The rumored male protagonist is indeed extraordinary, and the scientist who designed Xie Lu must not be a serious person either.

Who is the good guy who installed a cannon on AI?

It's so scary.

If you stick that kind of thing in someone's body, it will kill them. And they have to do it over and over again. It's not much better than lingchi.

There's no other way. I've already started, so I can only continue.

He bit his lower lip and was about to try to help Xie Lu relieve the pain when the voices of the two demons suddenly came from outside the closet again.

"Hey, do you smell anything? It smells so good..."

"I smell it, brother, you smell so good."

Shen Yimian was almost choked to death by these words. The next moment, he heard one of the demons scream and run out of the door quickly, and the other demon immediately followed.

"Stop, don't run..."

The corners of Shen Yimian's mouth twitched slightly, but it was a good thing that the two demons left. At least he didn't have to help Xie Lu do this kind of thing.

He was about to push open the closet door and go out, but someone suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.

The door of the wing room was wide open, and the moonlight poured in without leaving any room. With the help of the moonlight, he finally saw Xie Lu's face clearly.

"etc."

His voice was deep and cold, his brows furrowed even tighter, and he stared at Shen Yimian with an extremely dangerous look, which made Shen Yimian subconsciously want to run away like the demon, but the fingers on his wrist held him tightly like an iron chain, not allowing him to break free at all.

Shen Yimian swallowed his saliva and whispered, "What's wrong?"

"You'll be discovered if you go out now, come back."

What Xie Lu said was indeed correct. The sound of firecrackers outside had shown signs of stopping, which meant that the sacrifice would soon begin. All the demon cultivators must have gathered outside.

Shen Yimian retreated to the closet with a dead heart, and heard Xie Lu's patient voice, "Continue."

“…”

Perhaps Xie Lu did not intend to give orders, but his tone made people feel very uncomfortable, and there was a sense of superiority.

Shen Yimian narrowed his eyes, and the anger that had not been vented during the quarrel just now surged in his heart again.

He pulled up the corners of his mouth and forced a smile, "Okay."

After saying that, Shen Yimian reached out and grabbed him.

This body had no sense of pain, but Xie Lu still groaned, and the meaning of that sound was obvious.

Xie Lu's extremely restrained and forbearing expression made Shen Yimian feel even more weird. She always felt as if she was doing something that challenged the bottom line of ethics and morality.

It was Xie Lu who asked him to continue, he was just following Xie Lu's "instructions".

Shen Yimian's rare remaining sense of morality quickly dissipated. He played with it patiently, admiring Xie Lu's expression as he gasped for breath. He felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure in his heart as if he had let out some anger.

Even artificial gods created by future technology have areas they are completely incompetent in—not even something as simple as self-relief.

After this incident, does Xie Lu still dare to think he is stupid?

"Do you know what this is called?" he suddenly asked.

Xie Lu pursed his lips and looked at him solemnly.

Shen Yimian slowly approached him and said seriously, "This is human desire. Human emotions are based on desire. Family affection is the desire for dependence and protection, friendship is the desire for recognition, and love is the desire for the fusion of body and soul.

The first lesson the teacher teaches you is how to vent your desires, so please learn carefully."

Xie Lu remained silent, as if he was really studying seriously, but his eyes would always linger on Shen Yimian's crimson lips whenever they passed by them.

Shen Yimian was completely unaware and asked casually, "How do you feel now?"

Xie Lu: "Popular Expression or Standardized Language"

"…Let's be more standardized."

"I hope you can increase the frequency of friction. It's very slow now."

Shen Yimian almost laughed out loud, raised his head and moved closer to him, his eyes falling on the sweat oozing from Xie Lu's forehead, and said with a hint of ridicule, "As an artificial intelligence, aren't you a little too lustful?"

"This isn't my intention. It's just that the machine is too similar to humans, so..."

Xie Lu was about to say something to explain, but Shen Yimian suddenly stopped.

The pleasure that had been elusive was instantly replaced by a huge emptiness.

He was clearly aware that his already difficult-to-suppress desire not only did not ease, but instead became even more intense.

Very annoying, very annoying.

This state of being on the verge of losing control made him feel an urgent urge to commit some illegal act.

He didn't understand why the physiological reaction could prevent him from thinking normally, he only knew that he wanted more now.

The person in front of him smiled meaningfully and deliberately loosened his hand. "Since you don't have this intention, then you can rely on your willpower to control it."

Xie Lu frowned, how could he not understand that the human in front of him was deliberately toying with him? He suddenly pushed Shen Yimian into the corner. Shen Yimian's waist was so thin that it could not be grasped in one hand. Xie Lu even felt that he could pinch it off with a little force.

"What are you doing!" Shen Yimian was so scared that her scalp exploded. "You can't repay the teacher for teaching you. You have to respect your teacher, understand?"

Xie Lu stared straight into Shen Yimian's eyes. He had the same aesthetic sense as humans, so he naturally knew how beautiful those eyes were.

Especially when frightened, her clear and bright eyes are filled with trembling spring water, which is very beautiful.

The feeling of irritability and depression in his heart became even stronger, as if the devil from the Garden of Eden was whispering in his ear, tempting him to commit some heinous mistake.

However, he knew that he could not do anything to the person in front of him.

No, it would ruin the plot.

His cold fingertips gently caressed Shen Yimian's soft face. After a while, Xie Lu forced himself to withdraw his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "I beg you to continue."

The words he spoke were clearly a request, but his tone was not kind at all and carried a strong sense of oppression.

Shen Yimian shuddered inexplicably, vaguely feeling as if a wild animal had bitten his throat. Sometimes, he felt that Xie Lu was nothing like an AI, like an extremely cold-blooded scalpel, used to treat illnesses and save lives, but also capable of ripping open a person's stomach at any time.

Under the scorching gaze, he gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, and covered the soft and silky fabric again.

"I'll help you this time, but don't tell anyone when you go back."

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Yimian felt as if his wrist was about to break. It was so sore that he didn't even have the strength to lift his arm. He asked softly with some complaint, "Are you almost healed?"

"Very soon." Xie Lu's voice came from above his head. Shen Yimian looked up and saw that this man had surrounded his entire body at some point. His broad shoulders, like a barrier, were full of strong deterrence and blocked all his sight. He raised his head with great effort and saw that Xie Lu's eyes were cold and gloomy, and he didn't look like a person immersed in pleasure at all.

Did you enjoy it?

It doesn't look like it's cool at all.

"You said it would be soon half an hour ago."

Shen Yimian rubbed his sore arm and grumbled aggrievedly, "Why don't you do it yourself?"

In the dark night, Xie Lu looked down at him and said, "I remember I paid the tuition." The inner elixir in the storage ring.

A man who eats someone's food should be grateful, and a man who takes someone's money should be merciful.

Shen Yimian was choked by him and had to continue.

Another half an hour passed, and when Shen Yimian was about to collapse in despair, everything was finally over.

He rubbed his sore arms and trembling hands, huddled in the corner of the closet, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead, his mind filled with only one thought - he really didn't know how much suffering the male protagonist's fiancée would suffer in the future.

I could hear Xie Lu's slightly rapid breathing.

In the moonlight, Shen Yimian looked at him, and rarely saw a trace of embarrassment on that face that had never changed for thousands of years.

He's not happy yet, so there must be someone else who should be unhappy.

Shen Yimian said unhappily, "What's wrong, my eldest lady?"

"My clothes are dirty." Xie Lu didn't like the sticky feeling, he really didn't like it.

Although, he didn't hate the process.

Shen Yimian held his forehead helplessly and said like coaxing a child, "Just clean it up with a cleaning spell. We still have business to attend to."

Xie Lu pursed his lips and accepted Shen Yimian's suggestion. Completing the task was more important.

After cleaning himself up, Xie Lu felt as if his mind was much clearer. Those abnormal evil thoughts that controlled his brain finally disappeared from his mind.

Desire is indeed a terrible thing.

Coming out of the closet, Shen Yimian looked at the wrinkles on Xie Lu's clothes. His face turned red belatedly and he looked away awkwardly.

He swore that he would never do such a thing again in his life.

The atmosphere was subtly calm.

Xie Lu carefully smoothed out the wrinkles and whispered, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for saving me from this dire situation."

But he didn't want to say how the water and fire came about.

Shen Yimian avoided his gaze and answered him softly, "It's a small matter."

"I'm going to do the mission. You just hide in the closet. Don't come out until I come back." Xie Lu paused and added, "If you really want to come out, don't run too far. Protect yourself."

Hearing this, Shen Yimian looked up at him in surprise. She felt inexplicably uncomfortable, as if she had made a mistake as a child and was forgiven by her mother. It was very strange.

After a while, he whispered, "Well, I understand."

Seeing that he agreed, Xie Lu opened the wardrobe door, watched Shen Yimian obediently go in, huddled in the corner, and gently closed the door.

In less than half an hour, the wardrobe door was suddenly opened.

Shen Yimian was startled by the moonlight in front of him and quickly climbed out of the closet. Only then did he see clearly that the person who opened the door was Xie Lu.

He rubbed his sore legs and thought Xie Lu had forgotten to bring something, "Why are you back so soon?"

Xie Lu took off the thin silver longbow from his back and put it back into the storage ring, saying calmly, "It's over."

Shen Yimian was stunned: "What's over?"

Xie Lu's expression was calm, as if he was just describing a trivial matter. "The mission is over, and I can return to the sect."

Shen Yimian said in disbelief, "So fast, then why did you wait so long before taking action?"

Xie Lu whispered, "The demons have captured many civilians, and rescuing them took a lot of time."

He had already tampered with the sacrificial formation last night, so it couldn't function normally, let alone hurt him.

Hearing this, Shen Yimian was still a little bit unbelievable. They actually completed the Heavenly Grade Mission so quickly. This was a Heavenly Grade Mission, the Heavenly Grade Mission that killed all his senior brothers and sisters.

He climbed out of the closet and followed Xie Lu across the threshold, his breathing instantly stagnating.

——In front of him were piles of countless broken arms and bodies of demons and zombies.

When was he killed? Why was there no sound at all?

Looking up, Xie Lu stepped over a half-dead body without paying attention.

Too strong.

It would be best if AI could become a friend of humans rather than an enemy, otherwise... the end would be dire.

"Let's return to the sect on the sword."

Shen Yimian was still looking at the corpses. Hearing this, he nodded subconsciously, drew his sword and handed it to him.

Xie Lu took the sword and was about to wield it when a hand came to his waist.

His expression faltered slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look.

The scene in the closet suddenly appeared in his mind, and it was such slender fingers that gently held him.

"What's wrong"

Seeing that he didn't move, Shen Yimian asked in surprise, "Let's go, it stinks here."

All he saw were corpses, and he didn't want to stay in this damn place for even a second.

Xie Lu calmly smoothed his clothes, gently removed the soft and thin hand, and whispered,

"nothing."

——It’s just hard again, probably some kind of sequelae.