Defeating Magic Chapter 37: “Is this a time of need?”

Chapter 37: “Is this a time of need?”

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Mimosa

Luo Futu could not help but swallow his saliva. The hand holding on Zhou Yan’s back stroked upward along his spine, holding him tightly in his arms. He was about to lower his head, but was held tightly by Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan’s whole body tightened onto him like an octopus, and his lips and teeth bit down even harder. Luo Futu’s Adam’s apple slid up and down when he swallowed, which displeased Zhou Yan, causing him to bite harder.

Luo Futu felt that if he was not a mystic, he might really have bitten off a piece. He held the back of Zhou Yan’s head on the edge of the hot spring pool before haphazardly ripping the black veil off his eyes. He then cupped Zhou Yan’s jaw and lowered his head to kiss him fiercely on the lips.

Zhou Yan then opened his mouth to take the tip of his tongue, like a baby greedily sucking everything that came to his mouth. Like a fish in water, Luo Futu pressed Zhou Yan into his mouth and began to attack.

“Mmm….” Zhou Yan seemed to like kissing a little hard and humming. Luo Futu pressed on his waist in order to kiss him again, but he ended up hearing a small and muddled something.

“Mutton…. Pot roast with extra vermicelli….”

Luo Futu nibbled on his lips, and after hearing Zhou Yan’s words, he couldn’t help but let out a stifled laugh. It seems that these days of hardship have really scared him, and he really wanted to eat meat. Luo Futu wanted to take him back to the hotel for a few days, but he also refused, holding on as if he was fighting with someone.

Could it be with himself? Since he had never complained about the food here, Zhou Yan held on and didn’t complain at all. Luo Futu touched Zhou Yan’s body and felt as if he had really lost a lot of weight.

Zhou Yan did not have to sober up, but he did not have the smell of pheromone, clear and light, only his cold face and his slightly open mouth were gasping for air, showing a very drunk look.

The dense water vapor in the hot spring evaporated out, hiding his face.

Luo Futu lowered his eyes, and his eyes slid down sluggishly, sweeping Zhou Yan’s face from top to bottom, as if he was holding back some unbearable impulse.

The flush on Zhou Yan’s face was even more pronounced than it was a moment ago, and it was clearly not normal.

Luo Futu was sure that Zhou Yan really did not drink. Zhou Yan did not drink crazily and was not the kind of person to be “one cup down the chicken”, nor was he a “thousand-glasses-of-drunkenness wine fairy”. According to his capacity to get drunk, it would take at least two pots for him to be like this. In this kind of place, it was difficult to eat something good which had a surplus for him to drink.

Luo Futu touched the gland on the back of Zhou Yan’s neck, and the other did not resist. He squeezed Zhou Yan’s wrist again to feel his pulse. The pulse point pressed by the fingertips was beating fast. Luo Futu couldn’t help but frown a little, and went to his heart to listen to it where he also heard an abnormal pounding.

In this case, there seemed to be only one possibility, and that was: the poison of drunken grass.

Drunken grass was a spiritual plant, and the effect of the toxin was fast, but staggering. Just a little bit could quickly cause an effect. The poisoned person would appear in a drunken state, with an accelerated heartbeat. If it was serious, they would even lose consciousness later, as if they died of drunkenness. However, this poison was not fatal, and the antidote was also very simple: soak in hot water for a while.

Fortunately, he came to the hot spring today…. But when exactly did he get poisoned? Luo Futu ate and slept with Zhou Yan every day in order to avoid alphas, so if he was poisoned, he would have been too. He suddenly remembered the group they met on the way to the hot spring. Could it be that they were poisoned then? If so, it means that those who poisoned Zhou Yan did not want his life, but wanted to make a fool of him.

This group of people were really bold….

Luo Futu took a deep breath and pulled him up. Zhou Yan then pressed himself against him again, making it very difficult for the man who was still awake to be in such a skin-to-skin state.

Luo Futu held Zhou Yan and slipped inside the hot spring. His long hair floated on the surface of the water and tangled around the person wrapped in his arms. Zhou Yan then felt very hot around his body, and was unable to say if he was comfortable or uncomfortable. Although he wanted to try to break free, he was too lazy to move.

Luo Futu gently stroked Zhou Yan’s hair behind his ear and asked in a somewhat hoarse voice, “Is this a time of need?”

Zhou Yan could only vaguely hear his voice, not really distinguishing the meaning of the other party’s words. He was silent for a long time before saying, “More chili vinegar.”

His desire at this time was completely occupied by appetite, and in addition to wanting to eat mutton pot, he had no ideas. Luo Futu, who was both amused and angry, fiercely pressed against Zhou Yan’s waist to let him sit on his lap. He simply wanted to put him to sleep, and anyway, he personally granted himself the priority to have him. In this situation, according to normal understanding, this was his initiative to give himself to him, so why wait until he was in his estrus period?

Luo Futu frowned, pinched Zhou Yan’s face, pecked his lips a few times, and then bit down hard. Zhou Yan was very unhappy when he softly uttered a sound as Luo Futu did this again and slowly licked his lips.

“Hee hee….”

The woman’s laughter suddenly came from overhead, and Luo Futu reacted very quickly. He used a handful of black gauze robes that were floating on the surface of the water to wrap up Zhou Yan.

Luo Futu looked up with a cold face. Clearly a boundary had been made with spiritual power, in this case, clearly no one should still be able to see what was happening behind this screen, how can there be a human voice?

“The high priest need not be annoyed, this servant did not see anything.”

Luo Futu’s expression relaxed when he heard the person’s voice. “Why are you here?”

The person who came landed lightly behind the screen, and a slender figure came through the screen subtly. “I was thinking about the high priest, so I searched for a long time before I found out the news nearby. I naturally followed you here.”

The woman was leaning on the screen, hooking a strand of black hair in front of her chest and slowly twisting it with her fingers. Looking at her silhouette, anyone would feel her style.

“I happened to pass by Assolo, I wanted to see the high priest and then leave, but I did not expect the street to be full of black flags replaced by white flags. I was shocked. When I asked, I learned that the high priest had already died….” She said and sobbed, “Poor servant, the right protector who was sent away, lost her spiritual master to death and became a floating leaf with no place to return.”

The woman’s name was Mu Lian, the right protector of Luo Futu, and the “Assolo” she mentioned was the capital of the Zedoary Continent. The so-called “black flag and white flag” was about the flag of their Witch Spirit being replaced by the flag of the Holy Spirit. When Luo Futu heard the woman say that he was dead, he knew that she was mocking him and perhaps resenting him for not watching over the Witch Spirit’s territory.

Luo Futu did not want to talk to her more, and directly interrupted Mu Lian’s words, “Do not talk in a shady way. It’s annoying.”

Mu Lian almost laughed out loud—who did not know that the Taoist high priest was the most yin and yang, and now he actually had the nerve to say that she was yin and yang. It was like a thief shouting to catch another thief. However, she did not dare to say it directly, for fear of being beaten.

Mu Lian suddenly sighed. “High priest, you are not sick, right?”

“Bring out any elixir, you have to wait for me to answer.”

Soon, a small bottle was thrown over from the screen, Luo Futu raised his hand to catch it, and heard Mu Lian say, “I wanted to take it out, but as soon as I came here, I broke the high priest’s affair, so I was afraid you would blame me again, so I hesitated for a while.”

Luo Futu opened the small bottle, poured out a bright green pill into his mouth that he swallowed directly before he opened his eyes. His eyes showing the faint green fluorescence looked a little scary.

Mu Lian was playing with her hair outside, listening to the noises on the other side of the screen, and could not help but ask again, “What else do you want?”

Luo Futu then said, “You go and get the left protector back.”

Mu Lian was not very happy, even forgetting the salutation. “What about you?”

“I have other things to do here.”

“Hmph, something…. It’s a voluptuous matter, right? I want to take my servant title back and take the life of that thief, Thomas, but I have to go to the left protector. At least arrange some important tasks, this servant is not happy.”

Although Mu Lian looked like a delicate girl, she was also a real alpha that was powerful, but the left protector was very bad.

Luo Futu also knew that these two were not right, but he pretended not to know. In any case, these two people would not dare to do it in front of him.

“I have my own ideas about this matter, and it will not take many days to get back. Oh, speaking of which, I remembered a more important thing. You should buy a lamb hot pot and bring it back to me.”

Mu Lian’s shrewd and beautiful face suddenly had a trace of confusion. “Lamb hot pot? What is hot pot?”

Luo Futu stroked his chin in thought. “Stewed lamb, vinegar and chili, vermicelli…. Maybe add some vegetables that can be stewed until soft…. Anyway, stew it all in one pot.”

He’d heard Zhou Yan muttering about how to make lamb hot pot and assumed that’s how it was supposed to be.

“….”

If not for the fact that Luo Futu was her spiritual master, Mu Lian would certainly ask the high Priest if his head was scrambled. Isn’t that something that only yong would eat? Why would a mystic eat something other than spiritual plants?

Mu Lian had not yet figured it out, and Luo Futu urged, “Remember? Don’t forget, and come back before dawn.”

Mu Lian pursed her lips. “This servant remembers. This one will go to find the lamb hot pot~”

After she finished, Luo Futu suddenly heard a weak and hoarse voice from within his arms say, “Lamb hot pot….”

Luo Futu subconsciously looked towards the outside and whispered, “Disappear.”

Whoosh—

While visible to the naked eye, the charming black shadow across the screen disappeared into thin air, as if no one had ever stood there. Luo Futu looked down and saw Zhou Yan shaking his head in his arms before slowly opening his eyes and keeping his head up to look at him.

However, Zhou Yan was obviously still a bit confused, and did not realize his current situation. Luo Futu slightly raised his eyebrows and kissed his lips. His originally hesitant movements also became very bold and unrestrained.

Now that he had regained consciousness, he didn’t have to be polite to him.

This bastard had been teasing him for so long without any consciousness, so he couldn’t pay him nothing….

“What are you doing?” Zhou Yan finally regained consciousness, and his first reaction was to push him away and give him two big slaps on the ear.

Luo Futu had a very innocent look on his face. “I’m responding to your invitation.”

“…. When did I invite you?” He asked as he broke away from Luo Futu’s embrace and crawled to the shore. He found himself still wrapped in his black robe and felt even more strange. “What’s going on here?”

Luo Futu narrowed his eyes and swam to the edge of the hot spring, tilting his head to look at Zhou Yan. “I knew you would deny it. Look, the evidence you left on my body.”

He finished pointing to the red mark on his throat that was bitten and complained to him, but Zhou Yan only looked at it and immediately turned to the other side. “Fake. It’s a bug bite.”

“….” He never thought that he would play that trick.

Zhou Yan crawled to the shore, looking for his own clothes to put on. He was cold throughout, seemingly very calm, but in fact, some fear was in his heart—although his consciousness was blurred just now and he did not feel anything, he vaguely seemed to feel… the mark on Luo Futu’s neck. The outer ring had teeth marks, and biting him hard there did seem to make sense.

…. Without hard evidence, he would not admit it.

Luo Futu watched Zhou Yan walk away and smiled as he jumped up from the hot spring with his hand on the bank. Zhou Yan’s glands turned red: he was lying again. Well, just give him another account since he would like to see, he can owe him a few times.