Number One Ugly Husband

87. The Ugly Acts Weird

Translator: Gloria1616

After Bao Ye finished, Dongling Ce asked, “Just burned the bodies and killed three people?”

Bao Ye nodded.

Dongling Ce stared at him for a while, thought for a moment and said, “I know what’s wrong with your face.”

“What is it?”

“If you do something good, your face will recover gradually. If you do something bad, your face will be worse. If you want your face recover, you have to do more good things than the bad.”

“Is it?” He recalled when the first time his face recovered, he saved a group of people after the wind disaster, then his face turned good. But how did his face immediately change back?

He went it through carefully. Could it because he didn’t make every effort to persuade the slaves to evade the tornado and a lot of slaves died for it?

The more he thought about it, he felt the possibility grew stronger. When the flood came, he saved a large number of slaves, and refined the medicine to help the majority of slaves evade from the plague, so half of his face recovered. Now the pustules returned because he killed people.

Alas, this face was really strange. He must have done bunches of evil things to get this. By the way, he needed to investigate why the ugly slave looked like him.

“You have saved so many people before, and your face only recovered half. If you want to completely restore your face, you have to save people from at least three or four cities. And after it is totally recovered, you can’t do anything bad or you have to save more people.”

Bao Ye didn’t care about it: “Being ugly is acceptable for a person, ablity spoke louder than the face.”

Dongling Ce teased, “Aren’t you afraid of living your life without a wife because of your ugly face?”

Bao Ye slightly snorted, “If she really likes me, she will never care about my face.If she cared about it, it indicatesthat she doesn’t really like me. Why should I marry a woman who doesn’t like me, right?

“Then you are doomed to have no wife in your life,” Dongling Ce returned to the main topic, “there is another big problem with the black pustules on your face.”

“What is it?”

“According to my assumption, If you exhaust every evil thing, the black pustules will spread not only on your face, your neck, your body will be covered by it, until you die.”

Bao Ye: “…”

According to the pustules’ tendency, Dongling Ce might be right. Thus, before leaving this body and he still wants to stay in this world, he can’t do too many evil deeds.

Bao Ye wondered, “Why are you so curious about my face?”

Dongling Ce nudged his right elbow on the seat back and leaned his head on his palm, then said lazily, “I’m curious why my power can’t cure your face.”

If he couldn’t cure his face, no one in the world could cure him.

Bao Ye rolled his eyes at him. “There are too many things you can’t do. Do you even need to investigate every reason?”

“Are there many?” Dongling Ce said confidently, “Why do I feel what I can’t do is rarely to be seen?”

“Can you turn the sky into the ground and let the slave walk on it? Can you give all the slaves power? Can you turn the moon and the sun upside down? Can you resurrect all the ancient gods? Can you violate all the rules of Tiandao? Can you sacrifice yourself to save others?”

This series of questions really brought Dongling Ce down.

“There are so many things that you can’t do, but you only feel interested about my face, you really enjoy plenty of time.” Bao Ye stopped and got out.

Dongling Ce looked at Bao Ye, who swaggeringly walked into the hall and treated himself as the owner of this mansion, then looked at Deacon Tao, who kept silent, “Does he still treat me as his owner?”

“…” Deacon Tao glanced at him from the rare mirror and thought, “You are the one who indulged him.”

Bao Ye began to seek for Zisang Yanruo as he entered the hall.

Zisang Yanruo was particularly happy when she saw him. The silver bell clattered his name all the time, which caused Zisang Yanjing frowned and couldn’t help to look at the ugly slave. From the ugly slave’s eyes, he didn’t saw any affections towards his young sister, nor flatters: he just treated his sister as a friend. Zisang Yanjing felt relieved and didn’t stop her from contacting the ugly slave. After all, she had no friends here.

Dongling Ce walked in and asked, “The flood is gone now. Why didn’t you set off?”

“We’ll head out tomorrow.” Replied Zisang Yanjing

“Where are your two friends?” Dongling Ce asked as he glanced over the hall.

“They got some family matters.They will come back when the flood is gone.”

He stood up and looked at Dongling Ce, indicating him to go outside of the french window.

After sitting down, Dongling Ce asked, “Do you want to ask if I am the person who lifted the flood?”

“Yes.”

“I did it.” Dongling Ce told him bluntly.

Zisang Yanjing was worried, “You will be regarded as the enemy of the gods in the Upper World.”

“Don’t worry, save it when they find out it’s me.” Dongling Ce chuckled in tease, “You’d better worry about yourself first.”

Thinking of his own stuff, Zisang Yanjing turned serious.

“If you encounter problems that can’t be solved, remember to find me.”

“Thank you.” Zisang Yanjing Nodded.

That night, Dongling Ce asked Bao Ye to keep watch at the night again.

“If you keep harassing me like the night before, I’ll froze you and let you stand there for the whole night.”

“If you gave me a pillow and quilt, would I harass you?” Bao Ye retorted

Dongling Ce sneered, “Don’t you have the power? Can’t you call them out by your power?”

Bao Ye: “…”

It really made sense. How could he never thought of that before.

He immediately called out a big bed the same as Dongling Ce’s.

Seeing even the pillow and quilt on Bao Ye’s bed were exactly the same as his, Dongling Ce asked,”I doubt who is the owner between of us.”

Bao Ye ignores his words and fell onto the bed happily.

He slept on the hard floor for a few days and now finally could sleep on a bed.

“This bed is soft, so comfortable.”

Bao Ye rolled on the bed and cartwheeled.

Seeing him flipping himself like a monkey, Dongling Ce rolled his eyes in an ungraceful manner, “The ugly acts weird.”

Bao Ye quickly retorted on him: “The ugly blames on the wear.”

Dongling Ce sneered, “Do you mean that you look ugly because of what you wear?”

“This is one part of the problem. As the saying goes, people relies on the clothes, Buddha relies on the gold.” Bao Ye turned around and his clothes were changed into a suit of dark blue jeans.

He pulled his clothes, as if he was walking on the T-shaped stage. He walked from one end to the other end of the bed, putting his hands in the his pockets, and asked with a handsome posture, “How is it? Am I much more handsome?”

Dongling Ce raised her eyebrows. “Still ugly.”

Actually, Bao Ye’s temperament changed a lot when he put on the new clothes. He was like a fresh graduate from the university, although his face was ugly, his smile was still clear and confident.

Bao Ye spitted in his palm, wiped it off on his hair on the forehead, then combed it neatly. “What about this?”

He was handsome if his face was covered, but Dongling Ce would never tell him honestly, “You’re ugly and dirty. Can you be more disgusting?”

Bao Ye was pissed off, he spoke with his hands akimo, “Master Dongling, can’t you politely praise me just for once?”

Dongling Ce smirked, “I can’t politely praise you, but if you want me to tactfully blow you, I can have a try.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

Dongling Ce always said him ugly directly. This time, he wanted to hear how he euphemistically bad-mouth him.

Dongling Ce smiled wider, “Your butt has a lot of piles.”

It took Bao Ye a few seconds to understand that Dongling Ce compared his face to the butt, and pustules to piles.

Looking at Bao Ye, who was balled up, Dongling Ce burst into a laughter, “Don’t you think my description suits you?”

“Dongling Ce, try this!” He pounced at Dongling Ce, who was on the bed oppsite him.

Dongling Ce kicked at him, “You’ve got saliva all over your hands and head, don’t get on my bed.”

Bao Ye dodged the attack and held Dongling Ce’s pillow then rubbed his head on it again and again, “I am not only getting on your bed, I’ll also rub your pillow.”

Dongling Ce’s face darkened and he dragged his hair and pulled him to the bathroom, washing him with water.

“It hurts, it hurts, your majesty, it hurts.” Yan Yan shouted: “Ah, it’s rape–”

Hearing the noise from the upstairs, Leng Zhuo and Zisang Yanjing looked at each other.

“Rape? “Do I need to rape you?” Dongling Ce was too angry and began to smile. He pumpped out the shampoo and rubbed it on his hair. “I should be afraid of the opposite way.”

Bao Ye cried again: “Fuck, it hurts, you’re hurting me, don’t be so hard, be gentle, softer–”

With a clanging sound, the chess piece in Leng Zhuo’s hand fell on chessboard.

Zisang Yanjing coughed unaturally, “They’re so intense.”

But Dongling Ce’s taste was really… too heavy.

Thinking about the slave’s face, how could he bear that?

“Look, you’ve pulled out so much hair from me.” Bao Ye looked at his hair all over the ground in pain, not knowing that his words made the two people downstairs mistake.

Couldn’t it be the hair below?

The two men immediately fantasized about the scene of a heap of hair pulled out by Dongling Ce when he was playing with Bao Ye’s dick.

Dongling Ce washed his hair and dried it with his power, “Reach out and wash your hands.”

Bao Ye reached his hands out, “You are such a neat freak.”

“Aren’t you a neat freak too? Do you want me to put a bunch of saliva on your bed? “Dongling Ce washed his hand and kicked him out of the bathroom.

Bao Ye directly jumped onto Dongling Ce’s bed and bounced a few times, leaving a few footprints before he jumping back to his bed in satisfaction.

Dongling Ce squinted.

Bao Ye pulled the quilt over his own head, “Bed time, bed time.”

Want to enjoy your bed time? Dongling Ce  teleported himself to his bed side, picked up the bedsheet, and wrapped up Bao Ye. Then, put spell shield over the “roll” and threw it down from the balcony. “Leng Zhuo, throw him into the trash bin outside.”

“Yes,” Leng Zhuo picked up the bedsheet roll, but the sound came from it almost terrified Leng Zhuo to throw it away.

“Your majesty, I was wrong.”

Dongling Ce snorted, urned around and went back to his bedroom.

Leng Zhuo threw the bedsheet into the big trash bin outside the manshion. “Next time, , remember to put some ointment in advance, it won’t hurt so much.”

Bao Ye: “What!?”

Leng Zhuo returned his dorm, lefting Bao Ye who was still at the sea.