When killing, Lu Wuming never had any soft thoughts. So, while he said he would let them think of their last words, in reality, those people had turned into lifeless corpses before they could even let out a scream.
As he sheathed his long sword, the smile on Lu Wuming's lips disappeared with it.
He glanced at the hellish scene around him and frowned. Ultimately, he decided to leave it as it was, with no intention of cleaning up any further.
Yesterday, he had dealt with the bodies because he thought that if he cleaned up thoroughly, trouble might find them a little later. He had never imagined that the people from Duantian Pavilion wouldn't discover it, but at least he could have his wedding night with his master before they did.
As for now, they had already been discovered, and the wedding night was over. Lu Wuming no longer cared if this hellish scene was seen by others.
Or, in other words, he wished more people would see this scene, more people would spread the word about it.
It would be best if they exaggerated it, made it even more terrifying. Let everyone know that Liu Buli was not to be trifled with, and that he had a mad dog under him who would go to any extreme to protect Liu Buli. Perhaps then, fewer troublemakers would appear, and his master would be happier.
Lu Wuming thought very clearly.
It was precisely because of this that he even took the initiative to open the inn's door and then swaggered back to the room he shared with Liu Buli.
He changed into a new set of clothes and sniffed himself. Once he was sure there was no lingering scent of blood, he tiptoed back to Liu Buli's side, lay down with him, and as usual, reached out to embrace Liu Buli.
Last night had indeed exhausted his master.
It was precisely because of this that even with the commotion around them, Liu Buli remained asleep, showing no signs of waking up.
However, when Lu Wuming got closer, he instinctively snuggled into his embrace.
He looked like a kitten playfully nuzzling its owner.
Soft and sweet, incredibly adorable.
Lu Wuming's desire flared up again, but he knew that if he forced his master again, he probably wouldn't be able to touch Liu Buli for a long time to come.
So, for the sake of long-term happiness, Lu Wuming recited a calming mantra in his heart. Then, holding Liu Buli, he closed his eyes, forcing himself to empty his mind and fall back asleep with his master.
When he opened his eyes again, the sky outside the window had turned a fiery red. The setting sun looked like a giant fireball, hanging precariously at the horizon where heaven and earth met.
It was a breathtaking sight, yet Lu Wuming paid it no mind. His eyes were solely on the person in his arms. From the moment he noticed Liu Buli opening his eyes, he couldn't tear his gaze away.
Just like him, Liu Buli had been looking at him since he woke up. He yawned and instinctively nuzzled into his embrace again. Liu Buli mumbled, "I told you yesterday I couldn't take it anymore. You still didn't stop, you've truly disappointed your master."
Although he said this, his slightly hoarse voice carried a hint of petulance.
Lu Wuming's gaze deepened. He lowered his head and gently kissed Liu Buli's lips. A faint smile curved his lips as he said, "Isn't it because master made me wait too long? Even a saint couldn't endure such torment, and I am not a saint, just a monster who loves master to the point of madness."
Liu Buli had just woken up, and his mind wasn't quite sharp yet. But even so, upon hearing this, he instinctively frowned and reached out to gently tap Lu Wuming's head, correcting him, "How many times have I told you, don't call yourself a monster."
Lu Wuming smiled and didn't argue.
They savored a moment of quiet affection, and Liu Buli finally woke up completely from his slumber. The frown on his brow deepened, and as if realizing something, his expression turned somewhat grim. He said, "Wuming, I don't know if it's my imagination, but I feel as though there's a scent of blood in this inn."
Thinking of what he had done earlier that morning, Lu Wuming's previously gentle and natural smile became somewhat stiff.
How was he supposed to answer?
He was certain that given the scene he had created, the innkeeper would not dare to clean it up. If that was the case, then when his master opened the door, he would definitely see dismembered limbs and blood splattered all over the hall.
There were not only cultivators there, but also the innkeeper from yesterday and those ordinary people who had lied.
If his master saw their bodies, would he think that he had killed them?
Would he think he was a disobedient bad disciple because of their deaths?
After all, his master had just educated him yesterday not to kill ordinary people. Seeing this upon opening the door today, how could he explain?
Lu Wuming panicked uncontrollably for a moment.
Liu Buli, seeing his expression, guessed that something had happened. He put on his outer robe and left the room. Glancing at the scene in the hall, Liu Buli's brows furrowed tightly.
Lu Wuming followed behind him like a child who had done something wrong. Nervously clutching the hem of his clothes, he lowered his head and asked, "Master, Wuming says he didn't kill anyone he shouldn't have. Do you believe him?"