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Since that day, Amu has indeed spent most of his time in the outside world and rarely returns to his sea of ​​consciousness.

Correspondingly, his weakening speed increased, while Ah Bai's spiritual energy became more and more abundant, even exuding a hint of ghostly energy.

The mountain spirits also noticed the dissipation of the mountain god's spiritual power.

This naturally includes Yuanyuan and Shushu.

They came to play with Jiang Huali more often, but no one mentioned her weakness anymore.

The arrival and passing of life are something all fairies must face.

Although they live longer than humans, they are not without experiencing separation.

Humans always want to grasp something, to leave something behind, but the little demons on Mount Ling do not.

They were born here, and they will eventually sleep here.

After each fairy dies, she will transform into a wisp of wind, a handful of soil, or a drop of rain on Mount Ling.

The beginning and the end are in the same place, and their bonds are forever intertwined.

Having passed through the era a thousand years ago when spiritual energy was abundant and people fought each other, the fairies now live in seclusion here, untouched by the turmoil of the outside world.

Perhaps there are fairies living in human cities, but that has nothing to do with Jiang Huali.

Amu stayed outside and couldn't sleep with Abai.

Even though ghosts don't need to sleep, he still shamelessly clung to Jiang Huali's bed.

With him here, Ah Bai is even less likely to stay in his room.

Thus, Jiang Huali's bed now contained both a demon and a ghost.

This bed is a double bed. It's spacious enough for one person, just right for two people, and a bit crowded for three.

But the two of them squeezed her in the middle, leaving a space on either side of her.

Jiang Huali nudged Amu, but he held her tightly, and the cool spring night made her feel warm.

Although Amu's body temperature was not high.

Amu was still half asleep when she was pushed closer, but she wasn't annoyed. She hugged her and rubbed her head against her, asking sleepily, "What's wrong?"

"You're holding me too tight, loosen your grip a bit."

Amu stretched out his arm and pushed Abai, who was on the outside, over Jiang Huali.

"Just let him sleep somewhere far away."

Ah Bai was separated by a cloud of black mist and pushed to the edge of the bed, almost falling off.

"..."

Jiang Huali pulled Abai back, and two vines appeared out of thin air, binding the two people on either side of her and keeping them at a suitable distance.

She was satisfied: "That's good, go to sleep."

After saying that, he quickly fell asleep.

After she fell asleep, Amu broke free from his restraints, loosely embraced her, and gently kissed her soft hair. At the same time, he looked at Abai on the other side, a provocative smile playing on his lips.

Ah Bai remained silent, broke free from the vines, took Jiang Huali's hand, intertwined their fingers, and closed his eyes.

It's springtime, a season of growth and renewal, and unsurprisingly, Amu and Abai have both fallen into heat.

However, they are not simply animals, and these habits are somewhat weakened in them. Therefore, when the mating season arrives, they are only a little more restless than usual.

For example, Jiang Huali would often be entangled by snake tails in the middle of the night. The snake tail would wrap around her waist, and the cold scales would bring an unusual sensation. Of course, Amu would not miss such an opportunity. The black mist would transform into a black snake tail, which would closely follow her, and the tip of the tail would even touch her wrist.

That evening, Ah Bai went out to patrol the mountain and did not return, leaving only Jiang Huali and Ah Mu in the small wooden house.

Amu turned into a small black snake, curled up by the bed, looking listless. Jiang Huali went over and touched him with her finger.

The little snake instantly coiled around her hand and nuzzled affectionately against her.

The next second, the little snake transformed into human form and hugged Jiang Huali from behind.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Jiang Huali asked.

Amu didn't answer, but instead rested his chin on her neck and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

“Kiss me,” he said.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Huali, though unsure of his intentions, turned her head and kissed his forehead.

Amu paused, tightened his grip on her waist, carried her to the bed, knelt down on the bed, and bit her neck.

The pressure was light, causing a slight itch.

Jiang Huali pressed his head down and pushed it back: "What are you doing?"

Amu stared at her with his bloodshot eyes, revealing a wicked smile, without saying a word.

Jiang Huali: "?"

Before she could say anything, her eyes were covered by a black mist, and her hands were also bound to the bed by the black mist.

Amu gently bit her neck, then moved down to unbutton her clothes, and kissed her collarbone.

He stopped moving, his breath still spraying onto Jiang Huali's collarbone, bringing a slight coolness.

Seeing that Jiang Huali showed no signs of disgust or struggle, he felt relieved and proceeded to the next step.

After losing sight, the sense of touch becomes especially clear.

Jiang Huali's clothes were only unbuttoned by one button, and then the person on top of her stopped moving.

After a while, a rustling sound came, and one of her hands was freed and held by another large hand, reaching upwards.

Jiang Huali felt a cool, yet elastic sensation under her hand and instinctively squeezed it.

"Hmm."

A muffled groan came from above.

Amu looked at the hand placed on his chest, his breathing became heavy, and his eyes deepened. He guided her down to his abdomen.

Jiang Huali roughly guessed his intention and, being very accommodating, touched it.

The muscles are firm and feel great to the touch.

"Nice figure," she commented, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Her eyes were veiled by a black mist, revealing only the lower half of her face, yet her breathtaking beauty, like a peach blossom half-hidden, was amplified by the smile.

Amu's voice also carried a hint of amusement: "I have other good qualities too—"

He leaned down, closing the distance between them once more, his icy breath brushing against Jiang Huali's ear: "Want to take a look?"

...

When Ah Bai returned, the moonlight fell on the forest, like a layer of white gauze.

Pushing open the door of the wooden cabin, it was pitch black inside.

His white hair, due to the increase in spiritual power, seemed to be covered with a layer of moonlight in the darkness, emitting a hazy white glow.

Seemingly sensing something, he paused slightly, closed the door behind him, and then walked towards Jiang Huali's room in the darkness.

Black mist seeped out from the crack in the door, sensing his presence, and opened the tightly closed door a crack.

A faint fluorescence emanated from within.

Ah Bai remained calm and stepped inside.

The door slammed shut behind him again.

Several fireflies were quietly waiting on the windowsill. The room was dimly lit, but thanks to the fairy's excellent night vision, he moved through the darkness as if on flat ground.

A strange sense of pleasure surged through his body, causing him to tremble slightly through his mental perception.

As his connection with Amu deepened, the two became able to empathize with each other.

In a daze, Jiang Huali's consciousness seemed to have turned into a ball of cotton. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. When she sensed someone coming in, she struggled slightly, but was gently restrained by Amu, who was holding her from behind.

"Don't be afraid, it's not someone else," Amu whispered in her ear, stroking her smooth shoulder with his hand.

Ah Bai finally arrived at the bedside.

Amu, holding Jiang Huali in his arms, smiled at him: "Why are you only getting back now?"

Ah Bai ignored him and instead bent down slightly to wipe away the tears from Jiang Huali's eyes with her fingers.

That touch of moisture then transferred to his fingertips.

Unlike Amu, the scalding heat of his hands made Jiang Huali flinch.

Amu noticed this, and hugged her tightly as if to comfort her, then stopped what he was doing.

Ah Bai withdrew his hand, his dark eyes fixed on Ah Mu, his voice cold: "You trapped me at the foot of the mountain with black mist, it seems you can't wait to disappear?"

Amu kissed the slightly sweaty hair of the person in his arms, but smiled without saying a word.

Abai didn't care whether he answered or not, and bent down to take Jiang Huali out of his arms. Amu did not stop him.

“…Ah Bai?” Jiang Huali suddenly leaped into the air and instinctively reached out to hug his neck.

"Yes, it's me." Ah Bai kissed her lips, gently placed her on the bed, and then slowly began to undress himself.

Jiang Huali was half-awake when she saw a handsome white-haired man taking off his clothes in front of her, and she couldn't help but stare.

Ah Bai noticed her expression and couldn't help but smile.

"Do you recognize me?" He affectionately touched Jiang Huali's cheek, while the movement of his other hand was unhurried.

“You are… Ah Bai.” She blinked.

“You answered correctly.” Ah Bai smiled and hugged her.

The dampness of spring enveloped Jiang Huali, and she tumbled into it, seemingly sinking into the soft, moist soil, then into the embrace of alternating warmth and cold, hearing the pattering spring rain outside the window.

The rain lasted for a long time.

In her hazy state, someone kissed away the tears at the corner of her eyes, their voice tinged with sadness, as if saying goodbye: "Then remember who I am, don't forget."

...

The scent of rain wafted in through the window, and Jiang Huali woke up in a warm embrace.

She was loosely embraced, in a position where they could just smell each other's breath, but she didn't feel confined.

She turned her head to look at the person next to her; it was Ah Bai.

His white hair was loose, some strands intertwined with hers, appearing quite intimate.

The relaxation of her mind after the pleasure made her unaware that something was wrong for a moment.

When she noticed the empty space on the other side of the bed, she suddenly sat up and asked, "Where's Amu?"

Mu Bai opened his eyes, and whether it was Jiang Huali's imagination or not, there seemed to be a red light flashing in his eyes.

The two looked at each other without saying a word.

Jiang Huali was jolted awake by the sound of birdsong outside the window.

"Are you...Amu or Abai?"

Mu Bai stood up, touched her hair, and instead of answering her question, asked, "Is there anything that's bothering you?"

Of course not, since it's not a human body.

Jiang Huali shook her head: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Mu Bai moved closer to her: "You already know, don't you?"

Jiang Huali froze, watching as his eyes gradually turned red and his hair turned black.

"Who you think I am, that's who I am," Mu Bai said with a smile.

His smile was very gentle, but Jiang Huali still sensed a hint of evil and coldness in it.

She felt somewhat lost.

Amu and Abai have completely merged, perhaps last night, perhaps this morning.

Her spiritual power was also weakening, indicating that her mission in this world was about to end.

And the truth of fate is getting closer and closer.

This made her feel somewhat uneasy.

Mu Bai seemed to sense her unease, hugged her, and nuzzled her ear: "We're all here."

"I will always be with you."