Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Xie Weixing indulged him greatly, tilting his head back to offer his lips.

Just as they were about to kiss.

"Dragon Palace, Dragon Palace?"

Tan Suiting suddenly opened his eyes, almost choking on his breath, and even gagged twice involuntarily due to the shock.

Xie Weixing squatted by his bedside, her eyes looking strange: "I knew it, how could you eat seven chicken legs for dinner? See, you have indigestion now."

Tan Suiting's ears turned red as she stared blankly at him, the scene from just now still lingering in her mind.

A slender, supple waist, delicate skin, and captivatingly soft breathing.

……

He finally understood the difference between the Crown Princess and his senior brother.

Junior brothers and senior brothers cannot do the things he dreamed about.

But the Crown Princess can.

Just like the Emperor and Empress, we can not only hold hands and hug, but also kiss and do many intimate things that others cannot do.

"Cough! Cough cough—"

Tan Suiting held onto the bedside, his slender fingers curling up.

Xie Weixing hugged the person: "Want some water to calm down?"

Tan Suiting nodded, took the tea from his hand and drank it all, only then did he feel a little better.

……

How could he dream of such a senior brother, dream of himself and his senior brother doing these things?

Once or twice, and now even...

He is a really bad person.

Tan Suiting thought in despair.

He didn't dare look at Xie Weixing, so he coldly lowered his eyelashes: "Why aren't you asleep yet, so late?"

"I've come to have a chat with you."

"What are you going to talk about?"

"Let's just chat."

Tan Suiting frowned slightly, feeling that his senior brother was acting strangely tonight, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

Suddenly, there was a strange noise from the rear window.

Their eyes met.

anyone?

Tan Suiting had no time to think about anything else. He stood up nimbly, held Feng Lian in his hand, and followed Xie Weixing to the back window.

This is a guest room in the Nie residence, extremely far from the main hall. When night falls, you can't see anything without lighting the lamps.

Xie Weixing squinted.

"Shh." Tan Suiting placed his slender fingers to his lips, his eyes cold, and a trace of lightning flickered at his fingertips.

The sense of proportion was excellent.

The two peered out the window and saw several men in black going in and out of the backyard, seemingly carrying something out.

Tan Suiting, being a member of the dragon clan, possessed exceptional hearing and vision: "They belong to the Blood Moon Hall."

Xie Weixing snorted coldly, and an ice shard condensed at his fingertip: "Bodhi Ice Sprout".

Swish.

With an extremely faint whooshing sound, an ice shard suddenly pierced the back of a man in black's neck.

"Ah!" he cried out and collapsed.

The other men in black were alarmed: "Who?!"

"boom--!"

Silver-blue lightning bolts tore through the air, unleashing an overwhelming pressure.

"Your father."

A clear, youthful voice rang out, followed by countless strands of cold, white ice.

"This is bad," the man in black frowned, "You'd better get out of here!"

After saying that, he threw down several black, round objects that exploded into smoke the moment they hit the ground.

"Trying to leave?" Tan Suiting burst out from behind Xie Weixing in an instant, like a cheetah. Before anyone could see his movements, he was already inches away. "I didn't agree."

As Feng Lian drew his sword, silver-blue lightning instantly climbed up the spine of the blade. A flash of cold white light, and the man in black stared wide-eyed in anger, frozen in place.

A thin, sharp line of blood appeared on his neck, and the next moment, blood gushed out, and he collapsed to the ground.

Xie Weixing raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose: "Don't smell it, this smoke can slow people down."

"Don't let them leave," Tan Suiting said coldly. "They're carrying something."

I don't know what they took, but given that Nie Qingyi just killed so many people from the Blood Moon Hall, the fact that she would sneak into the Nie residence in the middle of the night to search for it means it must be something important.

The two chased after him, all the way to the mountains.

"Sumeru Spell," Tan Suiting said coldly, and the path the man in black wanted to take into the mountain was instantly blocked by space.

The man in black turned to look at the two men, his eyes darkening as he prepared to fight to the death.

"Holy Seal Spiritual Technique!" Xie Weixing suddenly approached, drawing his sword, "Third Form, Moon Slash!"

A crescent-shaped blade, imbued with ancient runes, covered the frosty white longsword and slammed down. The man in black raised his hand to block it.

"Golden Core Realm?" Xie Weixing sensed the fluctuations in spiritual energy and chuckled. "So all the people your Blood Moon Hall arranged in Nanchuan are indeed dead."

He twisted his wrist, lay prone, and pinned the other person down.

"Nine Locks of Void Binding." Tan Suiting spoke coldly, and fragmented lightning instantly enveloped him.

A flash of silver-blue lightning struck, and the man in black was immobilized.

"I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you!" he screamed in agony from the electric shocks. "Don't kill me!"

Tan Suiting narrowed his eyes slightly, making no move, and lightning instantly wrapped around the neck of the man in black.

A muffled thud.

He let out a final, painful groan and died on the spot.

Xie Weixing snorted coldly: "I stayed up all night to do parkour with you all the way here, do you think I'd let you off the hook?"

He crouched down and searched, and sure enough, he found a secret letter at his waist.

Upon opening it, one finds a dense collection of names, with detailed dates written every two lines.

"This is probably a record of how they used the people of Nanchuan to create corpses," Xie Weixing said. "This is evidence; we need to take it back."

As soon as he stood up, Tan Suiting, who was beside him, staggered and leaned against him, shaking his head.

"What's wrong?" Xie Weixing was startled. "Where do you feel unwell? Did someone hurt you? Were you poisoned?"

Tan Suiting gripped his clothes tightly, frowning and looking confused, "...I feel dizzy."

Xie Weixing blinked, his whole body trembling slightly, remembering what he had just given the Crown Prince to drink in the room.

The remaining Spirit-Inquiring Pill was added to the tea; it was colorless, odorless, and dissolved in water.

Who would dare to drug the Crown Prince of the East Sea? It would be none other than himself.

I remember now, I remember everything.

He wasn't there to hunt down suspects, to seize the ironclad evidence of Blood Moon Hall's creation of corpses, or to play Subway Parkour with people in the middle of the night.

He came to confess his feelings to Tan Suiting.

Depend on.

Xie Weixing turned around and saw a cave next to him, so he quickly helped the person inside.

A few straw mats lay scattered on the ground, piled together sparsely. He put the person down and let him lean against the soft pine grass.

Tan Suiting's cultivation level is high, and the Spirit Inquiry Pill for a Nascent Soul cultivator probably won't last long, so he needs to find out quickly.

"Um." Xie Weixing licked his lips, realizing that he had completely forgotten the opening line he had been racking his brains for half the afternoon.

He began to regret how he had scoffed at and casually swiped away a Tencent WeChat public account post in middle school titled "How to Talk to Your Boyfriend Makes Your Heart Feel Warm All Day."

People should have early relationships.

He steeled his resolve, preparing to cut to the chase: "Lord Dragon, I want to ask you what your feelings are towards me—"

"Senior brother." Tan Suiting felt dizzy and his consciousness was fading.

He had no idea where he was.

I had another dream.

He's really bad.

He kept dreaming about this kind of thing, and kept dreaming about doing this kind of thing with his senior brother.

……All right.

Anyway, I've already dreamt about it.

He swore this was the last time, and if it happened again, he would pinch himself awake. It couldn't continue.

The last time...

Tan Suiting pursed her lips gently, a hint of reminiscence mixed with her disappointment: "Kunkun, can we continue kissing?"

Xie Weixing froze, shocked, and exclaimed, "What?"

Why did you suddenly fast forward to this part, brother?

When Tan Suiting heard this, he took it as a yes.

Since it's just a dream, his senior brother can't be angry with him.

The next moment, he grasped Xie Weixing's wrist and leaned over to cover it.

Xie Weixing's back tensed up abruptly, his breath cut off, and the back of his neck was held and pressed down slightly. The little dragon's lips were cool, and they only touched for a moment before letting go, showing the clumsiness of someone who had never experienced early love.

With a look of confusion and self-abandonment in his eyes, Tan Suiting said like a small animal, "I'm broken."

Xie Weixing: ...

Brother, it seems like you've really lost your mind.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Tan Suiting stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of his lips, as if she were being coquettish. Her usually indifferent voice was now low and husky with a tremor.

"I like you, sleepy."

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A bet's a bet, and the loser has to confess their feelings to the Dragon King. The loser has to write a comment saying I'm a little pig, no cheating allowed. (Give me some electric shocks! Tomorrow I'll probably actually do some *%~ things, it's not a dream, hehe.)