They Are Archenemies, But They Have A Child - Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Chaos

“You, lie down.”

Yun Qingwu looked at the bed Leng Licí pointed to, then back at the human-form Little Flame standing before him in astonishment.

“What are you doing?” He felt an inexplicable nervousness inside, yet his expression remained composed, though he subconsciously clenched the corner of his clothing.

“Dual cultivation.”

!

Yun Qingwu’s pupils constricted. He suspected he was hallucinating, but his body processed the information first, flushing crimson instantly.

He had heard A-Ze use this term and knew it meant the same as “entering the bridal chamber.”

“We… we are both men.” He suppressed the fierce pounding of his heart, seemingly calmly pointing out the issue.

“So?” Leng Licí frowned, his face impatient.

Yun Qingwu’s Adam’s apple bobbed. For a moment, various thoughts rushed through his mind forcibly.

Could Little Flame have feelings for him?

The scenes of same-sex eroticism described in storybooks were automatically replaced by his brain with the two of them as protagonists, startling him. He abruptly looked away.

He actually… wasn’t entirely opposed to it?

“It’s… not impossible, but you need to give me some time to prepare.” He focused intently on the brightly blooming peonies outside the window.

“Troublesome.” Leng Licí’s patience ran out. As soon as he spoke, he drew his sword and swung it. The sword instantly stretched and softened, moving towards Yun Qingwu, binding him tightly.

When Yun Qingwu was flung onto the bed, he still tried to argue: “If the preparation isn’t adequate, you’ll be uncomfortable.”

Uncomfortable? Uncomfortable how?

Whatever he’s uncomfortable about, it’s irrelevant.

Leng Licí drew the sword back and used his leg to firmly pin the man down.

Only then did Yun Qingwu react, saying incredulously: “You… want to be the dominant one?”

Leng Licí didn’t want any more nonsense, applying force with his hand.

Yun Qingwu only felt a chill in his lower body and immediately began to struggle violently.

“Wait—”

Unfortunately, his hands were fixed in place, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

Just as he was about to give up, he realized that the person on top of him seemed… inept?

Leng Licí frowned, looking at his entirely unresponsive “brother,” and then at the person his “brother” was facing.

“…”

What went wrong?

His knowledge reserve regarding physical dual cultivation was virtually zero.

Yun Qingwu took a few deep breaths, steadying his breathing, and coaxed: “Little Flame, release me. I know how to do it. Let me take the lead.”

As soon as this was said, the previously unresponsive area immediately sprang to life.

“I know too!”

Leng Licí said this and seemed intent on proving it through action, rushing in headlong.

The immense pain instantly stripped Yun Qingwu of all reason. Instinctively, he wanted to escape the source of the agony. His breathing became increasingly ragged due to his movements.

Seeing this, the initially calm heart of Leng Licí burst into a roaring fire. The fire spread, scorching every one of his nerves, the concentrated heat rushing straight to his crown.

This is it…

This is exactly how he should be.

Yun Qingwu lay on the bed, his peripheral vision falling on Leng Licí’s face. His struggling movements subconsciously slowed down.

In the dream, he had only ever seen the blurry profile of Little Flame. Never before had he seen him clearly in such a state of desire.

The pale corners of his eyes were tinged with a delicate red, like the rich sunset glow, radiant and beautiful.

Yet, a trace of lingering coldness remained in his eyes, which made Yun Qingwu unable to resist falling into it, nurturing a desire for conquest.

The physical pain gradually subsided. An unfamiliar rush of pleasure surged up, conquering and occupying his body.

The tiny mole on his nose constantly jumped with his breathing. This almost imperceptible movement drew Leng Licí’s attention.

This seemed to be the first time he noticed the mole’s existence. Under an impulse, he lowered his head and lightly touched the bothersome spot with the tip of his tongue.

The mole’s owner tensed up, held his breath, and his body involuntarily trembled slightly.

Yun Qingwu tilted his head up, looking at the extremely pale lips close to him, instinctively wanting to kiss them, but missed, finding only the reddish neck.

Why won’t he let me kiss him…

A feeling of resentment suddenly arose in his heart. Under the allure of this emotion, he tried to bite the neck before him fiercely. But at the last moment, he changed his mind, retracting his sharp canine teeth, and gently kissed it instead.

The warm and gentle sensation on his neck startled Leng Licí. The rigid tension in his body suddenly melted away. The fierce beast was soothed, and its actions softened accordingly.

The eight tails behind him scrambled out, wrapped around the person below, smoothed over Yun Qingwu’s neck, and finally wrapped him tightly in his embrace, leaving no gap.

The intense smell of incense and the scent of ice and snow rushed to fill the entire room, merging into a refreshing and pleasant minty aroma.

At some point, Yun Qingwu felt the restraining force on his limbs disappear. He reached out and wrapped his hands around the neck of the person on top of him, embracing him tightly.

So warm, he thought.

The next morning, A-Ge, who came as usual to help with washing up, knocked on the door. When there was no response for a long time, and seeing that the court meeting would be late soon, he gritted his teeth and pushed the door open, walking into the room.

“Your Majesty—Your—”

His second utterance of the name was deeply swallowed.

There was someone in the King’s bed!!!

He hurriedly backed away, retreating outside the door, and closed it with a bang.

Because of the sheer shock, the force in his hands was a bit out of control. The loud bang of the door startled even himself. To avoid being “silenced,” he turned and left the scene, deciding to come back later.

Inside the room, black hair and red hair were intertwined, remnants of the previous night’s erotic spring.

After the noise, the owner of the black hair’s eyelashes trembled. A fierce headache threatened to split his skull.

Pain…

He subconsciously tried to reach up and cover his head, but found his hand was too firmly pressed down by some unknown heavy object. It was numb and completely without sensation.

What is it?

Yun Qingwu struggled to open his eyes. As his vision gradually cleared, his pupils tightly constricted. The thing pinning his hand down was actually a person… no, accurately, half a fox!

He exerted all his strength, pushing the half-fox away, and retreated three steps backward.

Why is Leng Licí here?!

Shards of memory flooded in.

“Ugly? Not ugly. Our Little Flame is so beautiful—red for joy, black for handsomeness.”

“Little Flame, so Little Flame, you actually like sweet and vegetarian food! Then I’ll make it for you every day!”

“Little Flame, want to sleep with me?”

“Little Flame, release me. I know how to do it. Let me take the lead.”

Little Flame…

Little Flame…

Little Flame…

Finally converging into the scorching heat of skin intertwined and the ambiguous scent lingering on his neck.

Oh, and the extremely strong sense of pain in a certain area at this moment.

Yun Qingwu’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

What kind of foolish things did he do?!

Leng Licí, who was already on the verge of waking up, was completely roused by the push. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was look at his body.

Success!

A hint of delight appeared in his eyes.

This delight was extremely faint, but in Yun Qingwu’s eyes, it was like adding coal to a fire, instantly burning away his rationality.

“Leng! Li! Cí!”

He ground his teeth as he shouted, and the next second, he pounced on the person who had just sat up, raising his fist and punching Leng Licí’s face.

The full force left a red mark directly on the cheek that was still tinged with residual flush.

The stinging, fiery pain on his cheek darkened Leng Licí’s eyes. He used his hand like a blade, slashing towards Yun Qingwu’s neck. Unlike Yun Qingwu, who had no spiritual power and only brute force, Leng Licí’s attack carried spiritual power. Although it was only half his full strength, the lethality was significant.

Yun Qingwu grunted, instantly feeling dizzy. His hand lost its grip, and he slumped directly onto Leng Licí’s body.

Both were naked at this moment. The sudden heavy weight eliminated any gap between their skin. All they felt was a familiar yet strange heat.

The sensation of the previous night’s entanglement surged back.

“Get off me!”

Leng Licí’s breathing was ragged, and he kicked out a leg.

“Don’t go too far!”

Yun Qingwu covered his lower abdomen, glaring angrily at the unapologetic demon.

“What? Do you intend to spend the rest of your life here?” Leng Licí performed a spell to put his clothes back on, looking at Yun Qingwu with cold eyes.

Yun Qingwu stared at Leng Licí. After a long silence, the immense fire in his heart abruptly extinguished.

Now was indeed not the time to dwell on this. He forcibly suppressed his chaotic thoughts.

“What did you discover?” He looked away, picking up the scattered underclothes, attempting to maintain some decency, but every movement was a constant reminder of what he experienced last night due to the soreness in his body. Hence, his tone was stiff.

Leng Licí’s gaze followed his movements. When he saw the frankly brutal red marks and teeth impressions, his eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly. The coolness in his eyes gained a few more shades of darkness.

Only when all the marks were covered by the white fabric did he speak, briefly explaining his discoveries during this period. Finally, he asked: “So, what do you think this juncture is?”

Yun Qingwu walked to the window. It was spring outside, with birds singing and flowers fragrant. The crisp silver bell sounds and playful noises were mixed in this spring day, a vibrant and flourishing scene.

It overlapped with the deepest memory image, evoking both nostalgia and fear.

“The Xīnyǒu Year, Jiăwŭ Month, Rén’yín Day, three years from now.” His eyes darkened, and he continued: “He wants me to be like him, to witness the suffering of the citizens, and finally perish with the Southern Ze Kingdom.”

“Since that’s the case, as long as this event doesn’t proceed according to the predetermined fate, we can break the situation?” Leng Licí analyzed along the line of thought.

Yun Qingwu nodded: “Theoretically, yes. The Gēngshēn Year, which is next year, is the starting point of all these disasters.”

Yun Qingwu tightened his grip on the window ledge: “That year, a group of chicken demons invaded the Southern Ze Kingdom while I was away, completely destroying the stable ecosystem. They deceived the citizens’ trust but only cared about their own selfish desires. Eventually, the people suffered greatly, and by the time I returned, everything was beyond remedy. They no longer trusted me, and I couldn’t save them.”

The wounds of the past had not healed with time. Each recollection was like another deep cut on the injury. Yun Qingwu took a deep breath, maintaining the calm of his voice: “As for you, you are an outsider to this world. Perhaps he is only using you as collateral, but it’s also possible he arranged other ways for you to die, which we currently have no way of knowing. But for now, we must at least prevent the chicken demons from causing trouble in the Southern Ze Kingdom, which might change the trajectory of fate.”

Leng Licí frowned, somewhat confused: “If so, why not just send us directly to three years later?”

“Allowing the person you hate to die quickly and painlessly is not the hallmark of an effective revenge method. Aren’t you the one who knows this path best?”

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Yun Qingwu’s eyes, whether directed at others or something else.

“I won’t let those who provoke me die comfortably, but I also won’t give them a chance to escape.” Leng Licí raised his chin slightly, scoffing at the analogy.

After a moment, he said mockingly: “Chicken demons, of all things, managed to overthrow your century-long efforts in just a few years? Is that all the mighty Primal Lord of the Celestial Realm is capable of?”

The words were like arrows, precisely hitting Yun Qingwu’s festering wound. He closed his eyes, yet his tone remained unrevealing: “If one harbors malicious intent, why worry about failure? Isn’t you, the Lord of the Demon Realm, the best proof of that?”

“A reasonable point. Indeed, the ability to single-handedly cause the self-proclaimed righteous divine race to harbor murderous intentions towards the demon race is not to be underestimated.”

The comment was backhanded, but Yun Qingwu didn’t want to argue further. Since the event hadn’t happened yet, he needed to maintain the current flow of life and attend the morning court meeting.

But as he reached the screen, a question suddenly occurred to him. He turned back to Leng Licí and asked:

“Have you seen the ‘me’ of this world?”

Since he had become Meng Huang now, then who was Yun Qingwu?