Entering a Split Personality — Chapter 48

But no matter how similar they looked, he couldn’t possibly be his master!

His master wouldn’t kiss him, to say the least.

Once he realized this, Xiao He abruptly came back to himself. He quickly drew back and threw off the man’s arms.

“You’re pretty unruly.” The red-haired man laughed softly, his tone low and unhurried, inseparable affection lingering at the corners of his eyes.

This man had a face exactly the same as his master’s, but his manner was so unrestrained. Xiao He was so shocked that he couldn’t come back to himself.

Faced with his blank stare, the man blinked and approached him once more. “Do you like this face? If you like it then don’t push me away.” 

As his words landed, he bent his head slightly, and pressed their lips together without the slightest hesitation.

If you said that he was still in a daze just now, then at this moment, Xiao He had all of his attention on him. 

Wide-eyed, he looked at those familiar eyes, those familiar features, and his heart suddenly jumped. He seemed to have vaguely realized a long-cherished wish.

His master...was kissing him.

He only gave it a slight thought, and he felt as if a fan of soft feathers flashed over the tip of his heart, making it so that he couldn’t help but tremble faintly all over. 

The red-haired man perceptively noticed the difference in him. He smiled faintly, pried open Xiao He's mouth and drove straight in.

Xiao He gave a stifled moan, and the kiss increased in intensity, carrying a strong erotic undertone. This man's technique was so good it was beyond his imagination, winding around him and hooking him as if he wanted to lure away Xiao He's soul.

It was only a kiss, but it was as fierce as howling winds and torrential rain, as passionate as earthquakes and tsunamis, blowing him away until his mind was completely intoxicated, sweeping him away until he couldn’t tell up from down.

Xiao He trembled slightly. The red-haired man hooked him around the waist with one arm and got up. His long, narrow eyes were full of blatant lust. “Little guy, you’re real delicious.” 

Xiao He’s brows creased, and he realized that he’d just been about to collect himself, but the man bent his head and kissed him again, sweeping him into a sea of lust.

This lasted until they moved to a different location, and the man laid him onto a bed, eagerly undid his clothes and sucked on his collarbone. Finally, Xiao He abruptly came back to himself. 

What was he doing…what the hell was he doing! 

Xiao He’s brows came together, and he lost the last trace of his passion.

A strange place, a strange bed and a strange man. 

Yes...he looked exactly like his master, but Xiao He was already completely sure that this man could never be his master.

He actually rolled into bed with a man who he’d met for the first time in the demon world.

And it wasn’t even when he was drunk.

This was too...too absurd.

Xiao He felt as cold as ice at the bottom of his heart. He completely calmed down. 

The man on top of him was still kissing him, and Xiao He wasn’t so foolish as to forcefully struggle free.

There was a great difference of strength between them. If he provoked this man, he was afraid something bad would happen to him. 

Xiao He planned inside his mind for a moment, and he thought of an idea.

He moved slightly and said gently, “Wait...wait a minute.”

The red-haired man looked up. He raised the corner of his eye slightly, his look full of passion, giving his exceptional features an expression that was a thousand times more gorgeous than before. “What?”

His voice was low, rough and seductive. Xiao He couldn’t help his heart jumping, but he soon calmed down again. He said softly, “I’ll...go wash myself first.”

When he heard these words, the red-haired man’s eyes crinkled slightly, and he gave him a smile that was a little boyish. “No worries, you smell fine.” 

Xiao He paused, but he persisted in saying, “I’ll feel more comfortable if I wash myself.” 

With his soft voice and air, the man felt a strong desire, and he itched to tear Xiao He's clothes off and take him now.

But once he considered that this little guy was young and shy, he thought he should indulge him, so he smiled and said, “I’ll help you wash up.” 

“Don’t…” Xiao He said in a panic, but then he relaxed his tone and said softly, “I’ll be quick, wait for me.”

He deliberately drew out the last syllable, so he actually sounded a little coy.

The red-haired man rather enjoyed this, and once he thought of how he could make him let out even sweeter sounds afterwards, he couldn’t help developing a little more patience. “Okay, I’ll wait for you.” 

Xiao He breathed a slight sigh of relief. After the man rose, he got up slowly. In order not to raise his suspicion, he didn’t tidy his clothes, and simply walked straight into the bathroom, trailing his clothes after him.

The boy had a slender figure, and his originally neat robe had gotten loose and disheveled with its buttons undone, exposing his fair neck and his smooth shoulders. With the red points on his chest peeking out, he seemed especially alluring.

The red-haired man’s throat moved slightly, and he regretted it a little. What shower? He just wanted to pounce on Xiao He right now and have him.

But when he turned around, that pretty boy had already gone into the bathroom.

Closing the door with his hand behind him, Xiao He finally let out a great sigh of relief. He hurriedly rubbed the ring on his finger, and an emergency teleportation talisman appeared out of thin air.

This was a talisman that went straight to Bluephoenix Peak. His master had prepared it just for him. There were ten of them in total, and in an emergency situation, he could use one to return to Bluephoenix Palace in the shortest possible time.

Xiao He didn’t dare to waste time. He quickly activated the talisman, and a teleportation spell appeared in the air.

Just at this moment, the bathroom door opened wide, and the red-haired man emerged with his upper body bare. When he realized what Xiao He was doing, he walked rapidly forward, but he was only able to catch the boy's sleeve.

Startled, Xiao He took a dagger out of his ring and cut his sleeve off at the critical moment.

The red-haired man lifted an eyebrow, and his eyes ignited with rage and a strong desire to conquer him. “My name is Hong Qing, remember it. I’ll catch you sooner or later!”

When he returned to Bluephoenix Palace, fear still lingered in Xiao He.

But he soon relaxed again. He’d never go to the demon world again in his life. It was naturally impossible for him to meet that man again, so he couldn’t take his words seriously! 

Xiao He didn’t dare to think too much about it. He hurried back to his room and found clothes to change into.

Fortunately, his master liked his peace and quiet, so there was no one else in the palace, and he didn’t have to worry that someone would see him.

This trip to the demon world was a complete mess, but luckily all the trouble he got into had tired him out. Xiao He fell into bed and slept peacefully for once. 

He didn’t think about anything, and he didn’t dream about anything. He just had a solid night’s sleep.

When he woke the next day, Xiao He was in considerably better spirits. He couldn’t help but ponder whether that leopard cat fruit wine actually worked, and had a sleep-aiding effect?

If he'd known this earlier, he’d have brought a few more bottles back, and he’d be able to drink some whenever he wanted a good night’s sleep.

As for that man named Hong Qing, Xiao He selectively forgot him. He didn’t think of him at all. 

He went to take a shower and change his clothes. Xiao He came out of his room and prepared to cultivate a little, to take advantage of the early morning, the time when everything was waking up.

But when he arrived in the courtyard, he happened to meet Yun Qing.

Xiao He came from his room, and Yun Qing had evidently just returned.

Their gazes met, and Xiao He tensed. He hurriedly lowered his eyes and called out, “Master.” 

These days Yun Qing treated him very well, and if it were before, he’d probably come over, take his hand and guide his cultivation. The thought of his master approaching him made Xiao He feel ill at ease. He was afraid his thoughts would be exposed.

But this time, it was Xiao He who had overthought it.

Yun Qing didn’t come over, and only made a low noise in reply. “Yes.” He said nothing more.

Xiao He relaxed a little, but he felt a little disappointed as well. He looked up, and saw that Yun Qing was looking past him.

Startled, before Xiao He could react, he saw red clothes flash past, and Mistress Hong Shuang came from behind him, rushing to Yun Qing’s side.

She'd gotten up in a hurry in the morning, so Hong Shuang’s long hair was unbound, falling jet-black to her waist, making her waistline seem slim, gentle and beautiful. Her fair wrists showed from her red gauze clothes, seeming like pearls and jade against them. 

And at the next moment, Yun Qing took her hand.

Xiao He’s heart suddenly ached, but no matter what, he couldn’t move his gaze away.

So he didn’t see the worried expression on Hong Shuang’s face at all. “What are you…”

Yun Qing’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Hong Shuang quickly shut her mouth.

She held onto Yun Qing without turning a hair, looked up at the boy in front of her and said, “Xiao He, you can eat breakfast by yourself. I have something to do with your master.”

Xiao He suddenly came back to himself. He looked down and said softly, “Okay.”

Hong Shuang didn’t say anything else, and Yun Qing didn’t open his mouth either. Xiao He looked up, and only saw the two of them walking away hand in hand.

White clothes like snow, and red clothes like fire. The faint light of early morning outlined an elegant scene. They were well-matched enough to make everyone in the world envy them.

Xiao He’s eyes lowered slightly, and his fingers bit into his palms, bringing out a trace of blood.

When he didn’t know his feelings, there was no harm, but once his feelings arose, they were hard to extinguish.

Even if it was something that had been repeatedly confirmed, that he constantly saw, he still felt like everything had turned upside down. 

The relaxed mood he’d had when he got out of the bed in the morning disappeared without a trace.

Xiao He suddenly felt a little afraid. Maybe he should leave. If he was destined for torment, then it should be fine if he avoided seeing him.

Once they’d walked far enough away, Yun Qing stopped suppressing it. His handsome brows locked tightly, and scarlet blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Hong Shuang’s eyes were full of anxiety. Her fingers flew, and she quickly drew out a few threads of spiritual energy. She was just about to heal him when Yun Qing waved his hand. “No need.”

Hong Shuang paused, put down her hands and said worriedly, “That calamity-reversal spell is this tricky?”

Yun Qing said softly, “Xiao He’s destiny isn’t ordinary. He has a heavensent body. I chose to bear his calamity for him, but I’ve completely cut off his path to entering heaven. This punishment is what I should suffer.”

Hong Shuang frowned and said, “You’re still not ready to explain this to him? If you want to be with him in the future, you should explain what's between us. Letting him misunderstand like this…”

“There’s no rush.” Yun Qing’s voice was heavy with exhaustion. “Once the spell is finished and everything’s safe, I’ll tell him myself.”

Hong Shuang was startled, but she understood what he meant.

The calamity-reversal spell was extremely dangerous. If nothing went wrong, then he’d be able to safely protect Xiao He for the rest of his life. If something happened, then there would be no need to explain...

Hong Shuang sighed, but she couldn’t say anything more.

Yun Qing had been running a restoration technique until now. Now that he’d completed it after a week, his appearance had already mostly recovered. He stopped the spell and said to Hong Shuang, “I don’t have enough power right now, and I might not be able to keep Hong Qing down. If he comes out, watch over him, and don’t let him see Xiao he.”

When Hong Shuang heard this, she creased her brows and said, “I understand.” 

Not many people knew who Hong Qing was, but Hong Shuang happened to be one of the few who did.

She didn’t know what had happened to Yun Qing in his early years, but he’d actually developed a secondary personality that was the polar opposite of his own. At the beginning, the Grandcloud Sect Grandmaster had thought someone had possessed him, but no matter how they examined him, there was only one soul within Yun Qing’s body. So you could say that Hong Qing was also Yun Qing.

Fortunately, Yun Qing was powerful, and the master personality was calm and steady. He could firmly suppress Hong Qing most of the time, and though Hong Qing was reckless and unruly, he was rather straightforward and unsophisticated. As long as you appeased him properly, he wouldn’t cause a disaster.

But Hong Shuang still had a bit of a headache. Hong Qing really didn’t like to play his cards according to common sense, so he was particularly hard to deal with.

What’s more...that fool was a lecher and a habitual drinker. Hong Shuang remembered that the last time she met him, a hundred years ago, she stubbornly drank with him for three days and three nights. She was drunk for seven times seven, forty-nine days, made a complete fool out of herself and lost all her face.

So at this moment, when she thought of meeting him, Hong Shuang felt a little afraid. 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Early the next morning, Hong Shuang saw that brash, red-haired man. 

Hong Qing had just woken up. He still seemed a little dazed, but his head soon cleared. He raised an eyebrow, took a few glances around, and was about to go down the mountain without further thought.

Hong Shuang hurriedly stopped him. “Don’t go anywhere! If you want to drink wine I’ll get you some!” 

Hong Qing hadn’t behaved properly in the past, but once he heard the word “wine,” he’d still been pretty easy to handle. But today, he was different from usual. His face was heavy and his features were cold. Those long, narrow, bewitching eyes of his curved up, wicked and willful. 

“I have to go down the mountain, I have to find someone!”

He said these words fuming with anger. He was clearly deeply obsessed.

Hong Shuang frowned and said, “Find who? I’ll help…”

She hadn’t finished speaking when she suddenly perceived a scent drifting by. She realized Xiao He had come out, and hurriedly pulled Hong Qing back several steps, concealing their figures.

Hong Qing was just calculating how to stop the man beside her when she saw Hong Qing looking forward unblinkingly. He asked softly, “Who’s that?”

Hong Shuang’s heart thudded, and she thought of the task Yun Qing had entrusted her with.

But it was already too late. Hong Qing had still caught sight of Xiao He. 

But it was no matter. Hong Shuang explained, “That’s Yun Qing’s personal disciple. He cherishes him a lot, so don’t go out and scare him.”

Startled, the corner of Hong Qing’s mouth soon rose, and a light smile of unclear meaning slowly blossomed on his lips, his tone rising slightly with it as well. “Alright, I won’t scare him.”

—I’ll just fuck him until he can’t get out of bed!

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 The author has something to say: 

\(^o^)/ I put rather a lot of melodrama in here, but you still have to save some scruples for common-sense logic~~~~ What abuse for the sake of abuse, I’m obviously his own mother, how could I abuse him!! I’m just kidding around, it’s so sweet, smutty and scrumptious~~ Please read after me below: Seventh Dragon Ball is his own mother, Seventh Dragon Ball is his own mother, Seventh Dragon Ball is his own mother… After three hundred times, I guarantee you’ll be successfully brainwashed, muah! 

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4 hours and 32 minutes for 2,849 words, or 9.5 minutes for every 100 words. A decrease in rate by 1.7 minutes...👍....

So Xiao He cut off his sleeve to escape...you know what that makes him...😏

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