"Stop looking, hurry up and drink your medicine. After you drink it, I will heal your wounds."

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Mo Han's hands.

He was holding the medicine, about to feed it to me.

His tone was domineering and left no room for argument, which inexplicably reminded me of my second brother, Luo Qingyun, in the mortal realm.

Suddenly, I felt a pang of unease.

Although I have returned to my rightful place, I should forget about my time in the mortal world.

Perhaps it's because I've been lying in bed for too long, and my mind is too idle, so I keep thinking about people and things from the past.

For example, right now, when I look at Mo Han, I always feel that he looks a bit like that bastard Luo Qingyun.

Upon closer reflection, Mo Han and Luo Qingyun actually share some similarities in physique, appearance, and even behavior.

However, their personalities were quite different. Luo Qingyun preferred quiet to quiet, was arrogant and domineering, and was a romantic and unrestrained person. He loved beautiful women the most and spent his days in brothels and pleasure quarters.

He lived a life of extravagance and luxury, dressed in fine clothes, and acted more like a prince than even the crown prince Ji Ruchen.

Mo Han, though handsome and charming, was very well-behaved and elegant. Dressed in white, he was exceptionally beautiful.

His private life is also very clean. In the past eight thousand years, only I have caught his eye. He has never shown any kindness to other women. He is a famously infatuated lover in the six realms.

They have the same appearance and the same figure, but they give off completely different feelings. One is dazzling and eye-catching, while the other is flawless like white jade. They are completely unrelated, but I just feel that they are very similar.

This is truly bizarre.

I was suddenly jolted awake by a sharp tap on the forehead.

Then I saw Mo Han approaching me with a mischievous grin, holding a bowl of medicine.

"Are you stunned by my good looks? You'd better drink your medicine quickly. You'll be looking at this face for the rest of your life, so don't despise me then."

"Be good, listen to me."

While I felt ashamed of someone's narcissism, I unconsciously opened my mouth and drank the medicine; it was so bitter.

I swear I will never let myself get hurt or sick again.

I'm already a god, and I'm still so weak. People will laugh me to death.

Watching Mo Han feed me bite by bite, I was really on the verge of a breakdown. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore, so I snatched the bowl away and drank it all in one go.

A candied fruit popped into my mouth at just the right moment, and I felt like I was alive again.

How could someone as considerate as Mo Han be that troublemaker Luo Qingyun? It must be my imagination.

I must miss them so much that I'm hallucinating.

Mo Han gently brushed his large hand across the corner of my mouth, wiping away the remaining medicine residue.

I feel there are some things I should talk to Mo Han about properly, and also settle all the karmic debts from our past lives.

So I asked:

"Mo Han, once I'm healed, will you take me to lie down in the mortal realm?"

"good"

He put away the medicine bowl, took off his shoes and socks, helped me sit down, and then softly said hello.

There seemed to be some sadness, but I don't know why.

I feel like there's something about him that I don't know.

When I descended to the mortal realm this time, Mo Han did not come with me. I suppose something must have happened in the celestial realm.

So I asked him again.

"During my absence, did anything interesting happen?"

"Concentrate and calm your mind"

He sat cross-legged and was about to transfer his spiritual energy to me. He complained that I was asking too many questions and stopped talking to me. I had no choice but to listen to his instructions and cooperate with him to heal my injuries.

My life is more important than anything else; I can ask about other things later.