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Life had been relatively peaceful since the papapa-to-save-the-world and the resolution of the main plot line of Proud Immortal Demon Way.
In retrospect, perhaps it had been even a little TOO peaceful.
Aside from the occasional sex pollen or wife plot, Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe had so far enjoyed a couple months of domestic bliss. Surprisingly, the young maiden Bing-meimei didn’t actually require a lot of work to be kept happy! He was content as long as he could feed his Shizun every meal, stick to his Shizun 24/7, assault his Shizun with his heavenly sky pillar every night…
Ok, perhaps it WAS a good amount of work. But his little disciple had a fragile heart, ah! Shen Qingqiu was loathe to admit it, but he had a soft spot for his disciple’s stickiness. After all, how was he supposed to bear the sight of the immortal demon protagonist Luo Binghe crying about how his Shizun looked at a leaf for too long? It was too much for his old man’s heart, all right?
On this particular morning, Shen Qingqiu woke up next to Binghe like usual. Binghe never stopped being sticky, even at night. He was wrapped around Shen Qingqiu like an octopus, snoring quietly next to his ear. Binghe looked particularly angelic when he was sleeping. Shen Qingqiu sighed and patted his head automatically. This protagonist would be the death of him, ah!
Luo Binghe woke up, yawning and blinking.
“Shizun?”
“Ah, Binghe, this master was just pondering something. Go back to sleep.”
Luo Binghe’s eyes widened and his face became dejected.
“Was Shizun perhaps hurt by this disciple’s poor technique last night…?”
Shen Qingqiu internally smacked himself. How could he arrive at that conclusion? Maiden Luo really belonged in a shoujo manga!
“No! This has nothing to do with… our previous transgressions.”
Luo Binghe’s eyes grew watery.
“Shizun, this disciple apologizes for still not having mastered the proper technique.” Luo Binghe’s looked down shyly. “Perhaps, if Shizun will permit it, this disciple could practice right now…?”
As expected of the protagonist! Shen Qingqiu was no stranger to Binghe’s plots for extra morning-papapa-action. Luo Binghe, ah Luo Binghe, please have some pity for this old man’s body!
While Shen Qingqiu was busy thinking, Luo Binghe took the opportunity to roll over and slot his lips over Shen Qingqiu’s. He kissed at them incessantly until Shen Qingqiu finally conceded, parting his lips to deepen the kiss. Luo Binghe reached down to pull at Shen Qingqiu’s robes. Things were just getting heated when they both heard a small gasp come from the corner of the room.
Reflexively, Shen Qingqiu pushed Luo Binghe off of him and jumped out of bed to confront the intruder, only to be greeted by a very familiar set of wide eyes staring back at him.
…
It was his little sheep, ah! His white lotus disciple!! Somehow, a fourteen year old Luo Binghe was standing in front of the both of them, looking very panicked. System-dada, please explain!
The dialogue box popped open cheerfully.
‘Wife plot “inspiring young hearts” is in progress! Please try your best. Wishing the user good luck!’
Try your best? Shen Qingqiu would rather not try at all, thank you very much!
“Sh-shizun?! What’s going on? Where am I?”
Shen Qingqiu turned his attention back to the little sheep Binghe, who was glancing around the room nervously. As he took in more of the scene, his face reddened. Shen Qingqiu wracked his brain for what he should say, but before he could get any words out, a menacing aura sent a shiver down his spine.
The older Luo Binghe had stood up, and was staring his little counter part down dangerously.
“You have five seconds to explain who you are and what business you have with my Shizun before I handle you myself.”
Little Binghe cowered slightly, but still answered diligently.
“Qing Jing Peak’s Luo Binghe, sir!”
The older Luo Binghe raised a hand as if to throttle him, but Shen Qingqiu grabbed his wrist.
“Binghe, don’t be rash! I can sense it. That… that really is a version of you from the past.”
Both Binghes turned to stare incredulously.
“Shizun, what..?”
The little sheep Binghe looked very confused. In retrospect, Shen Qingqiu probably should have waited to explain the situation a bit more calmly to him.
“Binghe, please, come sit with this master. I’ll explain it all to you in due time.”
He could see the cogs turning in Binghe’s head.
“If he is me, and Shizun and him are like this, then that means Shizun and I in the future are…”
The older Luo Binghe chose this moment to pipe back into the conversation.
“Yes, me and him are. Indeed. Married.”
That was the final straw. With another tiny gasp, little Binghe turned a bright shade of red and fell into a faint.
How was Shen Qingqiu supposed to explain this to him when he wakes up? System? System ah?!!