Shizun, Misunderstood this Disciple As a Hero. [bl]

Chapter 39: Shizun's fucking disciple (not me) made his entry.

It had been a few hours since Xiu Qiangshu had been mad at Yun Lixin.

Shizun must be hungry, Yun Lixin thought.

"Your Majesty, You didn't have to cook and trouble yourself; we already have someone who cooks human food." General Miang said, leaning against the counter. She stood erect, a cold expression on her face, which was her default face.

Yun Lixin passed the bowl of noodles on a tray, which Xiu Qinagshu never got tired of. He always seemed to love noodles more than any other food. Yun Lixin also put a bowl of wonton and soup on the tray.

"I wanted to make something for him myself." Yun Lixin answered without even looking at her. "Give this to Shizun."

General Miang bowed and quickly left with the tray of food for Xiu Qiangshu.

Yun Lixin patiently waited as he tapped his foot on the ground while leaning against the counter. His arms folded across him, his fingers tapping on his biceps.

General Miang finally arrived with the tray in her hands, the food left untouched.

"Did Shizun not like it?" Yun Lixin asked anxiously.

"Your Majesty, Peak Lord Xiu Qiangshu, isn't answering the door." General Miang answered politely her gaze on the floor.

"I'll give it to him." Yun Lixin took the tray off her hands and soon arrived in front of Xiu Qiangshu's door.

Yun Lixin wondered if Xiu Qianghsu was still mad at him.

He knocked on the door, but Xiu Qiangshu didn't answer.

Yeah, he is definitely mad at him. Yun Lixin thought as he sighed.

"Shizun, I know you're mad at me, but you mustn't starve yourself. It isn't good for your health." Yun Lixin said But Xiu Qiangshu still didn't answer.

"Shizun, I'm coming in."

Yun Lixin slowly creaked open the door. He found Xiu Qiangshu sitting at a desk, his head resting on his arms on the desk.

Yun Lixin walked toward him, gently placing the tray of food on the desk.

Shizun looks even cuter when he is sleeping. Yun Lixin thought as he chuckled softly. Removing his outer robe, Yun Lixin placed the robe on Xiu Qiangshu's shoulders. He couldn't help but give a peck on Xiu Qiangshu's cheek.

Yun Lixin wondered why Xiu Qiangshu was at the desk when he noticed a bunch of papers on the desk. Picking up the papers, he skimmed through them. Yun Lixin couldn't quite understand. It looked like some other language had been scribbled in.

Yun Lixin is The Demon King! Wow!

How do I save this idiot? I don't know!

Is he going to die? Maybe?

What will the cultivators do if they know that Yun Lixin is not only the demon king but also that he has fucked him? They WILL PUT ME AT STAKE. I'M GONNA DIE.

I need to do something before the cultivators kill not only Yun Lixin but also ME! If someone knows English and is reading this, This is my final goodbye. Bye-bye; I'm going to die young in this world as well. T-T

These were the words that were scribbled on the paper.

Yun Lixin put the papers back on the desk.

"Goodnight Shizun." Yun Lixin whispered softly.

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Xiu Qiangshu saw himself lying on the ground, before a throne. He heard a familiar voice sobbing.