Defeating Magic Chapter 11: You’re Not Going to Put Me in Charge, Are You?

Chapter 11: You’re Not Going to Put Me in Charge, Are You?

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Kiramekineko

 Thank you Wendy for the Ko-Fi!

People who deal with medicine more or less have a little bit of OCD, and Zhou Yan’s symptoms were very serious. Although at first, in order to let Luo Futu hurry to recover, he dragged him from the basement directly to the bedroom, and also let him sleep in his own bed, now it was different. Since Luo Futu can move, Zhou Yan naturally remembered one thing: he had not bathed for a long time.

No bath, and fell from the sky into the yard, was buried in the earth, and slept in the basement on that surgical bed…

…

Once Zhou Yan realized this, everything started to become gross. Even the thought of moving became difficult, and he felt his home became particularly unclean.

Zhou Yan quickly changed the sheets and covers that Luo Futu had been lying on and threw them directly into the fire and burned them to ashes, and strongly requested Luo Futu to brush himself clean, otherwise the house would not accommodate him.

Zhou Yan’s request was a bit abrupt, but Luo Futu had no reason to refuse.

After he went into the bathroom, Zhou Yan started to clean the house, and thought it would not be fine without a thorough cleaning.

However, when his cleaning was done, Luo Futu still hadn’t come out of the bathroom.

Zhou Yan roughly counted, he had been in there for more than two hours.

Is it possible that he was dizzy from soaking?

When Zhou Yan came to the door of the bathroom, he first listened, but there was no sound inside, not even the sound of water, a bit strange. Zhou Yan hesitantly knocked on the door. “Are you asleep in there?”

There was silence for a while, and just when he was thinking whether to break in and rush in to save the person, Luo Futu’s voice came out from inside: “The door is unlocked.”

Zhou Yan frowned slightly. Could this mean that he was allowed to go in? But he was taking a bath, why did he go in?

Zhou Yan did not move, then heard Luo Futu’s voice again from inside: “Come in.”

Zhou Yan heard something wrong in his voice and finally decided to go in to see. He looked closely and found Luo Futu soaking in the bathtub, and the water in the bathtub was close to spilling out.

Zhou Yan walked over. “I thought I said not to put too much water, the bathroom overflow drainage system is still under repair, it is difficult to wipe the floor clean.”

“I paid close attention, there is no overflow.”

Luo Futu’s voice came from the bathtub side, the water fog dispersed, and his figure was also revealed from behind the fog.

Zhou Yan took a look at Luo Futu and felt a sense of incongruity. Because he was surprised to have a vague thought: This person may not be so ugly.

Luo Futu had taken off the black robe, his long black hair had been tied into a ponytail from the back of his head, part of it was floating on the surface of the water, as if a spread of algae, and hot water from the shower behind him was raining down, making the surrounding fog. His hair was beautiful, and his ugly face was particularly mismatched. Luo Futu was a strange person—there were many beautiful parts of his body that did not match his face, as if they were from two people.

Luo Futu was leaning in the bathtub, and his expression did not match the content. “I can’t move my legs again.”

The content was clearly an expression of powerlessness, but he said it with a straight face.

“…Why can’t you move again?”

Luo Futu said with a cold face, “The fresh flowers are unstable, and for me in my heyday, they were harmless, but for me now, it will take some time to digest them completely.”

“The flowers are spoiled?”

“Spoiled?” Luo Futu was quite upset with Zhou Yan’s wording. “Crocus flower was originally a herb used to replenish the strength of mystics, and I used it, how could it be spoiled? The crocus flower in the north, the gloxinia flower in the east, the Guanyin vine in the west, and the cypress vine in the south are all grown for us as well. Doesn’t the government collect these things every year in exchange for food? You didn’t know that?”

He only knew that Kohl Town would grow the flowers, but he didn’t know there were so many other things.

Zhou Yan followed his words and pondered, If all these things were planted under the government’s organization in a systematic way, and all of them were specially provided for mystic medicine, then it could at least show one thing, on this world—no, on this continent—attention was very high for mystics; Luo Futu, the mystic should also be very well fed on a regular basis.

“The sun-dried crocus flowers can work steadily for the low-level mystic use and the fresh ones can be absorbed quickly, but the medicine is not stable. I’ve absorbed them now, but the effect is not yet fully released, so after a while it will be fine.”

Zhou Yan hugged his arms and looked at him. “Meaning your legs are only intermittently uncoordinated?”

Luo Futu tilted his head back slightly, seemingly helpless. “Don’t just troll me, turn off the tap first.”

Zhou Yan then remembered and went to the door to turn off the faucet—when the bathroom was built to facilitate the renovation, the hot water faucet switch was located far away from the bathtub, so you had to get out of the bathtub to turn off the switch. No wonder he didn’t get out of the bathroom for so long, he was trapped inside.

Zhou Yan saw Luo Futu was very odd and would rather soak in the water to get wrinkled skin and refused to take the initiative to call him over to help. Because of the failure to play hard to get to their own chagrin, right?

Zhou Yan thought of this and could not help but stifle a laugh, Luo Futu heard, and his face became more smelly. He glanced at Zhou Yan. “You can laugh, I will get revenge.”

Zhou Yan slightly raised his eyebrows. “You can’t get revenge on me before you wash yourself clean. I told you to use shampoo and soap to scrub hard, you scrubbed?”

Luo Futu said coldly, “I don’t need those things.”

“You don’t? Aren’t you human? If you are human, you will have epidermal keratinocyte shedding, you won’t sleep in my house unless you scrub clean.” Zhou Yan finished staring at him without expression and rolled up his sleeves. “I almost forgot, your legs are not convenient now, or I will do it for you.”

“You…” Luo Futu was speechless for a moment, and panicked when he saw that Zhou Yan seemed to really want to do something to him. He tried to stand up by holding the bathtub wall, but his legs had not yet recovered, so he only moved back slightly. Zhou Yan, holding the soap in his left hand and a brush in his right hand, stood in front of Luo Futu and looked down on him. “Stop struggling uselessly and start.”

“…” It’s scary!

For the sake of mystic dignity, Luo Futu fought hard to resist, but Zhou Yan suddenly shot out and pressed his head against the side of the bathtub. Luo Futu was pressed to tilt his head, and Zhou Yan then picked up the soap and rubbed it hard on his body.

The soap and shampoo were also homemade by Zhou Yan, very large, and not easy to get off.

“I will not have what you said… Damn it, you’ve got to be gentle!”

Zhou Yan was too fidgety for him, simply taking off his shoes and stepping on Luo Futu’s chest, pressing his side face down, holding the brush that rubs the dead skin in his hand and rubbing it hard. “Don’t you eat? You do not excrete? It’s all normal body metabolism, what are you shy about?”

“How dare you step on me with your foot…!”

Zhou Yan expressionlessly stepped on him, rubbing his chest and then the back of his neck. “Be honest and I don’t need to be rough, don’t be afraid of water like a child, the bath is not going to kill you.”

“…” Luo Futu was rubbed by him like he was taking off a layer of skin—Zhou Yan looked slender, but the strength was not small, especially on the grappling aspect. It seems to be very researched: his legs and feet are not easy, and trying to fight him was very difficult.

After Zhou Yan finished rubbing him, he poured shampoo on his head and washed Luo Futu’s long hair once again. Probably because he washed his hair quite gently, Luo Futu finally stopped struggling.

Zhou Yan was also exhausted, and when he didn’t move, he let go of the force, and the whole bathroom was filled with the scent of shampoo.

Luo Futu sat in the bathtub and stared up at Zhou Yan, who was rinsing the foam from his head with the shower, and Luo Futu was still staring at him like that.

It was strange how he could see his aggrieved expression through this ugly face, like a cat being forced to take a bath… The one who should be aggrieved was clearly himself, struggling for half a day and getting himself soaked to the skin.

Zhou Yan bristled and wrapped his arms around his neck, while inserting his fingers into Luo Futu’s hair and rubbing it gently. “Why are you staring at me like that, am I hurting you?”

“Hmph.” Luo Futu still had a hard mouth, and of course refused to say what he really thought: He looked like this, and yet reminded him of his mother.

This action was actually very intimate: Zhou Yan fixed Luo Futu’s head, with his arms around his neck. Luo Futu just needed to tilt his head, and move a little bit up, and his lips could touch Zhou Yan’s chin. But because Luo Futu refused to cooperate, the two people jumped around for a while, then also ignored the intimacy of the matter.

Zhou Yan’s attention was elsewhere, and after rubbing Luo Futu all over, he realized that what he had just said did not seem to be nonsense, but Zhou Yan still thought that a good bath was very necessary. Luo Futu’s skin was very pale, steamed by hot water for so long, finally through a little blood, rubbed off the skin flakes, he used a brush to brush out a few red marks, as if he was tortured.

Zhou Yan felt a little guilty inside, but at last he was clean.

Zhou Yan let go of his neck, and Luo Futu frowned in dissatisfaction and suddenly flicked his hand underwater, splashing water on Zhou Yan’s face. “I will remember how you treated me.”

Zhou Yan glanced at him and raised his hand to wipe the water off his face. “Childish.”

He drew the towel next to him and put it on Luo Futu’s head. “Wipe it yourself.”

Luo Futu pressed his hair and rubbed a few times with the towel, the water suddenly clattered, his knees rose from the water,and Luo Futu gave Zhou Yan a glance, puzzled. “I seem to be able to move again.”

Zhou Yan couldn’t help but snicker. “Why don’t you soak it for a little longer? Maybe it’ll heal in another two hours.”

He intended to pack up his things and leave the bathroom, but when he looked down, he suddenly found that Luo Futu’s jaw position seemed to have small pieces of skin flakes, Zhou Yan subconsciously reached out his hand and flicked it on the upturned skin. “Wait a minute, what is this…”

However, before he could say anything, Luo Futu’s whole face suddenly loosened up and then fell off with a bang, smashing heavily into the pool of bath water. The splashing hot water hit Zhou Yan’s face, but he didn’t bother to wipe it, he just stared at Luo Futu’s face and opened his eyes wide. His face… His face was rubbed off by himself?

This thought lasted for only a second, and Zhou Yan quickly realized that what had just fallen into the water was the mask Luo Futu was wearing, the face he usually used to show to the public, while the face under his mask was his real face.

He had been completely exposed.

How to describe it? I can only say that he is too good looking… No, it should be voluptuous. Luo Futu bones were not feminine, the jawline was angular, the outline was sharp and harsh, but the skin was so gaudy, the lips were red and white, thick and bright, especially a pair of eyes, clear and demonic, the eyelashes were slightly transparent amber.

Zhou Yan dared to swear that he was one of the most outstanding looks he had ever seen in his life: dropping his eyes, he was a charming male vixen, but raising his eyes was a clear and noble king who was angry.

“…”

“…”

The two people were silenced by this sudden surprise, they looked at each other for a while before Zhou Yan calmly spoke. “You don’t have the setting of me needing to be responsible for you when I see your true face, right?”

Zhou Yan was surprised but also not particularly surprised: how could anyone be ugly like that? What he did not understand was why Luo Futu would deliberately make himself so ugly. He suddenly remembered that in many literary readings there seems to be this setting: the woman who always covers her face with a black veil actually looks heavenly, and once someone sees the real face underneath the veil, either someone has to marry her or kill the other person.

…I hope Luo Futu is not so boring.

I didn’t expect Luo Futu to be very calm, he picked up the mask that had fallen into the water, gently squeezed it and sighed. “I almost forgot, this face was attached to my face with a spell, and now my power is sealed and soaked in water, it fell off.”

Zhou Yan glanced at the thin, pinched mask in his hand. While playing with his own face can be so energetic: perverted.

“I thought you were really oblivious to any appearance, but you still have a reaction.”

If I’m not mistaken, he did just show a stunned expression, as many people do when they see his real face.

Zhou Yan turned away from him and bent down to clean up his tools, still mocking, “It’s really the first time I’ve seen someone with two faces.”

Luo Futu smoothed his hair behind his head. “It’s interesting… To see the real face is to be responsible… This statement, where did you hear it?”

So he heard it?

Zhou Yan didn’t answer, and Luo Futu became more and more aggressive. “But so what? Can you still lose?”

Luo Futu smiled a little bit unkindly, and when he saw Zhou Yan ignoring him, he said, “Oh—so eager to clear up, it’s not because of your little boyfriend, right?”

Zhou Yan did not bother to explain, only sneered.

Luo Futu was just about to say something when he suddenly smelled a slightly sweet, burning incense scent wafting out of the moist water in the bathroom. He was unable to identify whether it was sandalwood or some other thread of incense. “Boo.”

He whispered, “…I’m afraid it will be me who will be responsible.”

“Hmm?”

Zhou Yan did not hear clearly, subconsciously turned back, and the next second, his wrist was tugged by Luo Futu, and the whole person was pulled into the bathtub. Zhou Yan reflexively got out of the hot water, but saw Luo Futu’s very beautiful face in the bottom of his eyes with infinite magnification.

Zhou Yan was firmly trapped between the wall of the bathtub and his body, and the hot water spread over Zhou Yan’s body and kept pouring in through his collar. He was just about to get mad, but Luo Futu cupped his chin. He came over and sniffed as if to confirm, and his gorgeous voice sounded like a snake, crawling up against the skin of Zhou Yan’s neck: “You’re actually an omega?”