Chasing You (Arc 8+)

Beneath the Heavens (XXXI)

His lover replied in a nonchalant manner. "Laid to rest."

An Zhangyi looked up a little surprised. "..."

Didn't Bao Bao tell him that Fu Yemu should be unkillable unless by the protagonist's hand? He took a glimpse at Fu Baisong. Seeing those profound abysmal eyes gazing at him, he felt a little silly. Who was Fu Baisong? He may just be a minor cannon fodder but he obviously stands on top amongst the crouching tigers and hidden dragons¹. Of course, his hubby was able to defeat Fu Yemu.

Fu Baisong observed him and chuckled lightly, "He dared to harm you. Naturally, as your husband, I had to go claim some debt."

Bobbing his head, An Zhangyi let out a small sound of acknowledgment, "Ah."

He did not feel anything for Fu Yemu other than pity. Having your mother dismembered in front of you by your own father at a young age, of course, they would become disturbed by it. Receiving no help when you needed it the most, of course, the twisted young boy would blacken easily.

As for the arm that was attached to his body, An Zhangyi was sure that it was his mother, Xiong Yanzi's. Because of his early interference, the arm must have gotten an opportunity and latched onto him, and the only way to stop it was to carve the Seal of Yannian and Mark of Zhengfu. As for why did Fu Yemu want him, once he is able to look over the notes acquired from Zheng Zunzhao, he would confirm one of his suspicions. This led him to the object which allowed Fu Yemu to control a mass of corpses. That item had caused his body to stir up unconditionally when he came close to Fu Yemu, yet he wasn't sure why. All that An Zhangyi knew for sure was that Fu You was the start and Fu Yemu was the end to the secrets.

With both of them dead, it should be almost impossible to figure out why but that only applies to normal people. Who was his husband? Fu Baisong's occupation shouldn't be underestimated. Even if An Zhangyi never asks for his assistance, subsequently the man would help him nevertheless.

Pursing his lips, An Zhangyi inquired about Fu Yemu's belonging. "Ah Song, what about his items?"

Fu Baisong replied straightforwardly, "Took them."

A Zhangyi, "All of it?"

Nodding his head, the corners of his mouth peeled up, "All of it."

Pulling back, An Zhangyi asked a simple question, "Can I see them?"

A sly grin appeared on his lips, "Of course you can."

He then shamelessly added at the end as he held up two fingers, "A kiss per item."

Seeing Fu Baisong's gesture, he tilts his head, "Two items?"

Fu Baisong shook his head, his eyes full of mirth as he winked, "Twenty."

Blanking out, he only blinked his eyes as a response, ")ि•͈ ༝•͈०ी..."

Once he gathered his thoughts, An Zhangyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his lover's antics. He didn't hesitate to pull on the collar of Fu Baisong's collar and capture those cool lips that contradicted his (FBS's) warm aura.

Playfully nibbling on Fu Baisong's lips, he used his tongue to push through the small opening in his (FBS's) defense. Caressing his teeth as means of probing for access, An Zhangyi gazed into Fu Baisong's eyes. Inside of the obsidian jewels, he saw a beast's awakening, sending shivers down his spine. He hadn't seen this look for a very long time and his tingled with anticipation.

Enjoying that his lover took the initiative, Fu Baisong enthusiastically returned the kiss. As soon as he lifted his defensive line, his tongue slithered out and teased his partner's softer and smaller tongue. Licking the bottom side, he scooped some of An Zhangyi's saliva as well as passing on his. Inviting him in, he tilted his head to the side and allowed further access into his small cavern. Fu Baisong's touch was merciful despite hinting the strong desire cloistered by reason.

Engaging in a fervent kiss capable of melting even the sturdiest of metals, An Zhangyi sucked on the formidable tongue before moving onto savoring the rest of Fu Baisong's mouth. He had felt his lover's hand slide down the curves of his sides in a desirous conduct, groping his supple skin as he slid lower. As soon as those naughty hands reached his well-rounded bottom, Fu Baisong squeezed and melded the shape of it with his hands.

An Zhangyi gasped at the stimulation, leaving his mouth was left unguarded for a second. Fu Baisong took this chance and plundered the defenseless entrance. His hands roamed upwards, frivolously rubbing his lover's sensitive lumbus and gluteus. Feeling his tongue become numb, An Zhangyi whimpered.

Deciding that it was enough, he pecked his (AZY's) swollen. He really enjoyed bullying his love just to hear his adorable mewls and whimpers. Fu Baisong chuckled, "You're so cute, Zhang'er."

Flushed cheeks and teary eyes, An Zhangyi looked like a delicacy before this hungry wolf husband of his. Catching his breath, he asked, "Where's my system and how is the outside situation?"

Fu Baisong ran his finger over An Zhangyi's lower glossy lip, "Your system is naturally sitting above this room sulking and the allied sects have just entered through the gates."

Hearing that Bao Bao was above, he knew immediately that his lover had probably restricted him from bothering the two of them. Chuckling inwardly, An Zhangyi knew that he had to make it up to his 'mother' after this, especially after having him face against something he feared. He asked, "What's the percentage of causality?"

Fu Baisong, "Five percent."

An Zhangyi raised an eyebrow, gesturing for Fu Baisong to explain further. Indulging in whatever he wished for, he complied and elucidated on the matter, "Don't worry you were only out for half an hour. Without a leader, the corpses were easier to dispose of."

He took out the notes and the two instruments that were used in manipulating the corpses. An Zhangyi nodded and looked over the articles, "En."

Quickly scanning over the pages, his lips pressed into a thin line. It was indeed as he had thought so. After looking over the document, he examined the xiao in which Fu Yemu used and found nothing out of ordinary. The materials used to construct it was a type of uncommon jade that gave off a silvery finish; there was nothing distinctive about it.

Reaching out to take the item, An Zhangyi felt a shock from the tips of his finger and his vision blackened instantly. The last thing he saw was Fu Baisong's concerned face.

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¹Crouching tigers and hidden dragons: An idiom meaning, talented individuals in hiding; concealed talent.