautiful scene.

The boy swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his throat, rubbed his fingertips together, glanced at the sun. There was still some time before sunset, and the temperature was still quite comfortable.

With a wave of his hand, he simply erected a spiritual energy barrier in front of Gu Yao, allowing the young man to enjoy the beautiful scenery on both sides of the river.

Gu Yao's eyes flickered, and the smile on his lips deepened, but he did not turn around.

They flew upstream along the river that seemed to run through the entire secret realm.

The more Gu Yao looked, the more he marveled at this bizarre and beautiful scenery. Only in the cultivation world, which transcends the laws of nature, could one see such a sight.

In a single day, the four seasons change on both sides of the strait.

The once barren riverbanks have become lush and green, and the once lush riverbanks have returned to their roots.

Divided into days, we have gone through the four seasons.

Seeing Gu Yao peek out, Shen Zhezhu flicked his fingertips, controlling the speed of the palanquin to ensure he could enjoy the most beautiful scenery.

Neither of them spoke.

One sat on the edge of the tatami mat, gazing at the scenery; the other watched people.

Gu Yao sensed the faint, almost imperceptible, gaze, and smiled gently. He picked up the spirit tea that Shen Zhezhu had just brewed, took a sip, and his eyes lit up.

It is the best Huoyun Ling Tea.

It's best used for warming and nourishing the body.

It is usually kept by cultivators who practice ice magic to protect their meridians from damage caused by ice magic during cultivation.

Using this almost non-existent chill to suppress him at this moment is truly a waste of resources.

Gu Yao gently put down the cup in his hand and quietly looked out the window. Shen Zhezhu had already moved to a place only two steps away from Gu Yao, her fingertips resting on the teapot, using her spiritual power to warm the spiritual tea.

Gu Yao glanced at the person who was constantly making small movements, then turned his head back. Seeing that Gu Yao didn't say anything, Shen Zhezhu breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking to the side, the young man sat upright, his hair hanging down and slightly lifted by the wind. His long, curled eyelashes were slightly lowered, and the slightly oversized fur coat draped over his thin figure seemed to be about to break his frail shoulders and back, exuding an indescribable sense of fragility.

Her profile is exquisitely beautiful, from her brows to her nose and slightly pale lips, every detail is refined and perfect.

Whether in terms of talent or appearance, Gu Yao is someone who has been unparalleled for millennia.

The boy lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on Gu Yao's hands resting on his knees. His fingers were clearly defined, and a thin layer of skin stretched across his hands, perfectly outlining his features.

Exquisitely beautiful, with a form as solid as jade.

Yet it was so weak and powerless, so powerless that even the slightest touch of powder on the fingertips turned pale.

These hands should have been used freely to wield a sword.

But now...

Shen Zhezhu looked away, then exerted some force on the celadon teapot with his fingertips, actually shaking it and causing a crack to appear in the teapot.

With a "crack," Gu Yao turned his head and met the boy's somewhat helpless gaze. He picked up the half-finished cup of tea and shook his head. "What a pity. The spiritual energy is too strong. This pot of Fire Essence Spirit Tea is ruined."

The young man's voice was flat; he expressed regret, but there was no trace of regret on his face.

Shen Zhezhu decided to go all the way and ignited a flame in his palm, burning the teapot to ashes.

He took out a new tea set, glanced at the only teacup left on the tray, his eyes darkened, reached out and took the cup, and quietly replaced it with the new tea set. "It was my fault. If Master likes it, I will brew another pot for Master."

Gu Yao kept an eye on Shen Zhezhu's actions, and when he saw that Shen Zhezhu had put his used teacup into his storage ring, he did not expose the little brat's thoughts.

He leaned lazily against the tatami mat, quite tired after looking at the scenery along the way.

Gu Yao yawned, pulled his fur coat tighter around himself, and buried himself completely in it.

After a long while, Shen Zhezhu got up, looked at Gu Yao who was already fast asleep, walked to his side and squatted down, reached out to brush away the hair that was hanging down his cheek, and gently placed a kiss on him, his eyes were infatuated and longing, yet he was also suppressing it tightly.

Even when he could hold back the most, he would only place a kiss on her cheek.

Even though he knew Gu Yao wouldn't wake up, the Fire Rhyme Spirit Tea paired with the finest nourishing elixirs might be useless to ordinary cultivators, but for someone whose body was even weaker than that of an ordinary person, the slow nourishment of his physical functions was also nurturing his spirit.

In short, Gu Yao is currently taking a gentle, nourishing medicine, but the side effect is that it induces sleep.

The setting sun casts a golden glow across the entire river, while the crimson clouds in the sky are torn down onto the river's surface, shimmering like scattered stars.

The surrounding chill gathered, making the entire river surface somewhat hazy. I curled up, as if trying to draw some warmth from this fur coat.

Shen Zhezhu's eyes turned cold. She raised her hand and the red veil fell, completely surrounding the entire palanquin.

The young man stared at Gu Yao for a long time before lifting him up by the knees, holding him securely, and pulling the brocade quilt over their heads.

The person in her arms was so cold that Shen Zhezhu sighed softly, gently placed her palm on the slightly protruding butterfly bone, and channeled spiritual energy into Gu Yao's body.

The person in his arms seemed to have become familiar with this spiritual power, and moved closer to the heat source. When those cool hands touched his waist, Shen Zhezhu realized what true torment was.

Gu Yao, however, was oblivious and simply found a comfortable position in Shen Zhezhu's arms based on her intuition.

A soft breath fell on his neck, making the boy stiffen. Even though he knew that he was just a warm stove to Gu Yao at this moment, Shen Zhezhu couldn't help but feel moved, and an indescribable joy welled up from the bottom of his heart.

They had been passionately entwined and had done even more intimate things, but Shen Zhezhu had never felt such joy from a mere hug.

He reached out and hugged the thin man, a smile playing on his lips, but tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably.

He was like a person at the end of his rope, grasping at his last straw.

He clung tightly, as if he had grown entwined with the blade of grass, unwilling to let go. He held on, yearning, always hoping that someone would come to save him.

Even though he knew it was just wishful thinking.

He can only save himself, but that hope is slim.

At this moment, their dependence on each other is like two mortals warming each other on a boundless ice field.

They never know when the weather will turn against them and take their lives.

The body in his arms, which he could never warm up, constantly told him that this man's indifference was just an act, and that he was suffering all the time.

If he can't find what he's looking for in this secret realm...

Master, you will die.

When the body dies, the Tao disappears.

Not entering reincarnation.

They were dancing on the edge of a knife; every moment of peace they felt was stolen.

Thinking this, Shen Zhezhu buried his head in Gu Yao's neck. The light fragrance of plum blossoms was the most comforting scent for him.

As the sun set, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.