Defeating Magic Chapter 38: You’re in Estrus?

Chapter 38: You’re in Estrus?

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Mimosa

Zhou Yan enjoyed watching the quenching process, where red metal was thrown into the water and slowly lifted out of the liquid to become a shiny, sharp weapon. The mecha’s exoskeleton materials required particularly high quenching temperatures, which were not met by ordinary cold water, but by liquid nitrogen, which produced a frostbite effect to make the exoskeleton tough and rigid. This was a quenching process, but also a selection process, because only the metal that could withstand the quenching of liquid nitrogen could meet the hardness requirements for the production of a mecha.

Liquid nitrogen, how could he get liquid nitrogen….

Zhou Yan slept thinking about work: one, because he really wanted to work; two, because he did not want to continue thinking about Luo Futu.

Zhou Yan slept very lightly and dreamed constantly. He tried to control his dreams, but Zhou Yan was having trouble with himself, and when he was having trouble, he had strange dreams. For example, he thought he had to get a generator first to have liquid nitrogen, and then he dreamed that he pulled open the refrigerator door and saw Luo Futu’s cold head doused with liquid nitrogen, smiling at him.

….

This was a funny nightmare.

Zhou Yan simply opened his eyes and got up from the bed. Luo Futu was sleeping next to him, and when he heard his voice, he asked, “You’re not sleeping longer?”

Zhou Yan tiredly covered his face with his hands. “No.” There was a rustling of clothes in the darkness beside him, and Zhou Yan knew Luo Futu was up. He felt a little sorry. “I haven’t slept well lately, and I’ve been disturbing your rest.”

Luo Futu laughed in his heart, and did not tell Zhou Yan that he actually did not need to sleep at all.

A mystic of his level, in fact, could not eat or sleep, and would not be tired or hungry. Since his spiritual power had not recovered, he only needed to eat. Recently, the hungry feeling gradually disappeared, but he felt that eating with Zhou Yan was interesting, and thus, eating had become a reserved program.

Luo Futu now spent most of the time just waiting around Zhou Yan, like a hungry wolf waiting for prey to get worn down, and waiting for the opportunity to pounce. He was waiting for Zhou Yan to enter the estrus stage, as it was convenient to know ahead of time.

Luo Futu had seen the luggage Zhou Yan prepared when he went out this time, there were no magical syringes in it, and even if there were before, they were gone now. When they were hiding from the Lurian, most of the luggage fell off the cliff—including the paper that Zhou Yan originally intended to take to the bookstore to exchange. The unexpected appearance of the monster at this time left Zhou Yan with no time to think about anything else, and he probably forgot long ago that he no longer had those “inhibitors”.

Zhou Yan heard a crisp crashing sound, and attention was then drawn by a wonderful smell of meat that was rich and inviting, as if it had been cooked for hours in an old marinade soup with a small slowly frying stew.

Zhou Yan’s eyes widened in surprise. Luo Futu lightly snapped his fingers, and some broken stars began to fall mid-air, like meteoric flowers and fires, lighting up his eyes. Zhou Yan saw Luo Futu holding a round casserole in his hand and smelled the aroma of meat wafting out from inside the dish.

….

Where did this man get a pot of meat from in the middle of the night? How strange!

Zhou Yan looked at him and didn’t know what to say, but Luo Futu put the casserole between them and said calmly, “Do you want to eat some together?”

Zhou Yan looked at the steaming pot of stewed meat, never imagining that this pot of meat was actually from Mu Lian holding a machete in the middle of the night as she rushed into the home of the nearest lamb farmer and forced him to get up. Zhou Yan only knew that he wanted to eat this pot of meat now.

Zhou Yan stared at the casserole and swallowed expressionlessly. “This is not appropriate, no one has to eat, we can not hide in the room after stealing food.”

Luo Futu heard this and subconsciously frowned. As he was just about to persuade him, he heard him say, “Let’s go to the back of the mountain to eat.”

Luo Futu saw Zhou Yan move very quickly to get up from the bed and was almost amused by him, so he picked up the casserole and followed Zhou Yan out of bed. The two of them secretly climbed up to the back of the mountain in the middle of the night.

“I thought you would say that everyone had nothing to eat, and you were determined not to eat.”

Zhou Yan sat on the hillside with his knees propped up, picked up a leg of lamb with bones that he stuffed it into his mouth. The way he tore into the lamb was not civilized, and if appetite was a desire, Zhou Yan’s actions alone would have made him seem like an indulger. In this case, his eyes remained indifferent. He was clearly eating out of will, but acted as if he only wanted to complete the task, and it was not clear whether he wanted to eat or not. These two extremes of emotion were present in one person at the same time. Luo Futu then thought, He was like this only to himself.

“Why not eat? You served it to me. Not eating it is a waste. We can not eat in the house, as the smell would be a bad influence.”

There were already people inside the mining plant who were not used to him, if he was found eating alone again, how else could he lead everyone to properly work?

Luo Futu smiled and gave him a look, then suddenly put his hands behind his head as he lay down on his back on the hillside. The temperature had warmed up recently, and the snow on the slope had melted, revealing the dry turf buried under the snowflakes, which was still very soft when he lay on it. “Why don’t you eat?”

Luo Futu looked at him. “You eat too well; watching you eat makes me full.”

Zhou Yan suddenly looked at him sideways. “Are you saying that I look ugly?”

Luo Futu smiled and tilted his head, propping one hand on the side of his ear. “Why do you always think badly of people?”

Zhou Yan didn’t comment on this, and silently ate all the rest of the meat, leaving no soup for him. “Then don’t blame me for eating alone.”

Luo Futu did not object to this, because his spiritual power had been restored, so he naturally did not need to eat anymore, and the pot of lamb was originally prepared for Zhou Yan.

However, after Zhou Yan had eaten the lamb, he suddenly sighed deeply, and Luo Futu asked suspiciously, “What? Still not full?”

“No, I thought of a problem. Hardening the mecha exoskeleton is best when using liquid nitrogen quenching, so as to achieve the purpose of the choice of metal, but I do not have liquid nitrogen.”

Did he have to build a machine that specializes in pressurizing liquefied air?

Luo Futu couldn’t understand the string of words that came out of his mouth. “What is liquid nitrogen? How do you get it?”

Zhou Yan muttered, “To pressurize and liquefy the air…. It’s applying enough pressure to a section of gas to turn it into a liquid.”

As he said this, he suddenly remembered Luo Futu’s comment that he could turn birds’ cries into collectibles, and had a sudden thought, wondering if he could easily achieve his goal by relying on mystic power. “Can you do it?”

Zhou Yan stared at him for a while and suddenly came closer. “You can do it, right? Mystic power can even transcend time and space, what’s a little amount of high pressure, you can definitely do it! Come on, try it!”

Luo Futu saw his face full of an excited expression, much more vivid than his usual cold look; he wondered if this was considered a beauty trick in the face-palsy world.

Luo Futu had been with Zhou Yan for so long that one of the fastest things he learned was to swallow his yin and yang, so although he thought that in his heart, his mouth didn’t say it. He sighed deeply and opened his hand to the void and grabbed it. “I can try, but I don’t agree with you that air can be compressed into liquid. At best, water can be condensed into droplets, right?”

The moment Luo Futu opened his hand, Zhou Yan obviously felt a subtle fluctuation. He subconsciously pulled Luo Futu’s arm, frowning. “Wait a minute.”

“What?”

“You…. Now the body has not recovered yet, first get a little air to try, if it is not successful then we can think of another way.”

Luo Futu looked at him, and felt irony in his heart. Every time Zhou Yan cared for him, he would feel a warm current rushing straight into his heart, that then turned into a stronger warm current straight towards three inches below the navel. He was so moved.

So Luo Futu honestly expressed his feelings, “If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to control the urge to fuck you.”

“….” Zhou Yan coldly and fiercely let go of his hand and stared at him; he swore that he would be a fool to care about him again in this life. This time it was a blunder, entirely because Luo Futu threw himself at him. Surprisingly, he brought him hot pot, making him have a moment of weakness, and he almost fell into his path.

Luo Futu looked at him and laughed lightly while gently clenching five fingers. “Watch.”

Luo Futu said that there was no guarantee of success. In his heart, he was very strong. He must meet Zhou Yan’s request. Even if he has never tried before, he wanted to show that he was very skilled. Who did not want to see an expressionless face show the surprise of the world?

Luo Futu finished, and a round drop of liquid suddenly appeared in his palm, rotating at a high speed. Zhou Yan slightly widened his eyes. He saw that this drop of liquid was not completely liquid. Inside the rotating spherical droplets, there was a part that was gas. That’s right, what liquefied first was oxygen, and it then continued to be pressurized in order to liquefy the nitrogen.

“…. Harder!”

Luo Futu saw such an expression on his face, and he understood that he did the right thing, so he squeezed heavily, and the substance that occupied half of the sphere also turned into liquid within the naked eye. This small ball shone beautifully with a silvery glow.

However, it was not as beautiful as the light in Zhou Yan’s eyes.

After Luo Futu recovered his spiritual power, he deliberately showed his fancy abilities in front of Zhou Yan, what “a page of starry sky”, what “the sky is full of flowers and fire”…. Looking at Zhou Yan’s appearance, it seemed that those two spells were like lighting tools.

He was very fond of this insignificant ball in his hand.

Luo Futu slightly raised one eyebrow. In fact, this was not bad. Zhou Yan liked things that were easy to get. A pot of lamb or an air ball that could be made without much effort would make him very happy.

…. This sums it up, and suddenly he felt that the things Zhou Yan was interested in were a bit strange again. It doesn’t matter, who would care about such small details?

Luo Futu naturally didn’t feel that he was trying to please him, he just…. Well…. He thought it was interesting.

Zhou Yan took the small ball of liquid oxygen and liquid nitrogen from Luo Futu’s hand. The air ball left Luo Futu’s hand and began to vaporize rapidly, and Zhou Yan’s fingertips felt a trace of coolness.

This was amazing, he felt for the first time… that a mystic was amazing. They could actually create liquid nitrogen with their bare hands.

Luo Futu stared at him from the side as he hooked his lips and asked, “How about it? Is it a success?”

Zhou Yan looked at him approvingly. “Very successful.”

Luo Futu then advanced. “So is there any reward?”

Zhou Yan immediately changed into his cold face. “No.”

He was used to Zhou Yan’s indifference, and he didn’t care.

Luo Futu was still cautious, suddenly remembering that today at the hot spring, Sun Tian’s group of bastards poisoned Zhou Yan. He curved his eyes to look at Zhou Yan. “Do you know why you lost consciousness in the hot spring today?”

Zhou Yan looked at him suspiciously. “What do you want to say?”

“Sun Tian’s group has poisoned you with a plant named drunken grass. Dried and ground into powder, then blown into the mouth and nose, this stuff will present an illusion of drunkenness.”

Zhou Yan then remembered the scene when he came to his senses and found himself sitting naked in Luo Futu’s arms and subconsciously frowned. Luo Futu continued, “I was holding you in the hot spring in order to detoxify you—the poison of the drunken grass can be removed by soaking in hot water for a while—not to take advantage of you.”

“…. You don’t say that last sentence with much credibility.”

Luo Futu smiled faintly. “Hum, do not worry, I will go to clean them up for you. Anyway, that Sun Tian always defies you, I have long seen him unhappy.”

“No.” Zhou Yan gave him a disapproving look and twiddled his fingers. “Violence can make people fear, but it can’t make them submit. I’ll handle it myself.”

Luo Futu nodded thoughtfully before getting up from the ground. “That’s fine, then I’ll put a curse on him.”

“…. Hey!”

Does this person not understand human language?

“I thought I said I didn’t care!”

Luo Futu smiled and turned around, his eyes a little cold. “This is my punishment, not yours. Of course, you can also stop me in other ways, for example, by attaching an agreement.”

“….”

“But the additional agreement seems to be expired, and it has been expired for a long time, it is time to renew the contract.”

I knew this guy had an ulterior motive! He stared at Luo Futu for a long time, but the latter sat down next to him and came closer and closer, as if he was a pet snake waiting to be fed with its mouth wide open and ready to eat. Zhou Yan poked his forehead and turned his face slightly sideways. “I just ate lamb, my mouth is full of stinkiness, doesn’t the high priest mind?”

Luo Futu heard him deliberately call himself the high priest, and the warm current of emotion began to rush down again. He liked this look of Zhou Yan, pretending to be indifferent, as if he was being forced…. The more he did this, the more excited he became.

Zhou Yan thought he had succeeded in dealing with Luo Futu, but suddenly he was hugged by him, only to hear Luo Futu gasp and come up to his ear. “Say ‘high priest’ again.”

Zhou Yan pushed his face. “You pervert….”

Zhou Yan just said this, and his voice suddenly broke. Luo Futu was surprisingly slower than his reaction by half a beat, and when Zhou Yan panicked to cover the back of his neck, Luo Futu only reacted then.

“The smell of your pheromone…. You’re in estrus?”