Chapter 1322 Begging her to save my life

In her dream, Song Chunxue arrived at a place that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

She used to dream of visiting this place often. It was very similar to Li Family Village, but not entirely the same. It was a mix of truth and illusion.

She knew she was dreaming, and this time it was very clear. There was green grass on the ground, and corn and potatoes in the fields. It was the season for digging potatoes and picking corn. The apricot leaves on the mountain were lush and yellow, and the soil after the rain was a dark brown color.

She sat on a pile of hay, as if she were herding sheep, or pulling grain, or as if she were herding donkeys when she was a child.

"So this is what your dream was like. I wasn't wrong before; it was still this desolate scene."

The somewhat familiar mocking voice made her instinctively retort, "You think you're so rich?"

Huh? The man in front of me seems to be...

"The one in my dreams?"

In that instant, she remembered how Mengzhongjun had almost killed her, and how she had been dealt with by Wuyou.

"Aren't you about to die? What? You want to take over my body while I'm dying so you can use it for your cultivation?"

"I'm innocent! Master Song, just look at my unstable soul. You should know that I'm following you because I want to save you."

Song Chunxue corrected, "It's more like each person gets what they need."

She used to be very wary of strangers, always feeling anxious and fearful of their kindness, and subconsciously agreeing with whatever they said. Now she is gradually realizing that all kindness has a reason.

But not all malice is justified; it may simply be a completely unwarranted disaster.

“Yes, yes, you’re right,” Mengzhongjun laughed, both helpless and admiring. “At this critical juncture, you’re still worrying about this.”

"If you're going to argue about this, what do you want to do?" Song Chunxue conjured a dagger with her consciousness. "Don't be impulsive. I won't hold back now. If you get hurt again, you'll really die."

Meng Zhongjun stared in surprise at the dagger in her hand. "You can already control dreams?"

Song Chunxue countered, "Isn't it true that every cultivator can control their dreams after they've cultivated?"

“No!” Dreamer spoke quickly. “How do you know everyone is like you if you haven’t asked? Because they rarely dream.”

"Yes, I know that, I'm not feeling well..."

"No!" Mengzhongjun was getting angry. "Who told you that having many dreams is just a sign of poor health?"

Song Chunxue took two steps back and leaned against the soft chair back. "Just say what you want to say. Why are you so agitated? You're spitting all over my face."

Meng Zhongjun calmed himself down and said, "That's true. It's like talking to a brick wall for me to say all this, but you don't want to die, do you? I don't want to die either. How about we make a deal?"

"trade?"

It sounds dangerous, like a scheme.

"No way," she thought, not wanting to make any kind of contract with someone in her dream without realizing it, knowing she'd want to slap herself when she woke up. "I never do business with strangers; they're usually swindlers."

She felt she should be more wary of strangers around her, but Song Chunxue always felt that she had forgotten the pain once the wound healed and didn't learn her lesson.

I need to remind myself of this.

She carefully considered it and realized that she didn't feel pain in the dream.

Then pinch yourself. Ouch, my thigh hurts so much!

"Why are you pinching me? It will hurt even in your dreams. You won't wake up if I pinch you. Just say what you want to say. But we're in the same boat now. Let's talk it over. You help me and I'll help you. We need to get rid of those fox clan members' entanglement and harassment first."

Mengzhongjun held up three fingers, "I, Mengzhongjun, swear to heaven that I would never lie to you."

"Does an oath made in a dream really work?"

"..."

"Hmph, your hesitation is obviously useless," Song Chunxue closed her eyes. "Don't disturb my sleep, or I might kill you. You're too annoying."

Meng Zhongjun knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face like they were free. "Master Song, I beg you, I really don't want to die. Actually, I have a Daoist partner, and I can't let her go. I want to see her one last time. Please save me. In the next life, I'll be your slave."

Song Chunxue remained unmoved. "Having cultivated for so long, I consider myself to be free from womanly sentimentality. You should offer your sincerity or genuine feelings as a starting point. Otherwise, I've seen too many stories like yours in storybooks; they're useless."

She's not some naive teenager who's easily fooled into thinking a man is a good person and deserves help just because he puts on a show of being affectionate.

Hmph, thinking about it that way, she was still a little angry.

Some people always think that women are easily swayed and can be easily appeased.

They didn't know that she was willing to be coaxed, but only because she found it troublesome; it hadn't reached the point of turning against them and cutting off all contact.

But they feel that you've always been so easy to please, and you're becoming more and more perfunctory.

When you stop buying into that act, he'll say you've changed.

People who want to take advantage of you but fail to do so, regardless of gender, are like this.

If a person with a good temper suddenly becomes argumentative with you, it might not be because they're in a bad mood or have a temper, but because you've gone too far.

Having a good temper only means he's a good person, not that you're good.

“I’m not lying to you. I just want to tell you, Daoist, why I want to live!” Meng Zhongjun took out a box from his storage ring and presented it to her with trembling hands and great reluctance. “If you are willing to save me, all of these things are yours.”