Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

rms and listened, then raised his hand to grasp the Demon Lord’s wrist suddenly. 

The sound of delicate chains shook with his movements. 

He was clearly a prisoner, but his expression still carried the coldness of standing high above everyone.
He raised his eyes to look at the Demon Lord, his golden eyes reflecting the other party distinctly.

“Then, what about me? Can I stop you?” he asked. 

The Demon Lord’s hand stopped in Ye Yunlan’s palm, and the winding and chaotic shadows around him lulled simultaneously. 

He looked down at his master in his arms and was silent for a long time.
Within his gloomy expression, a relaxed expression slowly emerged.

He leaned forward and touched the other party’s forehead with his forehead.
He whispered: “How does Master want to stop me?” 

Ye Yunlan raised his hand to clasp his chin and stared at him quietly. 

The Demon Lord didn’t resist. 

A thin red appeared on his handsome face, and his hot breath sprayed on Ye Yunlan’s cheeks.
At this moment, he seemed to have changed back to the boy who watched his master with enthusiasm. 

Ye Yunlan raised his head and gently kissed the Demon Lord’s lips. 

Like the breeze blowing, a vestige of the past. 

Abruptly, it passed by and disappeared. 

The Demon Lord holding his hand trembled.
The static shadows suddenly went crazy and twisted and danced. 

Those shadows climbed onto Ye Yunlan’s white clothes and entangled his long white hair, trying to snuggle tightly with him. 

The Demon Lord’s eyes have turned bright red. 

He turned passive to active.
He bit Ye Yunlan’s lips eagerly and fiercely, kissing the person in embrace until his chest rose sharply.
Then he said hoarsely: “Master, did you want to tell me that you want to feed the demon with your body just now?” 

Ye Yunlan took a hard breath and didn’t answer his question but intermittently continued: “Your demonic body is unstable.
You can’t…keep helping me with the furnace method.” 

The Demon Lord inquired: “Then what does Master what?” 

Ye Yunlan: “The sun and the moon are surging, and the yin and yang are in harmony.
The road of dual cultivation is for…coexistence.” 

Together, coexistence existed. 

Yin and yang engender one another, the sun and the moon rotate, and the lack of one side would be filled by the other side to complete a perfect circle.
This would go back and forth evermore.

This was the true essence of dual cultivation. 

The Demon Lord suddenly hugged him tightly, tasted his lips, licked the ends of his eyes and cheeks soggy. 

His five fingers interspersed into the Demon Lord’s hair, and he raised his face for him to taste. 

After a long while, the Demon Lord picked him up, carried him all the way back to the bamboo building, and placed him on the soft bed. 

Ye Yunlan’s body wasn’t very strong. 

But he still held up his body. 

The long snow-white hair ran along his shoulders like cold moonlight.
It reflected his icy face like he was the god of the moon palace. 

The Demon Lord looked at him fascinatedly and whispered. 

“… Senior Immortal.” 

Ye Yunlan quivered suddenly. 

The Demon Lord: “Senior Immortal fell to the mortal world to enlighten me and prevent me from continuing to enter the demonic dao?” 

Ye Yunlan looked at him wordlessly. 

Then, he leaned his body close.
His slender fingertips touched the center of his brows. 

The brilliant golden eyes seemed to have no sorrow or joy with an unspeakable nostalgia hidden within. 

He asked softly:

“My Lord, would you like me to enlighten you?”