After the Demon Lord Lost His Memory, He Became the Immortal Venerable's Dao Companion - Chapter 12

“Is that so? Then Zhuzhu is a good child.”

On the other side, Rong Yu, who had already returned to the Chaotian Sect, was having a miserable time.

Not only was he forbidden from leaving the mountain again, but he was also forced into seclusion. Sitting in the ice chamber, the more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt. He truly felt that Qi Yan looked somewhat familiar.

It was as if he had seen him somewhere before.

His communication stone lit up; it was a message from his junior sister.

【Senior brother, what did you do to get in trouble?】

Sigh, his senior brother had been stabbed in the back again. Was it not agreed that they would not tell the Master?

【Consider me unlucky, senior brother suffered a loss in silence.】

Rong Yu put down the communication stone and looked at the snow-white ice walls on all sides. His desire to perish reached its peak.

…It really was just so strange!

Uncle-Master Shen, someone who remained in seclusion year-round and rarely even left the sect, where on earth did he snatch a wife from?

Wait a moment.

According to his knowledge, Uncle-Master Shen’s face was burned during the first year after he eradicated the Demon Lord. That was also the year he suddenly disappeared from the sect.

Furthermore, Shen Yuzong had never taken on any disciples, and almost no one could track his movements.

In other words, in the year after killing the Demon Lord, Uncle-Master Shen not only became disfigured and broke his path, but also conveniently found a wife.

…This was a bit magical, was it not?

No, he seemed to have seen Qi Yan somewhere before.

“What the!”

“What the! What the, what the, what the, what the, what the!”

Unlike the utterly shocked Rong Yu within the Chaotian Sect, Qi Yan was lying on the bed at this very moment.

The corners of his eyes were burned a bright red, and he was huddled weakly with the quilt.

He did not know what was wrong with himself; it was as if he were a fish pulled onto dry land, with his body constantly leaking water.

His skin was burning hot, his eyes were filled with moisture, and even his vision was clouded by a layer of mist.

Shen Yuzong leaned in and pressed the back of his hand against Qi Yan’s forehead. The temperature was not particularly high, but Qi Yan’s entire face was flushed red, and his eyelashes were covered in tiny tears.

“What is wrong, Zhuzhu? Is there somewhere you feel uncomfortable?”

Qi Yan’s movements were exceptionally sluggish at this moment, and it took quite a while for him to register what Shen Yuzong had said.

He shook his head gently.

Shen Yuzong was worried. He did not know if this was a special phase for a merman or some hidden ailment Qi Yan possessed.

Shen Yuzong leaned in closer again and pressed his hand against Qi Yan’s cheek.

Suddenly, Qi Yan grabbed Shen Yuzong’s hand and rubbed against it like a cat.

Shen Yuzong was stunned for a moment, then broke into a smile, lifted the bed quilt, and climbed in beside him.

Realizing what he was doing, Qi Yan looked at Shen Yuzong in shock, then embarrassedly tried to retreat.

Shen Yuzong reached out one arm, clamped it around Qi Yan’s waist, and pulled him into his embrace.

Qi Yan lacked the strength to compete with Shen Yuzong at the best of times, and now it was even worse. Even his attempt to push him away felt like nothing more than a soft caress.

“What is the matter, Zhuzhu?” Shen Yuzong pressed his face against Qi Yan’s neck, taking advantage of the fact that Qi Yan was too weak to resist to kiss down along his skin.

Kisses landed along the side of his neck, fueled by the scorching temperature. Qi Yan reflexively drew his legs together.

He opened his clouded eyes and glared at Shen Yuzong. “Shen Yuzong, are you not annoyed by yourself?”

“I am,” Shen Yuzong replied, agreeing with Qi Yan as he pressed his palm against Qi Yan’s lower abdomen.

“Does it hurt? Or are you feeling unwell?”

Qi Yan’s eyes filled with tears, and he could not say a single word.

He was starting to suspect that Shen Yuzong was doing this on purpose. Knowing that his lower abdomen and waist were sensitive, he deliberately kept his hand placed there while Qi Yan had no strength to resist.

Shen Yuzong did not care that he received no answer, continuing to play the role of a warm and caring husband.

“Is Zhuzhu suffering from an old ailment again? However, since I see you are uncomfortable this time, I will not punish you,” Shen Yuzong said considerately.

Qi Yan was in no mood to refute him, his eyes half-closed and his expression wilted.

But in an instant, Qi Yan suddenly stiffened, and even the hand resting on Shen Yuzong’s shoulder did not know where to go.

Why did ancestral memories also have a delay? Qi Yan thought in despair.

It turned out that mermen had a tidal period once every year. This so-called tidal period was equivalent to the mating season of mammals.

During this period, a merman’s emotions would be extremely unstable, and they would experience an intense craving for suitable water flow and an inseparable partner.

And right now, his body’s reaction was the precursor to the tidal period.

Qi Yan instantly lost the will to live. Just the thought of how Shen Yuzong would tease him if he found out about this made his body tremble uncontrollably.

Yet, his body insisted on defying his will to get closer to Shen Yuzong.

Shen Yuzong looked at Qi Yan’s blank expression, feeling a bit puzzled. “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing!” Qi Yan replied, trembling with fear.

“What were you thinking about just now? Hmm?” Shen Yuzong pressed on, his eyes locked directly onto Qi Yan.

Sweat beaded on Qi Yan’s forehead. He instinctively wanted to bite his lip, but Shen Yuzong reached out and pulled his lips apart.

Looking at Shen Yuzong’s expression, Qi Yan felt his scalp go numb. He must never let Shen Yuzong know about the tidal period!

“I was not thinking of anything!” Qi Yan said nervously.

Shen Yuzong chuckled. Usually, if he even moved an inch, Qi Yan would have started scolding him; he would never have answered questions so obediently as he did today.

“Zhuzhu, do not lie to your husband. Lying is not something a good child should do,” Shen Yuzong said, taking Qi Yan’s hand and pressing it gently against his face.

“I would not lie to you.” Qi Yan’s eyes darted around; he might as well have written guilty on his face.

Little liar.

“Is that so? Then Zhuzhu is a good child.” Shen Yuzong smoothed the hair from both sides of Qi Yan’s face, his tone gentle.

Qi Yan nodded weakly and shrunk back toward the wall.

“However.”

Qi Yan swallowed hard, biting his lip as he looked at Shen Yuzong.

“If I were to catch Zhuzhu lying.”

“No, that will not happen,” Qi Yan quickly replied.

Shen Yuzong did not say whether he believed him or not, simply lowering his head and chuckling to himself.

“Is it that you will not be caught, or that you will not lie?”

Obviously, it is that I will not be caught!

Qi Yan looked awkwardly at the corner of the wall, his voice as thin as a mosquito’s hum. “I will not lie.”

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