After the Demon Lord Lost His Memory, He Became the Immortal Venerable's Dao Companion - Chapter 3

“Answer your husband first, my lady.”

Shen Yuzong’s body temperature was indeed higher than that of an ordinary person; this was a result of having been scorched by demonic fire previously. Even half of his face had been ruined by that same fire.

Demonic fire is characterized by its intense heat and its ability to amplify base desires.

He had originally cultivated the Path of Heartlessness, but he had shattered that path a year ago.

Now, he possessed a bit of everything. His body contained both demonic energy and spiritual power, along with the lingering remains of the demonic fire. These three forces could convert into one another and be used interchangeably, which sounded impressive, though they would occasionally clash and surge within him.

However, he did not mind.

Shen Yuzong tucked the blanket securely around the person in the bed, then retrieved a bright red gauze garment from his storage ring.

The gauze was densely covered in fine, shimmering flecks. It should have been a delightful sight, but under the sunlight, those flecks looked disturbingly like pairs of eyes attached to the fabric.

Moreover, it was far too transparent.

Qi Yan was reluctant to take it, but fearing that if he refused, Shen Yuzong would simply give him nothing at all, he tried to negotiate. “Could you add another layer?”

Unexpectedly, Shen Yuzong was exceptionally easygoing this time. He gave a faint “Hmm” and took out a deep red inner slip to place on top.

However, in Shen Yuzong’s line of sight, this inner slip was actually transparent—a fact Qi Yan was completely oblivious to.

To prevent the man from peeking, Qi Yan said firmly, “Turn around and face away from me.”

“Why? Zhuzhu, I have not only seen every inch of your body, but I have also touched and licked…”

Seeing that Shen Yuzong was getting carried away, Qi Yan hurriedly covered the man’s mouth with the clothes he was holding. “Can you stop saying such, such shameless things all the time!”

Shen Yuzong’s expression remained unchanged. He simply grabbed Qi Yan’s palm and pressed it to his lips to kiss it a few times, even extending his tongue to lick it gently.

Feeling the moisture on his palm, Qi Yan’s face instantly flushed crimson, his very fingertips trembling with shyness.

“How, how can you be like this?” He bit his lip, on the verge of tears.

Qi Yan truly had no way to deal with Shen Yuzong; he could not scold him away, he could not beat him in a fight, and he was even afraid to slap him lest the man lick his hand in response.

Shen Yuzong was very satisfied with his handiwork. He held Qi Yan’s hand in his own, bringing it before his face and examining it over and over as if it were a priceless treasure.

His eyes were like ripples of autumn water; his fingers were as delicate as white spring onions.

If the disciples of the Chaotian Sect could see this, they would be shocked. Who could have imagined that the once emotionless, stone-faced Immortal Venerable would now act like such a rogue?

Qi Yan simply could not stand it anymore. Just by sitting there, he felt as if he were wrapped in a furnace.

Finally finding an opportunity, Qi Yan pulled his hand back and wiped his palm vigorously against Shen Yuzong’s sleeve. “Stop licking my hand! It is all covered in saliva!”

Shen Yuzong was amused. He cast a spell to dry Qi Yan’s palm instantly. “How is it now? Why are you so delicate, Zhuzhu?”

Qi Yan began pushing on Shen Yuzong’s shoulder again, frowning. “Turn around! Why will you not listen to me?”

Shen Yuzong’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his gaze deepening. “Answer your husband first, my lady.”

Qi Yan’s eyes turned red with frustration. “How can you be such a rogue! You are just taking advantage of the fact that I do not remember anything to bully me however you please!”

“Yes. I am my lady’s rogue.” Shen Yuzong was the type of person who would climb up the moment he was given a pole. Since Qi Yan’s scolding felt like nothing more than a light touch, he treated it all as flirting.

“Turn around! Otherwise…”

“Otherwise what?” Shen Yuzong picked up a stray lock of hair, winding it around his fingertip.

“Otherwise, I will not acknowledge you as my, my husband.” When he reached the last two words, Qi Yan’s voice became as thin as a mosquito’s buzz.

“That is not allowed.” Shen Yuzong reached out to block Qi Yan’s retreat and said again, “Zhuzhu cannot do that.”

Seeing that Shen Yuzong intended to continue his unreasonable pestering, Qi Yan took a step back. “Then close your eyes. I will finish changing, and then you may open them.”

Shen Yuzong looked at the clothes, thoughtful. “Fine. Your husband will be considerate since you have lost your memories and cannot accept these things for now. But you cannot act like this later; otherwise, you will be spoiled rotten.”

Qi Yan was truly amazed by Shen Yuzong’s ability to twist black into white—he could even make a baseless argument sound like he had a point.

However, Shen Yuzong kept his word and closed his eyes after saying that.

Qi Yan stood up and noticed a few bronze mirrors in the room, placed irregularly in various directions.

There was a large mirror opposite the bed that was enough to show his entire body. Qi Yan looked at the mirror shyly. He saw a man with ink-black hair cascading down to his calves, skin as smooth and white as lard, glowing with a soft luster. With his amorous eyes, long lashes, and vermilion lips, his beauty was so intense it bordered on the ethereal—almost ghostly.

His stomach and thighs were slightly soft, truly deserving of the phrase “a feast for the eyes.” The only flaw was a long-standing, brownish scar in the center of his abdomen, vertical like a knife cut.

He raised a hand to touch the scar, but his mind held no memory of its origin.

Realizing what he was doing, Qi Yan’s face turned bright red. Thank goodness Shen Yuzong did not see.

Otherwise, he would surely mock him.

Qi Yan grabbed the clothes and prepared to put them on, when he suddenly noticed that the inner slip had an extra piece of fabric sewn into it.

“Shen Yuzong!”

“What is it, Zhuzhu? Are you finished changing?” Shen Yuzong began to rise.

“No! Do not open your eyes! I, I wanted to ask, why is there an extra piece sewn onto the inner slip…” Qi Yan was too embarrassed to say the words.

“Because we are husband and wife, silly Zhuzhu.”

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