After trying the sixth key, Cao Niangzi finally managed to open the prison cell door: "Hurry, hurry out."

The people inside were already in a state of fear. As they caught sight of the rod in his hand, they instantly shrunk back in fright.

In the cell, an elderly man about sixty who seemed to be their leader trembled as he spoke: "Young general, we are only Mechanics captured here by the rebellion force, we are not their followers, the young general must report this to Marquis Gu."

Cao Niangzi quickly hid the iron rod behind his back and said: "My master is fully aware of that; he still has things that need the assistance of you all."

Thus on this inconspicuous boat, a group of barefoot Mechanics supported each other out of the cell, jumped into the sea, then swam in all directions. The guard who was slowly gaining his consciousness ended up taking another hit in the face.

Cao Niangzi finished his mission, rubbed his waist, and looked down at the guard - when beautiful men fainted, they appeared like a mountain of treasure that just fell down, very pitiful; how come when it was the ugly ones' turn to faint, their eyes must roll all the way back to their skull like this?

He shook his head and thought: "How illogical."

Then he pinched his nose and dragged the guard into the cell, locking the door. Achieving grand success, he immediately ran off.

At this time, in the cabin of the main fleet, Gu Yun, with only two teenagers beside him, stood calmly with both hands behind his back, looking at the group of fully armed private soldiers before him.

A person's temperament at the age of fifteen or sixteen would, of course, be far different from what they would become after being honed on the battlefield countless times. It might not be evident at first glance, but as long as their appearance did not undergo drastic changes, their facial features would more or less stay the same.

As Huang Qiao heard Gu Yun speak, he was already half-surprised, half-suspicious. After staring at him for a long while, he suddenly shuddered and took a step back: "You, you are..."

Gu Yun held the dagger taken from the Dong Ying warrior just now, casually measured its weight, then used the cloth for blindfolding to tie his hair back and smiled: "What an honor, it seems that Commander Huang still recognizes me."

Huang Qiao, who just now was still displaying his might and recruiting talents, in the blink of an eye, seemed to have been struck by a spell, uncontrollably stuttering: "Gu, Gu..."

Gu Yun replied: "Mm, Gu Yun, long time no see."

A 'clang' sound rang out before he even finished - one of the private soldiers had dropped his weapon in fear. The atmosphere in the cabin was ice cold. Only the woman dressed in white playing music in the corner did not seem to pay this situation any mind; the melody continued to flow smoothly without missing a beat. The song of Jiangnan fishermen sounded particularly off on this occasion.

"Impossible!" The middle-aged man who was arrogantly running his mouth just now instinctively called out, "The Marquis of Order was exterminating bandits in the Northwest, how could..."

"You should read more if you intended to rebel," Gu Yun looked at him with all seriousness, "The Eastern Sea has never raised 'Eagles', but shouldn't you have heard of them before?"

He was not done yet, but a cacophony of screams suddenly sounded outside the cabin. Someone brought out the lights to get a clearer look, only to find two or three ghost-like shadows passing by outside, quickly sweeping by the main fleet, taking lives as they landed.

"Black Eagles! There are Black Eagles!"

"No...Impossible! Shut up!" Huang Qiao shouted. "How can the Black Iron Camp and the Marquis of Order be in the Eastern Sea?! Impossible! Shoot the arrows! Use Baihong arrows to shoot down these phonies!"

"Master, be careful!"

An Eagle swept over the top of his head, arrows flying down like rain. The one who intended to start up the Baihong bow was forced to cover his head and run for his life in the midst of the pursuit of countless arrows.

All four sides fell into chaos, the lady musician in the corner of the wall remained as steady as before, fingers gliding over the strings, changing the song to Shi Mian Mai Fu*, very fitting for the scene.

*Ambush from ten sides, a pipa solo piece

Huang Qiao widened his eyes: "Even if Gu Yun is here, what could he possibly do? I don't believe he can bring the entire Black Iron Camp with him from far away in the desert! Kill him! Let me see who else that dog Emperor can rely on!? Come forth!"

The group of soldiers drew out their weapons at once, murderously glaring at the three people being surrounded in the middle.

Ge Pang Xiao was stunned, under the music's cover, he secretly pulled Chang Geng: "Big brother, he is right! What can we do?"

Chang Geng didn't have time to answer; Gu Yun had already knocked Ge Pang Xiao's head and calmly smiled: "Yes, I only have a few Eagle guards with me. Commander Huang is very courageous, well said!"

Ge Pang Xiao blinked: "Big brother, no, that's not right, the Marquis is very stable.”

Chang Geng: "..."

A row of soldiers took out their weapons - some stepped forward, some stepped back, lining up into the formation of a sea wave. But even after moving back and forth, no one dared to come forward.

Ge Pang Xiao was already very confused, thinking to himself: "In the end, does he have people or not?"

Although Chang Geng did not dare to call himself smart, he usually examined a bit deeper than Ge Pang Xiao. Unexpectedly, at this moment, he was just as confused as the other boy, he thought: "In the end, is he deaf or not?"

Marshal Gu, who was as difficult to read as a maze, laughed brightly, striding towards Huang Qiao, openly ignoring the hesitant soldiers around him: "If I remember correctly, Commander Huang's Teacher - Cheng Zhilu, seems to be an uncle of Wei Wang? Why, that year, when the former emperor passed away, Wei Wang was unable to use the Imperial Guards, now he wants to take the sea route instead?"

Chang Geng suddenly remembered - when Gu Yun took him back to the capital that year, he had brought along with him half of the Black Iron Camp, let them station outside, their swords pointed directly at the capital. When they both rushed to the palace, they encountered Wei Wang and the Crown Prince - who was now the current Emperor - both kneeling down in front of the chamber of the former emperor. Gu Yun even stopped to greet him.

Thinking about it now, that greeting hid a much deeper meaning.

Turned out, Wei Wang had already intended to rebel at that time but was stopped in his tracks thanks to Gu Yun rushing back to the capital?

When Huang Qiao heard this, he seemed to have been struck by lightning. He immediately assumed his conspiracy had been uncovered.

Then the Emperor had long noticed the ambitions of Wei Wang, either they had been exposed on the capital's side, or there were traitors from their own side - but this was no longer important; he only knew that now Gu Yun had come, he was done for.

Of course, even in death, Huang Qiao would have never realized that Gu Yun was purely using his general impression of the relations of some of the military commanders in the Imperial Court, conveniently using it to his advantage.

Ge Pang Xiao's eyes widened, he thought: "What? So the Marquis was already aware that Wei Wang wanted to rebel!"

Chang Geng's hand pressed on the sword at his waist.

Huang Qiao knew that he was already doomed. The only option left for him was to risk his life. He immediately yelled and rushed towards Gu Yun.

In the cabin's corner, several puppets, with the purpose of decoration, screeched at the same time, roaring and raising the weapons in their hands.

Chang Geng swept from Gu Yun's back and blocked Huang Qiao's sword before Gu Yun could make a move, speaking in a low voice: "Allow me to experience the Master's martial arts skills."

With their master taking the lead, the little soldiers behind did not dare to retreat no matter how frightened they could be, rushing into the small cabin altogether.

Ge Pang Xiao hurriedly searched around himself, was unable to find anything to defend himself with, and quickly followed suit after Gu Yun.

Gu Yun held the Dong Ying blade in front of him, casually driving back a sword swung at him. He smiled and said: "Shh, can't you all hear it?"

His unpredictable acting skills were even more incredible than the real martial art skills in his hands. Everyone couldn't help but try to listen.

Chang Geng's long sword crossed the space between Huang Qiao's blade. The young boy jumped up with a blank expression, kicking at Huang Qiao's waist. He screamed, falling over at the feet of a puppet.

The iron monster could not differentiate between friends and enemies, attempting to slash anyone it could see. Huang Qiao struggled to get away.

The sound of music in the cabin had not stopped - no one knew what the woman was thinking, changing the song from Shi Mian Mai Fu to Feng Qiu Huang*.

*Phoenix courtship, another pipa solo piece

The sea waves moved lightly outside, Black Eagles roared as they flew past. Gradually, everyone's faces changed.

They heard shouting, whistling, and the beating of battle drums!

It seemed that there were thousands of troops surrounding all four sides.

Huang Qiao's heart was submerged in fear. At that moment, he couldn't help but recall the terrifying legends of the Black Iron Camp.

That year at the northern border, with endless snow blizzards, the savanna that could swallow one whole run of thousands of miles, wolves and sheep shivered in fear together, the fierce wind brought with them the ghostly army of the underworld. They wore black armors, white mist rolled behind them, breaking through the wind, charging forward. Demons were in fear, gods were frightened...

Suddenly, the light from rows of large Dragons gradually dimmed, more and more ships were powered off, and there seemed to be an invincible monster in the dark, swallowing the battleships that were unable to fight back. Both the soldiers and Dong Ying warriors alike fell into a state of chaos. A large firework exploded in the air, illuminating half of the sky. Someone with sharp eyes exclaimed: "The Black Iron Camp!"

In the fireworks' residual light, a team of soldiers donned in dark Heavy Armor boarded the ship. The person leading them turned around, his gaze appeared to contain electricity.

Chang Geng jumped off the ground, slashing down at Huang Qiao. Ge Pang Xiao's eyes moved back and forth. He took out a small iron ball and rolled it to Huang Qiao's feet: "Big Brother, let me help you!"

The iron ball seemed to be able to accelerate by itself. Rushing underneath Huang Qiao, Commander Huang's footsteps were instantly turned into disarray. Struggling to block a few slashes, Chang Geng successfully delivered a blow to his wrist. He screamed as he fell to the ground.

And the small iron ball rolled directly out of the crowd and off the deck, then made a whistling noise as it flew up, exploding in the air.

Chang Geng twisted his hand and inserted the sword scabbard into the chest of a puppet approaching him. As soon as he pressed it, the puppet let out a few clacking sounds, then stopped dead in its track.

Chang Geng: "Yifu, the traitorous leader has been restrained."

Gu Yun laughed: "The leader is still in the capital."

He then proceeded to walk out of the cabin without paying anyone any mind, but no one dared to stop him either.

Numerous Black Eagles were hovering on the deck. Gu Yun brought out an iron plaque the size of a hand and threw it up. A Black Eagle soldier grabbed hold of it, standing on top of the high mast, he unloaded the tong hou equipped on the Dragon and raised his voice: "The rebellion leader has been captured, the Black Tiger Emblem is here, to all Jiangnan Navy soldiers present, if you see this, abandon the dark to come to the light, your previous wrongdoings will be pardoned. Continuing offenders will be executed on the spot!"

The Black Tiger Emblem was given to the Marquis of Order by Emperor Wu. In critical moments, it could command the seven major military factions. There were three in total: one in the hands of Gu Yun, one in the Imperial Court, and one in the hands of the Emperor.

The more than thirty Mechanics who were previously locked up had cut off the power of all the Dragons. No one was able to contact anyone. More than half of the private soldiers in the rebellion force were the Navy that had been brought on by Huang Qiao; the other were the unauthorized soldiers they recruited.

Upon hearing the Eagle soldier call for surrender, they instantly broke into a commotion. Some were stubbornly resisting, some defected on the spot. But the majority were at a loss for what to do. The frightened Dong Ying people had to take the initiative and acted first to gain the upper hand, suddenly attacking comrades from their own side.

The main fleet was brightly lit, Chang Geng pushed out a tied up Huang Qiao. The rebels on the ship saw their advantage had been lost and immediately threw down their weapons.

The unaffected musician lady was still playing her instrument, she had changed through a various number of songs, all of which were very well performed.

Gu Yun's face appeared calm and steady under the faint glimmer of light. Chang Geng looked at him in confusion. On the one hand, he was certain that he must have been through this kind of situation many times before; on the other, he could not help but wonder where the Black Iron Camp soldiers came from.

Two or three Black Eagles were easy to hide, but could the same be said for Black Iron Camp soldiers?

Moreover, how did he manage to bring the soldiers here from the Northwest desert?

Was he only pretending to be deaf? Or was he pretending to hear clearly?

For a moment, even Chang Geng couldn't help but feel that Gu Yun already knew very early that Wei Wang was eyeing the Eastern Sea; he was only waiting for them to be ready for harvest all at once.

A familiar rumble came from afar, Yao Zhen had finally mobilized the Jiangnan Naval troop. Giant Dragons went out to sea, the figure of a Kite had already become visible in the distance.

Gu Yun and the Black Eagles in the sky relied on simple hand gestures to communicate. One of them received his order, carried the Black Tiger Emblem, and flew towards the Kite, welcoming the troops brought by Yao Zhen.

Huang Qiao closed his eyes tight - their opportunity was gone.

The endless music finally stopped, the musician walked out of the cabin holding her instrument, glancing at Huang Qiao all tied up.

Huang Qiao glared at her and shouted: "Chen Qing Xu, even you would betray me?"

Chen Qing Xu cast him an unfathomable look and walked past him with a blank face. Her face resembled a mask - expressionless when pouring the wine, expressionless while playing music, expressionless while a fight broke out, expressionless even when being questioned.

She slowly walked towards Gu Yun and greeted: "Marquis, sir."

Gu Yun put away his arrogance from just now: "Thank you, Miss Chen, for your assistance, might I ask what your relationship with Master Chen Zhou is..."

Chen Zhuo was the old doctor who had prescribed him his medicine many years ago.

"He is my grandfather," Chen Qing Xu then gave a suggestion. "The sea breeze is strong, Marquis should move inside the cabin."

Gu Yun knew she was reminding him of the medicine's side effect of intense headache; he did not respond, only smiled.

Chen Qing Xu saw that he did not listen, she did not say anymore either, she lifted her dress to pay courtesy: "I pray that there shall be peace and prosperity, that people shall live for hundreds of years."

Gu Yun said again: "Thank you."

Chen Qing Xu turned to get off the ship. Perhaps already tired from playing music, she did not pay any regard to the groups of rebels currently fighting among themselves.

Ge Pang Xiao: "Oh, there are so many people at the other end, how would that sister be able to get past them?"

Gu Yun frowned. Just as he was about to stop her, they saw a Dong Ying person suddenly fly forward on the ropeway, open his mouth, and spit out a hidden arrow.

The Black Eagle flying up high immediately shot in his direction, and the Dong Ying man fell into the sea. Chen Qing Xu's footsteps shifted, appearing as if she was dancing with the rhythm of the ropeway. The Dong Ying's assassination arrow created a ringing sound as it collided with the metal chain, grazing past her. But her eyes did not even lift once, and she continued to drift away like a ghost.

Ge Pang Xiao: "..."

Of course, all kinds of freaks in this world came out of Lin Yuan Pavilion.

When the Giant Kites and the Dragons arrived, the rebels had almost worn themselves out. The Eagle units kept watch of the prisoners on the main ship, while the imperial army began to clean up the aftermath.

A Black Armor soldier rushed onto the main ship. After his protective mask was pulled up, Chang Geng was shocked to find that this person was actually Master Liao Ran.

However, the master's skill in handling the Armor was not even as adequate as the barbarians who raided the town of Yanhui. Although he was able to achieve infinite power due to the assistance of machinery, his footsteps were clunky. He could not properly control the amount of force. His movements resembled a large and clumsy rabbit; he barely grabbed onto the mast to stand, almost directly kneeling down.

Looking closely, the color of his 'Black Armor' was slightly fading away, revealing the white metallic color underneath; its body even carried a fishy scent.

Therefore, the 'Black Iron Camp', which had scared the rebellion force to death, just now turned out to be this kind of product?

Where did the shouting come from? Created by mouth?

Chang Geng quietly ground his teeth, feeling that he had once again been deceived by Gu Yun.

Liao Ran struggled to prop up two machine arms, wanting to make a few signs, but he was unable to control the armor well. The joints of the fingers were not bendable, so they could only tremble like kelp, and no one was able to understand him.

He tried to sign to the point of sweating, continuing to struggle in the heavy armor.

Ge Pang Xiao said in bewilderment: "Marquis sir, the master seems to have an urgent military situation to report."

Gu Yun turned to glance at him slightly: "It's nothing, that idiot simply cannot get out, go help him unload the armor from outside."

Ge Pang Xiao: "..."

The monk, who was trapped in the Heavy Armor, looked at him innocently. Ge Pang Xiao took in a deep breath: "Master, are you not proficient in all kinds of steel armor?"

The monk wasn't able to speak; he couldn't manage to use sign language either. He could only use his unusually lively eyes to convey his thought: Knowledgeable is not equal to mastery; a monk was not meant to be used on the battlefield.

Ge Pang Xiao and Chang Geng together helped him to remove the Heavy Armor. Master Liao Ran rolled out, and he did not even adjust his appearance before immediately moving in front of Gu Yun, signing with all seriousness: "Marshal, the Jiangnan Navy has arrived, Master Yao is already on the Kite, no matter what, you should move inside the cabin to rest for a while."

Chang Geng was surprised; he was able to feel something in this sentence. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Gu Yun, who still remained as even-minded as before.

Gu Yun did not insist on staying either. He made a sound in agreement, observing the Dong Ying blade he had picked up before, while slowly walking back. Chang Geng hurriedly caught up with him.

At that moment, the snake-like Dong Ying man used the shadow to quietly come closer to the deck, the Xiu Zhong Si inside his iron wristband showing a faint light.

The snake man revealed a distorted smile, and at the moment when Gu Yun was about to enter the cabin, his pair of iron wristbands both activated at the same time, shooting six Xiu Zhong Si towards Gu Yun.

A Black Eagle roared as he immediately flew down.

Chang Geng was taken aback and instinctively rushed forward to protect him. The force of the sea breeze being cut through by the sharp weapons already came in contact with Gu Yun.

He reached out and grabbed hold of Chang Geng, pulled him a few steps away, casting the Dong Ying blade forward. Three Xiu Zhong Si instantly cut the blade into three parts at the collision. Gu Yun flipped his hand; his wide sleeve flew. He held Chang Geng and rolled out of the way. The Xiu Zhong Si cut through the black strip of cloth tying his hair, and the snake man was immediately shot dead by an Eagle unit flying above.

Gu Yun simply did not put this event in his eyes. He patted Chang Geng and said with indifference: "Just a fish that got out of the net, it's nothing."

He leaned on Chang Geng's shoulder, intending to stand up. Unexpectedly at this moment, his legs gave out.

Chang Geng rushed to catch him in fright, but as he accidentally touched his back, he found that Gu Yun's clothes felt as if he just got fished out of the water - his back has been soaked through with cold sweat.

Gu Yun deliberately tried to steady his breathing, but in the end, his body continued to tremble involuntarily after each intake of breath. Just now, as he stood tall like a mast, the others weren't able to detect it. But as Chang Geng held him right now, he felt some kind of severe pain was about to tear its way from inside his body.

Gu Yun gently panted for a while, a hard to detect wrinkle forming between his brows. He casually smiled at Chang Geng while lying: "Now, now, just a Dong Ying person, let me pet you, no need to be scared - Don't hold me so tight."

Chang Geng: "..."

He felt pained, and an urge to kill him at the same time.

Gu Yun supported himself using the scabbard of the Dong Ying blade, standing up once again. Blue blood vessels were visible on the back of his pale hand, appearing as if they could break out from under his skin.

The bowl of wine Chen Qing Xu gave him contained his usual medicine, Gu Yun could instantly tell from one sniff. He hesitated between 'blind and deaf' and 'intense headache, but could see clearly' — of course, the latter option was chosen.

In fact, it wouldn't have been a problem even if he did not take medicine. After all, Gu Yun did not know in advance that the 'musician' of Lin Yuan Pavilion was actually the granddaughter of Doctor Chen. Still, when the bowl of medicine was brought in front of him, he could not overcome the desire to regain control in his bones.

Gu Yun could admit that Shen Yi was right: he knew that one day, he must learn to live in peace with this broken body, but understanding it was one thing, Gu Yun still wasn't able to put it in practice just yet.

Even if he knew that without relying on sight and hearing, he could still live without any obstacles. Even if he understood in his heart that with any kind of illness, once accustomed to it, it would no longer be considered as an illness.

However, for this reason, the old marquis had deprived him of the most carefree years in his childhood. Although time had passed and things had changed, this old grudge still remained difficult to fade.

Such difficulties could slowly be resolved, and time would eventually answer it all — in fact, in the past few years, as he learned to live well together with Chang Geng, Gu Yun's grudges against the previous generation had melted away by a lot. However, he certainly would not treat Chang Geng as harshly as the old marquis did, but he could gradually understand the father's heart in the old marquis that time.

All hatred and resentment in the world, for the significant part, could be resolved by trying to forget; the other was to put yourself in their position to strive for a mutual understanding.

Chang Geng gritted his teeth: "No."

Not only did he not let go, he even tightened his hold, sticking to him with all he had, almost appearing as if he was forcing himself closer to Gu Yun as they moved inside the cabin.

Gu Yun said: "How did you invent a new way of acting spoiled?"

Chang Geng turned the other's words around as a mockery: "I was scared to death by Dong Ying people."

Gu Yun: "..."

Chang Geng thought to himself: "Stay calm, stay calm."

He desperately willed himself to calm down, adjusting to a relatively comfortable posture for Gu Yun.

Chang Geng frowned as he looked at Gu Yun's face. He lowered his voice and whispered: "Yifu, where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Gu Yun knew he couldn't hide it from him. He pondered for a while, then decisively chose to play a dirty trick. He beckoned Chang Geng closer with his finger.

Chang Geng earnestly came closer.

Gu Yun whispered: "Irregular periods, abdominal pain."

Chang Geng was not able to react at first: "What?"

He only realized it after asking. The boy's face instantly blushed red. There was no telling if it was from embarrassment or anger.

Gu Yun currently had a splitting headache and wished for nothing more than to hit his head against the wall. Seeing the easily embarrassed Chang Geng was too adorable, he laughed while trying to hold back his pain. Entertainment and enduring, he did not miss either.

Chang Geng's eyes almost appeared as if they could spurt out fire, angrily staring at him.

Gu Yun was well versed in the routine of 'must give a petting after playing a trick'. He coughed once then earnestly said: "I didn't have time to eat dinner, after drinking the bowl of cold wine from Miss Chen, my stomach was hurting a bit, it's nothing."

This sounded a bit more reasonable. But for the people who had spent all year round in the army, who didn't have to experience irregular meals, one day full, one day starving?

And for ones with especially thick and sturdy skin like Grand Marshal Gu, how could he shamelessly act as if he was weak and delicate?

Chang Geng's efforts to stay calm were utterly ruined, his anger quickly blew up: "Gu Shiliu, you..."

The "you" was hanging in the air for a long time; he was unable to think of what to say next.

Gu Yun suddenly smiled, raised his hand, and patted Chang Geng's head: "What, all grown up and know how to love yifu already? Your love won't be a waste."

His hand was as vast as heaven. The flame of anger in Chang Geng's heart was extinguished in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only an insignificant trail of smoke, evaporated in both his helplessness and powerlessness.

Chang Geng thought: "Only gods would love you, there is not a single truth that comes out of your mouth. Why must I be so distressed for nothing? He could not die anyway."

However, Gu Yu's pained face caused him to ache as it pierced his eyes, and Chang Geng could control what he would say and what he would think, but he could not control his worry and anxiety.

After sulking for a while, he let out a sigh, turned and circled around the large chair, then began to help massage Gu Yun's temples; his movements seemed quite professional.

Chang Geng saw that Gu Yun's shoulders started to relax. Generally, if there was no pain in the chest and abdomen areas, the limbs could be as active as usual. He thought that few light injuries on the arms and legs would not be enough to hurt him as much. After considering it, the only answer left was a headache - Chang Geng remembered that a similar thing had happened once before when they traveled from Yanhui to the capital.

While pressing, he couldn't help but ridicule: "Yifu told me last time that you have migraines, did you already forget ?"

Gu Yun: "..."

He truly did forget; he had told countless lies in this life. If he remembered every one of them clearly, there was probably no space left to put anything else in.

Chang Geng: "Well?"

Gu Yun: "The headache is there as well, was it not because I have dedicated myself to Great Liang to the point of falling ill?"

Even such words could be said without blushing - Chang Geng had admitted defeat, and his anger completely vanished.

After Gu Yun finished talking, he used the old trick of 'falling asleep as soon as the head hits the pillow' and enjoyed Chang Geng's service with his eyes closed. Unfortunately, the situation outside was not yet settled. He had to keep an ear out at all times and did not dare to fall into a deep sleep.

Chang Geng had his full focus on pressing the acupuncture points for him at first, after a while, his gaze could not help but fall on Gu Yun's face.

For those whom one was used to seeing, beautiful or unsightly didn't make much of a difference. Even with the monk's bewitching looks, after hanging around him for a long time, he felt that he was no different from Uncle Wang of the Marquis' Manor — oh, Uncle Wang actually paid more attention to being clean compared to the monk.

Only Gu Yun was an exception.

Gu Yun's hair tie was messed up by the Dong Ying man, he did not have time to redo it properly again, his hair laying on his shoulders like flowing water. For a long time, Chang Geng stared at him, strongly suppressing the imagery from his past dreams that involuntarily broke out of their chains and rose up in his mind. If he did not exercise restraint, those memories would further invade him, creating a long and dragged out illusion.

Every time it came to this, he would forcibly interrupt his thoughts, much like when he clashed with Bone of Impurity. He would take out the meaningless verses from Buddhist scripture that Liao Ran taught him, reciting them in the bottom of his heart over and over, like using a sharpening stone repeatedly grinding against his heart.

But this trick somehow suddenly didn't work. It might have been that all of Chang Geng's self-control was used up to restrain his anger, his thoughts suddenly ran astray like a horse that broke out of its rein.

The Bone of Impurity inside his body weaved for him an absurd and indescribable fantasy.

He seemed to see himself bending down and kissing Gu Yun's forehead, eyebrows, nose bridge... all the way to the lips. His lips probably weren't very soft, and not very sweet either, perhaps they were bitter, similar to the medicinal scent always lingering on his body, or perhaps they would taste like wine, Chang Geng even wanted to bite him.

With this idea emerging, a sweet and rusty taste of blood seemed to immediately come, lingering at his teeth and lips; Chang Geng jolted and shuddered greatly.

He came back to reality and found himself standing behind Gu Yun's chair, and he had bitten the tip of his own tongue.

In the next second, Chang Geng realized that his fingers still remained at the sides of Gu Yun's head. He immediately retracted them as if it was burning hot to the touch.

He stood still in a daze for a moment, then whispered with unease: "Yifu?"

Gu Yun was sound asleep, he did not open his eyes, so he did not see the faint blood-red glint in Chang Geng's eyes either.

Chang Geng looked at him deeply, then picked up his own sword and ran out of the cabin.

Outside, the sea breeze was blowing fiercely, Black Eagles were flying close to the main ship to keep guard, and the official Jiangnan Navy was cleaning up the battleground under the command of Yao Zhen. Dong Ying people were scattered in all directions, having jumped directly into the sea, preparing to take the small boats or swim off. The sea Dragons on four sides had already prepared a dark net in the water. In a short time, they managed to catch these fishes that trapped themselves in the net.

Huang Qiao was personally brought in front of Yao Zhen. Yao Zhen appeared to be deep in thought, bending over to say something to the other.

This rushed chain of events entered Chang Geng's eyes but did not enter his mind. The burning heat on his face slowly dissipated in the sea breeze.

The cold and desolate air of the sea was like an ulcer, eating its way into his marrow, drilling into his bones; the bitter cold could cut through his flesh. Chang Geng faced the sea and scolded himself: "You are a low life animal."

He thought that he could no longer stay in the manor, or beside Gu Yun.