roccoschili Chapter 107 My Little Flame
Chapter 107 My Little Flame
Rong Jin was anxious in the hotel for a whole day because the fake token was exposed. He wanted to go find Yan Muhuai but didn't dare.
The main reason was that after meeting Yan Muhuai, he continued to make up lies. After confirming that the other party was his master, his lies came one after another, and no one knew when it would end.
This time he could actually use the matter of the jade token to directly reveal that he didn't have such a lover, but just wanted to use this method to get close to Yan Muhuai.
But doing so is a gamble. Either Yan Muhuai will fall for it and be willing to let him get closer, or Yan Muhuai will be disgusted by his behavior and never have anything to do with him again.
Because they had only known each other for a short time, he had no idea what position he held in Yan Muhuai's heart, and he could only win and not lose.
He absolutely could not tolerate Yan Muhuai drawing a line between him and him!
These questions kept turning over and over in his mind, and he tossed and turned in bed. After several hours, he still couldn't fall asleep at all.
When there was a knock on the door, Rong Jin thought it was Ming Fei, so he slowly got up and opened the door.
Outside the door, Yan Muhuai leaned lazily against the door frame, looking at Rong Jin with a half-smile on his face.
The person was still the same person, but Rong Jin felt as if the alienated shell on him was suddenly broken, making him dream back to another world in an instant.
"Master, Master... It's you, Muhuai? You come to see me so late..." Before Rong Jin could finish his words, Yan Muhuai walked past him and went inside.
The two tall men were unable to move aside at the entrance, and their shoulders inevitably bumped into each other.
Rong Jin turned around and looked at Yan Muhuai's back, touching his nose guiltily.
He might be done tonight.
Yan Muhuai sat down and saw the red wine on the table. He poured himself a glass and told Rong Jin, "Bring another glass."
Rong Jin hadn’t figured out Yan Muhuai’s approach yet, but out of instinct, he obediently took a cup and handed it over.
"Do you want to drink?" Rong Jin asked carefully.
This made Yan Muhuai frown, "What's wrong? You don't want to give people this wine? Sit down, let's have two drinks."
"Okay." Rong Jin sat down obediently.
But what he wanted to say was: Master, your alcohol tolerance is terrible.
Yan Muhuai seldom drinks. In his long memory, he couldn't remember when he had ever drunk alcohol, so when he saw there was wine on Rong Jin's table, he was moved.
After drinking a glass of red wine, he took out the jade token and placed it on the table.
Seeing that Yan Muhuai had already drunk, Rong Jin hurried to join in the fun.
As a result, when he saw the jade token, he almost spit out the wine he had just drunk.
"I helped you find your lover." Yan Muhuai's voice was very calm, without any emotion.
Rong Jin was a little surprised, "Ah?"
"Liu Tiezhu, he was 30 years old when he died, he was from Qinghe Village..." Yan Muhuai said the information he had forgotten for a long time.
When he went to the other world, he only had a soul but no body. In addition, he was a ghost cultivator. When he was in soul state, the ghost energy on his body would affect the people around him. If he wanted to suppress the ghost energy or experience what it was like to be a human being, he had to borrow someone else's body. Most ghost cultivators chose to take over the bodies of living people, but he felt that method was too unethical, so they usually only borrowed the bodies of dead people.
In the other world for hundreds of years, he has borrowed tens of thousands of corpses. It is impossible for him to know the identity of every body, and even if he knew, he would not be able to remember it.
Liu Tiezhu was an ordinary corpse among them. The only unusual thing was that it was the first one he borrowed after picking up his apprentice.
So it was nothing special to him, he would forget it after using it, but his little apprentice would definitely remember it deeply.
"That's enough." Rong Jin interrupted Yan Muhuai, "He is not my lover."
Yan Muhuai stared at him sideways, "Isn't it? Then tell me, who is your lover?"
Rong Jin filled Yan Muhuai's glass with wine again. "This is my privacy. I can..."
He was halfway through his words when Yan Muhuai suddenly grabbed his collar and pushed him down on the sofa.
Yan Muhuai looked down at Rong Jin, his eyes slightly red.
"Tell me, are you Rong Jin, or my little flame?" When Yan Muhuai woke up from his dream, he had already confirmed Rong Jin's identity.
Rong Jin is the little apprentice he picked up in another world.
It's just that this kid was too bold and dared to play tricks in front of him, making him really think that he had recognized the wrong person.
When he heard the words "my little flame", Rong Jin's heart began to beat uncontrollably, as if someone was hitting it with a hammer, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He looked at Yan Muhuai's eyes that seemed to melt him, moved his lips slightly, and called out, "Master..."
These two short words turned over and over in his mind thousands of times. They were the secret throbbing that had been suppressed for hundreds of years, and also the crazy longing that spanned hundreds of years.
He could be anyone or no one, and his identity was not important at all, but Yan Muhuai must be his master.
Once the name was given, their relationship was confirmed. Rong Jin did not struggle, but just lay down and waited to be beaten.
His behavior during this period has fully demonstrated what he feels for Yan Muhuai.
He betrayed his teacher and ancestors, and committed treason. He will certainly not be able to escape the beating.
"When did it start?" The expected fist did not fall, but Rong Jin saw Yan Muhuai suddenly lose strength and fall on his chest.
Rong Jin: “…”
Happiness came too suddenly, and his heart, which had just been beating fast, suddenly stopped.
Yan Muhuai was drunk. After holding on for a long time, his hands felt a little sore, so he just fell down.
This is the disciple he has raised for hundreds of years. It’s okay to rely on him for a little while, right?
After not hearing a reply for a long while, he felt that this disciple was becoming more and more disobedient, so he leaned on Rong Jin's strong chest to support himself.
Rong Jin climbed up from the bed and opened the door for Yan Muhuai. He was wearing a silk home suit. Yan Muhuai had just grabbed his collar, exposing a large area of his chest. Half of Yan Muhuai's palm was pressed directly on his skin.
Yan Muhuai's reaction was a little slow at this moment, and he didn't feel anything.
But to Rong Jin, it was like a red-hot iron was placed on his chest. This iron would not cause him burning pain, but it could ignite the fire in his body.
"Are you mute? Speak." Yan Muhuai urged dissatisfiedly.
"Since my master picked me up." Rong Jin took a deep breath, imagined himself as a corpse, and answered Yan Muhuai's words without daring to move, "My soul is incomplete in the other world, and I have no way to accurately express my feelings, otherwise..."
Otherwise, he would have let Yan Muhuai know what he was thinking long ago. He actually didn't want Yan Muhuai to be his master. He wanted Yan Muhuai to be his lover.
However, he still didn't dare to say such blunt words, even though Yan Muhuai already knew his dirty thoughts.
He could accept going back to the past with his master and getting along as master and disciple, but he could not accept being separated from his master again.
"What else?" Rong Jin didn't dare to say it, but Yan Muhuai wanted to ask.
Rong Jin kept silent, so Yan Muhuai raised his hand and pinched his chin, "Go on."