Surprise! The Straight Man Long Aotian Actually Steals the Villain's Skirt - Chapter 2: The Saint of Southern Border Obsessed with Gu Poison 2

Chapter 2: The Saint of Southern Border Obsessed with Gu Poison 2

Valley Master, a Drug slave nearby suddenly spoke, The clothes this person wears belong to the Xiaoling Guards. Could he have intentionally infiltrated the valley? After all, quite a few capital citizens have been captured recently…

Xie Rong stroked the green snake that had been knocked unconscious on his arm, What are the Xiaoling Guards?

The emperor’s eyes and ears, specialized in capturing fugitives, the Drug slave answered.

Oh, so they’re just imperial lapdogs then? Xie Rong crouched down to meet Lu Yi at eye level, a malicious smile spreading across his lips. Just a dog – hardly worth my attention.

With two palm marks still visible on his face, Lu Yi’s chest heaved violently as he remained silent with a cold expression.

Xie Rong suddenly lowered his head, pressing his ear against Lu Yi’s chest.

The man’s chest was burning hot, the steaming warmth quickly turning Xie Rong’s nose tip and ears pink.

What are you doing?! Lu Yi tried to push him away, but his body had long been drained of strength by the Gu insects, leaving him flushed with humiliation.

The other man’s frame was more delicate than his, making this action seem like intimate flirtation against his chest.

No wonder Rosy Valley was filled only with men – was this demon perhaps cut-sleeve?!

He had only heard that cut-sleeves mostly preferred strong, healthy men, but who knew they could be so shameless as to cling to any man they saw.

Your heartbeat is strong, Xie Rong listened to the rapid pounding in Lu Yi’s chest, casually pressing against the man’s well-developed pectoral muscles with some satisfaction. Your physique is solid, truly good material for feeding Gu.

The protagonist feels ???, pain value +5!

Xie Rong wondered inwardly: What is this?

The system scratched its head, Sorry host, the system cannot identify it.

For the next batch of Gu insects, use his blood to feed them, Xie Rong stood up and pulled away, snorting coldly before turning back to the bamboo house.

Lu Yi lifted his eyelids, following the figure inside with his gaze—

Countless bamboo tubes bound by spider silk hung from the ceiling, swaying and clinking softly with each breeze, their crisp sounds overlapping with the tinkling of bells at Xie Rong’s waist.

If Xie Rong used humans for Gu cultivation to harm lives, these Mother Gu hibernating in the bamboo tubes were his tools for committing atrocities, equally guilty of heinous crimes.

He withdrew his gaze, concealing the coldness in his eyes.

Two Drug slaves bound Lu Yi’s hands with hemp rope, dragging him out along with other captives.

The new batch of Drug slaves were all housed in a row of low buildings.

Each small room could cram seven or eight people, clearly treating humans like livestock.

After what had just transpired, these people had obviously become more subdued, none daring to cause open trouble.

But once the guards left, they inevitably grew restless, chattering among themselves.

How were all of you captured here?

Last night I suddenly heard flute music, thought it was played by that beauty from the capital. By the time I came to my senses, I had already followed the music out of the city, only to realize I’d fallen into that… that little demon’s trap!

The crowd fell silent for a moment before someone muttered quietly: He looks quite young, not even capped yet? His skin is so tender – when he slapped that guy, his own hand turned red. Could he really be a transformed spirit creature?

Lu Yi sat by the bed, feeling everyone’s eyes on him, his face darkening.

A bunch of superficial lust-driven fools – they’ll eventually die beneath that demon’s robes sooner or later.

He stood up to make his bed, but couldn’t shake off a lingering fragrance that left him unsettled and irritable.

Until he grabbed his collar to wipe away sweat, he caught the increasingly intense sweet fragrance emanating from his chest.

Lu Yi’s knuckles cracked as he clenched his collar, barely restraining the urge to tear the garment to shreds.

Protagonist feels ???, Pain Value +5!

Xie Rong lay on the bamboo couch preparing to sleep when he heard the sound and opened his eyes in puzzlement.

The white slime rolled back and forth on the couch before finally nestling into the hollow of Xie Rong’s shoulder, secretly rubbing against him.

Host, you’re truly amazing! Just lying on the couch can make him feel pain!

Xie Rong snorted lightly and curled his lips, Of course. A mere protagonist dares to challenge me?

Host, you’ve worked hard today. Rest early, and tomorrow we’ll continue our efforts!The system began playing a lullaby in Xie Rong’s mind—a tune he had specifically sought out, rumored to be most effective for soothing human children.

Xie Rong closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.

That night, a dark figure swept silently through the bamboo grove.

Rosy Valley had its rules: the herbs planted behind Xie Rong’s bamboo house were extremely precious and required a special medicinal solution every two hours. Thus, drug slaves took turns guarding the area at each watch.

The dark figure knocked out a drug slave with a single strike, then slipped through the partially open window into the bamboo house.

Inside, the fragrance grew even more pronounced, permeating every corner.

The figure held his breath and scanned the surroundings as if searching for something. His gaze inadvertently fell upon a foot extending through the gap in the bed curtains, and he froze.

Wrapped in the deep night, that pale foot was exquisitely delicate—unlike any man’s—and seemed to emit a subtle, luminous glow.

So this is how those with cut-sleeve tendencies carry themselves—so frivolous.

The figure coldly turned his head away, averting his gaze.

He soon found what he was looking for and moved forward quietly. Using his height and long reach to his advantage, he effortlessly plucked a bamboo tube hanging in the room and concealed it within his robes.

Then, calmly raising a hand, he pinched the jaw of the green snake attempting to ambush him from behind.

If not for the need to avoid alerting anyone, this vile creature aiding a tyrant would have had its spine crushed moments earlier.

The green snake writhed furiously but couldn’t break free from that grasp.

The figure slipped back out the window, viciously knocked the snake unconscious in the herb garden, and strode away.

The next morning, Xie Rong awoke on his couch and raised his hand, but the usually clingy green snake was nowhere to be seen.

Da Bao? He sat up, calling out with a frown.

After a rustling sound, a green snake covered in black mud listlessly slithered through the bed curtains.

Disgusting, Xie Rong kicked the snake off the bed, not caring whether it understood human speech. Wash yourself before coming back inside.

The snake wriggled pitifully before crawling back out through the window crack.

Xie Rong stepped into his wooden clogs and stood up, tilting his head to count the bamboo tubes hanging in the house.

As he called out each number, the gu worms inside would knock against their tubes in response.

All his dear children.

One hundred and one? After waiting a few moments with no response, Xie Rong called again, displeased. Where is Baby One Hundred and One?

Still, no bamboo tube answered.

Xie Rong’s beautiful features darkened. He quickly recounted.

One bamboo tube was missing.

How splendid. These damned Central Plains people!

Xie Rong could barely suppress the fury rising within him. He kicked the bamboo door open.

Valley Master, what are your orders? An experienced drug slave hurried forward with a bow.

Summon every drug slave in the valley, Xie Rong said with unnatural calm.

Yes. The drug slave responded respectfully and soon returned.

The area before the bamboo house was filled with people.

Xie Rong sat in an armchair brought over by a drug slave, saying nothing as his gaze swept back and forth across their faces.

The clueless drug slaves assumed he was selecting candidates for today’s drug trials. They straightened their backs with pious expressions, as if under some sinister spell.

Among them, only Lu Yi stood out with his completely impassive face.

You, come here.

Xie Rong gave an odd smile.

Did it matter who stole his one hundred and first baby? Since the novel’s protagonist was so righteous and fond of playing the hero, he might as well pin this debt on Lu Yi.