Surprise! The Straight Man Long Aotian Actually Steals the Villain's Skirt - Chapter 11: The Saint of Southern Border Obsessed with Gu Poison 11

Chapter 11: The Saint of Southern Border Obsessed with Gu Poison 11

By the time Lu Yi walked back to the humble house in a daze, it was already late at night.

He sat on the bed, completely sleepless.

He never expected that after planting such a terrifying Love Gu on him, the devil would still not stop, even resorting to such vulgar tactics as sticking out his tongue to seduce people.

If not for this, Lu Yi would never have done such intimate things with a man.

Does Xie Rong really enjoy being kissed by men so much?

With an inexplicable expression, Lu Yi finally lay down, only to discover that his entire body was permeated with the devil’s fragrance, making him feel feverish all over.

Could it be that this scent also contained Gu poison?!

Even when he closed his eyes and managed to fall asleep, the fragrance drifted into his dreams.

In his dream, he collaborated with the Xiaoling Guards outside the valley, burned the entire Rosy Valley to the ground, and captured the devil to bring him back to the capital.

The devil was locked by him in a hidden dungeon within the Imperial Prison that no one knew about.

Every night when he patrolled past the prison, he would be bewitched by the fragrance, entering the cell and closing the door tightly.

In the dimly lit dungeon, Xie Rong lazily sat on a pile of dry straw in the corner, his black hair disheveled and scattered over his shoulders. He lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing straight, snow-white legs, and smiled at him.

Lu Yi uncontrollably walked over, his tall figure squeezing into the small pile of straw.

He held Xie Rong in his arms, urgently kissing the cold silver ornaments on the other’s forehead, licking the sweat droplets trickling down the other’s legs.

Just as he had imagined, even the sweat was fragrant, and the tears that fell were fragrant too.

In his dream, Lu Yi tried one method after another, freely taking in the devil’s fragrance.

This is your punishment for harming others, he said between kisses, his gaze infatuated.

Outside the cell were the patrolling Xiaoling Guards, but inside the cell, only he and Xie Rong remained.

Only…

The Valley Master will wake up for his morning bath in half an incense stick’s time! Why aren’t you going to heat the water yet! A basin of cold water splashed over his face, and Lu Yi abruptly opened his eyes.

A Drug slave with an unfriendly expression stood by his bed, holding an empty wooden basin and glaring at him.

Lu Yi had some impression of this person—he was Song Qingming’s lackey who often bullied the new Drug slaves in the valley.

Clearly all victims themselves, yet they turned against each other and harmed one another—truly pitiful.

Lu Yi had no desire to engage with this person. After getting off the bed and wiping the water from his body, he headed straight for the small woodshed next to the bamboo house.

This devil was exceptionally clean, bathing both morning and night, and changing clothes after every meal.

Despite there being so many Drug slaves in the valley, Xie Rong insisted that only he should handle tasks like heating water and washing clothes.

Lu Yi could hardly tell whether the devil wanted to torment him or seduce him.

Lu Yi took off his upper garment, gripped an axe, and fiercely split a piece of firewood. The next moment, the bamboo door was kicked open by its notoriously ill-tempered owner.

Making such a racket while chopping wood—are you deliberately trying to ruin my sleep? Xie Rong walked over furiously, his face full of irritation, and kicked over the small pile of firewood. Stop chopping!

Lu Yi remained expressionless, his gaze sweeping over Xie Rong.

Whether intentionally or not, the young man wasn’t properly dressed, exposing half of his pale shoulder.

If this were in Shangyun Capital, it would be considered indecent, and gossip about seducing men would spread across ten streets.

Then do you still want to bathe or not? Lu Yi crouched down, restacking the scattered firewood into a small pile.

Xie Rong yawned, looking the man up and down. Come here.

Lu Yi stood up and approached, only to be slapped across the face by him.

In the past, the man would either glare at him with furious resentment or increase his pain level by a point or two to demonstrate how powerful his slap was.

But today, for some unknown reason, this fellow silently endured the slap, his ears gradually turning red.

I’ll keep the noise down, the man said stiffly, his neck rigid. So delicate.

Xie Rong wondered, Has he lost his mind?

[Of course, it’s because the host’s Gu poison is too potent! The protagonist is now completely under the host’s control!]

Xie Rong was quite satisfied with this answer.

His drowsiness mostly gone, he couldn’t be bothered to return to sleep. Instead, he sat on the steps, occasionally teasing the green snake and occasionally teasing the man.

Lu Yi wiped the sweat from his body with the coarse cloth hanging from his waist, stealing glances at the person on the steps.

He noticed that this little devil was always watching him and smiling at him.

Just like the suggestive smile in his dream.

Could it be that Xie Rong wanted to be kissed by a man again?

Lu Yi’s entire body grew hot, his breath burning. Before he knew it, he had chopped enough firewood for the next three days in a single day.

Three days later, at noon.

Just after the meal, Lu Yi entered the room as usual, carrying a basin of hot water.

Valley Master, that imperial lackey has been hanging in the Five Venoms Cave for three days, Song Qingming reported as he entered.

Still alive? Xie Rong propped his chin, showing little concern.

A Drug slave checked today—he’s still breathing.

Those who could hang there for three days without dying or fainting were always strong, healthy men—perfect candidates for feeding the Gu worms.

Xie Rong had always favored such men.

Of course, Song Qingming had his own ulterior motives.

The newly captured man’s appearance and physique were on par with Lu Yi’s. Perhaps keeping him would make them turn on each other like dogs!

Bring him here.

When Jin Jiuzhou was pushed into the bamboo hut by the Drug slaves, he hadn’t had a drop of water for three days and nights.

He stumbled and fell to the ground, supporting his upper body with his hands. As he looked up, he happened to see Lu Yi—that ignorant country bumpkin—kneeling on one knee beside the devil, happily washing his feet without a clue.

Turning his head slightly, he noticed the eldest son of the Song family, who had disappeared two years ago, standing by the devil’s side, feeding peeled grapes into his mouth—a far cry from the arrogant genius scholar he once was.

These fools must have gone mad.

Do what you will—kill me or cut me to pieces, Jin Jiuzhou said coldly.

He couldn’t be bothered to look at the devil, but his peripheral vision accidentally caught sight of the feet cradled in Lu Yi’s palms.

Pale and smooth as jade, yet more fitting for fondling than the jade artifacts treasured by the nobility in the capital.

Jin Jiuzhou snapped back to reality and turned his face away.

Lu Yi, do you know him? Xie Rong stepped on the man’s hand in the water basin.

Lu Yi paused. No.

I don’t know him either, but the Gu worm inside him came from my valley, Xie Rong said with a gentle smile. So I feel particularly fond of him at first sight.

Lu Yi frowned, unsure of the deeper meaning in his words.

Three days without water—are you thirsty? Xie Rong smiled. Bring him closer.

Two Drug slaves dragged the man before Xie Rong.

Who gave you the Gu? Xie Rong lifted one foot from the water basin and pressed it, wet, against Jin Jiuzhou’s face.

I don’t know.

The damp foot carried a strange, clinging fragrance. Jin Jiuzhou held his breath and remained silent.

But after days of thirst, survival had become instinctual. Before he realized it, he had subconsciously parted his dry, cracked lips, wanting only to lick the few droplets of water from the devil’s sole to quench his thirst.

Before he could even make contact, Lu Yi abruptly reached out, seized Xie Rong’s ankle, and yanked him back.

Xie Rong turned his head to glare at the man, his strikingly beautiful face darkening. What are you doing? Afraid your companion who came to rescue you might be humiliated? Want to take his place?