Thriller Night Talk

Beiquan quickly picked out two things and asked Wei Fuyuan to help them carry them, and then they left the hall together.

Beiquan took Wei Fuyuan to his residence.

Along the way, Wei Fuyuan noticed that the palace was huge, but there were very few people coming and going.

Occasionally, one or two people passed by, all of whom knew Beiquan, nodded to each other, but did not ask Wei Fuyuan's identity.

"There are... so few people here."

Wei Fuyuan expressed his feelings.

"Ah."

Beiquan smiled and replied:

"If I remember correctly, there are probably more than 30 people living in Zhuling Secret Realm."

Beiquan touched his chin, "No, not all 'people'..."

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

It is a luxury to live in such a large palace with only 30 people living in it. What is even more extravagant is that there are many non-human creatures in it... No, maybe they are not even "creatures" in the literal sense.

"That……"

Wei Fuyuan finally couldn't bear it anymore:

"Your master... isn't he a human?"

Beiquan smiled and shook his head:

"Master, the old man is still alive."

Beiquan raised his hand and pointed to his feet:

"When the master was chosen as the guardian and administrator of Zhuling's secret realm, his body was sleeping somewhere in the red crystal rock... As for where, only the master himself knows."

Wei Fuyuan didn't understand the cause and effect relationship: "Why?"

"Well, you can understand that this is a different kind of 'retreat'."

Beiquan replied:

"Master, the old man wants to protect the Zhuling Secret Realm for a long time, so he has to live longer. The best way is to practice meditation in a sleeping posture to prolong his lifespan."

Wei Fuyuan suddenly remembered that he had read the so-called "Turtle's Breath Magic Art" in martial arts novels before, and nodded clearly: "I see."

He thought for a while: "Because the master is in retreat, so he has to use the body of the puppet to move?"

"Yes, that's it."

Beiquan laughed out loud:

"Actually, it doesn't have to be a puppet. As long as it is what the old man wants to use, it can be anything. I have only seen him attach his consciousness to a monkey before to coax my little junior sister."

Wei Fuyuan thought of that puppet with a weird temper, and made up Meng Qiqi's face again, inexplicably sympathized with the little junior sister who had never met, and sincerely hoped that the child would not be left with a childhood shadow.

While talking, the two had arrived at Beiquan's residence.

Beiquan lived in a small courtyard at the southern end of the palace complex.

It is said to be a "small courtyard", but it also has two entrances, one main hall, two gardens, and eight wing rooms at the front and back.

However, such an exquisite small courtyard only lives in Beiquan.

Wei Fuyuan once again refreshed his understanding of Beiquan.

When he saw Beiquan rented a dilapidated dilapidated house before to open the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company, he thought his lover was a poor man with very little money. In the end, he had another job in the secret realm, and even sold it as an ancient garden , this is very embarrassing.

"Actually, I can't use such a large yard by myself, so I only chose one room to live in."

Beiquan led Wei Fuyuan through the main hall, explaining as he walked.

Wei Fuyuan: "What about the other rooms?"

"Keep it as a spare."

Beiquan opened the door of the east chamber, turned around and smiled at Wei Fuyuan:

"Whenever you get tired of living, just change the room."

Wei Fuyuan should have answered "You are very reasonable", but at this moment all his thoughts were attracted by "Beiquan's room is like this".

Beiquan's wing room was not too big, and it didn't have many things. It was very tidy.

The furniture in the room is all antiques usually only found in museums.

Even in the secret realm, the furniture has been used for a long time, and there are still some traces left, but the whole room is spotlessly clean, and even the intricately carved window edges cannot be scratched.

"Just a simple dusting spell."

Bei Quan bent his eyes, "The life of a warlock is actually quite convenient, right?"

Wei Fuyuan walked into Beiquan's room and walked around slowly.

He tried his best to maintain a calm face, but his heart was beating wildly. For some reason, he felt nervous, apprehensive, and very excited.

——This is Beiquan's room!

Wei Fuyuan thought:

——It's the room where Beiquan grew up!

His mind was filled with a strong sense of excitement, selectively ignoring the fact that it was impossible for Beiquan to sleep in the same room for more than 20 years.

Wei Fuyuan touched the furniture one by one, with a serious expression and gentle eyes.

He touched the window edge, desk, low table, chair, bench, and screen all the way, until he walked into the depths of the room and touched Beiquan's bed.

"……it's beautiful."

Wei Fuyuan traced the relief of magnolia flowers on the bed rail with his fingertips, and sighed in a low voice.

Beiquan walked leisurely to Wei Fuyuan's side, folded his arms, and asked with a smile, "Is it just beautiful?"

Wei Fuyuan felt his head explode, and his blood rushed straight to the sky.

The next second, he hugged Beiquan and fell into the mahogany four-poster bed carved with white magnolias.

The bed curtain was torn off by the actions of the two, and it fluttered over them.

"……Wait a moment!"

Beiquan struggled to push Wei Fuyuan away a little, "The bed curtain fell off... eh!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the little wolf cub bit his lip and blocked him tightly...

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By the time the two of them had had enough tossing about on Beiquan's bed, it would have been an hour later.

Facts have proved that even though Beiquan's cultivation base is very high, his body is a mortal body after all, and he has endured too much in one breath, and he still feels like his bones are falling apart, and his whole body aches even when he moves.

Especially in a certain hidden place, the feeling is even more painful and joyful, which is hard to describe.

Beiquan was too tired to get up to take a bath, so he cut a small slit on his fingertips, and drew a cleansing charm in mid-air with his blood, cleaning up the messy marks on the two of them.

Wei Fuyuan turned over, grabbed Beiquan's arm, and stuffed it back into the bed, "Tired?"

he asks.

Beiquan smiled: "Are you more tired?"

After all, Xiaowei is the one who contributes to the work, so he just needs to be responsible and enjoy himself.

Beiquan's throat is now dry, and his voice is even hoarse than usual, inexplicably more ambiguous.

Wei Fuyuan's face turned red again.

The hard work just now was indeed considered physical labor, but compared to the pleasure and satisfaction he got from it, he was happy no matter how tired he was.

Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan began to recollect the bliss just now in his mind unconsciously, the more he thought about it, the sweeter he became, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but feel a little ready to move.

"Enough, you are not tired, I am really tired."

Beiquan slapped Wei Fuyuan's arm hard, "Close your eyes, sleep and refresh yourself!"

Wei Fuyuan had no choice but to close his eyes.

About 30 seconds later, Wei Fuyuan quietly opened his eyes again, facing Shang Beiquan's eyes with a crooked smile.

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

"Well, I can't sleep."

He simply admitted it honestly.

"I want to look at you."

After finishing speaking, Wei Fuyuan moved to Beiquan's lips and pecked lightly.

Beiquan smiled and kissed him back: "Then let's talk."

Wei Fuyuan pulled down the quilt a little, exposing Beiquan's shoulders, "What is this?"

He traced the marks on Beiquan's left shoulder with his fingers.

On Beiquan's left shoulder was a half-moon-shaped scar, which looked like a bite mark left by some large beast. Judging from the color of the newborn skin, it should have been left recently.

"When did you get this injury?"

"Before going to Millikin."

Beiquan answered honestly: "I was bitten by a Gu wolf."

Wei Fuyuan didn't know what a Gu wolf was, but he knew how weak Beiquan was when he was in the Chen family's mansion, so he was immediately angry and distressed:

"Who did it?!"

Beiquan smiled and explained softly.

"I didn't see who the person who attacked me was, but now it seems that it is probably Zhu Hongluo."

He paused:

"I'm referring to the Zhu Hongluo who was taken away."

Wei Fuyuan asked again: "Why did he attack you?"

"At that time, I was handing over the angry ghost in the fan of the gods to the envoy from Zhuling's secret realm."

Beiquan said:

"'He' should be trying to snatch away the ghost..."

Having said that, Beiquan turned his eyes and whispered to himself:

"... Well, now that I think about it, 'he' has even learned how to make a Gu wolf... I don't know how much more 'he' has learned..."

Wei Fuyuan heard the deep meaning in Beiquan's words: "You know 'he'... I mean who is the one who took away Zhu Hongluo?"

So Beiquan briefly told Wei Fuyuan about Ah Song's identity and the fact that he stole the Mishen Banner.

"Fuck, this person is too scheming!"

After Wei Fuyuan heard this, he felt furious, "What age do you want to live forever? Does he think he is Qin Shihuang?!"

"Okay, okay, master taught me how to deal with Ah Song."

Beiquan gives his lover a smooth hair.

"After we go back, we can start to investigate his whereabouts."

Only then did Wei Fuyuan feel better.

"By the way, we have already met the master, and the old man has also explained what he should explain..."

Master Wei touched Beiquan's face:

"Are we still here?"

He didn't know what the ratio of time flow between Zhuling's secret realm and the present world was, and he was a little worried that if it took too long, he would not be able to catch up with Thursday's "Thriller Night Talk".

"About this..."

Beiquan put away his smile and said to Wei Fuyuan:

"I want to ask what you mean."

Wei Fuyuan asked blankly: "What's the matter?"

Beiquan stared into Wei Fuyuan's eyes, and murmured in a low voice:

"Do you want to know what your... looks like?"

Beiquan's two words were spoken in a very low volume, and the words were also slurred, so Wei Fuyuan couldn't hear them clearly.

He leaned closer, touching the tip of Beiquan's nose, "What did you say?"

"I mean... your past life."

Beiquan repeated again:

"Do you want to know what your previous life was like?"

Wei Fuyuan was shocked.

"what?"

His eyes widened in disbelief: "You know my previous life?"