Just as Fang Chaozhou and the brown pheasant were looking at each other, a cautious voice was heard outside the door.

"Sir, are you awake? If you are, can you please return the door...for a moment?"

It was the waiter's voice.

A quarter of an hour later, Fang Chaozhou stood in front of the innkeeper and the bookstore owner, apologizing repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I was too sleepy yesterday, this is all my fault, and I will be responsible for all the losses."

The innkeeper looked at the two door panels on the ground, which should have been properly placed at the entrance of their inn. Early this morning, he heard what had happened from the waiter.

Their inn has been open for decades and has gone through many ups and downs. Originally, the door of their inn was always kicked in by drunken monks, so he spent a lot of money to purchase a black iron door, which weighed at least two hundred kilograms.

Since he changed the door, the door of their inn has become much safer, but he never expected that even after he changed the door, someone still tampered with his door.

No matter how badly the door of his inn had been damaged, at least it was still there. But this time it was gone and was carried away by someone!

Thinking of this, the innkeeper let out a long sigh.

He originally thought that the person who could lift the 200-jin door should be a 9-foot-tall strong man, but he only saw a tall man.

It's so skinny, not even as heavy as his door.

If the waiter hadn't told him that it was indeed the young man in front of him who carried away his door, he would never have believed it.

The innkeeper shook his head and said, "Since you are willing to bear the loss, I will calculate the money later. I hope you can settle the account today and let this matter go."

"Okay, okay." Fang Chaozhou nodded quickly.

The innkeeper said, "Besides that, our inn is small and there are few people here. I'm afraid we can't provide you with a good reception. Why don't you try another inn?"

Although he used a question, the look in his eyes clearly showed his intention to drive him away.

"...Okay." Fang Chaozhou said, then looked at the angry bookstore owner next to him.

Because he left an inn door in the bookstore last night, the bookstore owner easily came to his door.

Fang Chaozhou changed the person he apologized to, and continued to apologize in a sincere tone and a good attitude, saying: "I'm sorry, what happened last night was all my fault. I counted the storybooks and I took a total of 151. They are all here."

The bookstore owner glanced coldly at the folded book on the table and said, "Don't think I will forgive you if you return the book to me."

"Yes, yes, yes." Fang Chaozhou said sincerely, "You said how much compensation you want, and I will compensate you in the same way, until you calm down."

So Fang Chaozhou not only paid two sums of money, but also had to do hard labor for a day.

The bookstore owner asked him to clean the entire bookstore. Not only that, he also had to take out the accumulated old books and dry them in the sun. He was not allowed to use magic during the entire process.

After a whole day, Fang Chaozhou felt like his hands and waist were about to break, so after returning to the new inn, he just lay down on the bed, unable to move.

The brown pheasant walked around Fang Chaozhou and shook its head at his miserable appearance. "How can anyone be possessed by a demon and feel as aggrieved as you? You have already robbed them, why are you giving them back? And paying them compensation?"

Fang Chaozhou closed his eyes and sighed, "Everyone has come to my door, how can I hide?" At this point, he suddenly opened his eyes, with a hint of fear in his eyes, "Wait, you said I won't rob things again tonight?"

The brown pheasant thought for a moment and said, "Normally, no, you are tired enough today. But no one can predict the specific situation."

After Fang Chaozhou absorbed the water-based magic weapon, he checked his sea of ​​consciousness before going to sleep. The little baby in his sea of ​​consciousness was still chewing on the vines. He felt that the flower bud between the other's eyebrows had grown a little bigger. He didn't know if it was an illusion or something else.

"Don't move around tonight, let's have a good rest," he said to the baby.

Without even turning his head, the baby simply said, "Water."

Fang Chaozhou: “…”

Never mind, no matter what he said to the creature, it would just ask for water.

That night, Fang Chaozhou fell asleep very uneasily, for he was afraid that he would do something bad again in the middle of the night. As soon as he opened his eyes the next day, he immediately checked the bed and was relieved to find that there was nothing extra on it.

However, he didn't relax for long as he heard a strange sound.

The sound was "da da da", a bit like pecking at something.

Fang Chaozhou paused and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a brown pheasant standing on the table, eating something with its head down. What it was eating was a pastry that Fang Chaozhou was somewhat familiar with.

Some of it was familiar because he hadn't seen it before, but he had seen it last night.

It seemed like he went to rob something again last night.

The brown pheasant was eating so excitedly that it made a humming sound in its throat. It did not even have time to glance at Fang Chaozhou who had just woken up. It did not start talking until cake crumbs flew all over the table and its belly was so bloated that it could not walk anymore.

"Fang Chaozhou, the cakes you snatched are so delicious. I have never eaten anything so delicious. Now I know that what I ate in the underground demon realm was not what a chicken should eat. This is what a chicken should eat."

Fang Chaozhou rubbed his forehead helplessly, turned over the quilt and got up. When he was about to leave the bed, he saw something on the ground. When he looked closely, he found that it was a precious water-based magic weapon.

"This..." Fang Chaozhou stared at the magic weapon, and some memories came back instantly.

Last night, he not only robbed a preserved fruit shop, but also robbed a monk. If he remembered correctly, the monk was still immobilized and stuffed under the bed.

The monk lives in this inn, and the brown pheasant led him the way last night.

After Fang Chaozhou remembered everything, he immediately picked up the precious water magic weapon on the ground, stuffed it into his sleeve, then took the veil hat beside the pillow and put it on his head.

I don’t know if it was because he was caught yesterday, but he was much more cautious when robbing last night than the day before. He didn’t go out through the door, but relied on climbing through the window. He also wore a veil hat, as if he was afraid of being recognized.

When the Brown Partridge saw Fang Chaozhou was about to go out, he couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"

"Return the things." Fang Chaozhou said helplessly.

The brown pheasant rolled his eyes and whispered, "Give it back. You'll get it back tonight anyway."

Fang Chaozhou heard what the Brown Partridge said, and he coughed, "No, I've already returned it, why would they steal it again? Even if they are possessed by a demon, they won't always stare at one person."

Yao Yucheng really wanted to curse now, but he couldn't. He was taught since childhood that a real man should be elegant and not be petty. So when someone stole his magic weapon, tied him up, stuffed him under the bed, and made him sleep on the cold tiles for half the night, he didn't curse.

He left his family, changed his appearance, and went out alone to gain experience. He was prepared for the dangers in the world, but he never imagined that the world could be so dangerous?

Yao Yucheng looked at the familiar figure in front of him, gritted his teeth, and swallowed a string of curses. He was so angry that he was shaking all over. "What do you want to do? You returned the magic weapon yourself this morning, and now you want to steal it again?"

This morning, Yao Yucheng heard the sound of the window being pushed open. He thought someone was coming to kill him and his body became stiff. But unexpectedly, he was able to move again not long after. When he saw that there was no movement, he crawled out from under the bed and unexpectedly saw Shui Lingyu, who had been stolen last night, on the table.

After the treasure was recovered, he gave up the idea of ​​writing a letter to his family and just moved to a new inn.

But he never expected that even after he changed inns, the kidnappers from last night came again tonight and kidnapped him again, and their target was still his Shui Lingyu.

Although he couldn't see the robber's face because the man was wearing a veil, he still climbed in through the window, tied him up without saying a word, and stole his storage ring and took out the water jade inside.

His entire behavior was exactly the same as last night, as if he had returned to last night, so how could he make a mistake?

Yao Yucheng was furious, while the robber was calm and didn't even want to say a word in reply.

Yao Yucheng was so angry that his eyes turned red as he watched the robber stuff his Shui Lingyu into his arms and then lift him up by the collar as if he was going to stuff it under the bed again.

He would definitely make this robber pay for his crime, as his Yao family was not someone who could be bullied.

Yao Yucheng, who was forced to sleep on the floor for half the night, had been planning his revenge for several hours. Just as he imagined the robber kneeling on the floor and begging for mercy in pain, he heard the sound of the window being pushed open.

Yao Yucheng: “…”

Why does this damn familiarity feel so familiar?

After a while, Yao Yucheng found that he could move. This time he did not wait and crawled out from under the bed. As expected, he saw Shui Lingyu, who had been lost and found again, on the table.

What a shame!

It is such a shame!

The kidnapper was deliberately humiliating him!

Yao Yucheng decided not to change inns or leave the town. He wanted to stay here and see how many times the robber could kidnap him!

When his window was pushed open again that night, Yao Yucheng had already made preparations. He was on high alert, with hidden swords, incense, and formations all ready.

A quarter of an hour later, Yao Yucheng, who was tied up like a dumpling, said: "..."

After being stuffed under the bed for the third time, Yao Yucheng remained calm, even a little disheartened.

When it was daybreak, when Yao Yucheng saw Shui Lingyu on the table again, his heart was no longer moved and he just wanted to go back to bed and catch up on his sleep. Three consecutive days of living on the floor have caused him to have backaches.

So in the middle of the night of that day, when the sound of the window being pushed was heard again, Yao Yucheng did not even turn over, but directly said: "Shui Lingyu is on the table, take it yourself. I can't sleep under the bed tonight. I have been sleeping under the bed for three days and my waist and back are sore. By the way, please close the window tightly after you go out. You didn't close it tightly yesterday and it made me a little cold."

He waited for a while before hearing a word -

"good."

Yao Yucheng heard the voice and opened his eyes.

The voice is quite pleasant to hear, but the person is not a normal person, he is a madman.

early morning.

The brown pheasant had just woken up and was preening its feathers. When it heard the door being pushed open, it asked, "Are you back again?"

After these words were spoken, no one responded.

The brown pheasant felt curious, so he looked up at Fang Chaozhou, only to see him placing a familiar magic weapon on the table.

Um? Isn’t this Shui Lingyu who was robbed several times?

Fang Chaozhou sat down at the table in silence, drank a large glass of water, and then said, "He actually checked out overnight, and I couldn't find him."

In addition to frustration, there was even a little disappointment in his tone.

The Brown Partridge looked at the magic weapon, then at Fang Chaozhou, "He must be afraid of you. Even a god can't stand your torture. Fang Chaozhou, this is not a solution. The water spirit power in the water magic weapon is limited. Even if it is this Shui Lingyu, it will not last for a few days if you suck it dry. You can't absorb enough water, and your demonic possession will definitely increase faster."

Fang Chaozhou knew that what the Brown Partridge said was right. He just looked at his sea of ​​consciousness and saw that the flower bud between his eyebrows had already opened a little.

The water-type magic weapons are not enough for him to consume. He has wasted many of them during this period of time. Even if he is rich enough to rival a country and can afford to buy all the water-type magic weapons in the world, the speed at which he consumes them is much faster than the speed at which magic weapons are produced.

Besides, he is not as rich as a country and he can't last long.

"Then I have become possessed by a demon?" Fang Chaozhou frowned.

The brown pheasant said: "Even if you are possessed now, I am afraid there is no way to relieve your illness. Being possessed does not mean that you have enough water to digest the vine. I guess the final outcome is that the vine will suck you dry because you don't have enough water, and then crawl out of your body."

Fang Chaozhou's eyes suddenly widened, "No, this is too disgusting."

"Fang Chaozhou, there is actually another way that I didn't tell you. At first I thought you could digest the big monster with water magic weapons, but now it's no longer possible, so I can only tell you this way." The Brown Partridge's tone suddenly became serious.

Fang Chaozhou looked at the brown pheasant, feeling a little ominous, "What can we do?"

The brown pheasant jumped onto Fang Chaozhou's shoulder, planted its feet firmly, then leaned its head close to Fang Chaozhou's ear and whispered, "In this world, it's not only water-based magic weapons that have water, people have water too."

As soon as it finished speaking, Fang Chaozhou reacted, "Are you talking about the cultivator with water spiritual roots?"

"Yes." Brown pheasant continued, "A cultivator with water spiritual roots can also give you water."

Fang Chaozhou's mind instantly flashed with a scene in which he used his sword to kill one water spiritual root cultivator after another, and then drained their cultivation.

The scene was too bloody. He shook his head violently. "I may not be able to kill them. What if they kill me?"

"..." The brown pheasant moved its head away a little, tilted its head, looked at Fang Chaozhou's face carefully, and said strangely: "Why do I feel that you have become bad? I didn't tell you that I would kill them."

Fang Chaozhou's expression suddenly became a little awkward. He coughed twice and asked, "What are you going to do?"

The brown pheasant twisted its butt and moved closer to Fang Chaozhou's ear. It coughed twice to clear its throat before uttering two words with deep meaning:

"mating."

Fang Chaozhou: “…”

Brown pheasant: “…”

After a long silence, Fang Chaozhou finally spoke, "Are you talking about dual cultivation?"

"Oh, I almost forgot that you cultivators like to call mating "dual cultivation", but the name is not important, the process is the same anyway." Brown pheasant said, "Cultivators with water spiritual roots are different from water-based magic weapons. Water-based magic weapons have only so much water, but cultivators are different. Their water will increase as their cultivation increases. In simple terms, it is continuous. As long as you have a cultivator with water spiritual roots and high cultivation, you can replenish water however you want, and you don't have to worry about not having enough water."

There was another long silence, and Fang Chaozhou slowly shook his head, "No."

The brown pheasant guessed that Fang Chaozhou would not agree at first, so it jumped down from Fang Chaozhou's shoulder and said, "This is the only way now. Think it over carefully."

It felt that Fang Chaozhou would not be able to hold out for a few days.

Sure enough, five days later, it was woken up in the middle of the night by Fang Chaozhou who couldn't absorb enough water.

Fang Chaozhou has already absorbed more than a dozen water magic weapons, but there is no relief effect at all. He is now extremely irritable, "Is the dual cultivation you mentioned last time really useful?"

Brown pheasant turned over and continued to spread it, "Of course."

"Then should I go capture a cultivator with water spiritual roots now?" Fang Chaozhou was a little hesitant when asking this question.

Hearing this, the brown pheasant stopped lying down and sat up. It said, "You don't have to catch it. You have one."

Fang Chaozhou was stunned for a moment, "Who do I have?"

"Don't you remember your lover who was the most beautiful in the world? She has the water spirit root." said the Brown Partridge.

Fang Chaozhou frowned, "Him? But I have lost my memory, and the sect probably thinks I'm dead."

"But you are not dead. Besides, you have lost your memory. Doesn't that mean you are not his lover? If you hadn't pushed him away, the person who fell to the ground would have been him. So your current illness also belongs to him. Think about it, if your lover got a strange disease to save you, and he needs you to mate with him in order to cure the disease, would you cruelly reject him?" said the Brown Partridge.

Fang Chaozhou, who was brainwashed, said: "..."

The brown pheasant continued, "Even if he doesn't agree, you can force yourself on him! Think about it, it's been five years since you saved him, but he never came back to you. Do you think you're angry? Do you think you hate him? You were so in love with each other back then, and you had sex passionately, but as soon as something happened to you, the past is gone. He continues to be the most beautiful woman in the world, and no one knows about your existence. And because he has a strange disease, you have to sleep with him, drain him dry, and take all the water from his body! If you don't live well, he won't live well either!"

Fang Chaozhou who was being brainwashed: "..."

"Your lover has good skills and good looks. If you let him go, where can you find someone like him? Anyway, you don't know how many times you have slept with him. If you sleep with him again, it will just be a rehash of the past. Besides, if you find someone else now and your memory comes back later, what will you do? You have to take responsibility for sleeping with someone else, but you don't have to take responsibility for sleeping with your lover. You two were in a secret relationship back then."

Fang Chaozhou, who had been brainwashed, said: "...You are right."

The brown pheasant clucked twice, "You are right to think so, but your cruel sect and cruel lover all think you are dead. Are you going to pretend to be dead?"

Fang Chaozhou thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. "No need. Didn't those two cultivators say that Tianshui Sect was recruiting outer disciples? I can just change my appearance and sneak in."

His sect had given up on him, so why would he go back alive? Let them think he was dead.

The next day, Fang Chaozhou and the brown pheasant set out on the journey to Tianshui Sect.

Because the place where they were was not close to the Tianshui Sect, it would consume too much spiritual energy if they flew on a sword, so Fang Chaozhou rented a spaceship.

It takes seven or eight days to reach Tianshui Sect by spaceship. In addition to stocking up on a lot of water-based magic weapons, Fang Chaozhou also bought some preserved fruits and storybooks.

The sharp-eyed brown pheasant saw a small booklet among the pile of books of the storybook vendor and immediately picked it out with its sharp beak.

Fang Chaozhou turned around and saw that the brown pheasant was holding the album of the Twelve Beauties.

The vendor saw the brown pheasant's action and immediately said with a smile: "Sir, you and your pheasant have excellent taste. There is only one copy left in the Book of Twelve Beauties. If this copy is sold out, anyone who wants to buy it will have to wait until next year. This version of the Book of Twelve Beauties was painted by the Seven Immortals of Painting and is completely based on real people."

Fang Chaozhou was thinking that he wanted to find the most beautiful woman in the world, so he paid for the book of twelve beauties. This book was more expensive than the bunch of storybooks he had bought before. Because he was bored, Fang Chaozhou also read the other eleven beauties.

The brown pheasant stepped on Fang Chaozhou's shoulder, lazily combed its feathers, glanced at the album, and commented: "Your mistress is still the prettiest."

Upon hearing this, Fang Chaozhou turned to the last page. This booklet was far less detailed than the one he saw last time, but he could still tell that Xue Danrong's was indeed the best.

His fingertips gently stroked the face. Was he trapped underground because he saved the other person?

Why didn't the other party look for him?

Do you think he is dead, or has he found a new love?

Thinking of the latter possibility, Fang Chaozhou slammed the booklet shut. The brown pheasant saw his action and asked, "Huh? Why are you suddenly angry?"

"Tell me, I've been dead for five years. Will he find a new love?" Fang Chaozhou hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Hearing this, the brown pheasant stamped its claws fiercely and said, "Then you can continue to occupy his body and be irresponsible. When you get pregnant, you will have to throw the child to them to raise."

Fang Chaozhou said, "Good idea... Wait, why am I so pregnant?"

The brown pheasant was more surprised than Fang Chaozhou, "You won't get a big belly?"

"I'm a man, why should I have a big belly?" Fang Chaozhou was helpless. But not long after, he called the brown pheasant that was combing its feathers in front of the bronze mirror over with a strange look on his face. "Even if men can have big bellies, why am I the one with a big belly? Not him?"

The brown pheasant tilted its head and said, "Because you need water, you can take water from his body, isn't it him..." Before he could finish his words, his sharp beak was pinched.

Fang Chaozhou pinched the brown pheasant's pointed beak with his two fingers, his face darkened, "That's enough, no more talking."