Words of the Illusion Part 2

After holding back for a long time, Lu Shu finally squeezed out a sentence, "Could it be that your master also has intentions towards you?"

Lu Guijiu's eyes lit up, "Oh?"

Lu Shu: "...It's also possible. After all, who would be willing to make themselves look so wretched if not for the most important person."

Lu Guijiu only felt his chest grow heavy. He looked at Zhang Jingmo who was still drinking heartily across from him and couldn't help reaching into his chest, touching that already cold heart.

Zhang Jingmo drank halfway before heedlessly lying down on the ground. He pillowed his head on his own hands, his expression lacking the usual aloofness, replaced by a relaxed air. He said casually, "Guijiu, don't let me down."

Zhang Jingmo had said these words countless times. Lu Guijiu didn't know why his master had to say it to him over and over again, but deep in Lu Guijiu's heart, there was a guess that he himself didn't dare acknowledge.

Seeing this, Lu Shu sighed, "I actually think your master really does have intentions towards you."

Lu Guijiu pursed his lips, unwilling to speak. He watched Zhang Jingmo swallow mouthfuls of spirit wine, then fall asleep in front of him without any reservations.

This was an unguarded posture that would only be shown in front of the most trusted person. Zhang Jingmo's head was slightly tilted, his black hair scattered all over the ground. The fair nape of his neck was faintly exposed amidst the long hair. Seeing this, Lu Guijiu slowly stood up and walked to Zhang Jingmo's side.

"Master," Lu Guijiu said, "you're drunk."

Zhang Jingmo's eyes were half-closed as he let out a soft breath, but did not respond to Lu Guijiu's words.

Lu Guijiu bent down, smelling the alcohol on Zhang Jingmo's lips, then slowly pressed his own lips against them.

Zhang Jingmo was terribly sleepy, unable to open his eyes completely. He could only vaguely feel himself being gently picked up, then something sticking to his lips.

Zhang Jingmo let out a soft moan, his hands weakly pushing away, but the person in front of him held him even tighter.

This was a dream that had repeated countless times. Zhang Jingmo had no way out and could only relax his body, sinking into sweet slumber.

Once a cultivator entered the Dao, they had no need for food or sleep. Zhang Jingmo had cultivated for over eighty years, unwilling to waste even a moment's time. Seeing the progress on Lu Guijiu's side, the emotions he had been suppressing finally erupted.

Over a hundred and twenty lifetimes of endless reincarnation, if placed on someone with an unstable mind, they would have gone mad long ago. However, Zhang Jingmo himself was very clear that if he couldn't find a way to break free, he feared he wasn't far from going insane either.

What use was having the upper hand? What use was stealing others' fortune? This was nothing but stagnant water, and Zhang Jingmo was the pitiful fish about to suffocate in it.

Lu Guijiu stripped off Zhang Jingmo's clothing. He looked at Zhang Jingmo's intact body, but first used his hands to caress Zhang Jingmo's limbs. Those bloody memories tormented him to the point of madness, and only in front of Zhang Jingmo would he suppress the frenzy in his heart.

Now, these severed limbs had not only recovered, but recovered completely.

Lu Guijiu kissed from Zhang Jingmo's fingertips to his toes, then took Zhang Jingmo's toes into his mouth, lightly nibbling on them.

Zhang Jingmo felt a slight itch between his toes and couldn't help curling them up, letting out a pitiful moan.

A certain part of Lu Guijiu was painfully hard. From his experience last time, he knew Zhang Jingmo wouldn't wake up, so he no longer held back. He simply used Zhang Jingmo's foot to pleasure himself.

Zhang Jingmo's feet were very beautiful. The first time Lu Guijiu saw them, he wanted to bend down and kiss them. Now, his wish was finally fulfilled. Not only did he kiss them, he did even more outrageous things.

Sure enough, Zhang Jingmo did not wake up. He didn't know his feet were stained with a certain liquid, nor that he was being held in Lu Guijiu's arms, constantly kissed.

Lu Guijiu had been holding it in for over eighty years. During these eighty-plus years, he lived in pain and despair every single day. His mind was filled with the image of Zhang Jingmo's death, leaving no room for anything else.

But now, the person who should have died was standing in front of him, not only apologizing but also drinking and laughing with him.

At this very moment, the person who was the focus of all his emotions was stripped naked and pulled into his arms like a child.

Lu Guijiu couldn't quite control his emotions and bit down hard on Zhang Jingmo's neck. This time, he didn't hold back, leaving a broken tooth mark on Zhang Jingmo's neck. Crimson blood oozed out, slowly sliding down the fair skin to the collarbone.

Zhang Jingmo's brows furrowed slightly, seeming to feel some pain, but Lu Guijiu still couldn't control his actions. While holding Zhang Jingmo, he even reached out his fingers, wanting to expand a certain part.

However, just as he was about to continue, he heard Zhang Jingmo cry out, "Don't..."

This "don't" contained a hint of charm. Zhang Jingmo didn't know what he was dreaming about, but there was a reaction between his legs.

Seeing this, Lu Guijiu felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.

Zhang Jingmo's reaction obviously wasn't like someone who was completely inexperienced. Lu Guijiu only felt a fire burning in his chest. The thought of Zhang Jingmo having done this kind of thing with someone before made him feel like he was going crazy.

Regardless of gender or how much time had passed, Lu Guijiu couldn't accept this at all. He was jealous, so jealous that he wished he could immediately catch that person, strip their soul, and refine their bones, making them unable to reincarnate for eternity.

If Zhang Jingmo were awake at this moment, he would have noticed that the purple in Lu Guijiu's eyes was even more intense. His originally dark eyes were now completely covered by purple.

Lu Guijiu's heart was filled with surging anger. For a moment, he couldn't control his strength and left a few marks on Zhang Jingmo's hand. But this state only lasted for an instant. Lu Guijiu quickly recovered, and the purple in his eyes also receded.

After coming to his senses, Lu Guijiu immediately realized that he had hurt Zhang Jingmo. He was instantly filled with remorse, and the deed he had decided to do was not continued.

Lu Guijiu lowered his head and finally kissed Zhang Jingmo's lips. He knew Zhang Jingmo had many secrets, but he wasn't in a hurry because he knew that one day, he would dig them all out.

He took out the best spiritual medicine from the Sumeru Ring and healed all the bruises on Zhang Jingmo's body. Then, he washed away the dirty liquid on Zhang Jingmo's feet with spiritual liquid. Looking at those pink, round toes, Lu Guijiu couldn't help but kiss them again.

Zhang Jingmo was sleeping soundly and didn't know what had happened to his body. If he knew how Lu Guijiu had speculated about him before, he would probably be so angry that he would slash Lu Guijiu again.

Because of the shadow left by Lu Guijiu in the first life, Zhang Jingmo had been extremely disgusted by those love affairs through so many rebirths. He even regarded this kind of thing as a manifestation of weakness. Even if he occasionally dreamed of old dreams at night, after waking up, he would forcibly suppress his body's reaction with spiritual energy.

Zhang Jingmo slept for more than half a month. When he woke up, he felt refreshed. Looking at his clothes, they were all intact, while Lu Guijiu was still in deep sleep.

Lu Guijiu was indeed good-looking, with sword-like eyebrows and eagle eyes, like a sharp blade. There was no longer any youthful immaturity about him, only the mature aura of a man.

Not knowing what he was thinking about, a blush suddenly appeared on Zhang Jingmo's cheeks. A moment later, he seemed a little annoyed by his own reaction. He snorted, glared at Lu Guijiu again, then got up and continued soaking in the spiritual liquid.

Lu Guijiu woke up several days later. As soon as he woke up, he searched for Zhang Jingmo everywhere. Only after seeing Zhang Jingmo's figure in the spiritual vein did he breathe a sigh of relief.

After all, even now, he was very afraid that the Zhang Jingmo in front of him was just his illusion.

Seeing that Lu Guijiu was awake, Zhang Jingmo turned around and was about to say something, but suddenly his eyes widened, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Before Lu Guijiu could react, he saw Zhang Jingmo's hair nearly standing on end in anger. He roared, "Wicked disciple!" and drew his long sword, slashing at Lu Guijiu.

Lu Guijiu was dumbfounded, but fortunately, he reacted in time and wasn't hurt.

Zhang Jingmo gritted his teeth, so angry that two red clouds appeared on his face. He said, "You actually dare to..."