The Return of The Lord God

by Usui Takumii

not mine, wattpad, by alrightnevermind, and knoxt. Beware Bl. Total:317 cps.

5. 22 to 27

Arc 2.5 [Chapter 22]

Bai Lixin leisurely propped up the cane and stood up, revealing a beautifully proportioned body. Although Su Ruo and Su Qing were similar in appearance, their bodies were very different.

Su Ruo had not exercised for years, so his body was fair and soft, with hardly any muscles visible. But Su Qing was just the opposite; his body was perfectly toned because he danced all the time. His lower abdomen was lined with six small, shallow abdominal muscles, which were not obtrusive but extremely sexy.

His long, slender arms were even tighter and well-proportioned, without a trace of fat or unicorn arms, and his wheat-coloured skin was healthy and dynamic. This teenager was like a black panther, athletic and full of power.

Qu Yasong was indifferent but not an idiot, and if he couldn't see the problem at this point, it would only mean that there was something wrong with him.

For the first time, a crack appeared on Qu Yasong's always indifferent face: "You're not Su Ruo, who are you? And your leg is injured? " Qu Yasong asked as he glanced at Bai Lixin's leg that was in a cast.

Bai Lixin raised his eyebrows, propped up his crutches and came to Qu Yasong, pressing close to his body, saying, "Thanks to me walking around in front of you for so long, you actually just noticed that I have an injury on my leg. I'm so sad. "

No one had ever been so close to him before, and Qu Yasong's breath hitched and he looked at Bai Lixin, dazed.

Bai Lixin had never seen such a cute expression on Luo Qintian's face before, so he laughed and leaned over to give Qu Yasong a kiss on the cheek.

After teasing Qu Yazong, Bai Lixin was in a good mood, and he was able to shake off the anxious mood he'd been carrying for the past few days and happily walked back to the modelling platform.

Qu Yasong had been completely dumbfounded. He reached out and gently brushed his hand over the spot where he had been kissed. The hot, moist breath still seemed to linger on his face.

Although he had built the university, he hardly taught at all. He buried himself in his studio all day and rarely interacted with the outside world, leaving everything to the acting principal.

The reason he returned to China was that he could not stand the constant international exchanges and also because his creative inspiration had diminished.

It can be said that Qu Yasong was a very pure person, as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Seeing the confused expression on the 1.9-meter-tall Qu Yasong, Bai Lixin simply sat down on the edge of the modelling platform, his plastered left leg casually resting on his right leg. He rested his elbow on his leg with one hand propping up his cheek, looking at Qu Yasong calmly, not mincing words in praise, "You look like an angel."

At Bai Lixin's praise, Qu Yasong, who had always been calm, blushed. He put away his brush in embarrassment and looked at Su Qing with a complicated expression, "Who are you?"

Bai Lixin changed his hand to support his head, the flat abs faintly showing, sexy and provocative, "I am Su Ruo's younger brother, Su Qing. Of course, I have a name: Bai Lixin. You can call me Xiao Xin. Calling me 'darling' or 'baby' is also fine. "

Another suspicious blush appeared on Qu Yasong's handsome, peerless face. "Xiao Xin, what about your brother?"

Bai Lixin laughed, "Oh, him. My boyfriend stated that he is having problems in country S and asked him to accompany him to assist. So for the next two months, I'll be taking his place in class for the time being. I don't suppose you'll expose me, Chairman Qu? "

Qu Yasong froze, "You have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, and a big, handsome one too." Bai Lixin smiled and rubbed his chin.

"Then why did you have to..." Qu Yasong frowned, his voice unconsciously lowered.

Bai Lixin looked at the beautiful Qu Yasong with a fascinated expression in his eyes and said, "Because you are just too beautiful."

The well-bred Qu Yasong pursed his lips and frowned at Bai Lixin. He could not swear, but in his heart, he could not help but say, "Scum."

"Please get out. You're not welcome here. I don't need you to do any modelling either. I'll help pay for Su Ruo's school fees. "

"Su Ruo has always been a good boy with good character and a good education. I hope you won't cause him any trouble in these two months." He lowered his voice and coldly gave his expulsion order.

Bai Lixin sniffed and instantly lowered his head, "Well then, everyone has a love for beauty; I'm just expressing it. Why are you so angry? "

Qu Yasong's face was gloomy as he coldly watched Bai Lixin get dressed. Deep in his heart, a voice silently retorted Bai Lixin's words: "I'm not angry because you kissed me, I'm angry because I heard you have a boyfriend."

Bai Lixin finished dressing and stopped buttoning his shirt to the third button, revealing a large area of wheat-coloured skin on his chest. Qu Yasong couldn't help frowning again. "The school requires you to dress neatly and fasten your buttons."

Bai Lixin pursed his lips, but did as he was told and buttoned it up to the top before waving his hand, "I'll be off then. Bye angel."

Qu Yasuo watched Bai Lixin leave before getting up and locking the door to the drawing-room from the inside.

He rubbed his frantically beating chest. The tyrannical elements all over his body were screaming madly. If the young man hadn't gotten out in time, his other personality would have jumped out and devoured him.1

Bai Lixin walked down the corridor and put away the frivolous expression he had just had, [s419m, is he the fragment of the Lord God's soul you are looking for?]

[It appears to be and appears not to be. The false sub-gods wrapped a boundary around the Lord God's soul fragment, so I can't tell if he is the fragment at all. But strangely enough, I just scanned two souls inside his body.]

Bai Lixin paused on his feet and continued on his way again: [Two souls?]

s419m's voice rang out in his head again, [Yes, two souls. And two opposing souls. They were just now pulling for the use of Qu Yasong's body.]1

Bai Lixin thought for a moment and asked, [Then have you scanned the spiritual power of that soul just now?]

[I scanned it; it's A-rank too.]

Bai Lixin stopped and frowned: [You mean that there could be two Lord God soul fragments in this world?]

[It's possible, but I'm not sure. This requires your own experimentation, Lord-Host.]

My own experimentation?

Bai Lixin rolled his eyes.

"How do you want me to experiment?" He complained at s419m's bad idea and couldn't help but think of yesterday's experience.

After the negotiation with s419m yesterday, Bai Lixin proposed to take a look at the soul fragment of the Lord God, and s419m was in a difficult position: [Lord host, not showing it to you is not to hide it from you, but to protect you. Although this is only a fragment of the Lord God's soul, it contains enough power to destroy countless worlds, not to mention you, who are in the middle of one.]

But Bai Lixin insisted on seeing it. If the Lord God's soul fragment was truly the soul of his beloved, then it would never harm him.

S419m refused repeatedly, and only when Bai Lixin threatened him with a strike did S419m hesitatingly offer up the Lord God's Soul box.

Bai Lixin pulled his soul out of his physical body and followed s419m's guidance through the dark nothingness to the Lord God's Soul Box.

The Soul Box slowly opened its lid, and then a pale blue, fire-like object rose from the box.

The light blue flame rose to the top of the box and then stayed there. As Bai Lixin stared at it, a wave of familiarity came over him. It seemed to him that the fire had a warm glow around it, and although it had no eyes, Bai Lixin felt that it was looking back at him gently.

Surprised, he slowly tried to reach for the blue fire. But the blue fire pulsed a few times, and then abruptly flew to Bai Lixin, touching him gently with its warmth before flying back into the box.

As soon as the Lord God's soul fragment returned to the soul box, it closed with a sound and disappeared into the dark void.

S419m tsked, [Oh my, Lord Host, you are indeed the destined one. The Lord God did not actually attack you.]

Bai Lixin reached out and caressed the cheek that the fire had touched. The warmth still lingered there, and the familiar feeling made his whole heart beat wildly.

He coughed twice and asked indifferently: [Does this Lord God have a name?]

S419m breathed a sigh of relief, [There is, but the Lord God's name is not something we can just shout out.]

Bai Lixin rolled his eyes and said, [If you don't dare to say it, then fucking write it down for me.]

S419m's voice was silent for a while, and just when Bai Lixin was getting a little impatient, in the dark void, two big golden words slowly emerged: Di Jia.

Bai Lixin smiled. It turned out that his lover's name was Di Jia.

Yesterday he touched his lover's soul, so he felt somewhat familiar with it. Bai Lixin himself is a soul traverser, so he can feel a person's soul by touching their physical body. Every soul is different and better recognizable than a human face.

That's why he tested Qu Yasong's soul through a kiss, and indeed, the feeling of his lover was there.

Can one body share two souls? If the other soul attribute was also an A-rank, was it also a fragment of Di Jia's soul?

If both souls were fragments of Di Jia's soul, why had they not fused? And why were they mutually exclusive?

This series of questions lingered in Bai Lixin's mind, and he was puzzled by them.

[The first thing you need to do is fix your leg. Bai Lixin's thoughts were interrupted by S419m, who asked, [And do you want to boost your physical attributes right away?]

[Save the leg ailment for later; the body attribute will be upgraded to B-rank when I return home.] Bai Lixin returned, [How can I pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger when my leg is healed.]

Di Jia's soul fragment had kissed him, and thinking about Qu Yasong, who had been kissed by him, Bai Lixin happily limped home with his crutches.

The next day, after school, Bai Lixin felt his way to Qu Yasong's drawing-room again, but Qu Yasong had locked the door from inside.

Bai Lixin stood outside the door and called twice, but when no one opened the door, he grunted and threatened, "I know you're in there. If you don't open the door, I'll expose your relationship with Su Ruo! I'll tell everyone that you're a teacher, but you're having an incestuous affair with a student of your own school and...! "

Hooligans are not to be feared, but they are to be feared when they are cultured. When a scholar meets a soldier, even if he has a point, it is in vain.1

Before Bai Lixin could finish his sentence, the door opened from the inside with a bang.

"Come in quickly," Qu Yasong said to Bai Lixin, his face gloomy and helpless.

When Bai Lixin saw that his plan had worked, he laughed and nimbly entered the painting room with his crutches.

Behind him, Qu Yasong was so uncertain that it was almost as if a storm was coming.

Bai Lixin seemed oblivious as he walked up to the canvas, which was still blank, "Are you still uninspired?"

Qu Yasong looked at Bai Lixin coldly and thought, "You come to harass me every day. Where do I find inspiration?"

"Then why don't we go out on a date to find inspiration?" Bai Lixin said, not caring about Qu Yasong's indifferent attitude.

As if he had heard a new word, Qu Yasong repeated, "A date?"

Bai Lixin nodded and paced to the window. He reached out and grabbed a corner of the white curtain, abruptly pulling it open.

In an instant, the sunlight from outside shone in, hitting Bai Lixin's face and reflecting a warm glow.

When Qu Yasong looked at Bai Lixin like this, he felt that this young man seemed to have inexhaustible energy and vitality. He was free, lively, and spontaneous, very different from the well-behaved and sensible Su Ruo.

But this troublemaker attracted his attention even more than Su Ruo, and his gaze could not help but follow the youngster's figure.

His heart began to beat violently again, and the voice in the back of his mind growled: "If you like him, get him! Why do you have to be so patient? If you won't do it, let me do it. "

Qu Yasong fell back in his chair and squeezed his chest, suppressing the raging erosion of his soul: "Go back, your presence is not needed here you demon."

Hearing the abrupt sound of the chair hitting the floor, Bai Lixin turned his head back, and only then did he notice Qu Yasong's strange state.

He hurriedly rushed up with a single step and wrapped his arms around Qu Yasong's to ask, "What's wrong with you? Does your heart hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital? "

The willpower that Qu Yasong had been able to suppress collapsed in an instant when Bai Lixin encircled him, and the other personality roared with laughter: "Haha, finally it's my turn to take control of this body."

Bai Lixin encircled Qu Yasong, only to see the latter's eyes roll back and he unexpectedly fainted.

Fortunately, Bai Lixin had already strengthened his physical body yesterday, so he hurriedly dragged him to a bench for rest.

After placing Qu Yasong carefully on the bench, Bai Lixin asked : [Scan Qu Yasong's body to see what's wrong with him? Is there a physical health condition and see if it can be repaired with dimensional points?]

[As ordered, Lord Host. Scanning begins. Ding! Scan completed. The body indicators are all A-rank, with no health problems. However, the test shows that the body's soul has been replaced. The soul attribute remains at A rank.]

After listening to s419m's report, Bai Lixin looked at Qu Yasong with a complicated face. Replaced soul? I wonder what this soul looks like. Could it also be a Lord God soul fragment?

He was looking intently at Qu Yasong's face when the man's eyes suddenly opened, looking coldly at Bai Lixin through a pair of dark, bottomless eyes.

These eyes were emotionless, like those of an evil spirit from hell. His body even seemed to emanate a dense dark aura that sent shivers down one's spine. Bai Lixin's body shivered and he unconsciously took a step back.

There was no mention of Qu Yasong's having a dual personality in the world's memory. Was there something wrong with the world's memory too?

Qu Yasong had opened his dark eyes and looked at Bai Lixin. He suddenly reached out and pulled Bai Lixin over and pressed him under his body, his voice as cold as the cold nine-day weather, "Are you the one he has taken a fancy to?"

Bai Lixin struggled a few times. Qu Yasong saw this and easily used one hand to hold both of Bai Lixin's wrists above his head. The other hand did not remain idle and began to slowly slide down Bai Lixin's neck.

"A rather fiery one, I like that." Qu Yasong sprayed hot air and pressed his face close to Bai Lixin's, sliding his hand down even further.

Bai Lixin stared at Qu Yasong and suddenly smiled, "It's only human to enjoy the love between fish and water. If you want to, I am naturally happy to do so. Why do you have to clamp down on me like this? After all, you are so beautiful, aren't you? "

Qu Yasong sneered, "Then I'll try your fish and water love." With that, he lowered his head and bit down fiercely on Bai Lixin's lips, his tongue driving in and tangling with Bai Lixin's.

The moment Qu Yasong's lips touched Bai Lixin, a tremor from the depths of his soul instantly shuddered through his limbs and bones.

After the kiss, Qu Yasong did not continue. He let go of Bai Lixin and began to look at the leopard-like boy in front of him with suspicious eyes.

Bai Lixin lay unmoving on the bench, gasping for breath as he waited for the aftershocks of the battle to wear off.

This soul... this soul was actually a Lord God soul fragment too!

Arc 2.6 [Chapter 23]

After the struggle and resistance just now, Ba Lixin's shirt was now half-open, his wheat-coloured cheeks were slightly flushed, and his chest was panting heavily as it went up and down. His dark, bright eyes fluttered and seemed to have water droplets darting around, and he looked like he was being bullied.

No, he was actually being bullied, bullied by the soul-changing Qu Yasong in front of him.

Ba Lixin came back to his senses and gave Qu Yasong a fierce glare.

"Qu Yasong" looked at Ba Lixin who was glaring at him, but he was not surprised. With a raised eyebrow, he leaned down again, his face almost on Ba Lixin's face, and said, "What, do you have a problem?"

The man in front of him was as pure and beautiful as an angel at one moment, but in the blink of an eye, he had changed his soul and was now as a demon.

He glared back at the demon, "Do you have a double personality?"

Demon Qu Yasong didn't expect this to be Bai Lixin's reply. He looked at Ba Lixin and scooped him up to sit face-to-face in his arms.

Bai Lixin's mind crashed instantly. He was now sitting on this demon's lap. His hands were forced around the other man's neck, and because of their seating position, they were pressed chest to chest, which was not a very elegant position.

The demon seemed to be in a good mood as he patted Bai Lixin's back and rubbed his hand down his ass a few times before releasing him and placing him back on the bench, "What's wrong with dual personalities? Do you think it's a mental defect? "

His eyes locked on Bai Lixin and he saw the other man shake his head before he laughed twice more.

Demon Qu Yasong then unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing neatly, stopping only when he got to the third button. "I'm me and he's him. I really don't want to share a body with him if I could help it. Our preferences are too different, and our personalities are very different. I despise him, and he feels the same for me too. "

Bai Lixin listened to the man, but his eyes stayed fixed on the exposed skin that looked as smooth as condensed milk.

He gulped. This soul was a completely different personality from the angel Qu Yasong.

Their personalities were at odds with each other on every point, so it was no wonder they were repulsed by each other.

Angel Qu Yasong was stoic, ascetic, ethereal, seemingly indifferent but with care in his eyes, an angel who lives in a fairyland. But the demon in front of him was the polar opposite of angel Qu Ya Song: unrestrained, fearless, and with a hostile expression in his eyes, the demon had returned from hell.

They were clearly using the same body, but when the angel Qu Yasong had control of this body, Ba Lixin felt it was transparent and elegant to the heavens.

But now, once its soul had changed, this body was full of verve and seduction in every move, and his whole being reeked of wild hormones.

Ba Lixin asked himself, "Compared to angel Qu Yasong, who had hidden himself so tightly, did he prefer demon Qu Yasong, who did not hide himself at all?"

After all, demon Qu Yasong appeared to be the blunter of the two, with his happiness and sadness written all over his face.

Whereas angel Qu Yasong, with whom he had been in contact for two days, always had a blank expression on his face, his joy and anger were visible. He had deliberately said something like he had a boyfriend yesterday, partly to see if he would react to him, and partly to provoke him.

The tragedy is that, in the end, he did manage it, but angel Qu Yasong also drove him out.

When demon Qu Yasong first appeared, Bai Lixin had been shocked by the sudden contrast, without the slightest precaution, and had been taken aback. But now he was sure that he was also the one he was looking for, and that he was fierce but still tender towards him, he had long since thrown away the pangs he had felt.

Demon Qu Yasong laughed out loud when he saw Bai Lixin swallowing his saliva as he stared, and said happily, "I'll let you off the hook today. If you hadn't irritated him, I don't know how long I'd have been held down. "

Demon Qu Yasong thought of something and suddenly sneered, lowering his head to clamp down on Ba Lixin's chin and pull him towards him, "But since you can provoke him into mood swings, you need to spend more time with him so that I can get out and about more often. From today onwards, you will live with me. Do you have a problem with that? "

His grip on Ba Lixin's jaw was rough but gentle, Ba Lixin only felt a force pulling him upwards, but did not feel any pain.

Ba Lixin had been thinking about how he could get closer to Qu Yasong and cultivate a relationship. He couldn't limp here every day after class with his crutches, could he? He was at a loss when demon Qu Yasong handed him a pillow.

Ba Lixin's heart was happy, but his face had a look of forbearance. He glared at demon Qu Yasong and suddenly bit the hand that was clamping down on his chin.

Demon Qu Yasong ate the pain and laughed even more, "Little wildcat, it seems I don't need to ask your opinion. I heard that your brother and your boyfriend seem to have gone to Country S? Do you know how country S is? It's the world of the mafia. If I want your brother and boyfriend to not be able to come back, they won't be able to in this lifetime. Do you believe I have the ability to do that? "

Bai Lixin clapped his hands in his heart and thought, "It's better that they don't come back for the rest of their lives."

But his face showed an expression of outrage, "Bullying people with your power! You're breaking the law by doing this. You'll go to jail!"

Demon Qu Yasong shrugged his shoulders and said with confidence, "I don't know what the law is in country S. I'm not aware of it. Will I go to jail? You'll know if you try. If you dare to scratch me again with your cat's claw, I think you'll be very interested in tomorrow's news headlines. "

Bai Lixin flinched, a worried and resigned look of determination on his face. He bit his lip and said, with determination and hatred, "Fine, as you say! I'll live with you, but first, I have to come to this school every day and attend classes on time. No absences, late arrivals, or early departures. "

"Naturally, I don't have much free time to mind you during the day. But if I don't see you after school, I can't necessarily guarantee the safety of your brother and your boyfriend's lives."

Ba Lixin frowned and looked at demon Qu Yasong with a reluctant face, but he was squealing in his heart. His man looked so handsome when he let his ruthless words out.

Demon Qu Yasong acted quickly and whisked Ba Lixin away to his lair that night. It was naturally angel Qu Yasong's house.

Although angel Qu Yasong was in control of this body almost all the time, he was fully aware of the latter's senses and experiences.

The mansion was large but not overly luxurious and extremely simple.

Demon Qu Yasong personally led Ba Lixin to the guest room.

Ba Lixin had brought only a backpack containing a few changes of clothes.

Demon Qu Yasong slightly swept over Ba Lixin's somewhat dowdy attire and luggage but did not say anything. He seemed to have something important to deal with, and he only led Ba Lixin to his room before turning around and leaving in a hurry.

When he saw Qu Yasong leave, Ba Lixin unpacked his own bags. But in the corridor, the demon called the housekeeper to his side and whispered a few words, and it was only after the butler nodded that Qu Yasong left.

Ba Lixin had only brought a few pieces of clothing with him and unpacked his bag in just a few minutes.

He sat down at the table and took a book from the shelf and read it carefully and in a dignified manner.

On the surface, he was reading a book, but he was talking to s419m in his mind.

From the moment he first entered this mansion, the system alarm bell in his mind had been going over and over again in his mind, and Ba Lixin's brain was almost stunned.

[Warning: a scan of the room reveals seven miniature cameras]s419m sent out another alarm signal.

Ba Lixin looked at the book and frowned as if he had encountered a problem: [Why are there so many surveillance systems and explosion-proof systems in Qu Yasong's mansion? s419m, help me find out Qu Yasong's family history.]

In the beginning, when he had just crossed into this world, Ba Lixin only learned that Qu Yasong was the chairman of the board of trustees of this university and was internationally renowned.

In fact, people in the art world would give him a few favours. That's why he helped Su Ruo many times in his art. But nothing else about Qu Yasong appears in the world's memory.

[As ordered, Lord Host. Ding! The search has begun. Ding, the search is over. Lord host, Qu Yasong, is a mixed-race child. The mother is from China, and the father is from country S. His mother died early, and his father was the largest mafia leader in country S. He is still alive today. Qu Yasong left the mafia seven years ago and came to China. Since then, he has had no contact with his father in S.]

Ba Lixin casually flipped a page, propping his head up with one hand, the corner of his mouth pulling out a smile.

Does his lover actually have such a double identity? No wonder there was this soul with a demon-like character. Only under the cruel and strong pressure of the underworld would such verve and aura arise.

His eyes were fixed on the book, not actually reading a word of it, and he wanted to continue asking when there was a sudden knock at the door.

Ba Lixin let out a "Huh," hesitating for a moment to look up from his book, looking towards the door with a confused face, before slowly getting up and opening the door.

Outside the door, the well-dressed butler led two young attendants to push a cart, which was covered in brand new clothes, with the tags still shining out.

Arc 2.7 [Chapter 24]

The white-haired butler bowed and said with a smile, "Young Master Su, this is what the young master asked me to bring you, brand new and unopened."

A drop of cold sweat ran down Bai Lixin's forehead as he nodded, "Oh, I can see that. The tags are so plainly visible. "

The butler continued to smile amiably without changing his expression and beckoned the attendants to wheel the cart in.

"Alas, in all the years since the young master had moved to China, he had never let anyone stay overnight in the house, let alone for a long time. Seeing how much the young master cares for young master Su, breaking his virginity is not far off! "1

Tears flowed in the butler's heart. " Fortunately for the master, after so many years of virginity, the young master was finally planning to break out the meat!"

Letting the butler and the attendants push the clothes in, Bai Lixin stood by and watched as they skillfully placed them in the wardrobe. He suddenly smiled and said, "Grandpa Butler, you are so skilful. Do you do this often?"

The smiling butler suddenly stiffened, his hands pausing in mid-air. Between breaths, he put away his smile and revealed a sad expression, "No, to put it mildly, the young master is colder in nature and does not like to interact with people, you are the first friend he has invited here."

Bai Lixin looked at such an amiable butler and returned a broad smile.

Life was like a play; it all depended on acting.

This old man was not simple.

The housekeeper hung the clothes neatly for just a few moments before pointing to the clothing categories and instructing Bai Lixin, "Young Master Su, this time things were done in a rush, so I apologise. These are only this season's clothes. Next time I'll expand them to four seasons of the year: spring, summer, autumn, and winter. "

Bai Lixin smiled more sweetly. "This old master was planning to make him live here until he died."

The butler said to himself, "It's hard to have the young master caring, so I'll have to make this boy stay until he dies."

The two foxes played dumb, and in a few moments, the old butler finished his instructions and left.

Bai Lixin propped up his walking stick and paced to the closet to admire the clothes they had spent an hour sweeping up. His brow furrowed lightly, but his heart was bursting with joy.

"Look at you, demon Qu Yasong. You can't help but care for me even though you look so fierce. "

He rummaged through his wardrobe and found a pair of cotton pyjamas, turning around and giving the hidden camera an unintentional but deliberate glance.

Qu Yasong was on the phone with someone in his study. He was talking to Joey, the second boss of the Sticino family, the largest mafia family in S country.

Joey sighed on the other end of the line, "Hey, Prince, I can't believe you still remember me as an old man." Hearing the familiar voice, the hostility in the corners of Qu Yasong's eyes faded slightly.

Qu Yasong took his mother's name and was only known as a genius in the world of painting, but few people knew that his father was Capellon Saul Sticino, the head of the Sticino family, the largest mafia family in S country as of today.

Saul had deliberately distanced himself from the mother and son in order to protect them, and almost no one knew of their relationship. Qu Yasong was always with his mother, who was gentle and kind, and he followed her example. But when his mother died, he was taken back to the family home by Saul and kept secret.

Demon Qu Yasong, was born out of a desire to escape from his mother's death and survival in the mafia family. He was so fierce and ruthless that no one dared breathe around him.

In just a few months, he had quickly established himself as the prince of the family. Angel Qu Yasong occupied this body for the first ten years and the demon Qu Yasong for six. It was not until he was sixteen that the demon had a dream, a dream of a pair of old men living out their old age in peace, and because of this dream, the hostility he had built up over the past six years was instantly reduced to nothing, and angel Qu Yasong woke up again.

After waking up, he created the "Serenity" painting, and since then he has been painting while in a tug-of-war with his demon self. It was not until he was 22 years old that Angel Qu Yasong gradually won the battle, going from being able to control the body for six days in a month to 26 days. Taking advantage of this time, Angel Qu Yasong simply broke away from the Sticino family and came to China alone.

Qu Yasong sat down on a chair, his straight and slender legs casually eased back, and he said, "I had already helped you clean up the S Country mafia infield when I left back then, and really didn't feel the need to stay any longer."

Joey's pale voice over there stifled a laugh, "The Prince is still as spontaneous as ever, but don't forget that the boss is getting old and needs his heir."

Qu Yasong fetched a cigarette from the drawer and lit it, exhaling a ring of misty white smoke after taking a sharp puff, "The times are different. The traditional mafia has been eliminated from society. What you need most now is not an heir, but a means of clearing your name. The world is becoming more and more lucid, and modern times are no longer the days when justice was upheld through force. "

In just eight years, the world has changed too much.

Joey was silent over there for a long time before he said, "Yes, you are right, we do need to cleanse ourselves, but we still lack a leader. Come back, Prince. "

"All right, we'll discuss this some other time. I'm calling you today to ask you to check a little something for me. " Qu Yasong scanned the surveillance monitor and found that Bai Lixin had actually started to strip himself in his bedroom.

These invisible cameras were fitted with HD cameras, so he could see everything that was happening in the room. Even Bai Lixin's great body was clearly presented through the lens. Qu Yasong's breathing gradually became heavy while Joey suddenly laughed at the other end of the phone, " Prince, are you making love? Such a heavy breath. "

Qu Yasong frowned at the phone and said in an ice-cold voice, "Help me find out the relationship between two Chinese people, Su Ruo and Zhao Yunhai, who arrived in S country three days ago." With that, he hung up the phone.

Joey froze slightly at the phone. The prince couldn't really be having sex, could he? The information that came from the butler's side was that the prince was a virgin until now.

By the time Qu Yasong hung up the phone and looked at the screen again, Bai Lixin had already changed into his pyjamas. Since his leg was injured, he simply wore only the shirt.

The wide pyjama shirt barely covered his butt, and as soon as he bent over, his splendour was half-revealed. It was the most tantalizing pose, leaving one hoping to see but not seeing, not seeing but seeing some, a beautiful scene that could only be left to the imagination.

Qu Yasong took a deep puff of the cigar and suppressed the fire that was surging in his lower abdomen.

After dealing with the internal strife of the mafia in S country back then, the mafia families were peaceful and he had no more desire to exist, so he gradually fell asleep deep inside Qu Yasong's body.

Five years ago, he went into complete dormancy after Angel Qu Yasong had locked himself in his studio room day in and day out to isolate himself from people, until yesterday, when this young man appeared in front of angel Qu Yasong.

His voice was penetrating and infectious, as if it was calling out to him, awakening him from his years of slumber.

Demon Qu Yasong looked at his white and slender fingers and secretly told himself that he must have this teenager, by whatever means.

Instead, angel Qu Yasong's voice rang out in his head: "Don't hurt him, don't kill anymore!"

The pleading voice struck his head so hard, again and again, that it almost put him back to sleep. Demon Qu Yasong, with his cigarette in one hand and pressing his forehead with the other, retorted: "If I hadn't killed someone back then, we would have been the ones to die. Shut up, stand back, and sleep in peace! Back off! "

Two souls and two voices were tearing through this body, neither one of them willing to give way. This body was originally A-ranked, and it would have been more than enough to accommodate an A-ranked soul or even an S-ranked soul, but now that there were two equally powerful A-ranked souls fighting for dominance, the situation became somewhat worse.

Demon Qu Yasong only felt a pain in his head, and his body was paining as though it was filled to capacity, but he still didn't want to hand over control.

He grabbed the corner of the table, and his eyes were filled with violent fury, and the corners of his eyes were even tinged with blood.

The two souls were in the middle of a battle when suddenly, the door to the study was slammed open and an anxious-looking Bai Lixin stood in the doorway, panting loudly. He didn't even carry his cane.

As soon as Bai Lixin entered, he saw Qu Yasong, who was in pain. He rushed forward with a limp and hugged Qu Yasong's waist, saying soothingly, "Breath deeply, breathe deeply. Don't reject that character, try to accommodate it."

Bai Lixin's hug was a little too strong, and his 5'7″ frame knocked the 6'3″ Qu Yasong to the ground when he was caught off guard, and Bai Lixin sat straddled on top of Qu Yasong.

Bai Lixin was originally sitting on the bed, still thinking about how to seduce Qu Yasong with a few more provocative poses, when he suddenly received a warning from the system that Qu Yasong's body was suffering from serious lacerations, which could even be life-threatening if not stopped.

His heart was in turmoil, and he didn't care about anything else. He just got up and rushed over with his leg still in a cast, not even having the time to put on his trousers.

Now that he was sitting on top of Qu Yasong, his warm butt touched the cold metal belt buckle and he instantly stiffened up, remembering he had not dressed up.

Demon and angel Qu Yasong took turns fighting over this body. One moment it was the demon Qu Yasong, the next it was angel Qu Yasong. The two souls switched extremely quickly, both feeling the stirring that the young body on top of them gave them.

While the angel tried to push the young man away quickly, the demon could no longer bear the patience, and his fury grew so strong that he was almost ready to lift the roof! Finally, Demon Qu Yasong finally got the better of him and temporarily overpowered the Angel Qu Yasong.

With a groan, he pinned Bai Lixin down and gritted out a strong, hoarse gasp, "Baby, I want you."

Bai Lixin looked blankly at the man on top of him for three seconds and asked, "Do I have the right to refuse?"

Demon Qu Yasong sneered, but his expression changed from a predatory and fierce look to an indifferent and warm gaze. "You do, you have to leave me now."

Bai Lixin stared at the ever-revolving lover in front of him, his mood was unspeakable.

Originally, being intimate with one's lover was supposed to be a physical and mental pleasure, but why has it become so tangled now?

He himself was fine, but looking at his lover having this pained look on his face, his mood was also mixed. Biting his lip, Bai Lixin hugged Qu Yasong's waist, his eyes locked on his, and said, "Come on, if this will ease your pain and soul-tearing torment, then please do!"

As soon as Bai Lixin's words fell, the man whose eyes had been filled with warmth changed expression and once again had a fierce look on his face.

Demon Qu Yasong only looked deep into his eyes this time and said nothing as he lowered his head and took Bai Lixin's lips fiercely.

Bai Lixin was in a whirlwind. At times, he felt like a boat on a huge wave, at other times, like a flower in a warm room. The souls changed between demon and angel Qu Yasong.

How fierce and fast the man who transforms into a demon moves, and how gentle and warm the man who transforms into an angel moves. This bipolar pleasure kept crashing against Bai Lixin's sanity, making him struggle over and over again, enjoying the endless pleasure.

The next day, Bai Lixin woke up sore and aching, weak and lying on the bed like a rag doll, not even wanting to move a finger.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to beckon s419m in his mind: [s419m, call up 500-dimensional points and adjust my physical attributes to A rank! I can't bear it at all.]

He was too tired like he had died several times. If he did not adjust his physical strength to an A level, this young master was not his opponent at all ah!

Arc 2.8 [Chapter 25]

When Bai Lixin awoke the next afternoon, angel Qu Yasong had occupied the body and gone to the studio early in the morning.

The two had tossed Bai Lixin until the middle of the night, and demon Qu Yasong had wrapped Bai Lixin in his own shirt and carried him to the bathroom to clean him up before carrying him to his room to rest.

In the darkness of the house, in the still night sky, the sound of the boy's even breathing was all around him as he took Bai Lixin, whose body was covered in hickeys, into his arms. Demon Qu Yasong was unusually calm as he lay beside Bai Lixin, embracing this warm, healthy, lean body.

It was as if they had been together for a long, long time, so in tune and familiar.

The violent emotions in his heart gradually subsided, and demon Qu Yasong yawned and fell into a deep sleep.

After he had fallen into a deep sleep, angel Qu Yasong opened his warm, jade-like eyes.

It was hard to describe the emotion in his heart as he glanced at the beautiful, naked body at his side.

This boy could stir up the demon, and yet also soothe it.

This boy could make his heart beat faster, yet he could also make his heart feel warm and peaceful. This teenager was so amazing.

A million images flew through his mind, from the youth's quirky spirit when they first met, to the boy's smugness when he kissed him, to the youth's passion when he responded fiercely beneath him, and the youth's shyness and blush when he was done.

In his mind, the youth was actually gradually rendered in colour, like the most beautiful painting, deeply engraved in his heart. He had never known that a person's personality could be so varied and attractive.

To him, everyone was a monotonous colour, either black, white, blue, yellow, or simply devoid of colour. When he looks outside, too, all the scenery is a void of white, like a black and white sketch. So he could not feel anything; his expression was indifferent; his mind was calm and collected, like a pool of stagnant water.

It was from that dream he had at the age of sixteen when he first felt the warmth of colour, so he painted that beautiful moment, and from then on, he fell in love with painting.

And now, years later, he meets a boy who is full of colour.

From this moment on, angel Qu Yasong even felt that the black and white sketched landscapes around him were rendered with colour, no longer empty and cold and that the scenery around the boy was slowly haloed with warm colours.

A dazzling light erupted in his unruffled eyes, and he gave a light smile, bowing his head and reverently kissing the boy's hair. "Thank you, Venus of my heart."

The boy's forehead was perhaps tickled a little by the strands of hair, and he let out a muffled groan. His voice was hoarse from shouting all night. It was sexy and cute as a small black panther snoring.

Qu Yasong could not help but enlarge his smile and look indulgently at the boy.

Angel Qu Yasong had always been indifferent and isolated from the world, at best as ethereal as an immortal, at worst, like a painting of great beauty. When he smiled, even the tips of his eyebrows had a charming glow.

He was so moving that one could hardly find the words to describe him, and heaven and earth were eclipsed as if no word to describe his beauty could be half as moving as the one he displayed.

Qu Yasong smiled, pulled on a white shirt and black trousers, and headed for the studio.

Inspiration was jumping around in his head, and he could not wait to bring the scene to life on paper.

As soon as he started working on his painting, he forgot about the world, and it took him more than ten hours to stop. When he pulled himself out of the painting, he realised that it was nearly sunset.

Only then did he remember Bai Lixin, who had been tired all day yesterday. He wondered if the young man had gotten up if he had eaten, and if he was angry and resentful about yesterday's events.

At the end of his thought, he gave a sudden lurch. Su Qing must be resentful of him, right? He had even said that he had a boyfriend.

Qu Yasong was anxious. He rubbed his hair, threw the brush away, and paced out of the studio.

Outside the studio, the old butler was standing upright with his back straight.

The old butler's face was not very good, and he was holding a stack of things in his hand. When he saw that Qu Yasong finally came out of the studio, he greeted him and handed them over, "Young master, this is from a gentleman who calls himself Joey and says it's for you."

The old butler was an old member of the Sticino family's assassination squad, who was usually secretive and little known. After the young master broke away from the mafia, the old man was not at ease, so he sent himself over and installed himself in the Qu mansion.

As he watched the young master grow up day by day, still clean and alone, he, the eunuch, almost went bald with anxiety. Yesterday, the young master was finally enlightened and brought one back, but he didn't expect it to be the kind of person who had his feet in two boats.

The old butler's face was sullen, and in his heart, he was calculating how to torment that young master Su to take out his anger on the young master.

Angel Qu Yasong froze, just about to frown. He heard a voice in his mind say: "Take it, that's what I asked Joey to check, it's about your boyfriend and Zhao Yunhai."

Demon Qu Yasong conveyed the message, and when he said the word "boyfriend," his tone was even more enunciated.

He had awakened a few hours ago, but angel Qu Yasong's mental energy was so concentrated on the painting that he could not suppress it, so he stayed silent, but aware of everything in the outside world.

So when the old butler handed over the things, it was the first time that demon Qu Yasong had communicated with angel Qu Yasong in such a friendly and peaceful way.

Angel Quyasong paused before reaching out to take the items, saying "thank you" in return and left.

As he watched the young master leave, the old butler's face turned even darker. The young master had never been so distracted before, and it must have been because of that young man called Su Qing.

"Young master Su, don't wrong our young master otherwise, don't blame the old man for being rude. Although this old man is old, he is still the patriarch of the mafia's assassination team. "

Angel Qu Yasong was flipping through the papers as he walked. Joey was very efficient. He had just been given the task last night, but he was done that very night, and everything was clear and precise. With photos and texts, everything!

In other words, the images of the two of them having sex were clearly shown in the photos.

Looking at the two in the photos, demon Qu Yasong sneered: "I can't believe that the pure college student you were optimistic about is so open-minded. But it seems that one of them is your boyfriend and the other is Su Qing's boyfriend, right? Doesn't this count as cheating? "

Angel Qu Yasong lowered his eyebrows and said indifferently: "Who are we to accuse these two? What we did was even more excessive and beastly than them. Do you think we are any good people ourselves? Of the four, three of us are guilty; Su Qing is the most innocent. "

For a moment, demon Qu Yasong was rendered speechless by the angel Qu Yasong.

After a while, angel Qu Yasong added: "One is his elder brother, the one he depends on, and the other is his close lover. How desperate would the young man be if he knew that he had been betrayed by his two closest people? How would he accept this? Besides, his leg was still injured, so we must not let him know about what had happened between them for now. "

Demon Qu Yasong retorted: "Bullshit, you plan to let Su Qing continue to be with that scumbag? Heh, if I occupy the body, I will immediately let Joey get him killed. I am bound to get this boy for myself. "

Angel Qu Yasong paused at Bai Lixin's doorway, and he sneered, thinking: "Do you think you are acting in an idol drama? Do you know how beastly we were last night? We brutally fucked him! I'm afraid we're the ones he hates the most, compared to his brother and boyfriend. "

"And you're still trying to get your hands on him? We'll be lucky to get his forgiveness now. Don't even think about the rest. What's the point of killing Zhao Yunhai? If you kill him, you will only make the boy miss him even more, and Zhao Yunhai will become a cinnabar mole in the teenager's heart, someone who no one can surpass. If you really want him to leave Zhao Yunhai, you might as well find someone to discredit him and let the teenager see his true colours. "

When angel Qu Yasong finished saying this in his heart, he suddenly gave a lurch, and he was stunned and dumbfounded for a few moments. And so was demon Qu Yasong. The two souls were silent for a long time before they said, in unison, "No way..."

Angel Qu Yasong covered his heart. He was greatly shocked. The words that he said just now clearly should not be in line with his character, but seem to be words the demon Qu Yasong would say.

What is this?

Angel Qu Yasong's mind was in turmoil, and a suspicion appeared in his mind.

He shook his head and denied the conjecture. It couldn't be that; how could it be possible for them to merge at this time when these two souls had been fighting with each other for over a decade without ever coexisting in harmony?

He was still shocked by this thought when he suddenly heard a low moan of pain from Bai Lixin's room, and with a shock in his heart, he hurriedly opened the door.

In the room, Bai Lixin was painfully banging his head against the wall, as if he had to break his head before he was reconciled.

When he saw this, angel Qu Yasong's heart jumped, and he took two steps forward and took the young man into his arms, "What are you doing? Why don't you think to talk about it? "

Bai Lixin was in agony from the pain caused by the strengthening of his body. He had been using the wall to relieve the pain, but now without it, he used whatever he could catch.

When Qu Yasong took him in his arms, he didn't say a word and wrapped his arms around Qu Yasong's neck and bit him hard on the shoulder.

At once, two bloodstains ran down Qu Yasong's shoulder.

Qu Yasong let out a stifled grunt and hugged the teenager tighter. He held the teenager's waist with one hand and patted the teenager's back soothingly with the other.

After a long time, Bai Lixin was freed from the pain, and only then did he release his mouth.

His mouth was already filled with a fishy sweet taste, and only then did Bai Lixin come back to his senses. Tasting the taste in his mouth and then looking at the bloody wound, he fumbled to stop the bleeding with his sleeve and said, "Ah, sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

Seeing the teenager's flustered expression, the angel Qu Yasong smiled dotingly and rested his head against his shoulder. In a voice full of apology, he said, "It's me who should say sorry. I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry for hurting you last night. "

That voice was full of affection in its gentleness, and Bai Lixin's hand that was rubbing the wound gave a pause. A sourness welled up in his nose, and his eyes burned.

After coming to this world, even though he knew that Qu Yasong's soul belonged to the same family as Luo Qintian's, he had never experienced the same kind of love and doting from Qu Yasong's body as Luo Qintian.

Just today, when he woke up, he was still thinking that although Qu Yasong and Luo Qin Tian were both fragments of the Lord God's soul, they were different. And that perhaps it was only Luo Qin Tian who fell in love with him, and Qu Yasong was different after all. If that was the case, what was the point of his doing so?

But now, Qu Yasong, at a time when he was slightly disappointed, actually spoke in such a loving tone that Bai Lixin instantly felt...

The soul fragments were different, but they were all his beloved. This was the love of his beloved, the tone of his beloved, the soul of his beloved, and the familiarity of his beloved.

In a flash, tears spurted out of Bai Lixin's eyes, and he clung to Qu Yasong, shrinking his head into the other man's arms and crying out.

Arc 2.9 [Chapter 26]

Looking at the young boy crying in his arms, small and soft, Qu Yasong felt his heart melting with him.

Bai Lixin had let out enough of his frustration and grievances before he lifted his red and swollen eyes from Qu Yasong's arms with a hiccup.

He looked at Qu Yasong's concerned face, swept his eyes over the bloodied shoulder, and remembered his discomfort from the body strengthening, and burst out laughing.

As soon as he laughed, the sombre atmosphere in the room dissipated.

Qu Yasong looked at the young man who had laughed for no reason and then looked around at the suddenly colourful room, his eyes flashing with amazement.

Bai Lixin hiccupped and asked with a voice still choked with laughter, "Why didn't you push me away when I bit you so painfully?"

Qu Yasong looked at the youth and shook his head, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt. It's good that your anger is relieved. "

"Hmph, that's how you want me to relieve my anger?" Bai Lixin pursed his lips and glared, "Do you think this is an idol drama, letting me bite you and forgive you? Do you know that what you did last night was a crime? "

Angel Qu Yasong smiled lightly at these words. He had accused the demon Qu Yasong of "thinking this is an idol drama" outside the door, but as soon as he entered, he was mocked in return. the teenager had actually thought of the same thing as him.

The smile and warmth in his eyes made Bai Lixin, who had been peeking from the corner of his eyes, freeze for a moment.

Bai Lixin coughed twice and hiccupped again, turning around and poking Qu Yasong in the chest with his index finger, "What are you laughing at? Do you get the point? "

Qu Yasong laughed again and couldn't help but raise his hand to rub the boy's straight black hair, "It's all my fault. I'm at your mercy if you want to kill me, but please don't be upset anymore. What happened last night was my fault, not yours, and you need not punish yourself for my mistakes at all. "

"At my mercy?" Bai Lixin's dark eyes turned and, with a clench of his teeth, he said, "Good, then from today until my brother returns, you will teach me painting yourself. I want to learn to paint."

Painting? Didn't the young man claim to like dancing? Why did he want to learn to paint now?

Noticing Qu Yasong's surprise, Bai Lixin bowed his head and said, "This time, something happened to Yunhai's company. If it wasn't for my brother's knowledge of painting to help out, I don't know what would have happened to Yunhai's business. I also want to help Yunhai one day, so that if I encounter such things again in the future, I hope that I will be the one standing by his side, and not my brother. "

Yunhai usually admires my brother's work and often praises him in front of me. My leg was intact, and all I did was dance all day long, not being able to be still at all. Now that my leg and foot are injured, I want to learn how to paint in the meantime. I want to know what kind of mindset people who know how to paint have when they look at this painting. I think we have a common language with Yunhai. "

Hearing the young man call out "Yunhai" over and over again, Qu Yasong clenched the material in his hand tightly, a dark tide in his eyes.

Zhao Yunhai, how can you get the attention of this young man?

Bai Lixin swept the corner of his eyes over the material in QuYasong's hand, and then looked at his cold, frosty face. Hooking his lips into a smile, he revealed an innocent expression: "What, you don't agree?"

Angel Qu Yasong suppressed the malice in his heart and smiled, "Naturally I am happy to. If you want to learn, you can learn whenever you want. You are even welcome to the school. "

Bai Lixin shook his head and said, "No, I don't want them to know. It is my business that I am willing to do so for Yunhai, but I will not use this as a bargaining chip or a means to morally kidnap him so that he can be good to me. "

Angel Qu Yasong's heart twitched again. He took a deep breath and said, in a deep voice, "Fine, whatever makes you happy."

He had never been so disgusted with someone as he was now. Zhao Yunhai, I will remember you.

"I know you were in a bad state last night too. You seem to have a dual personality, right?" Bai Lixin sat on the bed and leaned toward Qu Yasong, "I don't know if my brother knows, but I won't take the initiative to mention it to him. You're my brother's boyfriend. I don't want to hurt my brother, and you love my brother too, so let's pretend that last night's mistake never happened, okay? "

Listening to the teenager forcefully tie him to Su Ruo, Qu Yazong's breath caught and his heart throbbed as if it was being clutched by someone else.

How he wanted to tell the teenager at this moment that he didn't love Su Ruo, please don't tie them together, and that he didn't want to pretend that last night hadn't happened at all!

God knows how good he felt last night!

But reason told him that once he explained it to the teenager, it would only provoke him into another fit of resentment.

Qu Yasong only felt a sourness in his throat as he nodded stiffly and said back, in a dry voice, "Okay."

Hearing Qu Yasong's promise, Bai Lixin breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "That's good. Brother won't be upset if he doesn't know. What happened between us must rot in our stomachs; we must never tell him! "

Qu Yasong stood up, looked deeply at Bai Lixin, and said, "I know. I will ask the housekeeper to bring the meal to your room later. After eating, you should rest well."

After saying this, Qu Yasong walked out of the door with difficult steps.

On the way back to the study, demon Qu Yasong mocked him madly: "Stupid. What made you promise to Su Ruo in the first place."

Angel Qu Yazong swallowed his saliva. His tone was breathless: "I made my own mistakes, but didn't you do the same? We took fifty of a hundred steps and celebrated. In the end, haven't we shot ourselves in the foot, and aren't Zhao Yunhai and Su Ruo the ones having the last laugh?

Devil Qu Yazong suddenly lost his voice. Angel Qu Yasong's words recently are a bit slippery, with a gun, and drawing a pinch of blood, too unlike him.

After walking down two corridors and turning a corner, Qu Yazong arrived at the study. As soon as he entered, he sat down in a chair, unbuttoning his shirt twice and breathing heavily.

The information from the investigation was casually spread out on the desk. They had been clutched tightly in Qu Yasong's hand and now looked tattered and rubbed beyond recognition.

Demon Qui Yasong thought for a moment and said: "Give me control. I need Joey for something."

This time, angel Qu Yasong thought just a little and actually nodded: "Okay, go ahead."

Angel Qu Yasong had already guessed what the latter was going to do, so let him. It was something he wanted to do anyway.

In a trance, Qu Yasong closed his eyes. And when he opened his eyes again, they were full of coldness.

After sweeping a glance at the information crumpled into scraps of paper, the demon Qu Yasong sneered, picked up the mobile phone on his desk and dialled it.

Joey was holding a cat-like boy at this time. He was about to undress the boy when the phone rang suddenly.

Cursing, Joey reluctantly got up, his reluctant expression turning into a dog-legged look as soon as he saw the phone display.

The nimble boy lying on the bed glanced up, deflated, and put on his half-undressed clothes. He took a few notes from Joey's wallet and left with a wave of his hand.

Joey watched the meat in his mouth fly away and had to painfully endure the swelling pain and respond honestly to the young master's questions.

As Qu Yasong flipped through the investigation, he heard Joey's ragged gasp on the other end of the line and said, "I'll just say one thing, and then you can carry on."

Joey gulped and thought, "Then you must hurry, young master or that little fairy will be reaching downstairs and leaving."

Qu Yasong couldn't hear Joey's heart, but he was still kind enough to go straight to the point and say, "I'm a rather warm and hospitable person. Have the two people I asked you to investigate served well and help them have a memorable trip to S country, especially Zhao Yunhai. "

Joey listened to Qu Yasong's toneless order and sighed in his heart, " Dear children, since you have offended the young master, be prepared to bear the devil's wrath."

With those words, young master Qu Yasong hung up the phone. Joey immediately took a long breath of relief before grabbing the door and carrying back the boy who was waiting for the lift...

Demon Qu Yasong hung up the phone and didn't really know what to do next.

He thought for a moment and turned on the monitor to see what the young man was doing.

The screen slowly lit up, but the room was empty, and the teenager was unexpectedly nowhere to be found. Qu Yasong froze and adjusted to another camera to continue watching.

But after looking at the cameras around the teenager's room, they all came up empty. He stood up and hurried out to look for the boy.

Could he still be thinking about what happened yesterday?

From the moment he first appeared, the demon Qu Yasong had never looked for anyone, let alone cared about them, but now he was at a loss because the young man had disappeared.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened.

The young man emerged from the bathroom like a white egg in its shell. Water dripped from beneath his dark hair, and his wet eyes were dazed and innocent.

Bai Lixin hadn't washed too thoroughly because of the cast on his leg. He just scooped up a basin of water and wiped his body with a towel before washing his hair.

Qu Yasong had also cleaned him up last night, avoiding the leg that was in a cast, so his cast leg was not a big deal.

Bai Lixin was wiping his head when he suddenly heard an alert from s419m: [Warning! Warning! Lord host is being watched.]

Bai Lixin gave a shallow laugh from where the camera's blind spot was and asked, [Is it Qu Yasong?]

[Yes Lord host. Is it necessary to turn on the illusion protection mode?]

The so-called illusion protection mode is to create an illusion in front of the camera to confuse the eyes and ears. The surveillance will monitor everything it's supposed to monitor through the camera, but in fact, it's just an illusion.

Bai Lixin shook his head: [No, just let him watch. I'll show him whatever he wants to see].

With these words in his mind, he deliberately opened the bathrobe wide and rubbed his hair while facing the hidden camera.

Demin Qu Yasong's heart jumped when he saw the young man suddenly facing him directly. He even saw the boy glance at the camera, but then he found the boy continuing to rub his hair as if nothing had happened, and he let out a long breath.

Qu Yasong felt guilty and wanted to turn off the screen, but he also didn't want to turn it off.

He looked at the young man in the footage and thought to himself: "One more minute, just one last minute to make sure he is fine."

But a minute after minute passed, and the screen was still on. It was only when Bai Lixin slowly pulled on a knee-length pajama that the show ended for good.

The demon sighed regretfully and smiled helplessly as he felt the swelling in his pants.

But he didn't try to relieve it with his hands; instead, he took a cigarette out of the drawer and lit it. He took a deep drag on the cigarette and then let the heat travel through his abdomen.

He longed for the beauty of the young man, but at the same time, he let the swelling in his pants stand there without firing. Like a masochist, he allowed the sensation of millions of ants to gnaw at his limbs, which was unbearable.

As time passed, the painful bulge did not ease but became increasingly hot and uncomfortable. Qu Yasong let out a long sigh and planned to go into the bathroom to relieve himself.

But at that moment, there was a sudden knock on the study door.

Qu Yasong said in an unpleasant voice: "Go away."

There was a pause outside the door before a cool, youthful voice rang out, "I want to study painting now. Do you have something to do and we can't do it now?"

Demon Qu Yasong's heart stuttered. Looking at the closed door and then between his legs, he couldn't help but clutch his head and frown.

With a groan, demon Qu Yasong sighed, "It's all right now. Come in."

The teenager was still wearing the pajamas he had just worn in the video footage, the pajamas wrapping him up so tightly that they would not allow anyone to get a half-hearted peek.

Seeing the boy's fresh and harmless appearance, the demon Qu Yasong let out another silent groan and said to the angel Qu Yasong: "Hey, the little one is looking for you, change over."

Before angel Qu Yasong could say anything, he sank into the depths of his soul and his consciousness.

Angel Qu Yasong was forcibly given control, with cold sweat on his face.

As soon as he took control of the body, the mess left by the demon Qu Yasong was transferred to him. The itch in his pants was unbearable, and the angel gave a bitter smile: "Go to the studio and wait for me. Go out from here, turn left at the fork, and the second room is the studio. The door is unlocked, so you can go in yourself. "

Bai Lixin gave a quick glance at Qu Yasong, nodded obediently, and went out.

As soon as Bai Lixin left the room, angel Qu Yasong stood up, locking the door and cursing in his heart: "You are a coward. You dare not do what you started. What the hell were you doing, leaving me with this mess? "

The demon's voice came from deep within: "Nothing, just spying on someone getting dressed."

Angel Qu Yasong was speechless: "You are hopeless!"

Angel Qu Yasong then went into the bathroom attached to the study and relieved himself vigorously.

Thirty minutes later, he emerged refreshed. After looking in the mirror and tidying up his clothes, Qu Yasong opened the door and hurriedly headed for the studio room.

He gently pushed open the door and found the young man sitting in front of his drawing board. The young man's back was slightly bowed, and he was not sitting straight.

He looked relaxed, his leg in the cast resting on his other, and he was staring at the painting in front of him with one hand on his cheek in fascination.

Qu Yasong could not bear to disturb him abruptly, so he slowed his steps and walked gently to his side. When he was almost there, the boy was still staring at the painting.

Only then did Qu Yasong's pace quicken and he coughed twice gently.

Bai Lixin broke free from the painting, tilted his head to look at Qu Yasong, and marvelled, "Your painting is simply too beautiful."

Qu Yasong smiled lightly and said in his heart: "No, it is you who is beautiful. You are the one who inspired me. You are the one in the painting! "

After praising the painting, Bai Lixin continued to look at it again, the astonishment in his eyes overflowing.

This time it was still an oil painting, but the style was very different from that of "Serenity".

"Serenity" was done with very smooth strokes, giving the painting a peaceful and serene feeling that would warm anyone's heart.

This painting, however, was like a running revolution. A young man is running freely across a large sea, his toes pointing at the surface of a clear blue lake, the water reflecting his fair skin.

The youth is wearing a flowing outfit with long sleeves that flutter in the wind. He ran across the surface of the sea with an expression.

The teenager is running across the sea with a relaxed and free expression, the sleeves and hem of the garment stretching backwards with the wind, stretching wide across the scene.

If to look at "Serenity" is to see the warmth of peace and tranquillity, to look at this painting is to fly freely; one is extremely still, the other extremely moving.

But the painting was not yet complete. Qu Yasong had only painted the general outline of the young man and the lower part of the scene. In the upper part of the canvas, there is still a large empty space on the top of the young man's head, which means Qu Yasong had probably not yet finished his work, and the outline of the young man's face can only be vaguely seen, and the more delicate features have not yet been outlined.

Qu Yasong saw the amazement in Bai Lixin's eyes and was flattered.

His works had been praised by countless people, including national treasure-level masters, royalty, and commoners, but he had never been as moved as he was now.

Qu Yazong drew a chair from one side and placed it next to Bai Lixin, and he took out a new easel from the other side. After adjusting the easel to the right height and clamping on the appropriate paper, he sat down next to Bai Lixin and said, "The painting is not yet finished. I will show it to you when it is."

Bai Lixin nodded and sighed, "It's already so impressive even before it's finished. If it were, it would be heavenly. "

"Qu Yasong, you are a miracle sent to this world from the heavens. People call you the "reincarnation of Leonardo da Vinci," but I didn't think it was a big deal before. However, after seeing your painting today, I can see why. What a strong heart and strength of painting you must have to be able to make people resonate just by looking at a painting. Those who say that you have lost your talent are simply talking nonsense. You are not losing your talent, you are clearly hiding it, right? "

Hearing Bai Lixin's generous words of praise, a blush crept up on Qu Yasong's cheeks, and his eyes drifted slightly as he said, "Don't you want to learn to paint? I'll teach you the basic skills first.

Qu Yasong was a serious teacher. Although he didn't teach at the private art university, he couldn't stop himself from teaching and nurturing others.

Once he entered the teaching mode, his whole person became serious. When Bai Lixin saw Qu Yasong's sudden change in the aura, he also followed suit and listened carefully.

Time passed very quickly, and Qu Yasong spoke for a full two hours before he stopped.

Putting the brush on the drawing board, Qu Yasong said gently, "Although what I have said is introductory knowledge, it is still a bit obscure and difficult for beginners to understand. So you can digest it when you go back, and I will teach you how to do it tomorrow. "

Bai Lixin let out an "mmm" and picked up the paintbrush that Qu Yasong put on the drawing plate, dabbed some paint and drew on a blank piece of paper, saying as he painted, "You said earlier that painting does not need to be formal, but that the most important thing is to be able to convey what is in your mind through the paper."

Bai Lixin dipped the brush in the painting tray and dabbed another colour, continuing to draw.

Qu Yasong sat aside, quietly watching Bai Lixin's painting. It was late, and he originally intended to let Bai Lixin go back to rest, but unexpectedly, the boy listened attentively to his lesson and actually moved his hands.

As he tried to do it, Qu Yasong could not bear to interrupt, so he sat on the side and watched quietly.

As he watched, angel Qu Yasong grew a bit dazed.

He glanced at Bai Lixin suspiciously, wanting to say something, but then he hesitated. Seeing that the young man had not finished painting, he could not bear to interrupt him, so he had to hold back his doubts and planned to wait until the young man finished before asking him.

Arc 2.10 [Chapter 27]

The autumn breeze blew in, not too slow, not too fast, bringing in a fragrance from the garden, and the curtains swung with the wind in a casual and dashing manner.

Angel Qu Yasong enjoyed the breeze, and the sound of Bai Lixin's brush tip rubbing against the paper was in his ears, as if heaven and earth had fallen asleep, extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.

He couldn't help but close his eyes. His whole body and mind relaxed. Even his breathing calmed to a crawl.

After a while, the young man put away his brush.

Qu Yasong heard the sound of the boy blowing gently into the painting, and he smiled heartily as he slowly opened his eyes.

He had just seen the beginning of the young man's painting and had been prepared for it, but when he saw the completed painting, a kind of amazement still hit his heart.

The young man's drawing was of a dancing ballet dancer.

Her arms were naturally stretched out, one hand raised, the other flat. Her long, slender arms were like two beautiful ribbons, boneless and soft. Her legs were long and straight, with one foot pointing to the ground and the other leg raised high in the back in a rising and soaring motion.

The woman is relaxed and smiling, looking straight ahead, proud and confident as if she were a beautiful swan.

The whole picture was unadorned with colour; the dancer is dressed in a grey, feathery dance costume and the whole painting is grey, except for the dancing shoes, which are highlighted by the young man with red paint.

This one red accent instantly drew Qu Yasong's eyes back to the ballet dancer's shoes. He had thought that it was just a pair of red dancing shoes, but when he took a second look, he found that it was actually a pair of white dancing shoes stained red with blood.

Qu Yasong was easily moved by the painting. He could feel the confidence and pride of the ballet dancer in the woman's expression, and he could also feel the persistence and patience of the woman in the red dancing shoes.

The ballet dancer's perfect display of face and form comes from the constant practice of getting up and dancing, thus wearing out her feet. But even though her feet were bleeding, she still danced, maintaining her dignity with a smile and flawless dance moves, a dignity that a dancer holds for herself and cannot be shaken by others.

Qu Yasong covered his chest, which was beating wildly, deeply moved by this painting.

The proportions of the whole painting were well controlled by the teenager. Generally, learning to paint starts with sketching, before colour matching and display of mood.

But just now, he had only told the young man what to pay attention to and the origins of the painting, and he was able to produce such a work. He is a true genius!

Qu Yasong's breathing quickened and his eyes showed his appreciation as he said excitedly, "Little Qing, is this really your first time learning to paint? Have you learned to paint from your brother before? "

The strength displayed by the young man was a height that many painters would not be able to reach in their lifetime.

Bai Lixin tilted his head and said without pause, "No, I am too active. Unlike my brother, who likes to be quiet, if I were to sit still in front of the drawing board as I did just now, it would be worse than killing me. It is even still uncomfortable."

"Xiao Qing, you're a genius."

Qu Yasong couldn't help but pull Bai Lixin's hand to his face. He examined these slender, powerful hands and said lovingly, "I'm afraid you yourself don't even realise how outstanding the paintings that will be created from these hands of yours will be. Su Qing, you will be a rising star in the world of painting. "

Bai Lixin smiled and drew back his hand without a trace: "I won't enter the painting world. I am learning to paint just to know more about the sea of clouds. My dream is to dance. I want to become a world-class dancer. "

Qu Yasong smiled, but the ecstasy in his eyes slowly cooled. He looked at the work Bai Lixin had just finished, and then at the teenager's determined expression, and he said regretfully, "In that case, I respect your choice."

He was reluctant to force the teenager. Even if he was a painting genius, but did not like it, then all this talent would just be a burden to him.

When he heard that Qu Yasong would not force him, Bai Lixin's heart rejoiced. Although angel Qu Yasong had a crazy obsession with painting, even so, he still considered his feelings. Sure enough, Qu Yasong's favourite thing is still him, not painting!

It was getting late, and Bai Lixin had a class the next day, so he couldn't stay in the studio much longer. They both went back to their rooms to rest, regretful but unable to show it on their faces.

From that day onwards, Bai Lixin made it a habit to go to the studio to see Qu Yasong as soon as school was over.

Later on, the two of them went to and from school together in the car, and angel Qu Yasong never mentioned letting Bai Lixin go back to the Su house.

Time flew by in a flash. The two felt that in the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed, and it was time for Bai Lixin to have his cast removed.

Today happened to be the day when the demon Qu Yasong was hogging the body, and when he heard that Bai Lixin was going to have his cast removed, he picked him up without saying a word, accompanying him to the hospital.

Bai Lixin was very excited. He kept tugging on the demon's sleeve, laughing and saying that he would be able to break dance, street dance, and even folk and tap dance after his leg was removed from its bandage.

Qu Yasong felt a warmth in his own body as he felt the laughter emanating from the boy.

He narrowed his eyes and ran his hand unobtrusively over the boy's lean waist as he tugged at his sleeve. After a few moments of touching, the demon's face froze, and he casually pulled his leg over to cover his unspeakable lower abdomen and continued to smile as if nothing was wrong, as he listened to the teenager's vision of the future.

As the RV slowly drove down the tarmac, the demon Qu Yasong took two deep breaths and squeezed his legs tighter.

The moment the car came to a halt at the hospital entrance, Bai Lixin let go of Qu Yasong's arm and, like a fluttering bird, stepped out sharply on his crutches.

Qu Yasong smiled awkwardly, "You go in first and wait for me. I'll make a phone call and be right there."

Bai Lixin nodded and turned around to walk toward the hospital.

The moment he turned around, Bai Lixin untraceable glanced between the man's legs and laughed in his heart, "Pervert, he shouldn't be in estrus, could he?"

He hummed a tune in his heart, leaning on his crutches leisurely towards the hospital.

s419m's voice rang out in his mind: [Master, is it time to use the dimensional points to repair the leg ailment?]

Bai Lixin snorted twice and said, [Never, it's not the right time yet. Since it's broken, let it remain broken for now.]

[Yes, Lord Host, all at your command.] After answering, s419m paused for a moment and added, [Lord host, I have one more thing to tell you.]

At this time, Bai Lixin had already walked to the hospital entrance, and just as he stood at the entrance, the electronic sensor door opened.

As he walked inside, Bai Lixin said, [Speak.]

[I can feel the fluctuation of the Lord God's soul fragment now.]

Bai Lixin's raised foot gave a slight pause and fell again naturally: [You felt it? Isn't there a boundary wrapped around the Lord God's soul fragment? How could you feel it?]

[The boundary has cracked, and I don't know the reason for it yet, but I secretly scanned Qu Yasong's soul and found that a slight aura of the Lord God's soul leaked out from inside both of his souls. It seems that your previous guesses were correct. Mr. Qu Yasong's two souls are both Lord God's soul fragments. Not only that, but I discovered that these two souls are gradually fusing into one.]

Bai Lixin's body stopped, [Fusing?]

[In fact, although there are two souls within Lord Qu Yasong, they are both Lord God's souls and were originally one, so fusion is only natural. But because the attributes of these two soul fragments happen to be divergent, the two souls were incompatible with each other when we first arrived.]

[They were like two parallel lines that never intersected. But after contact with you, these two souls began to fuse, only that their fusion speed is too slow. I think if it were you, Lord Host, you could definitely make these two souls fuse into one.]

[What about the memories of Qu Yasong after fusing into one?] Bai Lixin asked, [And how do I make them fuse?]

s419m replied, [In theory, the memories should be shared, but the Lord God's soul is not something that intelligence like me can guess, and we will not know how it will be until after it is fused. I can only tell you my observations and guesses as to how the fusion took place.]

[The first time these two souls started fusing was the night they made love to you, and the second time they fused further was after learning that Zhao Yunhai was cheating on you with Su Ruo. I think they fused because they share a common point of perception, either an abnormal fondness for something or someone or a strong antipathy towards something or someone.]

Bai Lixin rolled his eyes; the previous sentence shouldn't have said. It was like asking a weather expert "Is it a cold or warm winter this year?" only to have the expert come back and say, "We won't know if it's a cold or warm winter until this year is over."

But he paid attention to the second bit of s419M's statement. He thought about his leg, which was about to be removed from its cast, and about Zhao Yunhai and Su Ruo, who were far away, and came up with a plan.

Since you guys are having such a good time abroad, why don't you do something that will help my Qu Yasong?

He was still thinking about how to arouse the shared senses of demon and angel Qu Yasong when he suddenly felt a sinking feeling on his shoulder. He turned his head to look beside him. It was Qu Yasong.

He had just changed in the car, taking off the black suit jacket and replacing it with a light trench coat.

The trench coat just covered Qu Yasong's lower abdomen, and when Bai Lixin swept the corner of his eyes, he could only vaguely see the slight bulge there, but it was not obvious.

Bai Lixin smirked and hurriedly turned his head away.

Qu Yasong did not suspect him, so he took Bai Lixin and went to the doctor.

Since he had already made an appointment, Bai Lixin arrived just in time for his turn, and they didn't have to wait.

It was not a difficult procedure. The doctor used a plaster knife to carefully cut an opening, followed the incision to cut the cast in half and then carefully removed the cast.

Bai Lixin tried to move his ankle, but he did not feel any pain and seemed to be recovering well.

He smiled and slowly stood up from the bed and took a tentative step forward.

But as soon as he did so, his whole face changed.

Bai Lixin's face changed dramatically, and he took a few more steps forward, stumbling and nearly falling to the ground. He held onto the wall, panting heavily while looking at his feet incredulously.

Qu Yasong was angry when he saw this. He took two steps towards Bai Lixin and gathered him into his arms, asking the doctor in a cold voice, "What is going on here?"

The doctor felt his hair stand up. He shivered and said, "His left sole was deformed after he broke his leg. Although we did the surgery on time, there were still sequelae and it was not completely repaired...I had already told his family about this at that time."

Bai Lixin buried his head in Qu Ya Song's arms and cried out in despair, "Do you mean I'll be a cripple from now on, doctor?"

Then he shrank his whole head into Qu Ya Song's arms. He was trembling and forcing himself not to laugh.

Eh, life is like a drama, it all depends on acting.

Qu Ya Song gave the doctor a cold look and said, "His family? What family? "

"A brother who looks exactly like him and a man who came with him."

The doctor was so frightened by Qu Yasong that he hurriedly answered, saying everything he could.

Qu Yasong's heart was filled with anger.

Su Ruo and Zhao Yunhai, you knew from the start that Su Qing's leg would not recover, yet you still left him here to enjoy yourselves.

If he hadn't been looking after the boy for a while, would the teenager have come over alone when it was time to have his cast removed?

If he had gotten this news when alone, how much despair would he have had to face such a blow, given his love of dancing?