North Mingzi Han's first thought was how could someone so young have any admiration? But he immediately realized that this was an adult's soul, so it was possible to have admiration.

Emotions are a mysterious thing. If someone likes you, no matter what kind of liking it is, it can only be good, right? At least, Beiming Zihan believed so. Therefore, he didn't think too much about things like admiration. Who could stop Wu You from liking anyone? Moreover, that person was himself.

As his energy gradually drained away, Wuyou and him stayed pressed together for a long time. He felt himself becoming increasingly exhausted, going from being embraced by Beiming Zihan at the beginning to ending up completely limp, until he eventually passed out.

The faint light was transferred from Wuyou's body to Beiming Zihan's. The power of the Blood Lotus was actually very strong, it's just that Wuyou didn't know how to use it. Now, Beiming Zihan has gained an advantage.

Beiming Zihan closed his eyes and waited for the power to fully integrate. In fact, it only took a little bit of time. Afterwards, he got out of the bathtub worry-free and went to bed for a nice sleep.

It's not that Beiming Zihan is lazy, but rather that his power suddenly increased significantly. His body needs time to adapt, and sleeping really is the best way. The reason why there are so few demonic cultivators in the world is not because they harm countless people, but because their cultivation methods are too extraordinary.

I ask, when someone else has to toil and struggle for a whole year, but you effortlessly accomplish the same thing in just a month or even less, how can there not be anyone coveting your techniques?

The so-called demonic cultivators are simply a human designation. Most of them are exterminated by the righteous martial arts world.

Another day passed, Beiming Zihan woke up from his dreams. In the past, cultivation was his best form of sleep, but today was an exception. He felt refreshed and invigorated.

Wuyou's entire body was sprawled over him, saliva dripping onto his chest. It was as if she had dreamt of something delicious, her mouth smack-smacking.

Because of the feeling of his hands, Beiming Zihan touched him a few more times, waking him up without leaving a trace. He smoothly withdrew his hand and asked, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"... The meaning of this question implies that you don't admit to waking the person up, huh?"

Wuyou woke up feeling a bit confused: "Chicken leg! Where is the chicken leg?"

Beiming Zihan: "..." It's really dreaming of something delicious.

Wu You expressed some resentment: "I dreamt of eating a chicken leg, but then a hooligan snatched it from me and even tried to take advantage of me by touching me. I was so scared that I woke up. I need some time to plan, and then I will go back to sleep and seek revenge on that old hooligan!"

Beiming Zihan: "......" Who was the old hooligan talking about? How could he let you fall asleep at this time?

Beiming Zihan picked up the person with a cold expression. "Alright, let's test your physical condition. Starting from now, you will need to take a prescribed medicine every day to regulate your body. If nothing unexpected occurs, you should be able to resume cultivation in three days."

Wu You furrowed his eyebrows and said, "Do we still have to wait for three more days? Alright, but by that time, won't it have already been five days as we agreed?"

Beiming Zihan nodded and said, "Hmm, so three days later I won't have the time to assist you in your cultivation. Once I resolve the matters here, we can take things slowly."

Wuyou nodded obediently and said, "Mm, then I'll go back to sleep. I feel uncomfortable all over, and I want to snatch back the chicken leg that the old hooligan had taken."

Bei Ming Zi Han: "...Xiao Li!"

The door creaked open: "Xiao Li is here."

Wu You was scared and quickly used a blanket to protect himself. Xiao Li on the other side was still a girl, after all, and he was a boy! He hadn't even put on his clothes yet.

Hiding and peering, Wu You glanced at Bei Ming Zihan. Just a moment ago, he was also completely naked. Huh? With a quick glance, when did this guy already get dressed neatly?

Beiming Zihan threw a recipe over: "Put the grassland mentioned on it into the bathtub, and do not make the slightest mistake."

Xiao Li, with utmost respect, even if Bei Ming Zihan were standing there without clothes on, it wouldn't be a problem because Xiao Li kept her head down the whole time, never lifting her eyes, let alone seeing anything.

Wuyou watched as Xiaoli walked through the door once again, feeling a mix of complex emotions. She couldn't help but wonder, "She used to target you so much before. Now she's so obedient. What did you do? Are you really sure nothing happened between you two?"

The phrase "無憂這句話問的忐忑，同時又有些委屈，好像北冥子寒真和小梨有什麼，他就難過一樣。" can be translated into English as follows:

Wuyou felt uneasy when these words were asked, and at the same time, he felt a bit upset, as if he would be saddened by any connection between Beiming Zihan and Xiaoli.

Beiming Zihan: "..." He patiently explained one more time, and this would also be the final time: "I have never been attracted to any woman before, and her? She's not worthy!"

Wuyou: "......" Suddenly, my mood improved. Then, I realized that being a mysophobic is indeed different from others. It's already exhausting to pretend to be gentle in front of outsiders, should I also continue to pretend to be affectionate in bed with women? That would be so tiring.

In addition, it seems that Beiming Zihan doesn't have much patience. Based on my deduction, it is likely that there is no one he likes, let alone someone he has been with~

By the way, it seems that being obsessed with snakes and being in love are difficult to reconcile. With his personality, it's normal for him to say that he'll be single for life, right? How many girls can tolerate someone so cold-hearted? The trembling Wuyou, who is always shivering, is a good example.

Anyways, Wuyou's mood is still good now. He leisurely gets up and puts on his clothes. It's just that his legs feel weak when he gets out of bed. Damn it! Isn't it just a kiss? The side effects feel like having fought hundreds of rounds with River Crabs. It's simply unbearable!

Xiao Li didn't bring medicine first, but a large pile of food. She had long known about the times when Wuyou would get hungry, and coupled with Beiming Zihan's concern for Wuyou, she promised to take good care of Wuyou.

Saying that the treasure is not just nonsense. If I had experienced the same thing with that scoundrel Beiming Ziqi before, Beiming Zihan would probably have left me a long time ago to find a cooler place to stay. Sacrificing oneself to save another? That's a legend.

After this incident, Xiao Li became even more aware of Wu Yong's position by Bei Ming Zi Han's side. Those who didn't know would think he was his master's younger brother, or maybe even his own son? No, that's not right. The master is only twenty years old, so it's a bit too far-fetched to assume he has a son.

Wuyou climbed onto the chair cheerfully, gnawing on the chicken leg: "I'm going to eat the chicken leg that the old hooligan stole from me in my dream."

Beiming Zihan: "..." It's sometimes a good thing to have no expression on one's face, and it's also a good thing to speak less, but at this moment, it's a bit frustrating.

Beiming Zihan didn't want to explain, and he couldn't explain it clearly either. Could he just say to Wuyou, "Shut up! Stop talking! The old rogue who took advantage of you in your dreams is me. I don't even know how I ended up stealing your chicken leg..."

How could I possibly say it out loud! At most, Beiming Zihan wanted to ask, "What the fuck? I'm in my prime at twenty, with an absolutely stunning appearance that rivals jade. How can you call me an old pervert? Are you out of your mind?"

Now! All the unspeakable words turned into appetite. Because of the sudden surge in power from his cultivation technique, Beiming Zihan, with childlike joy, actually fought with Wu You to grab a chicken leg.

Actually, it can't really be called stealing. It's just a slightly faster way of eating, almost imperceptible, and consuming a little more.

When Wuyou took a bite out of a chicken leg, half of the chicken legs on the plate disappeared. And when he finished the second one, all the chicken legs on the plate were gone...

Wuyou: "QWQ... Where is my chicken leg?"

Beiming Zihan calmly wiped his mouth and put down the handkerchief, saying, "Probably flew away..."