Curse Or Cure?

Chaos Is What Kills Us All

When Wen Kexing arrives, Ye Baiyi and Zhou Zishu are fighting.

Concerned, Wen Kexing uses the crimson energy to propel himself towards them, just as Zhou Zishu jumps in the air and twirls away from the man in white. Wen Kexing catches Zhou Zishu by his waist, following his momentum of a twirl, until they safely land down a fair distance away from Ye Baiyi.

Immediately, Ye Baiyi lunges for them and Wen Kexing doesn't even have the time to be afraid and acts purely on instinct. Red smoke comes forward to block Ye Baiyi's open palm strike, a shield that breaks the moment Ye Baiyi comes in contact with it but the shatter of it pushes him back.

The shield broke.

Wen Kexing pushes Zhou Zishu behind him, even though logically he knew fighting physically would not end well for him, Wen Kexing was more than willing to put his life on the line for the protection of his lover. He stops Zhou Zishu from stepping forward with an arm out, silk purple sleeve falls to provide more blockage. These robes are not suited to fight, they're purely decorative. Wen Kexing inwardly cursed himself out.

"What are you doing?" Wen Kexing demanded, easing the fear in his heart. 

His energy-created shield broke.

"You brat, where did you come from?" Ye Baiyi calmly asked, seemingly not at all affected by the red wisps that floated around Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu seemingly leisurely. Like it was no problem he couldn't handle.

Ye Baiyi eyed the red smoke and smirked, "So it seems there are more alive. Tell me, brat, you can control that energy?"

"None of your business!" Wen Kexing retorted, "I don't like you, go away!"

"Alright, stop fighting," Zhou Zishu pushed Wen Kexing's arm down to move in front of him, much to Wen Kexing's own offense.

Zhou Zishu straightens out his robes, the disheveled appearance just now processing in Wen Kexing's head, "Damn it. I just experienced what women feel like getting harassed for no reason."

Wen Kexing furrowed his brows, glaring at Ye Baiyi who looked over Wen Kexing with interest. Zhou Zishu steps more in front of Wen Kexing, as if though to block his view.

"We just met, and don't know anything about each other. I can't trouble you to treat my injuries."

"Are you stupid?" Wen Kexing asked, shoving at Zhou Zishu's back in annoyance. It irritated him how Zhou Zishu didn't even move at the shove, his stance firm and unyielding, "Why are you being polite to this boy toy? What? You're going to leave me for him, now?"

Wen Kexing huffed at the exasperation that surrounded Zhou Zishu at his words. He had no right to be frustrated with Wen Kexing, he was the one that left to go follow some handsome man outside and "talk"!

"What did you call me?" The mirth in Ye Baiyi's eyes made Wen Kexing feel like a child again. The way his mother would look at him and laugh when he asked a particularly stupid question, "Boy toy?"

"Am I wrong?" Wen Kexing taunted, feeling unusually cruel, "Have you looked at yourself in a mirror?"

Ye Baiyi scoffed, ignoring Wen Kexing in favor of Zhou Zishu, "Qin Hauizhang's disciple, if you don't want to trouble me, answer me this: how much longer can you live?"