Chapter 2705 The Mad City Lord's Love-Hate Relationship 27

The disciple who had been discussing the matter most fiercely couldn't help but speak up, "Senior Brother! Isn't this against the rules? This person was brought back by Junior Uncle first!"

"Even if... even if you want it too, there should be a first-come, first-served principle..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jin Chen turned around and glanced at him, freezing him in place.

"If I ever hear the word 'furnace' from your mouth again, you'll face the consequences."

The disciple trembled, his face contorted, and he quickly bowed his head, daring not to say another word.

Yin Chaosheng couldn't help but smile, but quickly suppressed it, pretending to be obedient. He gently shook Jin Chen's sleeve and said softly, "Senior brother... I think I twisted my ankle and can't walk."

He looked up at Jin Chen, a sly glint in his eyes.

Yin Chaosheng had never seen Jin Chen dressed in a white Taoist robe, looking elegant and aloof, like a banished immortal, completely different from the mad dog who had been pestering him in the ghost city.

This stark contrast made him itchy with desire, wishing he could tear the white robe to shreds immediately and see if the soul beneath was still the one he both hated and adored.

He wanted to act cute, to make Jin Chen break her rules and lose her composure in front of his former "fellow disciples".

Jin Chen lowered her eyes, reached out and touched Yin Chaosheng's long eyelashes, finding it somewhat amusing, "Then what do you want to do?"

"Hold me." Yin Chao said matter-of-factly, opening his arms wide, his eyes fixed on him with a mixture of provocation and expectation.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Chen actually bent down, put his arms under the boy's knees and back, and easily lifted the boy up in his arms.

He picked up Yin Chaosheng, turned around and walked towards his own courtyard, changing his original plan to go out.

Chu Jiushan also stood in the crowd, watching his senior brother carry the red-clothed boy away, a brief look of confusion and struggle flashing in his eyes.

Yin Chaosheng's appearance was like a thorn, puncturing the bubble of his long-held illusion, making him vaguely remember that everything here... was fake.

But when he turned his head and saw his junior uncle's concerned face, his remaining clarity was quickly overwhelmed by the illusion of warmth.

Jin Chen's courtyard.

Jin Chen placed Yin Chaosheng on a cushioned couch inside the room.

Yin Chaosheng immediately became as if he had no bones, softly hooking his arm around Jin Chen's neck and refusing to let go.

He curled a strand of his dark hair, gently brushing the end against Jin Chen's cheek, his eyes hazy, his breath sweet as orchids, "Senior brother... look at my eyes, they're so impure."

Yin Chaosheng deliberately brought his lips close to Jin Chen's lips, lightly brushing against them, then turned and took his earlobe into his mouth, gently licking it with the tip of his tongue, "Really, you don't want me to be your furnace, do you..."

Jin Chen glanced down at him, letting him do as he pleased. She reached out and brushed aside the hem of his crimson robe, revealing his slender ankles, and asked, "What happened to the bloodstains on your clothes?"

Yin Chaosheng leaned back, propped himself up with his elbow, raised his other foot, and lightly stepped on Jin Chen's abs with his toe, speaking in a coquettish tone.

"I'm injured, senior brother... please help me."

Jin Chen carefully examined his calf and was relieved to find no injuries.

He raised his eyes and looked directly into Yin Chaosheng's eerie pupils. "Why is the city lord in this nightmare?"

"What city lord? Senior brother, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

Yin Chaosheng blinked his innocent big eyes, grinned and pretended to be silly, tilting his head, looking both innocent and alluring, "Senior brother, are you going to keep me here?"

Jin Chen grasped the thin red belt around his waist, gave it a gentle tug, leaned closer, and was happy to continue this ambiguous game. "In that case, if you want to stay, shouldn't you pay a price?"

Yin Chaosheng took the initiative to go up to Jin Chen and affectionately rubbed his nose against hers, their breaths mingling, creating an extremely romantic atmosphere.

"Senior brother, then... please be gentle."

Jinchen: "..."

[The villain's heart rate is detected +12, totaling 60! 】

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Within just two days, rumors began to spread throughout the Xun Gua Sect.

It is said that the eldest brother, Jin Chen, is bewitched by that mysterious red-clothed spirit, spending his days and nights in the courtyard, and even no longer attending his daily morning lessons.

Even when he occasionally appeared, the spirit would cling to him, wishing he could hold her in his arms while they practiced swordsmanship. Their intimate behavior was simply indecent!

The rumors, which started from nowhere, spread like wildfire, embellished and intensified.

Many disciples looked towards Jin Chen's courtyard with disdain in their eyes.

The sky was overcast that day, forming a continuous curtain of rain that shrouded the entire Xun Gua Zong sect in a damp, cold, and gloomy atmosphere.

Amid the sound of rain, dozens of disciples wielding long swords gathered outside Jin Chen's courtyard.

Their faces were filled with indignation as they surrounded the courtyard. Leading them was the disciple who had been frightened away by Jin Chen's gaze that day.

"You monster! Come out here! Senior Brother must have been bewitched by you!"

"Today we must rid the people of this scourge!"

Yin Chaosheng leaned lazily against the door frame, seemingly having just woken up. His long hair was slightly disheveled, and his crimson clothes were loosely tied, revealing ambiguous red marks on his neck.

He didn't care at all, he slightly tugged at his collar, and his beautiful eyes lazily swept across the crowd, landing on Chu Jiushan who was standing at the back of the crowd.

“You,” Yin Chaosheng’s voice carried a hint of casual mockery, “haven’t you woken up yet?”

Chu Jiushan's face was deathly pale, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Looking at his fellow disciples, who were so real before him, and listening to their angry shouts, then looking at Yin Chaosheng, he was torn between his own feelings and his inner turmoil.

Every time he saw Yin Chaosheng, it was like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head, reminding him that it was all an illusory nightmare.

"This is so boring." Yin Chaosheng yawned, losing his patience.

"Perfect timing. I'm tired of this jar too. I'll take Jin Chen to play with some other jars later."

Before he could finish speaking, his figure suddenly blurred.

The next instant, the crimson figure moved like a ghost in the rain, its fingertips swirling with eerie ghostly energy. Wherever it passed, sword energy and runes shattered, and screams rose and fell.

Those "disciples" who were surrounding him were easily torn apart like paper, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating!

A suffocating ghostly aura spread out, enveloping the entire courtyard.

"Monster! You dare kill us! Our senior brother will not let you get away with this!" The leading disciple retreated in fear, shouting in a show of bravado but with a weak heart.

However, before he could finish speaking, a cold longsword pierced through his back!

He looked down in astonishment at the sword tip protruding from his chest, then turned his head away with difficulty.

In the rain, Jin Chen, dressed in a spotless white robe and holding an oil-paper umbrella, slowly drew a long sword from behind the disciple with his other hand. Blood rolled down from the tip of the sword and dripped onto the muddy ground, where it was quickly washed away by the rain.

The oil-paper umbrella was slightly raised, revealing Jin Chen's calm and composed expression.

"Senior Brother!!" the surviving disciples cried out excitedly. "Senior Brother! Kill this fiend! Don't let him bewitch you again!"

Jin Chen's gaze swept over these "fellow disciples".

False concern, real fear.

He curled his lips into a smile. "Confused? What are you then? You're nothing but a bunch of wandering souls and remnants nurtured by nightmares."

Upon hearing this, the disciples' expressions immediately turned ferocious and savage.

Their facade of kindness was completely torn away, revealing the venomous nature of their nightmare.

They couldn't understand why Jin Chen, despite being in this meticulously crafted illusion for so long, hadn't become even slightly addicted!

Yin Chaosheng stood in the torrential rain, surrounded by ghostly energy, his scarlet robes soaked through, making him appear even more eerie.

His pupils swirled with a sinister possessiveness, yet he deliberately tilted his head, giving Jin Chen a pitiful and dependent smile.

"Senior brother, they hit me."

Jin Chen, holding an umbrella, slowly walked past the mess of corpses and bloodstains on the ground, and stood in front of Yin Chaosheng.

Rainwater slid down the edge of the umbrella, forming a curtain of water. Jin Chen tilted the umbrella slightly, covering Yin Chaosheng under it, and kissed him in the corner of his eye.

He spoke in a low voice, his tone indulgent.

"Have you had enough fun? Let's move on to the next jar."

Yin Chaosheng leaned into his arms, hooking a strand of his dark hair with his fingertips, his smile enigmatic.