Xihe's eyes were as gentle as water: "My husband, there are fairy mountains outside the world, and the immortals are from Penglai."

Fan Xiu was startled, and instantly recalled "A Thousand Mountains Records". He still remembered the record about the immortals in it: There are immortal mountains overseas, and the immortals are from Penglai... The immortals hold my head up, and I will live forever.

He opened his mouth: "So..."

My head was buzzing, and the ideas I had held for the past twenty years were crumbling at this moment.

He thought that those were fake, that all people in the world were suffering, and that the so-called immortals and longevity were nothing but absurd things fabricated by dreamers, which were the consolation people gave to themselves.

Unexpectedly...

Xihe stood there, smiling.

The facts are before our eyes, and it is up to Fan Xiu to make the judgment himself.

The dog blinked his eyes and simply lay on the ground. If he were to say so, he should have directly replaced Qingle. Why bother with so many things? It would only make things more complicated and it would be hard to explain later.

The most crucial point: Fan Xiu loves Xihe, his wife of three years.

If you tell Fan Xiu that the three years you've been through were actually a scam, that your so-called child is fake, that you've been living in a lie, and that this person even wants to kill you... anyone would probably collapse.

Qingle crossed his arms and sneered, "Why don't you tell him the whole truth?"

What's the point of saying half and keeping half? It's deceiving to say otherwise.

Fan Xiu looked at Qingle, who was sneering, and then at Xihe: "Is there anything else I don't know?"

They are all immortals, the dog can talk, and there are other things... It's a bit unsettling.

Xihe looked at him and suddenly sighed: "There is indeed one more thing. It's too troublesome to explain. You can see it for yourself." He stepped forward and touched the young man's forehead with his fingertips in the look of panic.

A huge amount of memories flooded into my brain, and my head suddenly felt swollen.

Fan Xiu covered his head with his hands, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. However, as his memories emerged, his face turned pale little by little. When a sword came at him, he subconsciously closed his eyes, feeling the pain himself.

"Husband~"

Xihe supported Fan Xiu with concern.

Fan Xiu subconsciously took two steps back, fell to the ground, and looked at her in fear: "You, you..."

Scam, everything is a scam.

Fan Xiu closed his eyes, his heart in agony: "You killed me!"

He asked why everything was such a coincidence, she happened to lose her memory, and happened to be saved by him... everything was a setup, she planned every step carefully to become his wife, and was killed with a sword when he was happiest.

Xihe held his hand, but Fan Xiu shook it off.

"It's all fake. Peace every year is fake, morning and night are also fake."

He was so distressed that he couldn't breathe. He clutched his chest tightly, and tears fell uncontrollably: "You lied to me, you lied to me, cough cough cough."

Xihe immediately stepped forward and patted his chest, but Fan Xiu pushed her again, looking sad and painful.

Xihe felt distressed and amused, holding his face and saying, "Look carefully, who is your wife? How could I bear to hurt you when I love you so much?"

Her red lips gently kissed his eyelashes, kissing away the bitter tears.

The voice sighed: "I love you, can't you feel it."

Fan Xiu's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes to look at the little face in front of him. The woman's eyes were full of tenderness and filled with a thousand kinds of affection. Her every frown and smile made his heart beat fast.

Fan Xiu: ...a little confused.

Xihe grabbed his hand, put it on her face and rubbed it: "Husband."

The longing that was so familiar to him suddenly flooded his heart. Before Fan Xiu could react, he had already hugged her in his arms and rubbed his chin against her forehead in a familiar way.

Fan Xiu: “…”

His eyes widened, his whole body froze. He, he.

Xihe smiled and rubbed her face against his chest: "Husband, I'm coming."

Gouzi: “…”

Qingle: “…”

The dog was speechless. It was solved so easily. It’s unscientific!

Qingle's face darkened. Oh my goodness, they turned out to be a pair of bastards! She was wondering why someone came to take over her body for no reason. It turned out that they saw her husband being bullied and came to vent his anger.

Qingle: Damn!

Xihe hugged Fan Xiu tightly, mumbling: "I missed you so much. It's all because of this bad woman. She actually dared to hit you. It's so disgusting... Let's watch her atone for her sins and teach her a lesson, okay?"

Fan Xiu: “…”

My three perspectives were shattered and I felt terrible.

When he first heard that his wife had attacked him, he was shocked and heartbroken. She had clearly said that she loved him every day just two days ago, but now she turned around and wanted to kill him!

My heart felt like it was being tightly grasped, and I felt extremely desperate.

But now... the person he loves is someone else.

Fan Xiu's face was burning so much that he didn't dare to look at Qing Le at all. He felt that he was not a qualified husband and he didn't even know that his wife had changed people... Although everything in the past three years was fake, she also wanted to kill him, but.

If he were to ask himself honestly, he was actually relieved.

When two people stand in front of him, he will subconsciously hug the person in his arms without even looking at their faces.

He cared about her, wanted her, only her.

Even if her appearance and body shape changed, he would hug her instinctively. He could feel her love and passion, and her heart and eyes were filled with him.

Fan Xiu whispered, "Xiaobao is still at home..."

Oh, Xiaobao is a monster, not his son.

Fan Xiuben's nervous mood instantly faded, and he felt lost, not knowing what he had been doing for the past three years.

Xihe immediately sensed the change in his mood and said, "Let's go home."

The bright moon hung high in the sky, casting a clear light on the earth, illuminating the way ahead. Three people and a dog were walking on the way back. The dog walked in front, sniffing this and that, then hiding in the bushes and running out again.

Xihe and Fan Xiu walked side by side behind.

She went to hold his hand, but Fan Xiu subconsciously moved away, feeling very uncomfortable: "Don't."

He couldn't help but look behind him. Qingle was standing at the back with a sword in his hand, expressionless and cold. Fan Xiu suddenly felt even more uncomfortable. He was much calmer now, but still didn't know how to face the two of them.

Xihe: “…”

He stopped and turned around: "What are you dawdling about? Hurry up."

Qingle sneered: "Tsk——"

He walked past the two of them and headed straight ahead.

Fan Xiu immediately breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but look at Xihe.

Xihe looked at the town ahead: "Do you want to go to the immortal world or stay in the mortal world? Uncle Zhong is old, where does he want to go?"

Fan Xiu was stunned: "I... don't know."

There were too many things to do today, and he hadn't had time to sort them out properly. Moreover, the world of cultivation? His childhood wish was just to get married, have children, and have a family. If he could have a smooth official career, that would also be great.

Cultivating immortals is a completely unknown field, and he cannot make a decision for the time being.

Xihe nodded: "If you want to see the world of cultivation, then we can go. If not, we can stay here. Qinglan Town has beautiful scenery and simple folk customs, which is also very good."

Even though they could only be together for a hundred years, it didn't really matter. She respected his decision.