Inside a pavilion within the Hundred Flowers Sect, a woman dressed in white, with a mourning sash tied around her head, knelt in front of a portrait, lost in thought.

The portrait depicts an extremely handsome young man with a bright and clear appearance, bright eyes and sparse eyebrows. There is a vertical line between his eyebrows. He is wearing a purple cloud armor with a thunder dragon, looking like a fierce god in the world, or like a celestial being descended to earth!

The portrait was framed by a hundred divine flowers, and in front of it was a small bronze incense burner with three sticks of sandalwood burning slowly inside.

The pavilion was well-ventilated, yet filled with the rich aroma of sandalwood and swirling smoke, indicating that the painting was constantly being burned to maintain this atmosphere.

The other things that can be seen everywhere in the room are exquisite clay and wood sculptures, all of which depict the same person, but with different expressions and movements.

At this very moment, Zhou Xingdou, holding the array plate given to him by Feng Ningyu, sneaked into the pavilion through the open ventilation window.

Upon entering the building, Zhou Xingdou was dumbfounded.

Because the portrait depicted none other than Zhou Xingdou!

The other portraits and statues that can be seen everywhere are Zhou Xingdou's appearances at different times. Zhou Xingdou can even find a picture of him beating Wan Tianzhou when he was a child. The painting is extremely vivid and makes Zhou Xingdou feel a little itchy to punch.

Not only that, Zhou Xingdou also saw the replica of the Thunder Emperor Armor that he had damaged, as well as the replica of the Thunder Emperor Throne that he had taken somewhere, and even a replica of the Prison Suppressing Sword Peak.

These replicas were all neatly arranged in various parts of the building, and judging from their cleanliness, they probably require daily maintenance and cleaning.

At this moment, Zhou Xingdou also looked at the woman kneeling in front of his portrait.

With her delicate fragrance and fair skin, and her beautiful and charming appearance, she was truly a stunning beauty of her generation.

Her beautiful eyes were slightly red, and her face was haggard, making her look quite pitiful.

Stephen Chow revealed himself in front of the portrait, and sighed as he looked at the lifelike image:

"It's a bit unlucky to make a wreath for a living person like me."

Unexpectedly, Du Yu merely glanced at Zhou Xingdou before lowering her eyes again and saying:

“Master, you don’t need to change your mind to persuade me anymore. My mind is made up. I will remain a widow for Zhou Zunzi for a hundred years. If I am even a second short, it will not be a hundred years.”

Stephen Chow raised an eyebrow, finding it somewhat amusing.

It seems that the still charming Sect Master Feng has disguised himself as himself quite a few times to persuade his disciple, but it seems that Du Yu saw through him every time.

However, Zhou Xingdou did not explain, but instead followed up on Du Yu's words and asked:

"You have no connection with Zhou Zunzi, and he may not even remember who you are. Is it worth it to remain a widow for him who is already dead?"

Du Yu's expression was indifferent, but her beautiful eyes glistened with tears:

Whether he remembers or not is his business. My willingness to remain a widow for him is my business. There is no question of whether it is worth it or not.

Stephen Chow continued to ask:

"Don't you know that Zhou Zunzi has many women around him, many of whom don't even have a title? He's a passionate yet heartless man. And you've been sitting in vain for a hundred years for such a man?"

Du Yu seemed extremely dissatisfied with Zhou Xingdou's words and immediately retorted:

"Which upright and honorable man doesn't have a harem of wives and concubines? In the Du family where I grew up, the head of a small clan had twenty wives and concubines, not to mention countless maids. Zhou Zunzi, with his status, has no more than two counts of Yanwen, and is already the one he loves!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xingdou inwardly exclaimed that Du Yu's words made sense. It turned out that he was actually a person who was devoted to love, and he couldn't help but think more highly of Du Yu.

“You are quite an extraordinary woman. It’s a pity that I didn’t have time to meet you back then, which led to you sitting in solitude for twenty years for me.”

Hearing Zhou Xingdou's words, Du Yu was slightly taken aback. She knew that her master would never say such a thing.

Before he could even look up and get a closer look, an extremely handsome face was already two inches from her nose, and a magnetic, deep voice accompanied by hot breath hit her:

"But why do you, such an extraordinary woman, think I will die?"

"Waaah!"

Du Yu shrank back, but her haggard face instantly turned crimson, and she said in disbelief:

Who are you?!

Seeing this, Zhou Xingdou stopped teasing Du Yu, straightened his body, his purple robe billowed, vertical lines flashing in his mind, and stood before Du Yu with his hands behind his back, like a living god:

"I am Zhou Xingdou, the young master of the Zhou family and the leader of the Starry Sky Alliance."

Buzz!

Du Yu suddenly felt a buzzing in his head, and his originally calm state of mind was thrown into chaos in an instant. Looking at the handsome man in front of him who seemed like a god, he was stunned and stood there as if the pause button had been pressed.

Seeing the stunned Du Yu, Zhou Xingdou slightly curled the corners of his mouth:

"Miss Du, don't you believe me? The news of my resurrection has spread throughout Chuyuan, and as far as I know, I should be the real Zhou Xingdou."

Du Yu was neither surprised nor frightened as Zhou Xingdou had imagined; she simply blushed instantly.

Yes, she turned completely red. Not just her cheeks, but also her ears, her neck, and her hands turned bright red with shame in an instant. Her boots bent and dug hard into the floor.

shame!

Endless shame overwhelmed Du Yu.

She had already come to believe that the person in front of her was Zhou Zunzi, the man she had been longing for.

However, the timing and place of their meeting were not quite what she had imagined.

As Zhou Xingdou said, although Du Yu admired and was infatuated with him, Zhou Xingdou was unaware of all this.

Now, her idol is standing in front of her, and her room is full of traces of Stephen Chow. She, an unknown person, is still widowed for Stephen Chow.

How could Du Yu not feel ashamed?

Zhou Xingdou chuckled, instantly realizing that Du Yu was somewhat like Lord Ye who loved dragons but feared them in return, and also understood his shame.

Now it seems that I, the one who is so fond of him, should take the initiative to ease the awkwardness of my fan.

Wow!

Du Yu, her face flushed, widened her beautiful eyes in an instant, feeling a little dizzy, because Zhou Xingdou's strong arms had already passed through her legs and back, and he had swept her into his arms.

Du Yu's body was not stiff; in fact, it felt somewhat frail.

Moreover, Du Yu's figure is not plump, but rather a slender and well-proportioned perfect figure, neither too thin nor too fat, just right.

“Zhou…Zhou…Zunzi, this…this…”

Du Yu was already unparalleled; even confusion could be seen in his eyes.

Stephen Chow pressed his cheek close to Du Yu's nose, their lips almost touching. With each breath, the unique floral fragrance of Du Yu filled their nostrils, an addictive scent.

"What, you're willing to remain a widow for me, but not want me to hold you?"

Compared to Du Yu's already flushed face, Zhou Xingdou's temperature was already quite cold, but the words he spoke close to her lips still made Du Yu's breathing somewhat heavy:

"No...no...wait~"

Before Du Yu could finish speaking, Zhou Xingdou had already kissed her sweet and fragrant lips.

This sudden kiss instantly cleared Du Yu's confused eyes. She wrapped her arms around Zhou Xingdou's shoulders and took the initiative to kiss him on the lips.