She was so small then, a soft, fluffy little thing, and she would stay in his arms all day long, refusing to get down.

Even though she didn't have all her teeth yet, she would often lick his face until it was covered in saliva, and she liked to suck on his ear while sleeping, like a flirtatious little kitten.

Thinking of all this, Shang Xiye's heart was completely melted and softened.

But the memory abruptly ends there.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Mo Linxian's voice gently said, "Your reincarnated soul is still very fragile. The main purpose of our memory sharing is to help our new bodies improve their cultivation as quickly as possible so that we can come to the capital to meet Xiao Jiaojiao and rescue Feng Xiao and Feng Hua. As for the later memories, we will merge them after you bring your new body to the capital and finish your business. This way, we won't harm your reincarnated soul."

It's truly bizarre to talk to yourself.

But Shang Xiye was certain that the one speaking was another wisp of her own soul; they were originally one.

Therefore, he didn't object and understood "his" decision: "Okay, with those memories and experiences, it's enough for me to increase my cultivation speed several times over. In at most half a month, I will reach the Immortal Nascent Soul Realm."

During this time, you must also do as I wish and protect...my little...my little wife.

Shang Xiye hesitated several times before finally deciding to call her Little Bandit according to his own habit.

Mo Linxian didn't think anything of it at first, but Shang Xiye's last sentence made him feel a little strange.

They were like his past self meeting his present self.

We cannot say they are not him, because they are one person; but to say they are exactly the same is not entirely true.

Mo Linxian severed his spiritual connection with Shang Xiye, looked closely at the little bandit girl sleeping peacefully, and murmured softly, "Little wife?" His heart was filled with endless warmth and happiness.

His beloved daughter is the apple of his eye, and his dream wife is the object of his affection.

As long as I can be with her, let the strangeness be. After merging with the reincarnated soul, I'll get used to it.

Mo Linxian easily calmed herself down.

When the fake Shang Beiyu returned to his residence, he told Xiao Jianzi, with a long face, about his "chance encounter" with the little female bandit.

Xiao Jianzi was so angry her liver hurt. She poked the fake Shang Beiyu's face with her right index finger, wishing she could kill him with one finger: "So you came back like this? Not a single word of resistance, not a single question?"

The fake Shang Beiyu shuddered at the poking and said, "Your Excellency, you know that Princess Chonghe is a cultivator. The fact that my arm is still intact is entirely due to her showing mercy. If I had been so arrogant as to resist and question her, I'm afraid I wouldn't be back today!"

The implication is that he's the kind of person who'll fight or kill at the drop of a hat!

"You...!" Little Cocoon finally couldn't help but slap the fake man across the face, knocking off his human skin mask. He panted heavily and said, "No wonder you're destined to be a fake. So cowardly and afraid of death, you'll never amount to anything. Get lost!"

The human skin mask fell off, revealing a face underneath that looked three or four parts like Shang Beiyu.

Upon hearing Xiao Jianzi tell him to get lost, the fake immediately scrambled out of the room.

But before he could even leave the inner courtyard of the Red Sleeve Palace, he was sucked into the shadows by a masked demonic cultivator in black who was hiding there, and then disappeared without a trace.

Little Cocoon arrived at Hibiscus Palace with a dark expression.

Chen Ziyun remained huddled in the corner, her face pale with fright and her expression somewhat dazed.