Departure from the Palace [Full Text]

The water prison of Tianjue Palace was underground, dark, damp, and dimly lit. Han Luo, however, seemed to see in the dark, quickly finding the person he was looking for.

"Yangyang." Han Luo crouched down and carefully nudged the person lying on the ground.

"Get away." Qi Yang turned his back, not wanting to see him or smell anyone else's scent on him.

Han Luo grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. "I know you hate me. If you don't want to end up like me, don't throw a tantrum now."

"Who's throwing a tantrum?" Qi Yang suddenly sat up, glaring at him. Seeing his gentle face, he suddenly deflated and slumped back to the ground, turning to his side, closing his eyes, and snorting, "What are you doing here?"

Han Luo didn't answer, but placed his hand on Qi Yang's pulse. "Not bad. You were hit by Li Tian's unique technique and spent half the night in this water prison, yet your blood and qi are still flowing smoothly. Looks like you've been working hard these past few years."

Qi Yang snorted and sat up. "I don't need your help."

"Come with me." Han Luo ignored his ugly expression and pulled him away. Qi Yang shook his hand but stopped resisting. He knew the consequences; he knew that if it weren't for those two kicks, he would have difficulty even standing up. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had indeed been reckless in trespassing into Tianjue Palace.

"Han Luo, why aren't you sleeping so late? What are you doing wandering around the water dungeon?" Under the moonlight, Li Tian looked dangerous and gloomy as he watched Han Luo pull Qi Yang out of the artificial hill. "Wearing so few clothes, I'll be worried if you get cold."

"Thank you for your concern, Master. I just wanted to revisit this place on a whim. I didn't expect Master to also have the interest in nighttime strolls." Han Luo turned to cover Qi Yang and whispered, "If there's a chance later, you should leave quickly."

"The person who was groaning in my arms just a moment ago is now thinking of eloping with the little brat. How can I, Master, sleep?" Li Tian grinned, giving a chilling smile.

Han Luo trembled, gripping Qi Yang's hand tightly, and angrily rebuked, "Li Tian, stop spouting nonsense. Today, I'm leaving."

"Han Luo, if you keep acting like this, I won't be able to resist." Li Tian gazed at Han Luo's angry face under the moonlight, mesmerized. How long had it been? How long had it been since he'd seen such a genuine side of him? From the moment he'd used every means to force Han Luo to submit, Han Luo's behavior had shifted from initial resistance to resignation, and finally to the obsequious posture of a male concubine. His body had opened up to him, but his heart had closed. In bed, Han Luo was alluring yet fake; all his seductive mannerisms were deliberate. He seemed inseparable from Li Tian, but in reality, he was becoming increasingly elusive, increasingly difficult to grasp. Li Tian had thought the original Han Luo had vanished, but now it seemed he was merely concealing himself. Thinking of this, Li Tian's blood boiled, a long-lost excitement surging within him. Han Luo, Han Luo, I will force you out.

"Li Tian, you demon..." Qi Yang, seeing his lewd gaze, couldn't help but curse angrily.

"Yang Yang," Han Luo stopped him. He whispered, "Don't fight him, and don't worry about me. You have to get out of here later."

"Trying to fight with my men in front of me, kid, you're something else." Li Tian clapped his hands, and a group of people emerged from the shadows, surrounding Han Luo and Qi Yang. "Ye Hu, this kid is yours. Do whatever you want with him."

"Yang Yang, remember this. Get out of here quickly." Han Luo blocked the people who surrounded him and threw Qi Yang away at the same time.

"You guys go catch that kid." Li Tian caught Han Luo's move and entangled him.

"Yes." The group obeyed and went to surround Qi Yang.

Han Luo was anxious and ignored Li Tian, who was entangled with him. He turned around to stop Ye Hu and the others.

Li Tian grabbed his waist and gently massaged it. "Han Luo, isn't your waist sore?"

"Ah..." Han Luo's waist went limp, and he almost collapsed into Li Tian's arms. He suppressed the groan that was about to escape his lips and glared at him. "Li Tian!!"

"I like you like this." Li Tian pressed him into his arms and rubbed his face against the top of his head. “So radiant, so captivating, and he even bears my mark, my scent… Han Luo, my Han Luo…”

“Madman!” Han Luo blushed slightly, his face growing hotter and hotter as he listened to his deep voice, almost burning to the touch.

“What are you doing? Let me go, let me go!”

Qi Yang’s angry voice rang out, jolting Han Luo awake. “Li Tian, let him go.”

“Master.” Ye Hu grabbed Qi Yang and threw him in front of Li Tian.

“You guys play.” Li Tian held Han Luo firmly and said calmly.

Qi Yang’s face was pale, and he retreated in panic, instinctively calling out, “Brother Luo…”

Ye Hu stepped forward, grabbed his chin, and shoved a pill into his mouth. Qi Yang tried to spit it out, but the pill, made of some unknown material, melted instantly in his mouth, and nothing came out.

“Li Tian, let him go.” Han Luo said coldly.

Li Tian glanced down at the jade hairpin pressed against his throat and chuckled, "Han Luo, you're not planning to use this against me, are you?"

Han Luo tightened his grip, the hairpin piercing the flesh, blood flowing down its length.

Li Tian half-raised his hand and said, "Fine, I won't interfere. If you can get him out of here, I won't bother him again."

"Thanks." Han Luo slapped him away and stepped forward to pin Ye Hu down on Qi Yang.

The cult members surrounded and tried to stop him, but Han Luo moved with incredible speed, weaving through them and throwing Ye Hu away.

"Brother Luo." Qi Yang hugged Han Luo tightly, leaning against him weakly. Han Luo punched him in the stomach, and Qi Yang bent over, spitting out a mouthful of yellow liquid. Han Luo spun around, plucked a leaf, and stuffed it into his mouth. "Chew it up and swallow it."

Qi Yang's face was flushed, his voice hoarse, looking at him with a hazy gaze. "Brother Luo..."

"Good boy, swallow it." Han Luo wiped the filth from his mouth and said softly.

Qi Yang opened his lips but bit Han Luo's finger.

Han Luo chuckled twice and rubbed his finger against Qi Yang's lips. "I know. You just have to behave."

Qi Yang swallowed the leaf with a silly grin.

"You have to chew it." Han Luo smiled and frowned, leading him through the crowd, snatching a sword. His swordplay was swift and fierce, forcing the crowd to retreat in no time. Taking advantage of the moment, Han Luo lifted him up and leaped onto the palace wall, flying away.

"Han Luo, Han Luo, you actually have such skills." Li Tian watched him leave, admiring but also annoyed. "That little beast!!"

"This subordinate failed in his duty, allowing them to escape. Please punish me, Master." Ye Hu bowed his head and accepted the punishment.

"It's not your fault. I underestimated him." Li Tian touched the bloodstains on his neck, shook his head and sighed, saying in a low voice, "We've been intimate for so many days, and you really had the heart to do it."

"No, no, no, no." Qi Yang shook his head and waved his hands.

"Little brat, could it be that you..." Han Luo looked at the flustered Qi Yang suspiciously.

Qi Yang pouted and lowered his head.

Han Luo pushed him against the tree, one hand stroking his lower body and the other encircling his neck, kissing his wet lips fiercely. After the kiss, he stared at him seriously: "Little brat, this isn't good."

"I'm sorry." Qi Yang lowered his head, his voice trembling as if he was about to cry.

"I mean you should know what's important and what's urgent. You're not a child anymore, you need to learn to grow up, you know? Also, you rashly broke into Tianjue Palace, did you think about what would happen if you were caught?"

"Brother Luo, I want to find you. I've been waiting for so long." Qi Yang looked at Han Luo with red eyes.

"But it hasn't been long enough. If you want to come find me, you have to be stronger than me." Han Luo stroked the back of his neck and sighed, "Qi Yang..."

"Brother Luo, do you like that old bastard?" Qi Yang asked hurriedly, seeing his gentle demeanor. This question had been swirling in his mind for a long time, and as soon as he asked, he pricked up his ears, waiting for his answer.

At the same time, Li Tian, who had been secretly following them, also had his ears perked up. If he didn't want to see Han Luo let his guard down and remove his mask, he would have already shown himself and torn that little beast to pieces. Enduring the heat of the furnace to see such a vivid Han Luo was a mixed blessing for Li Tian. Putting all that aside, if he could hear Han Luo express his feelings for him, that alone would make it somewhat worthwhile for that little beast to have taken advantage of him.

After a long while, Han Luo finally said softly, "Yang Yang, he's the same age as me, not that old bastard."

Han Luo gave Qi Yang a resentful look. "Qi Yang, are you saying I'm old?"

"No, no, that's not it." Qi Yang scrambled to his feet, seeing his seemingly annoyed expression. "This, this..."

Han Luo chuckled, pinching his cheek. "Yangyang, you're so funny."

Qi Yang stared, stunned by his bright eyes. "Brother Luo, you're so handsome."

Before Han Luo could say anything, Li Tian, annoyed, leaped down from a nearby tree. "You little beast, that's enough!"

"Li Tian!!" Han Luo exclaimed in shock, pulling Qi Yang behind him.

"Han Luo, I'll let you have your fun today." Li Tian stepped forward and knocked him unconscious with one hand.

"Li Tian, don't hurt Qi Yang." Han Luo grabbed his clothes and collapsed into his arms.

Li Tian snorted and carried Han Luo away.

"You old bastard, put down my Brother Luo!" Qi Yang chased after him desperately.

Han Luo held Qi Yang, touching his face, occasionally lowering his head to kiss him. This boy was so young and handsome, clean and refreshing, full of vitality. His eyes were bright and full of trust as he looked at him, melting even the hardest heart.

"Little darling..." A child is a child, regardless of where he is or what the future holds. After their lovemaking, he fell into a deep sleep. Han Luo looked at Qi Yang, who was clinging to him tightly, and his heart softened. "You little rascal, hmph!"

He pinched his nose and kissed him. Yang Yang was still as cute as when he was a child. Yang Yang, I won't let you be tainted by the world. Such a beautiful boy should live carefree in the sunshine.

"Brother Luo." Qi Yang murmured, smacking his lips twice, not caring whether he actually kissed him or not, and rubbed his face against Han Luo, grinning foolishly. "Brother Luo."

Han Luo looked at this guy who showed no signs of waking up and couldn't help but laugh and scold him. "Silly boy."

Li Tian came in and saw the two of them hugging tightly. Han Luo was holding the little beast very gently, his lips were always upturned, and his eyes were full of love.

This gentle side of Han Luo was something Li Tian had never seen before; he was showing his softest side to that little beast. A murderous intent surged in Li Tian's heart.

Han Luo sensed it and looked up at the demonic man. "Li Tian, you said you wouldn't cause him any trouble."

"I keep my word, I won't cause him any trouble." Li Tian looked at Han Luo, who quickly regrouped, and said hatefully, "If anyone else wants to..."

"Li Tian, you're despicable!!" Han Luo stood up angrily.

Qi Yang grunted in dissatisfaction, and Han Luo quickly embraced him, trying to soothe his unease.

Seeing his tender and protective manner, Li Tian felt a surge of hatred in his heart. He pressed down hard, silencing Han Luo with a kiss that captured his softness and tenderness. Han Luo struggled desperately, his eyes glaring at him.

"Don't struggle. Be careful not to disturb him." Li Tian took a slight step back. Han Luo opened his lips and let him kiss him. His kiss seemed to devour him, fierce and intense, with a strong masculine scent, different from Qi Yang's refreshing one, more capable of igniting a fire within him.

After a long while, Han Luo gasped for breath. "Li Tian, have you had enough?"

"No." This Han Luo, without his usual sharpness or deliberate flattery, was the real him. Li Tian stroked his swollen lips. "Han Luo, why can't you treat me like this?"

Han Luo sneered.

Li Tian pressed his lips against his. "Han Luo, I'll give you two years. If he can withstand a hundred of my moves after two years, I'll set you free. If not, he's at my mercy, and you'll have to treat me well for the rest of your life." Li Tian stroked Qi Yang's head, which was nestled in Han Luo's arms.

Han Luo slapped his hand away. "Why should I believe you?"

"You have to believe me."

"Fine." Han Luo didn't know what he was planning, but anyway, he was in Li Tian's hands. A sliver of hope, two years to catch his breath, was beneficial to him no matter what.

"Han Luo, I won't hold back. Don't just think about having fun with him these two years."

"Han Luo..." Qi Yang hugged the person squatting on the ground from behind.

"Little brat, call me brother." Han Luo pinched his arm. It was hard; the little brat had gotten quite a bit stronger.

A year has passed since they left Tianjue Palace. Han Luo and Qi Yang found a flat area behind the former Martial Alliance Mountain and settled down in seclusion. A small courtyard, a few small houses, a small vegetable garden—their life was peaceful and happy. Han Luo had been teaching Qi Yang martial arts. Qi Yang was indeed talented and progressed rapidly, but he was still far from being able to withstand a hundred moves from Li Tian in a year.

"Brother Han Luo..." Qi Yang pulled Han Luo up and hugged him. In that year, Qi Yang had grown rapidly, already half a head taller than Han Luo. He used this as an excuse to stop calling Han Luo "brother," except on certain special occasions.

"What are you two being all lovey-dovey about? Did you learn the sword technique I taught you yesterday?" Han Luo pinched his cheek. This little devil always had impure thoughts, but his soft cheek felt so good to pinch.

"Brother Luo..." Qi Yang rested his head on Han Luo's shoulder, completely encircling him in his arms. He nibbled on his ear, whispering, "Brother Luo..."

Smelling his fresh, youthful scent and hearing his dreamlike voice, Han Luo's body went weak. Qi Yang seized the opportunity to carry him back to the house and pin him to the bed.

"Qi Yang, go practice your sword." Han Luo glared at him, knowing he was up to no good.

"Brother Luo, I haven't had it in so long..." Qi Yang clung to him, snuggling against him. "Mmm...Brother Luo..."

"Who told you not to practice hard enough?" Han Luo tapped Qi Yang's head.

"I'm working hard." Qi Yang quickly unbuttoned Han Luo's clothes, biting his small nipples, his hands caressing and pinching his waist and abdomen.

"You learn this so quickly." Han Luo rolled his eyes at him, lifting his waist to let his hands explore. No matter how impatient he was, this little devil still needed some sweetness, otherwise he would pout and look like someone owed him a debt from lifetimes ago.

"Brother Luo, you don't like me anymore." Look, his lips are pouting again.

Han Luo pulled his head down and kissed his pouting lips. "You little rascal, always teasing your brother Luo."

Qi Yang chuckled, thoroughly tossing and turning Han Luo from head to toe before finally getting up to practice his sword in the woods.

Han Luo lay on the bed, rubbing his aching back, wondering if he'd been starving him for too long. This brat was getting more and more ruthless; was he really getting old? Just as he was sighing, he heard a soft rustling sound beside the bed.

Han Luo suddenly flipped over, grabbed the person's neck, and pinned him to the bed, snarling, "You little rascal, you're playing tricks on me again!" When he saw who it was, he suddenly cried out in alarm, "Li Tian!"

Li Tian let him choke him, his hand casually resting on Han Luo's waist, enjoying the feeling of having a beauty in his arms.

Han Luo, unaware of his thoughts, glared at him and demanded, "What are you doing here? It's only been a year!"

"I changed my mind." Li Tian grabbed the back of Han Luo's head, flipped him over, and pinned him down, silencing his protests.

"Ugh, ugh..." Han Luo struggled. How could this person change his mind so easily, and so self-righteously, as if it were his right? He managed to push him away a little, just managing to say, "You broke your promise... ugh..." Han Luo's strength had recovered considerably in the past year, but Li Tian seemed even stronger than before.

Han Luo's face flushed red as he struggled to break free again. "You're despicable and shameless... ugh..."

"Li Tian, Li Tian..." Han Luo called out to him with difficulty, pounding on him.

"What?" Li Tian loosened his grip slightly. Han Luo gasped for breath, glaring at him. "Shameless scoundrel."

Li Tian chuckled and silenced him with another kiss, until Han Luo was nearly fainting. He then released Han Luo, stroking his flushed face and whispering, "Han Luo, do you have any other insults? Something more powerful."

"Thick-skinned bastard." Han Luo finally managed to utter after a long pause.

"Hahahaha..." Li Tian laughed so hard he rolled around on the bed, finally wiping away tears from his eyes. "Han Luo, can you stop being so cute?"

"Idiot." Han Luo glared at this shameless rogue. Was this really Li Tian? How come he hadn't realized before how shameless he was?

Li Tian stopped laughing, his face turning serious. "Han Luo, I can't wait any longer. Today, you will take a hundred of my moves for him."

"Why should I? You always say what you mean, and you never keep your word."

Li Tian touched his sulking face, his expression grave. "This time it's for real. If you win, I, Li Tian, will lead the Tianjue Sect away from here!"
"Han Luo, if you lose, your little darling will be at my mercy." "Li Tian pointed his sword tip at Han Luo opposite him.

The mountain wind howled, making his clothes flutter. Although they were simple coarse cloth clothes, his demeanor was no less than that of any noble young master. Although he was imprisoned and suffered such treatment, his bearing was still no less than that of any famous swordsman. Han Luo, you are so outstanding, you should live in this free and vast world, but you should stay in my bed. A slight smile appeared on Li Tian's lips, flashing by.

Han Luo's eyelids twitched, and a sense of unease welled up in his heart. He steadied himself. "Li Tian, only a hundred moves. You wait and see if you can get out of here with your Tianjue Sect!"
Li Tian chuckled, revealing a sword stance. Han Luo twisted his wrist and attacked with his sword.

At first, Li Tian smiled lightly, as if strolling in a garden, only defending and not attacking. After twenty moves, Han Luo grew increasingly fierce, while Li Tian's expression turned serious, abandoning his playful demeanor as he fought back. Another twenty moves passed, and Li Tian unleashed his sword techniques.

After several dozen more moves, Han Luo was forced to fight with all his might, each move a desperate attempt to kill Li Tian, every strike aimed at his vital points.

Li Tian, watching the sword thrusting towards him with the force of the wind, smiled faintly, released his sword, and closed his eyes.

"Li Tian!!" Han Luo, seeing him seemingly resigned to his fate, was terrified. It was too late to retract his attack, so he could only deflect his sword, grazing it past Li Tian's ear. Li Tian casually grabbed him, wrapped his arm around his waist, and tapped his wrist, teasingly saying, "Little Luo Luo, throwing yourself at this leader again. What? Can't your little darling satisfy you?"

Han Luo's sword clattered to the ground, his face alternating between pale and red, as he stood there dumbfounded, letting Li Tian hold him. "You, you."

"Han Luo, you can't bear to hurt me!"

Han Luo's heart was still pounding wildly as he stared blankly at him.

Li Tian smiled and kissed him on the lips, asking in a seductive tone, "Do you love me? Han Luo."

"No, no." Han Luo was still absent-minded.

"Lying! You love me." Li Tian dragged Han Luo to a sheltered spot, his hand reaching inside his clothes to caress him. "Han Luo, your body loves me, and your heart loves me too."

"Li the Demon, it's all your fault for causing trouble, Brother Luo is ignoring me."

"You brat, don't you have a share? If you didn't, why would he ignore you?"

Qi Yang was speechless.

"I told you to get out, why are you still hanging around here? Do you need someone to kick you out?"

"Didn't your Brother Luo tell you to get out too?"

"This is my home, of course I'm here. You'd better hurry back to your Demon Palace."

"You brat, are you looking for death?" Li Tian slammed his hand on the wooden railing.

"What's all the noise about?" Han Luo flung open the door. Taking advantage of the moment, Li Tian and Qi Yang, who had been standing at the door, stepped forward and slipped into the room. Qi Yang hugged Han Luo tightly, nuzzling his neck. "Brother Luo

, I'm sorry." Han Luo, furious, couldn't bring himself to hit him, seeing his adorable expression. Li Tian hugged him from behind, also nuzzling his neck. "Han Luo, you're biased. You like him, not me."

"You!" Han Luo glared at the seemingly cute Li Tian, speechless.

Li Tian seized the opportunity to kiss his lips, dragging him towards the bed and quickly stripping off his clothes.

"Brother Luo..." Qi Yang cheered and pounced on him.

Han Luo, watching the two perfectly coordinated, kicked one of them and angrily asked, "When did you two team up?"

Qi Yang clung to him, acting coquettishly. "Brother Luo, don't say that. I'm not with him. I'm only with my Brother Luo."

"Yes, our relationship is purely one of superiors and superiors, nothing more. Don't be jealous, little Luo Luo." Li Tian also pounced on him and clung to him.

"Get out of here, both of you!" Superiors and superiors, Han Luo was so angry he was dizzy, and kicked them away one by one.

Qi Yang quickly rushed back, burying his face in his chest and sobbing. "Brother Luo, if you kick me out, I'll be homeless. Brother Luo, you don't want me anymore."

"You little brat, what are you pretending for?" Han Luo slapped him on the head. It made a loud noise. Qi Yang touched the back of his head and cried out in grievance, "Brother Luo!"

Han Luo looked at his abandoned puppy-like eyes and his heart softened. His hand involuntarily touched the back of his head. "Yang Yang."

Qi Yang climbed up and bit his lips. Li Tian naturally climbed onto the bed without ceremony and tore off all his clothes.

Early in the morning, Han Luo rubbed his aching back and struggled to get out of bed.

"You brat, how can you be so stupid? You can't even cook porridge."

"Why are you yelling? You can't cook either."

"Who said I can't? How could this leader do such trivial things?"

"Being incompetent is being incompetent, stop making excuses."

Han Luo, his face cold, drew two swords. "Brother Luo!" "Little Luo Luo!"
The

two, who had been tense and ready to fight, rushed over with fawning smiles, practically wagging their tails.

Han Luo coldly drew two swords.

"Little Luo Luo, what are you doing?" Li Tian asked warily.

"Brother Luo, you're not going to kill yourself, are you?" Qi Yang asked worriedly.

Han Luo sneered and tossed the swords to them. "You two, start sparring now. You're not allowed to stop until I tell you to."

"Han Luo."

"Brother Luo."

Han Luo pointed at Li Tian and said, "If you hurt Qi Yang even a little, you'd better get back to Tianjue Palace immediately."

"Huh?!" Li Tian looked at Qi Yang, his face full of hurt. "Little Luo Luo..."

Han Luo then pointed at Qi Yang, who was smugly standing to the side. "If you dare to play tricks, you'll sleep with Little Yang from now on."

Qi Yang looked at the little black dog tied up in the corner of the yard and cried out in a pitiful voice, "No! Brother Luo..." "Aren't you

going to make a move yet!"

"Come on! I've wanted to teach you a lesson for a long time anyway." Li Tian picked up his sword and leaped to the middle of the courtyard.

"Li Demon, I've had my eye on you for a long time too." Qi Yang was invigorated and charged forward with his sword.

Han Luo brought out a reclining chair, placed it next to him, lay down, and squinted to enjoy watching the two fighting.

"Hmph, superiors and superiors."

"Qi Yang, you little bastard, you're just taking advantage of my inability to be ruthless towards you, aren't you..."

"Li Tian Demon, you're so capable, aren't you? Hmph... With you practicing swordsmanship with me, Qi Yang will catch up with you soon, and then..."

"You two have so much energy, don't you?..."

Accompanied by the rustling of sword wind and the occasional clang of two swords clashing, Han Luo curled his lips and gradually drifted into sleep.

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