Demon Lord Gets Married

Chapter 219 - Are You Jealous?

The commotion continued until nearly midnight. Zuo Shaotang persuaded everyone to rest, but when they saw their accommodations, the martial arts world members erupted once more.

Upon entering the mountain, they were awed by the grand and magnificent buildings. Some envied the wealth of the Evil Sect, while others righteously despised them for their ruthlessness.

But when they saw their own lodgings, the earlier sense of humiliation returned. Why is it that ordinary disciples of the Evil Sect get to stay in large courtyards with blue and white walls, while our Sect Leader has to live in a tent as if we were wronged?

This was something they couldn't tolerate! It was clear they were called here just to be humiliated.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it wasn’t intentional; it's just that the houses on the mountain are limited. Of course, if you prefer to stay in a house, you can, but …” Zuo Shaotang hesitated, as if reluctant to say more.

“But what?”

“It's just that you may be aware that the disciples of my Myriad Demons Sect have a bit of a fondness for poison, so they inevitably raise a few in their houses… If you don't mind, I'll arrange for you to stay with them!”

When the time comes, he would have his men bring back the poisonous creatures from the back mountains, surely scaring these righteous people half to death, Zuo Shaotang thought to himself.

“Ah … Well, actually, I think the tents are quite nice. They're cool, don't you think?” someone laughed nervously.

Immediately, a timid person chimed in, “That's right, that's right. We can see the stars at night and talk about life. What a great view.”

Everyone raised their heads and stared silently at the dark sky. Judging by the weather, it would likely snow in the middle of the night.

The tent looked quite sturdy, but it was no house. Everyone could imagine how cold the night would be.

Fortunately, they were all martial cultivators and weren't afraid of freezing to death.

Many sighed inwardly: Why did we come here? Was it just to humiliate these evil people? We don't even dare to speak up; we’re already defeated.

Some tried to stir things up among the Wu Dang and Shaolin people, but unfortunately, the two great sects remained calm and were the first to slip into their tents to rest.

Zuo Shaotang was very satisfied with this, humming a little tune as he returned to his own residence.

With his status, he had his own courtyard on the mountain, with Xiao Feng's residence right next door.

He stood in front of the gate next door and sighed three times. Just as he was about to leave, the gate suddenly opened from the inside.

“Come in!” Xiao Feng said expressionlessly, then walked back into the house without waiting for Zuo Shaotang's agreement.

Zuo Shaotang frowned, wanting to turn around and leave. However, he still didn't have a satisfactory answer about the last matter, so he didn't feel good about it.

After closing the door, Zuo Shaotang followed steadily after Xiao Feng.

Although they were neighbors, their courtyards had completely different styles. His courtyard was luxurious and comfortable, with groups of servants and attendants.

“So … shouldn't you give me an explanation now?” Zuo Shaotang leaned against the doorframe and asked.

Xiao Feng, with his back turned, paused as he was unbuckling his belt. Without turning around, he instructed, “Come in and close the door.”

Zuo Shaotang raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips, “You want to get another free meal without paying the bill? Do you think this protector is that easy to deceive?”

Xiao Feng removed his outer coat, sat by the table, and poured himself a cup of water, “You're overthinking it. When the door opened, all the warmth escaped from the room.”

“…” The smile on Zuo Shaotang's lips stiffened, “Your mouth … When will you ever say something nice?”

Xiao Feng remained indifferent, “It's not like you just met me. If you want to hear sweet words, go back to your own courtyard; there are plenty of people there who will say them.”

Zuo Shaotang walked in and closed the door behind him. He sat opposite Xiao Feng and stared at him without blinking.

Xiao Feng didn’t respond, only letting out a cold laugh, as if mocking Zuo Shaotang for overthinking things.

Zuo Shaotang awkwardly touched his nose, “Since you're not jealous, I've taken a fancy to someone else today. After tomorrow’s enthronement ceremony, I'll find a way to bring him into my courtyard.”

“Bang!” The teacup in Xiao Feng's hand shattered, the pieces scattering on the table along with the powder, as he gritted his teeth and said, “Then I wish you success!”

Zuo Shaotang leaned forward and grasped Xiao Feng's hand tightly. The broken porcelain cut both their fingers, and their warm blood mingled together in their palms.

“Is it so hard for you to admit that you care about me?” Zuo Shaotang's tone was slightly low. He had indeed lied to Xiao Feng before, and his private life had been troublesome, but that was in the past.

Perhaps the situation with Yin Xu had provoked him, or maybe he had suddenly come to a realization, and now he wanted to settle down, with Xiao Feng as his only target.

He had never doubted this: if the day came that he found his other half, that person would undoubtedly be Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng stared at their tightly clasped hands, his thoughts unknown, “Whether I admit it or not, what's the difference? You know my character.”

They might have had an ambiguous relationship back then, but it had never developed further, and Zuo Shaotang had been the one to end it. Xiao Feng was a cold-hearted person, so once it was over, he naturally wouldn't have held back.

Moreover, he couldn't stand Zuo Shaotang's frivolity. The person he wanted had to belong to him completely, but Zuo Shaotang had repeatedly violated his rules and tested his limits.

“But I've already admitted my mistakes, and besides… you've also made amends. Do you dare not accept your debt?” Zuo Shaotang gritted his teeth as he looked at him.

Xiao Feng pulled his hand back, piercing a piece of porcelain into his skin. He didn't even flinch as he calmly cleaned the piece of porcelain.

Zuo Shaotang put his blood-stained finger into his mouth and licked the blood off the tip of his finger.

Xiao Feng didn't stop him from moving. After Zuo Shaotang let go, Xiao Feng took his hand and helped bandage the wound.

His movements weren't gentle, but they carried a certain preciousness. For some reason, Zuo Shaotang's heart stirred, and he kissed him on the lips.

“I was wrong. You can punish me as long as you want, but can you give me another chance?” Zuo Shaotang suppressed his emotions and said.

Xiao Feng lowered his eyes, his expression unreadable. Suddenly, he pulled Zuo Shaotang into his embrace, turned around, and placed him down on the table.

Zuo Shaotang didn't want to be outdone, so he pulled off his head and bit down hard on his lips. Both of their breaths grew heavier, their clothes fell off one by one, and the room's temperature gradually rose.

Yin Xu woke up from hunger and nudged Teng Yu. He felt weak all over, so weak that even his bones felt soft.

“What's wrong?” Teng Yu opened her eyes and pulled him up by the waist, “You want to wake up tonight?”

Yin Xu shook his head. He was dizzy; the bedroom was warm and stuffy, the air was thick, and it made him feel even more dizzy.

“No, I'm hungry.” He pressed a hand to his stomach, and Teng Yu laughed softly, “You haven't eaten dinner, and you've been exercising for a long time, so of course you're hungry.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach rumbled.

Yin Xu laughed and rolled his eyes, then kicked him, “Go get something to eat.”

The kick naturally didn't have much force. Not only that, but the one who kicked grimaced from the pain as he pulled on a certain part of the other person.

“Yes, my lady.” Teng Yu bent over and picked up the clothes on the floor, not caring whose they were. He put them on first, then walked over to the window and opened it wide.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew in, refreshing and revitalizing, causing all the pores on his body to open up.

Teng Yu adjusted the clothes on his body, lit a candle, and started searching for his clothes on the ground. Unfortunately, only his pants were left.

He held up a piece of clothing that looked like a rag with two fingers and joked, “Who in the world used such brute force? Tearing my clothes to shreds?”

Yin Xu lay on the bed, his butt raised high as he yawned and said, “Look at the floor, I don't know who had the upper hand.”

Teng Yu rubbed his nose, then walked to the wardrobe and took out a set of Yin Xu's clothes. Although it was short and small, it could still cover his body.

He opened the door and called out, “Someone, go to the kitchen and get some food.”

The Dark Guard lowered his head, looking straight at him, “Your Highness, Young Master Wang came to inform us that the kitchen always has warm food, and this subordinate will go get it.”

In a flash, the Dark Guard was gone. In a moment, the man flipped over the wall with a big box in his hands, and respectfully handed it over to Teng Yu.

Teng Yu reached out to take it and instructed, “Have someone send over a new set of clothes tomorrow morning.”

“Yes.” The Dark Guard could only look down to see Teng Yu's calves, revealing his bare skin. It was obvious that the pants he was wearing weren't his own.

Everyone lowered their heads, suppressing their laughter.