Yuanshen everyone has become my figure

Chu Luye couldn't help taking a step back, his face under the black hair was already as red as a boiled tomato.

For some reason, he actually saw a bit of piety from Mandrill's posture, as if this action didn't mean anything to him, and it was purely to achieve a certain purpose.

Chu Luye took a deep breath, trying to break free from the scene that was associated in his mind.

He silently introspected in his heart, calm down, Mandrill didn't know anything, he was just trying to temporarily divert the demon god's grievances that hindered the healing of the wound, it was no different from the previous time.

Mandrill's actions have reached this point, and Chu Luye has already guessed what he is going to do.

And the facts were exactly as he had imagined, strands of resentment from the demon god emerged from Mandrill's body, most of which came from the wings on his back.

They slowly wrapped around the strand of black hair along the part where Mandrill's lips touched the hair.

Chu Luye immediately wanted to turn to Mandrill's back to see if his wings were retracted and if the wound healed faster.

However, the accident happened at this moment.

The grievances entangled in the hair suddenly became agitated, as if dissatisfied with the narrowness of the medium to carry them, they surged up one after another, wanting to return to the body of the originally selected object.

Mandrill seemed to have anticipated this a long time ago, and quickly pushed down those restless resentments and hair with a flip of his hands.

However, seeing that this sudden change was about to disappear invisible, Mandrill suddenly let out a muffled snort, and pressed his chest.

His dark green hair suddenly turned dark red.

Those resentments took this opportunity to entangle them again.

Originally, this was nothing, but some resentment that had just escaped returned to the body.

But the Red Drill could not stand in the way, and the resentment rushing back was not as slow and uniform as their departure speed, and they left one by one, but slammed back hard like a full-loaded truck rushing into it.

Mandrill groaned in pain.

The dark green hair turned into a blood-stained dark red in an instant.

The wings on his back that had begun to slowly retract at this moment also grew wide and thick, and when they were stretched out, they could almost cover half of the ceiling.

Bloody bandages torn by wings were scattered all over the floor.

At this moment, Red Mandrill opened his eyes.

The same golden color, the same redness at the end of the eyes, but Chu Luye can easily tell that the soul in the body revealed by these eyes is no longer the same.

Red Mandrill rolled his eyes, looked at the messy surroundings, and slowly burst into a happy smile.

"...are you glad to see me, friend?"

Chu Luye slowly lowered his expression, a sharp light appeared in his dark eyes.

He was silent for a while, and slowly approached where Hongdrill was standing.

Red Mandrill opened his arms as if he didn't know anything, tilted his head and smiled:

"Do you want a long-lost reunion hug? Come on, friend, I will hug you tightly."

The thick green-gold wings on his back are also stretched out together with his arms in a gesture of hugging.

Chu Luye walked up to Hongdrill.

Red Mandrill opened his arms wide open, seemingly unprepared, waiting for him to give him a friend's goodbye hug.

Chu Luye stared at Hongdrill, observed his expression, and suddenly reached out to lift his forehead hair, tiptoed and kissed his forehead.

Hongdrill's eyes widened in astonishment for a moment, and his outstretched arms slowly lowered.

He blinked those golden eyes, and suddenly smiled happily.

"Are you wondering why those grievances didn't linger on you, obviously you did the same thing as him?"

Red Mandrill's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his head as if enjoying himself: "After all, you are a fairy, and of course it is different for a fairy to do the same thing as for you to do it."

"Oh! I didn't mean that you can't compare with him. In my eyes, you are much better than him."

Red Mandrill patched quickly.

"However... I didn't expect you to be able to do this. It's not a loss to come out this time."

He squinted his eyes and smiled like a cat stealing fish.

Chu Luye had already backed away from Hongdrill when he realized that this action hadn't had the effect it should have.

He didn't respond to Red Mandrill's slamming words or other speeches, he just lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice:

"You have, way, let him, come back."

Red Mandrill blinked and said with a smile, "Of course I have."

"For people who are engulfed in resentment, the limbs that are shackled are different. Generally speaking, resentment will choose the parts that touch them first."

"On your body, this part is the hair, but on his body, this part is his most important part—the wings."

He smiled and pointed to his forehead.

"So, you kissed the wrong place just now. If you had chosen wings in the first place, this kiss would not have fallen on my head."

"Well... So I should be glad that you chose the forehead, otherwise I won't get anything this trip, so I have to go back."

Red Mandrill rested his chin and muttered thoughtfully.

... as if it were true.

Chu Luye thought in his heart that he had calmed down from the previous impulsive emotions.

Chuluye knew very well that Hongdrill's words were half-truths and half-false, and it was hard to say whether his words were just on the spur of the moment, just for fun.

Otherwise, what he said would not be inconsistent and full of loopholes.

And he is not without other ways to solve this matter.

"I can go and find, Zhongli, sir."

Chu Luye said coldly.

"...Do you think I will be threatened by such words?"

Red Mandrill said so, but his face obviously sank.

Chu Luye knew it, he guessed right.

After all, whether it is Mandrill or Demon God's Resentment, the Emperor has a restraint relationship with them.

Then Red Mandrill, as a part of Mandrill that has been eroded by the resentment of the Demon God, no matter whether he respects or fears Mr. Zhongli, this card will definitely be able to suppress him.

Red Mandrill looked at Chu Luye's unmoved look, and understood that no matter whether it was a threat or a lure, his words had no effect on him.

He snorted.

"You are slightly better this time. The one just now is considered as compensation for letting me get soaked in water last time. If you want to ask me for help next time, you won't be able to do it if you don't get paid."

Red Mandrill said this, but before Chu Luye could react, his body quickly approached him.

The speed was as fast as if the pair of heavy-looking wings behind it didn't exist at all.

The already extremely short distance between the two immediately shrank to almost nothing.

Chu Luye was firmly held in his arms by Hongdrill's arms and the broad blue-gold wings on his back.

From the perspective of the outside, Chu Luye was almost buried under the thick feathers, only the top of his head with curly black hair was exposed.

Chu Luye was caught off guard, his eyes widened in the small space surrounded by wings, and only the scent of the other party was left in his breath.

It is the strong bloody smell that remains, and there is also a little unknown grass and woody fragrance faintly revealed under the suppression of the bloody smell.

And Reddrill squinted its golden eyes contentedly, like a cat hugging its most cherished toy, tightly hugging Chu Luye in its arms and refused to let go.

"Look, it's good to have wings? Can he hold you in his arms like me?"

"you……!"

Chuluye didn't finish his sentence.

Taking advantage of his stuttering and slow speaking speed, Hongdrill simply rushed to Chu Luye's ear before Chu Luye became angry, and poured out what he wanted to say in one breath.

"The next time we meet, I'll ask you for the reward for helping last time. Goodbye~"

He put a playful coda at the end of the sentence with his breath, and when he finished speaking, he tilted his head and fell on Chu Luye's body without hesitation.

The crimson hair of the young fairy slowly faded back to dark green, and the broad blue-gold wings on the back were also slowly retracted into the body, leaving no trace of scars on the back.

Chu Luye was staggered by the sudden weight on his body and almost fell to the ground.

After finally holding up the drowsy Mandrill, he placed him on the sofa next to him.

Chu Luye breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on another sofa, and began to carefully sort out the series of events that happened before.

...First of all, that "difficult monster".

Previously, because he was concerned about Mandrill's injuries, he didn't have time to ask. Now that Chu Luye thought about it, that monster—or the curse spirit—could force the Red Mandrill out, and it must have super-level or higher strength.

Chu Luye certainly couldn't feel at ease with such a curse spirit wandering around their house.

In particular, Mandrill himself didn't know whether the curse spirit was exorcised or escaped in the end.

The choice of getting rid of the other party in order to protect themselves is not wise, and it is very difficult to implement, after all, they don't know where the curse spirit has gone now.

Even if you ask Gojo Satoru, facing such a situation without specific information, the other party is probably powerless.

... What's more, Chu Luye didn't want to ask Gojo Satoru for help. He believed that he still owed the other party a favor to help him investigate the truth. Before he found out the truth or returned the favor, he didn't want to have anything to do with Gojo Satoru.

Thinking this way, Chu Luye felt that the heat on his face that had been covered by the wings hadn't subsided yet.

He put the back of his hand against his cheek, intending to use the back of his hand to cool down his cheek, but the back of his hand was heated by the scorching heat of his face.

Chu Luye then put his hand on his earlobe instead, wanting to use the temperature from his ear to cool down his hot hand.

However, the heat on his ears also exceeded his expectations.

Chu Luye, who was once again warmed up, silently put down his hands, and put his face on the cold glass of the coffee table in resignation.

He rubbed against the glass of the coffee table and turned his head, then pressed his forehead against the glass in a decadent manner, trying to cool down his whole head in an all-round way.

...Sure enough, it's better to move quickly, change to a bigger house, and avoid that special curse that I don't know if I'm still alive or not.

Chuluye thought so.

He leaned on the sofa and fell asleep in a daze without knowing it.

A night full of situations passed like this.

When Chu Luye was caught in the morning light and opened his eyes sleepily, what caught his eyes was a handsome, majestic yet gentle face.

Zhong Li was hugging Chu Luye who was wrapped in a blanket, and walked upstairs steadily step by step.

He lowered his head, and found that Chu Luye was half-opening his eyes in a daze, as if he was about to wake up, and said in a low voice, "...Did I wake you up, traveler?"

"There is still a while before breakfast, you can still sleep a little longer, you don't have to get up so soon."