NHWSG chapter 50

Hu Huanyang seemed to understand but not quite, obviously intimidated by Sheng Zhao. His admiration surged, and he looked at Sheng Zhao with eyes sparkling, as if he were no longer just an ordinary human but a deity radiating brilliance behind him.

“Xiao Zhao, you’re amazing,” Hu Huanyang exclaimed, giving him a thumbs up, genuinely impressed.

Sheng Zhao maintained his newly established role as the head of the family in front of his only student, feeling quite satisfied. He even sent a message to Xing Yingzhuo in front of Hu Huanyang, avoiding mentioning the bracelet incident, only reminding him to come back soon.

On the other hand, Xing Yingzhuo, puzzled, thought that Sheng Zhao couldn’t do without him. So, feeling quite pleased with himself, he indulged in the feeling of “being in love” for a while before casually replying to Sheng Zhao, “No sulking allowed.”

Each with their own thoughts, both human and demon, thoroughly enjoyed playing the role of “family head.”

After that, Xing Yingzhuo never sent another message. Sheng Zhao was afraid he might actually come back with two freshly harvested dragon horns, so he dared not provoke him.

They peacefully passed noon, and it was only then that Xing Yingzhuo and Zhang Jian returned to the hotel one after the other.

At that time, Sheng Zhao was idly sitting by the window, scrolling through his phone. Xing Yingzhuo hurried in, not even entering the bedroom, and stood at the entrance calling him.

“Sheng Zhao,” Xing Yingzhuo said, “Pack up, we’re leaving.”

Sheng Zhao had almost developed a conditioned reflex to his words by now. Subconsciously, he stuffed his phone into his pocket and swiftly entered the two bedrooms to pack up before following Xing Yingzhuo out, then remembered to ask, “Where are we going?”

“To the Tianshi Mount Longhu,” Xing Yingzhuo said.

Sheng Zhao was somewhat surprised. “So soon?”

Xing Yingzhuo nodded and casually pressed the elevator button for the ground floor.

Actually, he was surprised himself. Based on his understanding of the people at Mount Longhu, he thought that following Zhang Jian’s “procedure” would take at least three or four days. They would have to negotiate several times before reaching a conclusion. However, when he and Zhang Jian gathered the remains of the dragon, Zhang Jian’s master suddenly called him, hinting at a “green channel.” He only said that if it was Xing Yingzhuo who needed it, there was no need for further discussion; just bring him along.

The ancestry mirror of Mount Longhu had been passed down for eighteen hundred years. It was said that the founder, Zhang Daoling, accidentally obtained this treasure during his travels from Penglai Immortal Island. Within and outside the mirror, one could trace the origins of all things.

Back then, Mount Longhu relied on this treasure to subdue demons and evil spirits, establishing a reputation in the occult world.

However, as the spiritual energy in the world gradually diminished, fewer and fewer of the mainline descendants who could utilize the ancestry mirror remained. Consequently, this item gradually became sealed away. According to Xing Yingzhuo’s memory, it had been about two to three hundred years since it was last used.

But as for why they readily agreed, Xing Yingzhuo didn’t care. Regardless, the result would be the same for him—no matter what, he would achieve his goal.

“I’ve never been to Jiangxi before,” Sheng Zhao said, undaunted, like a primary school student about to go on a spring outing with his parents, eagerly saying, “I heard the scenery there is great, with mountains and water, and the weather isn’t too cold.”

Xing Yingzhuo stepped into the elevator ahead of him, pressed the button for the first floor, and casually asked, “You know a lot about it?”

“I had a roommate from Jiangxi in college,” Sheng Zhao was always willing to share his life with Xing Yingzhuo, explaining eagerly, “The funniest thing was, in my freshman year after winter break, he brought some specialties to our dormitory, about four or five jars. When we opened them, they were all sticky and we had no idea what they were. Later, we found out that it’s a custom there not to eat dumplings during the New Year but to eat snake s—”

The words “snake soup” choked in Sheng Zhao’s throat, and he finally realized what he was saying, subconsciously glancing at Xing Yingzhuo’s expression.

Sure enough, his boss was looking at him with a smirk, his eyes half-closed.

“Oh—” Sheng Zhao covered his forehead with one hand, playing dumb on the spot. “I forgot, what was I just saying? You see, that thunder must have affected me, it’s affecting my brain.”

“Is that so?” Xing Yingzhuo squinted, reaching out to pinch Sheng Zhao’s chin and examining him from side to side, then smiled coolly and said, “You poor thing, how about I work my magic and help you recover?”

“No, no, no,” Sheng Zhao shook his head like a tambourine, playfully wrapping his arms around Xing Yingzhuo’s arm and inching closer, embracing his waist. He chuckled and said, “You’re so busy, you don’t need to bother with my little problem. I’ll just sleep it off and be fine.”

Xing Yingzhuo raised an eyebrow, lightly patting his forehead, saying, “No acting cute.”

“Oops,” Sheng Zhao exclaimed theatrically, “Got scolded.”

Xing Yingzhuo couldn’t help but chuckle, lightly curling his lips and teasingly hooking Sheng Zhao’s chin.

Xing Yingzhuo himself was a cold-blooded creature, his fingers always cool to the touch. As that slight temperature brushed against Sheng Zhao’s warm flesh, it left behind a faint tickle.

Sheng Zhao instinctively recoiled his neck, but Xing Yingzhuo was somewhat displeased by this avoidance. He lightly flicked him with his knuckles and pressed his thumb against Sheng Zhao’s lips.

Sheng Zhao had a masculine appearance, even among ordinary boys, he was considered handsome and tall. But his lips were soft, matching his soft temperament.

Xing Yingzhuo found the sensation pleasing, his fingertip gently caressed a dry patch of white skin at the corner of Sheng Zhao’s lips, then lightly pressed on it.

As a sturdy man who had lived for over twenty years without being teased like this, Sheng Zhao suddenly felt uncomfortable. Subconsciously, he flicked out his tongue to moisten his dry lips.

However, before Xing Yingzhuo could explore this new sensation further, he felt Sheng Zhao’s tongue touch his own.

At first, Sheng Zhao was stunned, then suddenly realized what he had done.

But before Xing Yingzhuo could react, Sheng Zhao stepped back half a step, his face instantly flushed.

Xing Yingzhuo, who was a spring-like person, always believed in the motto “give an inch, take a mile.” Seeing Sheng Zhao’s reaction, he flicked him again with his knuckles and pressed his thumb against his lips.

Sheng Zhao’s brain’s CPU immediately malfunctioned, emitting a few wisps of smoke and losing all functionality within two seconds.

Oh no—In the last moment of shutdown, a thought suddenly popped into his mind: I forgot that Xing Yingzhuo can’t be provoked.

Sheng Zhao didn’t know what it was like to be in a relationship with a normal person, but based on his current experience, kissing Xing Yingzhuo just now was simply exquisite.

Xing Yingzhuo’s appearance matched his personality, exquisite with a hint of sharpness. His thin lips seemed somewhat cold-hearted, but the taste of the kiss was surprisingly good.

As they got closer, Sheng Zhao could smell a hint of cold fragrance from him, similar to the first rain of early spring, mixed with snowflakes, icy and piercing, with a hint of exquisite danger.

Seemingly by instinct, even in such an intimate moment, Xing Yingzhuo never closed his eyes. He half-closed his eyes, staring intently at Sheng Zhao, as if trying to carefully capture his expression.

Soon, under Xing Yingzhuo’s blatant gaze, Sheng Zhao felt his armor crumbling, his eyelashes trembling slightly. He turned his gaze away first, unable to meet his eyes.

Xing Yingzhuo’s possessiveness was however extremely strong at this moment. He almost didn’t allow Sheng Zhao any intention of evasion, insisting that Sheng Zhao follow his rhythm.

His possessiveness, coupled with a hint of danger, made Sheng Zhao’s back break out in goosebumps. Every survival instinct in his body was screaming to escape, yet he felt rooted in place, unable to move.

Sheng Zhao felt like an innocent traveler who had wandered into the lair of a wild beast. By the time he realized he wanted to regret it, it was already too late.

He could only grasp Xing Yingzhuo’s sleeve in a pleading manner, emitting a whimper like a plea for mercy, trying to beg this snake demon for a way out.

Sheng Zhao originally thought that Xing Yingzhuo, as a recluse monster, might not understand human ways. However, reality was always cruel. Sheng Zhao was kissed by him for a long time before realizing—monsters may not understand the five words of courtesy, but when it comes to such matters, they are even more wild.

Miscalculated. Sheng Zhao closed his eyes, thinking that there was no need to struggle anymore. Obviously, in the end, it was not Xing Yingzhuo who would pull away.

He had been thoroughly tasted by Xing Yingzhuo, until finally, he almost felt like Xing Yingzhuo wasn’t kissing him, but rather devouring him whole on the spot.

After who knew how long, Xing Yingzhuo finally let go of him. He squinted his eyes, a faint hint of red blood vessels appearing in his eyes, licking his lips satisfied, looking like a well-fed beast.

Sheng Zhao felt weak all over from being kissed by him, having to step back and lean against the elevator door to steady himself.

“Now you’re blushing,” Xing Yingzhuo said with a smirk.

Sheng Zhao obviously understood that he couldn’t challenge Xing Yingzhuo at this moment—especially since he didn’t have the strength to do so anymore. Xing Yingzhuo’s kissing technique was extraordinary, but he excelled in wildness. Sheng Zhao’s head was spinning, his CPU was still struggling to reboot, and he couldn’t care about saving face for now.

Unfortunately, Xing Yingzhuo was not very satisfied with his wooden reaction. He bent down slightly, stared into his eyes, and persistently asked, “Hmm?”

“I’m thinking about what kissing feels like, it was my first,” Sheng Zhao said blankly, still reminiscing about the taste he just experienced.

“Oh?” Xing Yingzhuo, like a seductive evil spirit, asked with a soft and gentle voice, “What does it feel like?”

“…It’s kind of…nice,” Sheng Zhao said truthfully, covering his face in agony, obviously unable to accept his own decadence.

“I even want to do it again,” Sheng Zhao said.

Xing Yingzhuo chuckled softly, like a mischievous demon, lifted Sheng Zhao’s chin, leaned in, and kissed his lips at the corner, and used his tongue to sweep away the slight shimmer of moisture from Sheng Zhao’s lips.

“I’ll reward you again next time,” Xing Yingzhuo said.