Surprise! The Straight Man Long Aotian Actually Steals the Villain's Skirt - Chapter 9: The Saint of Southern Border Obsessed with Gu Poison 9

Chapter 9: The Saint of Southern Border Obsessed with Gu Poison 9

What are you looking at? Why are you so captivated?

Let me see.

I want to see too!

The other young masters from noble families grew impatient and crowded around the door crack, only to freeze in place just like the young master from the Zhao family.

That bastard Lu Yi actually dared to deceive them!

Swallowing sounds rose one after another, and gradually, their anger transformed into something more obscure.

They were around the same age as Lu Yi, at the peak of their youthful vigor. Back in Shangyunjing, the most they had ever done was flip through some romantic picture books to put up a front—they had never even held a girl’s hand, let alone witnessed such a scene.

The usually fierce beauty now had snow-white cheeks flushed pink, eyes glistening with tears, trembling as he was fiercely kissed by the man. His knuckles clung pitifully to the man’s shoulders, and his fair toes curled tightly.

The group pressed against the door crack, staring fixedly at those toes, leaning closer and closer until they began shoving each other for a better view.

The loosely closed bamboo door couldn’t withstand the weight pressing against it and suddenly swung open. The young master from the Zhao family, caught off guard, stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.

The noise of his fall was loud, yet the alert deputy commander of the Xiaoling Guard inside seemed completely unaware, still kissing the demonic man without even lifting an eyelid.

The young master from the Zhao family lay dazed on the floor, unable to resist lowering his head to take a sniff.

Even the bamboo floor was fragrant.

What’s all this commotion? How dare you trespass into the Valley Master’s quarters? Song Qingming approached the bamboo hut.

No one paid him any mind, so Song Qingming frowned and peered inside.

A single glance was enough to make his eyes nearly burst with rage.

Lu Yi, you beast! Release the Valley Master! Song Qingming charged forward.

This time, the disturbance finally jolted the man immersed in the kiss.

Lu Yi pulled back from Xie Rong’s lips, sweating profusely, only then realizing his entire body was burning hot. His heated breath rushed against Xie Rong’s cheeks, as if unsatisfied, and he nuzzled him with the tip of his nose.

His rough fingertips unconsciously brushed over the faint red crescent-shaped birthmark, and he became entranced once more.

Valley Master… he—

Xie Rong slapped away Lu Yi’s hand, which was trying to adjust his collar, stood up, and walked over to Song Qingming, striking the young man across the face.

Song Qingming covered his cheek and knelt, only to be kicked to the ground, a wooden sandal-clad foot pressing down on his face.

His gaze traveled upward from the sandal, past the delicate and slender collarbone, to the long, straight legs disappearing beneath the hem of the robe.

Is this how all the beauties of the Southern Border are—wearing robes but no undergarments?

Song Qingming’s eyes glazed over, but Xie Rong remained oblivious, snapping impatiently, Who gave you permission to barge in?

The Drug slaves on patrol caught a suspicious figure outside the valley. I came specifically to report and await your instructions, Valley Master. Song Qingming shot a cold glare at the man beside Xie Rong before meekly lowering his eyes.

Valley Master, all these years, the imperial court has never found the entrance to Rosy Valley, yet now… Song Qingming continued softly, It’s possible there’s a traitor in the valley. I beg you to investigate thoroughly.

I recall you used to be a young master from Shangyunjing, Xie Rong withdrew his foot, his smile sweet yet filled with malice. Now you’re nothing but a loyal dog.

Song Qingming straightened his kneeling posture and lowered his head without a word.

Xie Rong licked his swollen lips. It’s too late today. I have no mind to deal with him. Hang him in the Five Venoms Cave for now. We’ll decide in three days.

With that, he swept his gaze over the crowd of men in the room. Get out.

After everyone had left the bamboo hut, Xie Rong cast a sidelong glance at Lu Yi and frowned, Why haven’t you scrammed yet?

Do I need to leave too? Lu Yi asked softly.

Xie Rong couldn’t help but laugh a few times. He approached the man and lightly tapped his lips with a fingertip, You don’t actually think that just because we licked each other’s mouths a few times, you’re any different from them, do you?

They were all Central Plains men, all worthless men with cheap bones.

As the protagonist of this small world whom he detested the most, Lu Yi was even more despicable than the others.

Xie Rong’s smile faded, his eyes unable to conceal their gloom as he grabbed the man’s collar and pulled him closer. You’re only fit to be my drug slave in this lifetime, washing my clothes forever.

The demon who had just been parting his lips and seducing him with a crimson tongue had now suddenly turned hostile again, acting spoiled and domineering.

It was Xie Rong himself who had gone through great pains to plant the Gu poison in him, yet now that the Gu was successfully implanted, he was still dissatisfied. Truly hard to please.

With his lapel gripped, Lu Yi had to lower his body. Smelling the fragrance on Xie Rong, he said hoarsely, I know.

Aren’t you the deputy commander of the Swift Feather Guard? Then guess… who’s the person captured outside the valley? Could it be someone you know? If he saw you now, tormented and controlled by the Gu poison, would he laugh at you? Would he spread your shameful story to Shangyun Capital and make you lose all face?

Lu Yi remained silent for a moment. I’ve never cared about how others see me.

Hypocrite, Xie Rong released his lapel and smiled faintly. You’re all the same hypocrites.

We? Lu Yi asked inexplicably, Besides me, who else?

Could there be others whom Xie Rong had also poisoned with Gu?

This question… when you’ve pleased me enough, I might mercifully enlighten you. But for now, Xie Rong curved his eyes, his red lips gently exhaling fragrance, get lost.

The man was driven out by him.

Xie Rong walked back and sat by the couch, touching his bitten and broken lips, unable to help frowning.

This protagonist was like a dog—holding him while licking and biting. The manuals clearly weren’t drawn like this!

Xie Rong had made the man study the manuals many times tonight, yet he still couldn’t learn properly—either licking or biting, and unable to control his tongue.

Such a foolish man, not half as smart as him. The Heavenly Dao must be blind to have chosen such a protagonist.

Host, the plot seems to have deviated slightly.

The original book didn’t have anyone besides the protagonist infiltrating the valley.

Did I cause the deviation?

No.

Then what does it have to do with us? Xie Rong sneered, applying ointment to his lips. I’ve been dutifully tormenting him every day.

Exactly! Host is the best little mission expert!

Outside the bamboo hut, after leaving, Lu Yi didn’t return to the short house. Instead, avoiding the patrol routes he had long memorized, he went to the Five Venoms Cave.

Hanging prominently in the Five Venoms Cave was the figure of a tall man.

Though his treatment was slightly better than Lu Yi’s—at least his mouth wasn’t gagged.

What are you doing here? Lu Yi stood at the edge of the cave, his expression unwell. This doesn’t seem to be a matter for the young general to handle.

The man hanging by the hemp rope had a stern face and a cold voice. Now that the major families are continuously applying pressure, His Majesty and the Empress Dowager are exhausted. The capital is filled with panic and rampant rumors, yet we’ve been waiting in vain for good news from the Swift Feather Guard. They think the Swift Feather Guard is incompetent and sent me to replace you.

I’d like to ask, during this period in Rosy Valley, what has the Deputy Master been doing all day instead of rescuing people or capturing the demon leader?

The man lowered his gaze, his vision sharp enough to spot the scratch marks on Lu Yi’s neck even in the thick darkness, and couldn’t help but sneer.

What Deputy Master of the Xiaoling Guard—merely a shallow and lustful man.