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Xiao Yao was crushed by Baiju on the chair and couldn't move. His hot breath rushed over his face and his flexible and soft lips instantly captured him.
It wasn’t difficult to admit that he loved the gentle and clingy appearance of the old white dog.
In the end, Baiju was considerate of his little boyfriend, and after kissing for a while, he let go of him. Touching the back of Xiao Yao's head with his palm, Baiju couldn't help but touch his nose against his, and with a slight dumb voice, encouraged him in asking, "Yao Yao, is there anything you want to know?"
Xiao Yao laughed and patted Baiju's back, "Get off me first, you’re killing me."
"No," Baiju was no longer unable to distinguish jokes from the truth as he was at the beginning. Xiao Yao, a practitioner with great power, wouldn’t really feel uncomfortable under his weight. He also suspected he was acting like a baby when he spoke like this, so he kissed Xiao Yao on the cheek again, and whispered, "I can tell you a little bit."
Xiao Yao put his arms loosely around the white old dog's waist, thought for a while, and tentatively asked, "Have you been besieged by humans?"
Baiju nodded and smiled, "Yeah."
Xiao Yao narrowed his eyebrows slightly, "Cultivators or ordinary people?"
Baiju pecked at the tip of his nose, and spoke with a low voice, "Both."
Xiao Yao slowly felt the apprehension rising, "...how many times?"
A helpless smile was pulled across his lips and he rubbed Xiao Yao's hair and told the truth, "...I can't remember."
Xiao Yao only felt that his chest sank fiercely, and his heart was numb and suffocated.
Wasn't this old dog a serious mountain god? How could it have fallen to this point?
Wild gods who hadn’t been formally received were still demons in the eyes of cultivators. Even if the old dog was besieged by the cultivators, it wasn’t strange, but what about the ordinary people? Were they supposed to be his followers? Why treat him like that?
With countless questions flooding into his mind, Xiao Yao panicked, and a wave of almost forgotten despair slowly climbed up from the back of his neck, causing him to fall into a slight trance.
"Yao Yao, Yao Yao..." Baiju shook Xiao Yao, sighed, took the person into his arms and smoothed his back, calmly said, "It's okay, I’m okay now."
Xiao Yao subconsciously grasped the clothes on Baiju’s back, pulling deep folds, "Your parents...?"
Baiju was stunned, and patted him with a smirk, "Relax, don't think so much... it's all my own reasons. My father and mother died partly because of aging and partly because of a struggle between demon kings. It had nothing to do with humans."
Xiao Yao lowered his head, smiled bitterly and knocked his forehead against Baiju's neck, "Bai’ge, I'm a little bit lucky."
"If... I mean if humans had hurt you and pushed your parents into the abyss, then I don't know from what position I could tell you not to be our enemy."
Baiju smiled and let out a low sigh, "Yao Yao, you don't know, human beings have an existence that all demons yearn for. Human beings are very attractive, and we are naturally attracted to human beings. Good and bad, honest and evil, even if I’m offended by a group of people, there will be another group of people who will make me feel soft and loved."
Lowering his eyelashes slightly, Baiju rubbed his chin against Xiao Yao's hair, "The things that used to be are over, and the people who used to be have paid the price. I don't have much anger and resentment left to avenge the world."
"So open-minded?" Xiao Yao said hoarsely, trying to adjust his joking tone. He knew that the old white dog was trying to assure him, but he was still flustered in his heart.
"Yes, it’s such a troublesome thing to be an enemy of all mankind." Baiju narrowed his eyes and pressed his palm to Xiao Yao's shoulder. "If I don't let it go, how tiring would it be to live."
After thinking for a while, the old white dog felt that he seemed very unconvincing, so he coaxed his little boyfriend and leaned into his ear, "Or, should I take revenge? For example, go down from my mountain and take a pretty little thing and drag them back to my nest to be a wife, after one reincarnation still be unwilling to let him go, then the next reincarnation, then the next reincarnation...every time I keep him with me."
"Is my little boyfriend willing?" Baiju kissed Xiao Yao's ears, pulled the person out of his arms, and looked at him with a smile.
Xiao Yao avoided the old white dog’s sight uncomfortably, his heartbeat was a little too lively, "Where did you learn so many rhetorics."
Baiju touched his nose and didn't plan to let him go like this, "Hm? Would you like it? Pretty little thing."
Xiao Yao couldn't bear it, so he raised his head to kiss the chin of the old dog, and whispered to him, "...okay."
The corners of Baiju's lips were raised higher, "Clever Yao Yao."
Xiao Yao’s ears were burning with panic. He found that the old white dog always liked to praise him for being "clever" or asking him to be "obedient", and every time he heard it, he had a subtle sense of shame. He always felt this word was too spoiled, giving him a sense of confusion in the face of his elders.
After clearing his throat, Xiao Yao stretched out his hand to push the old white dog, "How long have you been on me...so heavy."
Baiju rubbed Xiao Yao's head, stretched his long legs to the side, and landed on the ground. Then he grabbed Xiao Yao's waist and picked up his boyfriend. The old white dog lifted Xiao Yao onto his shoulder while he wasn’t paying attention and went out in a pretentious manner, "Let’s go, you’ve been abducted by the big demon and are being taken back to his den."
Xiao Yao's vision was suddenly turned upside down, "..."
Xiao Yao calmly hung on the shoulders of the old dog and straightened his glasses, reminding, "The red fox is still outside."
The old white dog stopped.
His little boyfriend was still very elite.
The white old dog, who was showing his rare demon side, sighed a little regretfully, put his boyfriend down, and even tidied his clothes intimately.
Xiao Yao kissed him as if compensatingly, "Should I make you something to eat?"
They had returned from Haiyin Fort at 7 o’clock in the evening and Xiao Yao had been preparing a lot of information then held a meeting for nearly two hours. The old white dog also took Qiu Ziran to practice for a while, and it was already eleven in the evening.
"Don't feed the red fox." Baiju looked at the small courtyard. The illusion he had left for the red fox before could last for another two minutes. If Xiao Yao made something to eat at this time, it seemed impolite to withhold it from guests, so he frowned as he made a small request.
Xiao Yao laughed, "So stingy?"
The old white dog thought for a while, then said confidently, "It's just instinct, I protect food."
After that, the old white dog lowered his voice again, as if he was still a bit wronged, "It's best to only make it for the two of us in the future, not for Qu Lang, or for others."
Xiao Yao snorted suddenly, really wanting to buy all the dog food in the world and feed it to his old white dog.
So the final result was that after the two people handed the red fox to Qu Lang who came to pick up the fox, they closed the door and returned to the kitchen for supper.
The old white dog was satisfied, and he kept adding pieces of meat to Xiao Yao's bowl. Xiao Yao cried and laughed and refused him, "Bai’ge, that's enough. I'm not that hungry, I don't really need supper."
The old white dog was a little lost, "Oh..."
Xiao Yao propped up his chin with one hand, watching Baiju move gracefully and quickly to demolish the food in his bowl, teasing, "Aren’t you protective of food?"
The old white dog held his chopsticks and looked up at Xiao Yao, "I don't guard against the people in my nest."
Xiao Yao from the nest, "..."
Okay, he should be playing the role of a little thing that was taken back to the cave by the unscrupulous demon Baiju to become his wife.
Xiao Yao pulled at the corner of his mouth, and slammed the meat piled up in his bowl back into Baiju’s bowl, "Eat it yourself."