After being reborn as an ugly cannon fodder, my appearance stats are off the charts!

Red gauze curtains hung down.

Yan An sat on E Feng's lap, looking down at his pale yet handsome face.

Even if he has ulterior motives for being intimate with the other person.

Once is enough.

He was also fortunate that Efeng was neither old nor ugly.

However, in this world, he is a castrated man. This is why, despite also cultivating the Heavenly Demon True Technique, he dared to break the rules. And E Feng was well aware of this as well.

With his hand pressed against E Feng's heart, Yan An suddenly realized something.

In this matter, he was the one with more experience than E Feng.

Does he really need to teach Efeng how to do it...?

The next second, two hands gripped his waist, and the other person's face was buried in his chest.

Yan An soon realized that he had underestimated the people of this world—those who practice martial arts are really different from ordinary humans. In every aspect, their physical qualities are on a completely different level.

They also underestimated how terrifying it would be if someone who had been consumed by lust for too long suddenly erupted.

...............

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Yan An didn't see any signs of decline in E Feng, only that the other party was sticking to him more and more each day. Many times he wondered if E Feng really wanted to chew him up and swallow him whole.

He would test E Feng from time to time. Even if he was trembling all over from being licked just a second ago, he would suddenly slap him with his palm the next second to observe E Feng's reaction. His eyes were watery as he assessed whether his threat level had decreased, and by how much.

Yan An suspected that E Feng wanted him to stay in this valley forever...

Aside from the deaf and mute servants, the only other person who could communicate with Yan An was E Feng.

Yan An once again hid in the sea of ​​flowers.

He wore a snow-white robe, his long hair was not tied up, and he sat leaning against one of the flowering trees. Not far away was a clear, transparent mountain stream with babbling spring water.

The surrounding flowers and branches are so lush and seemingly endless, cascading down in layers, like a colorful cloud fallen from the sky to rest in this mountain stream, as beautiful as a dream.

He was waiting for Efeng to come so he could assess Efeng's control over the valley.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from not far away.

Yan An frowned and looked over.

The person who came was not E Feng, but a boy covered in flower petals who emerged from behind the tree.

The boy had a very regular face with no expression on his face, except for his bright eyes, which quickly fell on Yan An's loose collar.

Yan An's skin is now covered with red marks like fallen plum blossoms. These marks have become a kind of gorgeous and dazzling embellishment on his body, as if they were proof that mortals have possessed and defiled the gods.

"Who are you?" Yan An asked calmly.

Even if E Feng's skills are declining, it doesn't mean that just anyone can break into this valley.

Besides, this is just a child.

Although Yan An had lost his memory of the banquet in Lingchun, he learned from Zhongli Xiang that he had turned into a child due to his cultivation technique before being brought to Chuiyun Stream by E Feng.

Although the child's appearance may have been an accident.

But seeing is not always believing, and a child is not necessarily a child.

The boy opened his mouth but did not answer. He looked at Yan An, then suddenly took a few steps back and disappeared back into the sea of ​​flowers.

Just as the boy's figure disappeared, another adult figure in white appeared.

The visitor was E Feng.

However, unlike before.

E Feng did not come to Yan An's side immediately.

Those long, narrow eyes had deep, dark pupils that exuded a powerful presence, and even when not smiling, their thin lips held a subtle, enigmatic curve.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and knocked down the surrounding flowering trees.

Large swaths of flowering trees fell down.

Only the one tree that sat peacefully remained standing in its original spot.

In just a few breaths, Yan An felt that the surrounding view had become extremely open.

E Feng walked to the tree, looked up at Yan An, and started looking up inch by inch from Yan An's ankles that were hanging in mid-air.

Yan An lowered her eyes to look at him, her tone calm and indifferent as she asked, "What's wrong with you, my husband?"

E Feng reached out and grasped Yan An's ankle.

He fell from the tree into her arms.

Yan An did not resist, but simply put his arm around E Feng's neck.

E Feng stared intently at the person in his arms, but his grip tightened.

He began to feel fear.

It's not that I'm afraid of the decline in my skill level after breaking the rules.

Instead, once they gained a comfortable life, they became even more afraid of losing it.

He feared that he would no longer be able to keep track of Yan An's whereabouts at all times.

He wanted Yan'an to stay by his side forever, to go nowhere else, to always call him her husband, and to never leave him for all eternity.

but……

Yan An gently stroked E Feng's temples and said tenderly, "Husband, you have gray hair."

If he had never cultivated the Heavenly Demon True Technique and was still alive today, E Feng would be over seventy years old.

E Feng's pupils constricted.

Yan An finally saw fear in E Feng's eyes.

It's not just a decline in skill, but the need for this kind of fear that allows Efeng, who was originally a god-like, powerful, and inhumanly ruthless being, to return to being a human being, an ordinary person.

A person who can be killed.

"Husband, let go," Yan An said softly. "You're holding me too tightly, it hurts..."

Over the past six months, Yan An has made countless small requests to E Feng, and E Feng has developed the instinct to do them as soon as he hears them.

Yan An stood back on the ground.

He ran his fingers through his loose hair, slightly raised his chin, looked at E Feng, and smiled.

Then, her words were like poison: "Husband, have you degenerated to the point where you can't even control your own strength anymore?"

E Feng's expression became extremely strange. He seemed to be angry and disappointed, but in reality, no matter how Yan An treated him, as long as it was towards him, he would feel endless pleasure.

The light of lust in his eyes had become terrifyingly intense.

"I can never control myself when I'm with my wife." E Feng put his arm around Yan An's waist and led him away from the fallen flower field.

Yan An noticed that E Feng had regained his composure, but a sense of unease crept into his heart.

It's been half a year!

He couldn't bear to stay here any longer, to continue this entanglement with Efeng.

They were so intimate, indoors, on the tatami mat.

"My lord, when can I leave this place?" Yan An looked up at E Feng with a mocking smile, her eyes as cold as ice, yet still beautiful, so beautiful that it made one's heart pound and one's scalp tingle. "I'm already fed up with this place."

E Feng stopped what he was doing.

He kept staring at Yan An, his eyes filled with utter madness, "Unless I die..."

Unless you die?

The heavens and earth swayed, and fragrant sweat poured down like rain.

Yan An suddenly drew the short sword that was under his pillow.

He flipped himself over, and in front of E Feng, raised his hand and thrust the tip of the sword down.

Yan An thought that E Feng would stop it.

As always, he was unable to really hurt Efeng.

……

Many major events often happen on an ordinary day.

……

Yan An's hands trembled slightly.

Was it anger, fear, or excitement?

He looked at Efeng and no longer called him his husband.

"Master, do you regret it?" Yan An looked at him, almost urgently, and asked, "Regret..." Regret meeting him? Regret killing his parents and relatives back then?! Regret taking him away, which has now also led to his own death?

But Efeng just stared intently at him.

"Never," Efeng said. "My wife, would my death bring you joy?"

Yan An stared expressionlessly at the person beneath him.

He should have known long ago that E Feng would never regret killing his family or what he had done.

E Feng is just a madman.

For Yan An, who had lost part of his memory, he had hardly ever met E Feng and had hardly ever spoken a word to him.

Perhaps, in the past he had lost his memories of, he had already understood this principle.

Therefore, at this moment, he felt a sense of relief and understanding, as if everything had finally settled.

Yan An smiled and raised his short sword again.