Chapter 109: The Cold and Detached Master Reads the Mind of the Dragon Protagonist and Goes Crazy (17)

Chapter 109: The Cold and Detached Master Reads the Mind of the Dragon Protagonist and Goes Crazy (17)

Si Yuanye regained his composure from the daze.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Song Chuyi observed Si Yuanye, noticing his slightly red eyes, and asked uncertainly, "Is it possible that you were enchanted by me and consumed by desire?"

"Otherwise, why the sudden boldness?"

Si Yuanye fell into a brief silence.

He replied almost inaudibly, "Hmm."

Indeed, desire had momentarily taken control for a moment, to the point where he didn't realize what he had done.

Only when Song Chuyi mentioned the "cat" did he come to his senses.

Song Chuyi tutted in amazement, "Heat-averse kitty, you're really impressive now."

At the same time, he spoke to Dan Wen telepathically, "Old man, look, I told you I could seduce the kitty!"

"Hehe."

Dan Wen: "..."

"I'm getting old." Dan Wen fell into complete silence.

Although Si Yuanye couldn't hear the strand of soul, Song Chuyi's distraction at this moment to speak to the strand of soul in his sea of consciousness deeply concerned him.

He raised his hand and gently touched Song Chuyi's forehead with his index finger.

"He shouldn’t remain in your sea of consciousness."

A faint black glow emanated from his fingertip.

Startled, Song Chuyi quickly grabbed Si Yuanye’s hand.

"Cat, what are you doing?"

"Spirit," Si Yuanye's voice was hoarse, "There’s a strand of spirit in your sea of consciousness."

Song Chuyi: !!!

"He actually knows! No wonder he’s such a formidable villain!"

If the timing were right, he would have clapped.

"Wait, you’re not planning to forcibly extract the old man, are you?"

Song Chuyi flipped over, somehow mustering the strength to pin Si Yuanye beneath him.

"No, no way."

"The old man is a powerful Dan Zun, and now only a strand of his spirit remains. If you extract him, won't he die?"

Song Chuyi frowned.

"We can't do that."

Si Yuanye lay on his back, looking at the young man sitting on top of him.

It was the first time this young man had furrowed his brow in front of him, and it was actually for the sake of a strand of divine soul.

A sense of displeasure rose in his heart.

"Do you care about him that much?"

Song Chuyi nodded, "Grandpa is really great and taught me many elixir recipes."

"He also mentioned there’s an elixir that can purge the demonic bloodline from your body."

Si Yuanye was taken aback.

"Did you grow the Moonlit Grass for me?"

"Of course!" Song Chuyi's voice was firm, "It must have been for you, right? It must have been for you, right? Otherwise, why would I drip my blood onto it every day? My blood is very precious, you know."

Si Yuanye pursed his lips, "I assumed..."

His speech slowed considerably, "I thought you were trying to revive him."

"Hmm?" Song Chuyi let out a soft sound of surprise, "You can bring Grandpa back to life?"

"How can he be brought back to life? Using the Moonlit Grass?"

As he asked, his eyes became increasingly bright.

"Tell me, quickly!"

Si Yuanye held down Song Chuyi's restless waist and then slowly spoke.

"The demon clan has a secret technique that allows one to be reborn in a new body as long as the soul remains intact."

"However, it requires the Moonlit Grass as a catalyst, and at midnight, under the full moon’s light, with the protection of a Demon Lord, one can be resurrected."

"Wow, really?" Song Chuyi patted Si Yuanye's chest, "So Grandpa can be brought back to life?"

"That’s fantastic!"

"Then Grandpa can handle his own request."

Si Yuanye's eyes darkened. "What request?"

"He asked me to protect his descendants and pass on his elixir formulas to them."

Song Chuyi sighed.

"But I’ve been with my Master and haven’t had the chance to find Grandpa’s descendants."

"What’s his last name?" Si Yuanye asked again.

"Single. Grandpa said his name is Dan Wen."

Si Yuanye: …

"Dan Wen?" He twitched at the corner of his mouth. Isn’t this Dan Yong’s Master?

He never expected that a thread of his divine soul still remained.

"I know who his descendant is, and I can help you resurrect him."

"However, there’s a condition."

He stared at Song Chuyi’s lips, his eyes stormy, and then, as if resigning himself to fate, he gently closed his eyes.

"Kiss me once more."

His body murmured this low desire.

Resigned, he conceded.

Desiring to be kissed by him again.

Just one more time.

Without hesitation, Song Chuyi leaned down and kissed him again.

A black mist rose from Si Yuanye’s brow and enveloped him.

From his slender ankles to his slim waist, and then to the hand supporting him, the black mist caressed him.

They seemed ready to consume him, but ultimately, they couldn’t bear to see him wither, so they gently touched him before dispersing.

Reluctantly, they entwined around him again.

After several repetitions, Song Chuyi felt something furry near his mouth.

He opened his eyes and, to his surprise, Si Yuanye was gone, replaced by a bewildered white Maine Coon cat lying on the bed.

Song Chuyi couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

"Silly kitty, hahaha!"

He scooped up the cat, "Come on, Little White! Let’s go play!"

Si Yuanye, having reverted to his original form due to overwhelming emotions and a lack of self-control, was speechless.

Resigned, he accepted his fate.

Other demons were unaware of their Demon Lord’s original form and were not particularly interested.

After all, the original form was a highly sensitive topic for every demon and was generally not discussed.

So, when Song Chuyi carried Little White out, many demons looked over curiously.

"Honored Song, where did you find this white cat?"

Song Chuyi smiled and said, "I found him. Isn’t he cute?"

He took the opportunity to stroke Little White’s tail, "My Little White is the cutest!"

Seeing this, the demons eagerly volunteered.

"Honored Song, I... I am also a cat. Would you mind having another black cat?"

"I may not be a cat, but I am a tiger, the kind that can roll around on the ground."

"I... I'm a lil' mouse, I've got fur too."

…………

Si Yuanye, being held in Song Chuyi’s arms: ...

Well, this is just perfect.

These demons are really too idle, they actually come in front of me to compete for favor.

Si Yuanye swung his tail and wrapped it around Song Chuyi's wrist, exuding possessiveness.

One of the demons spotted his move and immediately tattled, "Master Song! This cat is too possessive, he actually wrapped his tail around your wrist."

"Unlike me, if Master Song is willing to hold me, I’ll definitely introduce my brothers and sisters to you!"

"We’re all bunnies, though not as long as this cat’s tail, our tails can bounce!"

The demons vied to recommend themselves, almost transforming into their original forms on the spot.

Song Chuyi calmed everyone down, then carried Little White back to the palace.

"Everyone is really enthusiastic." He gently squeezed Little White’s paw pads, "But don’t worry, I love you the most!"

Hearing Song Chuyi's straightforward and passionate confession, Si Yuanye's white fur faintly tinged with a hint of pink.

He stretched out his paw, pressing his paw pad against Song Chuyi’s lips.

"Stupid apprentice, be quiet."