Chapter 100: Baby…

After simply washing up, Wen Chu walked out of the room and gently closed the door.

He didn’t know where to find Louis, so he simply grabbed a random elf. After learning that Lance was in the conference room, he headed straight there under the terrified gaze of the elf.

The innocent elf who was grabbed watched Wen Chu’s receding figure, completely dazed.

What was going on? Wasn’t this the unconscious VIP guest that His Majesty Lance had ordered to be protected? Why did he suddenly wake up?

Was he dreaming?

Wen Chu didn’t know how much shock he had caused. He imitated Lance’s manner and knocked gently on the conference room door.

“Come in.”

Lance’s steady voice came from inside the conference room.

So Wen Chu pushed the door open and entered.

Lance was looking at the documents in his hand, dark circles heavily under his eyes.

He didn’t look up: “Just leave the tea on the table.”

Alice, however, looked up and jumped in fright upon seeing Wen Chu: “Mommy! Who are you?!”

Wen Chu looked at her inexplicably: “I’m Wen Chu. I’m awake.”

Hearing this, Lance also looked up, staring at Wen Chu in astonishment: “How did you wake up? I haven’t even told Xiu the solution yet…”

Wen Chu told the truth: “I just heard Xiu calling me, so I woke up.”

Alice’s brain worked very fast. Seeing no sign of Xiu beside Wen Chu, she asked doubtfully: “Where’s Xiu? He didn’t come with you?”

Wen Chu’s eyes curved: “He was too tired and fell asleep.”

Alice’s mouth was faster than her brain: “Wasn’t he just actively threatening Lance? How did he fall asleep just like that?”

Lance didn’t speak, but his gaze towards Wen Chu carried some scrutiny and thoughtfulness.

Wen Chu let him look openly and said straightforwardly: “I want to see Louis. Do you have time to let me see him?”

Lance pondered for a moment: “Yes, I’ll take you there.”

Saying that, he got up, put down the documents in his hand, and led Wen Chu out.

Alice also realized what was happening, followed up, and began looking Wen Chu up and down.

The atmosphere was somewhat strange for a moment.

Lance spoke at the right time: “You’ve slept for so many days. Just while we’re on the way, shall I tell you a bit about what happened?”

Wen Chu nodded.

The silver-haired elf’s voice was unhurried: “After you fell into a coma, I began to study the relationship between the Tree of Life and you, trying to treat you. Xiu went to the capital to capture one of the twelve Demon City Lords, Louis, hoping to get clues from him.”

“And then?” Wen Chu guessed, “You probably didn’t get any valid clues?”

“Correct.” Lance admitted, “Louis admitted the cooperation between the demons and the king, but he didn’t know the reason for your coma. He also confessed that the contamination of the Tree of Life and the Moonbreath Grass came from the miasma compound at the junction of the Demon Realm and the Lich territory. Unless we can invite the God Race, who haven’t appeared for a thousand years, there is no way to break it.”

Wen Chu understood.

Before the war between humans and dragons, when this world was just formed, the God Race and the Demon Race were the rulers of the world.

However, as conflicts between the two races increased, a thousand years after the war broke out, the God Race secluded themselves in the Divine Realm, and the Demon Race retreated into the Demon Realm.

As the two races withdrew from the stage of history, dwarves, elves, liches, dragons, and humans appeared successively.

The demons only occasionally took action on the continent, while the gods had completely disappeared without a trace.

Many people speculated that the God Race, which had a similarly low birth rate to the Dragon Race, had actually gone extinct in the long torrent of time.

This could not be verified, but what was certain was that finding a god was obviously much more difficult than saving a Wen Chu.

This was also why Lance worked day and night to save him even after Louis was captured.

As they spoke, they passed by the much-withered Tree of Life.

The Tree of Life welcomed Wen Chu’s arrival very much. Even though it was already listless, it still tried hard to shake its branches cheerfully, making a “rustling” sound, and extended its branches to Wen Chu again.

Unfortunately, it couldn’t squeeze out any liquid this time, so it could only touch Wen Chu’s face unwillingly.

“The Tree of Life likes you very much,” Lance said. “It is the Tree of Life left by the God Race at the beginning of creation. It is also because of this tree that the Elf Race can exist. I have never seen it welcome an outsider so much.”

“Therefore, I believe the Tree of Life will not harm you, so I asked Xiu for a little of your blood sample to study the connection between you and the Tree of Life.”

Wen Chu blinked.

He indeed had some special induction with the Tree of Life. Just by getting close at that time, his lifespan actually increased.

He became curious and was just about to listen to Lance continue when he saw Lance stop.

“We’re here.”

The dungeon was actually set behind the Tree of Life?

Lance nodded to the guard, asking the elf guarding the door to open it. Meeting Wen Chu’s surprised gaze, he explained gently: “The Elf Race has no custom of abusing prisoners. Louis lives in a guest room.”

Wen Chu: “…Ah?”

Are the elves such holy fathers?

Seeing Lance and Alice cooperating so smoothly, he thought they should at least have a little ambition?

After all, it was someone else’s territory, and Xiu wasn’t around, so Wen Chu suppressed the urge to complain.

Before stepping into the room, he stopped and looked at Lance with a faint smile: “Then what if I insist on killing him?”

Lance frowned, looking somewhat troubled: “Then you need to bury the body yourself.”

Wen Chu was prepared to be rejected by Lance, but he didn’t expect the other party to quietly say such astonishing words.

He was stunned for a moment. It took him a while to remember to enter the room, and he was still bewildered when he followed Lance in.

What did this mean? Was burying the body some kind of slang?

No matter how bewildered he was inside, Wen Chu didn’t show it on his face.

The white-haired boy stopped smiling, and his expression became indifferent: “Now I can help you save the Tree of Life. You should also be able to feel the magic fluctuations on me. But in exchange, I want Louis’s life as an extra condition.”

Lance nodded readily: “Okay, then he’s yours.”

Wen Chu: ?

He was even more confused.

The place where Louis lived was a two-bedroom suite. The living room was spacious and tidy, and tea and snacks were placed on the coffee table.

Wen Chu wanted to ask Lance several times why he treated Louis so well, but barely held back, following Lance further inside.

Lance opened the room door: “Louis, how is your study going?”

Wen Chu leaned out to look and was shocked into speechlessness by the scene before him.

On a chair inside the room, Louis was tightly bound by unknown ropes, facing a square desk.

And in front of his eyes was a light screen projected by a magic stone, where a white-haired old man was talking incessantly.

“In this lesson, we will learn the theory and practice of advanced magic. First, let’s understand the definition of advanced magic. Advanced magic does not equal powerful magic, but a more advanced use of magic. Its core definition mainly has three dimensions…”

The voice was rigid and monotone. Just listening to it made Wen Chu’s mind wander.

But Louis’s face was pale, his hair messy, staring at the light screen like a madman, not even daring to spare a shred of attention to look at Wen Chu’s group entering the door.

The old man talked incessantly for more than three minutes, and then the light screen suddenly paused.

A line of text popped up on it.

【Question: What are the twenty-seventh and twenty-eighth words in the three dimensions of the definition of advanced magic?
A: Element
B: Instruction
C: Local】
【Answer Countdown: 30s】

Louis began to recall desperately, but obviously couldn’t remember.

Seeing the countdown numbers getting smaller and smaller, a look akin to ashen gray appeared on Louis’s face.

He trembled, his voice hoarse: “I choose C.”

【Answer incorrect. You will restart learning the course “Theory and Practice of Advanced Magic”】

As the subtitles disappeared, the incessantly talking old man appeared before Louis’s eyes again.

“In this lesson, we will learn the theory and practice of advanced magic…”

Louis kicked the chair desperately like a madman: “Enough! I don’t want to listen! Shut up!!”

“I am a Demon City Lord!! I have no use for these lousy theories!! Shut up!!!”

However, the louder Louis’s voice, the louder the lecture voice on the light screen, lingering repeatedly in his ears, giving him no breathing space.

Lance waved his hand, and the light screen finally paused temporarily.

His tone was calm: “Guest, the Elf Race has always loved peace and never abused prisoners. Please don’t make things difficult for our projection stone either.”

Louis had already broken down: “I don’t care if you are an elf or whatever, turn this damn thing off quickly! I haven’t closed my eyes for a minute or a second for two days!”

As soon as he closed his eyes, the scene inside the projection stone automatically appeared in his mind. He went directly from being forced to listen to online classes to being immersed in the class.

Especially since these elves had unknowingly fed him some potion. Even if his spirit had collapsed, his body was still in a state of excitement, unable to sleep at all.

Compared with the high-intensity chattering courses, even the interrogation time seemed precious.

Wen Chu: “…”

Wen Chu glanced at the bottles and jars scattered on the ground.

Noticing his gaze, Lance said gently: “These are some refreshing potions. The Elf Race has no reason to mistreat guests.”

Wen Chu nodded silently, only then noticing Alice beside him, who had been silent for a long time, looking at Louis with a mixture of pity, sympathy, and schadenfreude.

Wen Chu apologized for his internal criticism of Lance just now.

He was wrong. Someone who could become the leader of a race couldn’t be that kind no matter how kind they were.

Lance nodded to Wen Chu: “Then I’ll leave this to you first. Alice and I will wait for you outside. Just call us when you’re done.”

Wen Chu agreed: “Okay.”

Lance really took Alice far away. The two picked up snacks from the table and started talking about the war situation while eating.

Turns out the snacks weren’t prepared for Louis at all.

Wen Chu closed the room door.

Louis was still panting heavily. Even though the light screen had stopped, under the long-term continuous noise pollution, he still felt the lingering chatter in his ears.

Wen Chu looked at his wretched appearance with a smile: “Long time no see.”

Louis came back to his senses: “…Wen Chu?”

Wen Chu nodded and sat directly on the edge of the bed behind him, in a posture of chatting: “How does it feel to be a guest of the Elf Race?”

Louis, seemingly associating something, looked at Wen Chu resentfully: “You hooked up with the elves again? I was wondering why I was suddenly captured. What about that man before? Did you dump him?”

He licked his lips as he spoke and laughed hoarsely: “If I had known earlier in the capital, I shouldn’t have cared about the king’s face and should have just dismembered and eaten you directly.”

Wen Chu felt uncomfortable hearing him say that. Other things didn’t matter, but he didn’t like people talking about his relationship with Xiu like that.

“Didn’t dump him.” Wen Chu was concise, “I’m only giving you ten minutes to talk.”

Then send this reckless guy on his way.

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On the other side.

Xiu trembled inside the golden cage, his whole body lying prone on the wooden horse.

He didn’t know how long he had been awake.

When he first woke up, he just thought it was another absurd wet dream. He even had the leisure to look at the nearby furnishings, wondering when Wen Chu would come.

But as the time spent on the wooden horse grew longer, Xiu finally realized something was wrong.

He was thrown into the dreamscape after being thoroughly fucked. His body remained in that thoroughly ripened state. Just the friction from breathing made him tremble uncontrollably.

Moreover, the knot on his tail scales was stuck exactly on the wooden horse.

With his body weight and gravity, it was pushed in little by little.

Along with the wooden horse, it sank to a terrifying depth.

Xiu couldn’t even attend to the front being treated the same way.

The suggestion that unauthorized climax would lead to pregnancy was deeply engraved in his mind. Xiu felt the pleasure in his body stacking up layer by layer almost in terrified sobriety.

It piled up until his mind began to go into a trance.

His feet were suspended in the air. Any struggling movement would only cause the knot to be swallowed deeper.

The rough rope, the size of a fist. His just-ravaged scales hadn’t recovered yet before swallowing such a big thing again.

Tiny barbs turned into soft little brushes after being wet by fluids, making breathing a torture.

Yet it couldn’t reach the deep place.

Eating it only repeatedly brought more thirst.

Xiu adjusted his posture several times, but in the end, he could only lean forward and lie on the wooden horse to avoid the constant downward pressure of gravity.

But in this way, the front became the one suffering.

Already tied up, unable to spit out anything, holding it until purple-red, and now being crushed so roughly, giving Xiu a trance-like illusion that he was completely ruined.

Helpless, he could only lie down for a while and sit up for a while, attempting to share the burden on both sides, eventually turning into stacking on both sides simultaneously.

“Wen Chu…”

Xiu finally couldn’t help whimpering.

Surrounded by darkness, apart from the golden cage and him, there was nothing.

Where exactly was he locked up? Would Wen Chu come back to see him?

Under the long time, Xiu’s mind began to wander.

He even couldn’t help thinking, did he anger Wen Chu, so he was locked up like this all the time?

Why? Because he wouldn’t conceive an egg for Wen Chu?

Want Wen Chu.

So want Wen Chu.

He missed Wen Chu almost to the point of madness, but there was only such a lifeless object beneath him, unable to even satisfy himself.

In the darkness, the tyrannical and wanton evil dragon trembled, his expression blank. Several tremors only resulted in spitting out fluids, while the tied front couldn’t spit out anything.

Wen Chu…

Xiu opened his mouth but could no longer speak.

He had begun to fear this posture, but there wasn’t even anyone around to ask for help. Only he was left alone in the darkness, waiting alone for the release that came at an unknown time.

If he completely broke himself, could he see Wen Chu?

Xiu thought in a trance.

He almost cruelly made himself sit up straight.

Then, trembled until he lost his voice.

“Drip—drip—”

Even the tied place began to spit intermittently.

As if really completely broken, it didn’t stop even after spitting.

Xiu’s eyes rolled up slightly. It took a good while before he looked down as if sleepwalking.

Only when he saw clearly what was on the ground did he finally realize where the “drip” sound just now came from.

He was incontinent.

He was already like this; why hadn’t Wen Chu appeared to let him conceive an egg yet?

“Wen… woo… Chu…”

The dreamscape actually began to shake and collapse. This was a sign that the dream owner’s spirit had reached its limit.

Xiu watched helplessly as everything before him gradually turned into gravel. Finally, only he was left sitting on the ground, and finally couldn’t help trying hard to sit up.

“Hoo—”

The next moment, he opened his eyes, covered in cold sweat.

Because of excessive pleasure, he actually forcefully broke away from Wen Chu’s dreamscape himself.

Looking at the ceiling in a trance, feeling the stickiness in the quilt, Xiu’s memory slowly returned.

He came to see the comatose Wen Chu, then confessed to Wen Chu, and then…

It became like this.

Where is Wen Chu?

He turned his head, looked at the empty bed, and tentatively called out hoarsely: “Wen Chu?”

The room was quiet, without any response.

Xiu’s nerves, which had just relaxed, tightened again.

He immediately tried to get up to find Wen Chu, but because of the movement of sitting up, he directly swallowed most of the knot. He froze halfway through sitting up, mouth slightly open, expression blank and motionless.

In a trance, he even thought he hadn’t got off the wooden horse yet.

It took Xiu a long time to recover. Looking at the rope on his body, he pursed his lips.

Who did he learn all this messy stuff from?

But now wasn’t the time to dwell on this. Finding Wen Chu was the most important thing.

Xiu forced himself to break the bindings on his limbs and the head of the bed. Out of some indescribable mentality, he didn’t touch the remaining rope but dragged himself to take a quick shower.

When cleaning the scales, Xiu paused.

There was still Wen Chu’s stuff inside the scales.

Remembering Wen Chu’s words, Xiu lowered his eyes, reached out, and personally ate the half-falling knot deep inside.

Wen Chu wanted to lay eggs. Then regardless of whether he could lay them or not, he would try his best to give them to Wen Chu.

Although he didn’t really like taking care of little dragons, the Dragon Race itself wasn’t the type that needed painstaking care.

They would spend most of their childhood in the egg. Basically, not long after hatching, they would develop territorial consciousness, grow up quickly, and separate from their parents.

The concept of family didn’t exist in the consciousness of the Dragon Race.

Fighting for territory, looting treasures, pursuing mates—these were the instincts of the Dragon Race.

At worst, just throw them to the elves for Lance to raise after birth. He saw that Lance quite liked taking care of children.

Thinking this, while quickly finishing his shower and changing clothes, Xiu couldn’t help laughing again.

He was a male dragon; he couldn’t give birth at all. Thinking about raising children now was a bit too far-fetched.

Quickly dressing neatly, enduring the discomfort in his body, Xiu walked out the door and grabbed an unlucky elf casually.

“Where is Wen Chu?”

Since the root of his tail was tied, the rope would be exposed if he wasn’t careful, so Xiu hid his tail directly.

But even so, the elf was still frightened by this dragon radiating low pressure, stammering: “He… he just went out to find His Majesty… and then followed His Majesty to find Louis…”

Louis?

Xiu’s eyebrows twitched.

He hurriedly dropped a “Got it,” threw the elf aside, and strode quickly towards Wen Chu’s direction.

The rope on his body rubbed repeatedly but couldn’t completely satisfy him, bringing more emptiness, plunging Xiu’s just-calmed body into chaos again.

But all this couldn’t compare to the irritability and confusion in his heart.

Why go to find Louis again? Didn’t Wen Chu just tell him he didn’t like Louis?

Why leave him behind and specifically throw him into a dream to find that rude demon?

Even a demon couldn’t lay eggs for Wen Chu, right?

And could a demon be tied up and played with casually like him?

Xiu was already sleep-deprived. He had only napped for twenty or thirty minutes just now, and most of the time was spent in pleasure that made one lose all reason. His thoughts weren’t clear now.

But in the tangled mess of thoughts, only one thing was exceptionally clear:

See Wen Chu.

Only by seeing Wen Chu under his nose with his own eyes would he feel at ease.

Holding such an obsession, Xiu almost forgot all feelings in his body, focusing only on striding quickly towards Louis’s room.

Quickly passing the guards saluting him, ignoring Alice who stood up in astonishment and Lance who sized him up thoughtfully, Xiu strode to the door, his eyes already red.

“Wait—” Lance was just about to say something when he was frightened by Xiu’s fierce gaze.

Recalling the experience of almost being strangled to death by Xiu, Lance raised his hands: “I have no malice. I just wanted to remind you that the door isn’t locked. No need to kick it; just open it.”

Xiu silently retracted the leg prepared to kick the door.

Behind him, two people were like onlookers watching a scene of catching adultery, each holding a handful of melon seeds and secretly watching the show.

Xiu took a deep breath, reached out, and pressed down the door handle.

His movement was very light. When he pushed open a slit, the people inside hadn’t noticed yet.

Also because of this, Xiu heard Wen Chu’s voice.

It was a cold banter he had never heard before.

“You even told Xiu—that I had feelings for you? How come I don’t know when I fell for trash like you?”

Amidst Louis’s hoarse and terrified “Heh heh” sounds, through the gradually widening crack in the door, Xiu saw Wen Chu.

The boy bent down slightly, pinching the chin of the demon on the chair, leaving only a side profile to him outside the door.

Just the side profile was so beautiful and cute.

But those round eyes, which always curved and smiled innocently in front of him, had no emotional fluctuations at this time. Wen Chu held a silver needle in his slender and beautiful hand, curving his lips coldly at Louis.

“Is it interesting to watch him tortured by nightmares, unable to sleep for two days and two nights? Do you like gossiping so much?”

“Oh—I almost forgot. You came for Xiu. You all wish Xiu would die quickly so he leaves me again. Of course, you wouldn’t care about Xiu’s feelings.”

He bent down, patted Louis’s face, met the other party’s terrified expression, and showed an innocent smile.

“In that case, let’s seal your mouth.”

“A mouth that can’t speak has no need to remain.”

The door finally opened completely.

The smell of blood from inside hit his nose, and Xiu was able to see the full picture inside.

An empty healing potion bottle was thrown on the table. Wen Chu was happily tying a knot at the corner of Louis’s lips.

Louis had his lips sewn together with needle and thread alive. He trembled in pain. As soon as his lips tore, they were restored by the healing potion. He didn’t even have the chance to tear his mouth open to break free from the thread. He could only watch helplessly as his flesh was sewn together.

Wen Chu also sensed the movement at the door. He turned his head impatiently: “Didn’t I say not to distur… Xiu?”

Halfway through speaking, his tone changed directly, becoming a soft doubt.

Wen Chu almost subconsciously put the needle and thread into the spatial stone together, kicked Louis over to make him faint, and showed a perfectly innocent and bewildered expression to Xiu: “Why are you here?”

“Eee—”

Behind came the sound of Alice sighing while cracking melon seeds.

Wen Chu didn’t know how much Xiu saw. He hurriedly wiped his hands, trying hard to make his smile look cuter: “I… I just came to take a look…”

Doomed.

Xiu liked beautiful and cute things. Now he wasn’t beautiful or cute at all; instead, he looked like some kind of vengeful ghost.

Even when he was really a vengeful ghost, he had always been very obedient in front of Xiu and never hurt anyone.

Why did all his previous efforts go to waste in the last world?

The more nervous Wen Chu was, the less he could explain. He could only watch helplessly as Xiu walked in with an unreadable expression and closed the door, cutting off the two gazes watching the excitement outside.

“Xiu…”

Wen Chu took a nervous step back, lowering his head imperceptibly to make himself look more innocent.

“I can explain. I wasn’t very fierce…”

“Wen Chu.”

Xiu’s voice was hoarse.

It even seemed to carry some suppressed unbearability.

Wen Chu looked up, only to find that the corners of Xiu’s eyes were already red, and there was actually an inconspicuous water stain on the floor where he walked over.

Before Wen Chu could react to the situation, he suddenly felt his shoulder sink.

Xiu leaned his whole body on him, forehead resting on his shoulder, hugging him with a force that wished to rub him into his marrow, bringing a scorching temperature.

His hands, just wiped clean of blood stains, were held by Xiu.

Xiu guided his hand all the way back.

Touching the invisible tail and scales.

“Why are you so much—”

Wen Chu widened his eyes in astonishment.

Xiu smiled hazily. Even the hardest man would carry a bit of charm when overcome by lust.

He whispered: “Baby… so beautiful.”

So beautiful even when doing bad things.

Obviously just a small matter, but the guilty and flustered expression when discovered by him was also so beautiful.

Saying words to defend him, baring teeth to threaten, simply like a lop-eared rabbit stomping its feet in anger, a fluffy little ball thinking it’s fierce.

Seemed indeed a bit fierce.

But it didn’t matter. Being fierce was also a sharp kind of beauty.

The unease, hesitation, nervousness, and other emotions just now, as well as that empty, restless heart, all seemed to be filled when hearing Wen Chu’s words.

Soothing, heavy, feeling Wen Chu’s love so clearly.

“Baby… baby, my little gem.”

Xiu kissed Wen Chu’s forehead cherishingly.

The evil dragon, who had just been fucked once, knew the taste well and was dazzled by the beautiful and ruthless Wen Chu he had never seen before.

He invited in a low voice:

“Are you this fierce?”

“So fierce that I’m… like this.”

The evil dragon wouldn’t care about right or wrong.

The evil dragon would only feel that his gem could be so dazzling.