Chapter 43: CH 43

After the kick, boss Wen patted Wang Xiao Mie on the head and gently said, “Did you see that? That’s all you have to do,”

“…”

Wang Xiao Mie stared speechlessly at the struggling man with his two legs sticking out of the garbage can.

The funny part was the word ‘non-recyclable trash’ was written on it.

Though it was a boss battle, it turned out to be just a lackey.

Thanks to him, Wang Xiao Mie had been panicking all day. 

“How are we going to deal with him? He knows about our identity.”

“Inconsequential. He’s just an ordinary man, he doesn’t really know what we are. The item in his hand is nothing but a toy.” Wen Feng Jin had a smile on but his eyes were cold as he stared at the noisy man still struggling to break free.

“With skills as inferior as his, he still dared to provoke us. It seemed that these are indeed peaceful times.”

“So we just leave him like this?” Wang Xiao Mie looked at the legs pointing skyward with an indescribable feeling.

“Um.”

“Let’s go.” With his hand over Wang Xiao Mie’s shoulder, Wen Feng Jin led him away from the trash can and out of the alley.

As their footsteps got closer to the garbage can, the legs stiffened and stopped its air-pedaling. Once they left the alley, it dropped down and the vivid sound of exhaling could be heard.

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The pair washed up once they got home. Wang Xiao Mie put a thick mattress and pillow into the coffin and laid leisurely inside. He patted his belly and let out a long sigh, “This is so nice~”

A low laugh came from above his head. Wen Feng Jin had a book in his hand as he bent over the edge of the coffin to look at Wang Xiao Mie. Part of his long silver hair fell into the coffin and formed a curve. Wang Xiao Mie grabbed his hair and placed it close to his nose. 

The hooligan took a whiff and said, “Hehe, pretty lady, come here and accompany this lord to bed!”

“You…” Wen Feng Jin was not at all mad at his teasing. He indulged him by putting away the book and laid in the coffin with him.

The frollicking Wang Xiao Mie rolled into Wen Feng Jin’s embrace. He used his body as a nest and shuffled back and forth till he was in a comfortable position. When he finally snuggled into place, his round and bloated stomach let out a burp.

Wen Feng Jin lightly kissed his hair and held him close.

“By the way, what’s up with that man today?” Wang Xiao Mie placed his chin on Wen Feng Jin’s chest, “Does he have anything to do with the craftsmen you mentioned before?”

“Um.” Wen Feng Jin’s hand swept through Wang Xiao Mie’s hair, “I’ve met a group of people in the Northern Kingdom who specialized in making tools. They used mysterious methods and materials to create things incomprehensible to the common minds. They’re few in number and were highly valued for their talent. But… Most of them were dull and simple-minded.”

Wang Xiao Mie thought of the person they met. 

How was that dull and simple-minded? He’s clearly an idiot!

While listening to Wen Feng Jin’s explanation, Wang Xiao Mie was getting drowsy. Maybe because the person had left such a hilarious impression of himself that Wang Xiao Mie was no longer anxious. He soon fell asleep in Wen Feng Jin’s arms.

However, Wang Xiao Mie soon realized that he had been too optimistic once again. He may have gotten him out of his head but it was not true vice versa.

The following day, when they left the house, the man could be seen sneaking behind them. In this scorching weather and yet he had covered himself from head to toe; even his face was hidden by a big mask and sunglasses. The way he had wrapped himself made him more of a dumpling than they were. Wang Xiao Mie pondered if he would get a heatstroke.

Wang Xiao Mie was speechless as he looked at the man trying to be inconspicuous when he was only standing three meters away, holding a phone and pretending to be a passerby.

Wen Feng Jin’s face was blackened and he was already scanning the area, probably searching for a trash can.

“Leave him be.” Wang Xiao Mie grabbed hold of him, “There are people around and there’s also surveillance. He can’t touch us anyway. If he wants to follow us then just let him, it’s not like he can get through the villa’s security.”

Wen Feng Jin pressed down the blue vein popping up from his forehead and ignored the man. He then gave him a death stare as a final warning when they reached the villa gate.

The tightly wrapped stalker turned tail and fled.

They thought that that would be the end of their encounters but the man appeared in front of them again and again like a next-door neighbour. And each time, Wen Feng Jin had kicked him straight into a trash can. This happened several times a day but the frequent visitor of the trash can was still relentlessly following them.

Wang Xiao Mie: ‘In him, I seem to be able to see a certain light called perseverance, it’s so touching, Amen. This must be what they call ‘not turning back until you hit the north wall’ 

(TN: The proverb means that one does not give up until they hit a dead end)

But the ‘little relentless’ was seriously testing Wen Feng Jin’s patience. He had wanted to give him a more severe warning but was always held back by Wang Xiao Mie.

Wang Xiao Mie just wanted a normal life with Wen Feng Jin. He wanted them to live the life of a regular couple, eat together, shop together, buy groceries together, go traveling to different places, etc. 

And once they were bored, they would return to the underground palace.

After all, they have all the time in the world to be together.

Their lives were too chaotic and hopeless back then. This time, Wang Xiao Mie wanted a simple life with Wen Feng Jin not as the immortal and undead but as a couple of good and normal people.

Wang Xiao Mie was not stupid. He had been on his own from a young age and he could tell, beneath the silliness was a strong and resilient heart.

He did not feel any malice from the man and he knew Wen Feng Jin felt the same because even when he hated being followed, he did not seriously injure him. 

But why would the man consistently tail them? Could it be out of curiosity?

A few days later, Wang Xiao Mie and Wen Feng Jin were returning home from the supermarket when it started to rain. Wang Xiao Mie had checked the weather forecast beforehand and had prepared two umbrellas for them. Halfway back, he suddenly remembered about their tenacious stalker.

He turned back and sure enough, there was a soaked through man following behind them. When he saw Wang Xiao Mie looking over, he frantically took out his phone and acted like a lost tourist.

… Oh please, how many times have you used this method!!!

Wang Xiao Mie continued to watch as the man panicked and wiped the screen of his phone.

It should be because of the rain and also that his phone was quite old (Wang Xiao Mie happened to have seen it close up and found that it had a lot of scratch marks). After wiping for a long time, the man’s phone remained unresponsive and eventually shut down.

This time, he no longer cared if Wang Xiao Mie had recognized him. He hung his head low, looking at the departed phone in sadness.

The rain got heavier and thunder was roaring.

Wang Xiao Mie: … Why the hell does this scene look so heart-wrenching?!!

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Wen Feng Jin only gave the man a cold stare. He held up the umbrella for Wang Xiao Mie and when he found that Wang Xiao Mie’s toe had gotten wet, he frowned and said, “We should go now.”

“I know. Wait for me here.”

Wang Xiao Mie opened up his umbrella and ran over to the man whose only visible features were his eyes filled with bewilderment. He tried to scurry away but Wang Xiao Mie grabbed him and handed him the umbrella.

“Take it. You don’t have to return it to me. You should go home for the day or you’ll catch a cold in this weather.”

Wang Xiao Mie flashed him a smile and before he could say thank you, he covered his head and ran back under Wen Feng Jin’s umbrella. 

“Ok, let’s go.” Wang Xiao Mie said with a smile.

“Why did you give him the umbrella?”

“Because he looks too miserable. And I don’t like rainy days one bit.”

It was in this heavy rain centuries ago that one person had been carrying another on his back, climbing up a long long mountain trail…

At that time, the person on his back had wished: If only I had an umbrella to cover him.

But in the end, no one came to help them from the piercing rain…

Since then, Wang Xiao Mie had hated the rain.

Wen Feng Jin lowered his head to look at Wang Xiao Mie. A pair of kind and caring eyes met that of a cold and dark one. They looked at each other in silence and Wen Feng Jin subtly tilted the umbrella towards Wang Xiao Mie…

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The man watched as both of them walked away. He clenched the handle of the umbrella and looked at their backs with complicated thoughts. He stayed silent for a while before walking into the heavy rain in the opposite direction…

Since then, Wang Xiao Mie had stopped seeing the man following behind them.

…..

A month later…

Wang Xiao Mie was wearing a sky blue apron, cooking in the kitchen with a wooden spatula. 

Wen Feng Jin did not like the heavy taste of the take-outs and they couldn’t always dine at restaurants so Wang Xiao Mie, who had some cooking skills from his time of living alone would whip up something for the both of them.

While preparing the stew, Wang Xiao Mie picked up the salt container and realized that it was empty.

“Feng Jin! Feng Jin!” Wang Xiao Mie called out from the kitchen. 

Soon, Wen Feng Jin strode into the kitchen in a loose nightgown.

“What is it? Did you burn it again?” The pretty face grimaced. In the next second, he bent down to gather Wang Xiao Mie’s long hair and neatly tied it back. He then proceeded to check it carefully for burn marks.

“It didn’t happen again. Last time was only because I wasn’t paying attention.” Wang Xiao Mie stepped back and showed him the empty jar, “We’re out of salt.” 

Wen Feng Jin’s brows eased and he let the long black strands go, “I’ll go buy it.”

“Ok, make it quick. I still have to prepare the soup.”

Wen Feng Jin nodded and left to get changed. 

Wang Xiao Mie was no longer worried about letting Wen Feng Jin go out by himself. They had stayed here for almost two months and Wen Feng Jin’s learning ability was extraordinary. He had now mastered the basic Chinese characters and was fully proficient with the cellphone. Furthermore, with Wen Feng Jin’s speed, a round trip to the nearest supermarket would only take twenty minutes.

And so, in the same black jacket and jeans with matching boots, Wen Feng Jin left the house with his hand in his pocket.

The close-fitted clothes perfectly outlined the man’s sexiness. From the shoulder to his waist, from his waist to his calf, the outlines could only make onlookers stare in reverence.

With each step, the silver hair tied into a ponytail behind his back would sway lightly.

However, the sharp and handsome face was gradually scowling as more people gathered to take his picture. His brows creased and his eyes darkened, an expression that clearly stated ‘if you dare disturb this lord again, I’ll show you!’. If Wen Feng Jin had this look on a thousand years ago, countless people would’ve been paralyzed with fear.

But now…

“Wow! He’s so handsome!!!”

“Woah! That’s a really cool cosplay!!!”

Wen Feng Jin: ￣へ￣

The dark lord, who once upon a time could even make babies stop crying with the mention of his name, angrily picked up a bag of salt and quickly checked out.

Outside, the street lights had been lit. Wen Feng Jin stopped on his track and turned to look at an alleyway slightly protruding out into the road. A familiar fishy smell wafted towards him with the cool night breeze.

Wen Feng Jin stood and stared in that direction for a long time.

A minute later, he placed his hand into his pocket. His lips curve into a smile. The long silver hair rustled as the wind blew and the mark between his brows glowed red. He stood under the night sky like the devil.

He lifted his boots and stepped into the pool of red liquid. Slowly, he dragged something out of the alleyway, forming a long bloodstain on the ground.

The large black pupils looked at the hideous mess of a man on the ground and the blood that was surging out from him…

“You’re about to die,” Wen Feng Jin said.

The darkness helped to conceal the sight of the now shapeless body. Only minute movements could be seen as his chest undulated. He reached for Wen Feng Jin’s ankle.

Blood gushed out as he opened his mouth. 

“Save me…”

But the words were inaudible as it cluttered in his throat.

Wen Feng Jin stood with his hand in his pocket and watched a life nearing its end like a god from high above. However, there was no sympathy in his eyes towards the dying man, only a certain sense of satisfaction in thinking that he would soon be praised…

Moments later, the desolate man saw through his gradually disappearing vision the devil taking something out from his pocket. 

Wen Feng Jin looked at him and said, “Alright. I will save you.”

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