Chapter 35 He'd stop at nothing to love and stay with you forever...
So Mingjian spent half an hour beating up the system.
System: [Host, please stop hitting it! There's only two percent left, and we'll have the second memory fragment!]
Mingjian smirked, cracking his knuckles, "You'd be beaten to death in another second."
The system curled up in a ball, whimpering, and shouted: "[That's how the main system stipulates it, and 051 can't do anything about it.]"
Mingjian had heard it mention the main system several times, but it seemed that the main system was also useless.
He gave a forced smile, too lazy to waste any more time with the system. Remembering the troublesome "Wedding Dress Demon" outside, he had no choice but to give up for now. The moment his consciousness returned, he abruptly opened his eyes, meeting a pair of smiling eyes.
"You slept for a long time."
Her cool voice carried a hint of coquettish complaint. Xiao Bumian smiled, her eyes crinkling as she looked at Mingjian.
His well-defined fingertips gently poked Mingjian's cheek.
So soft.
Xiao Bumian thought.
Seeing his magnified face reflected in her pupils, Ming's eyelashes trembled in panic, and she rolled over to the other side of the bed. She sat up with a dry laugh, "Haha, I guess I've been too tired these past few days."
Xiao Bumian wasn't annoyed. He sat up, rested his hands on his knees, propped his chin on his hand, and stared intently at Mingjian, smiling as he said, "I had an interesting dream last night."
Mingjian: "..."
He suddenly had a bad feeling.
The next moment, he heard Xiao Bumian continue, "I dreamed about the white cat I had when I was a child."
Xiao Bumian tilted her head, strands of hair slipping from her shoulder. "It's strange... I always feel like it looks a lot like you."
"Hmm, or is it because it's too far away and I've confused you all?"
Mingjian didn't even consider that in Xiao Bumian's subconscious, he was just a cat he kept.
He is now feeling extremely guilty and restless.
Why does Xiao Bumian dream?
Could it be that the dream he had was the fragment of Ming Jianjin's memory?
The system had solemnly assured him that Xiao Bumian would have no real-world memories within the fragmented memories...
This system is doing something unethical again!
System: [System detection shows that Xiao Bumian has no past memories; it's purely coincidental.]
It also included a cute emoji.
Mingjian, still somewhat doubtful, asked, "Are you sure?"
The system confidently declared, "Don't worry, host, 051 never lies about data."
Mingjian twitched his lips.
His eyes darted around, and he replied vaguely, "It might just be a coincidence."
Xiao Bumian gave a thoughtful "Oh," and sighed softly, "Alright."
He reached out and poked Mingjian's face again, "It really does look like him."
Mingjian: "..."
The icy touch on his fingertips made Ming Jian pause abruptly. He was stunned for a moment before belatedly realizing that Xiao Bumian's body temperature was much lower than normal, but the little Xiao Bumian in his memory fragments was clearly warm.
“Xie Hanwei,” Mingjian looked at him and couldn’t help but lean closer, “why are you always so cold when I hug you?”
For some reason, Mingjian recalled the last moment the man had mentioned, the night of the full moon.
Could it be related to that?
Xiao Bumian smiled gently, "That's how you were born."
"Can……"
Mingjian wanted to say that Mingming wasn't like this when he was seven, but he stopped abruptly as soon as he said it.
If he were to say it aloud, given Xiao Bumian's personality, he would definitely be suspicious.
After all, he had never said it, yet Mingjian knew about his childhood, which would seem strange to anyone.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Bumian's gaze flickered, and he suddenly leaned closer, his dark eyes unfathomable.
"N-nothing!" Mingjian leaned back and almost fell off the tatami.
As dawn broke, the thin paper windows in the room cast hazy patches of light on the floor.
Mingjian's mind was filled with countless questions, such as why Xiao Bumian was locked in the courtyard, why Xiao Bumian's mother wanted to kill him, why the man chose to keep him, and what exactly happened on the night of the full moon.
But at this moment, Xiao Bumian was playing with the familiar silk ribbon on his wrist, clearly not intending to explain. Ming Jian had no choice but to suppress his doubts; the most urgent task at hand was to find the Wedding Dress Curse and break this strange time-travel formation.
He noticed it as soon as he woke up; the spiritual energy within his body was slowly slipping away like sand through his fingers. If even he, with his mere Qi Refining Stage 6 cultivation, was like this, then those Foundation Establishment and Core Formation cultivators must be…
Mingjian tied his hair up.
Xiao Bumian handed him the silk ribbon, saying that he wanted to tie it for Mingjian as well.
"Okay." Mingjian nodded in agreement.
He couldn't explain why, but he felt very complicated looking at Xiao Bumian, especially after seeing Xiao Bumian as a child. He clearly felt sorry for him.
Although Mingjian did not have a good childhood, his master gave him all the best he had.
So he had a relatively happy childhood.
But Xiao Bumian was imprisoned in that small courtyard and never grew up.
Mingjian also understood why Xiao Bumian eventually became the great villain in the original novel.
He had Xiao Bumian sit in front of the bronze mirror, stood behind him, and carefully gathered his hair.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, and the long indigo ribbon danced between Mingjian's fingers, like rippling blue waves.
He lowered his eyes and tidied Xiao Bumian's hair.
Xiao Bumian gazed quietly into the bronze mirror.
Perhaps because he hadn't dreamed in a long time, Xiao Bumian remembered many things he thought he had forgotten after waking up.
The demon race is a very strange race. They are born with soul fire in their bodies, so even in the barren and perpetually cold Demon Realm, they do not feel cold.
Although he is a half-demon, he possesses an even more powerful soul fire. It is said that with that, one can go to the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons and even control ten thousand demons.
Once those people found out, they didn't even have time to wait for him to overcome his demonic tribulation before taking it.
Fearing he would lose control and hurt them, they made his mother do it herself.
He lay on the ground, a faint smile playing on his lips. Xiao Yun looked down at him, still cursing, "Even in this state, he can still smile? He's a monster! He should have died long ago!"
The soul fire gradually left his body, and the chill slowly enveloped his entire being.
Only then did he realize, ah, that winter in the human world is so cold.
I got used to it later and it wasn't so bad.
Thinking of this, Xiao Bumian glanced at Mingjian in the bronze mirror again. He lowered his eyes and focused intently on tying up Mingjian's hair.
Mingjian was the strangest person he had ever met. From birth until now, he had encountered many people. Because of Xiao Yun in his childhood, the only emotion he felt was disgust. This emotion led him from the mortal realm to the world of cultivation.
As he grew older, he became a once-in-a-millennium prodigy in the cultivation world. They mostly flattered and worshipped him. Fortunately, he didn't have to do much; he only needed to learn from his mother and smile at everyone.
But Mingjian was different. He initially wanted to kill him, but later found him more interesting than ordinary people, so he spared his life.
Mingjian was indeed quite interesting; he showed neither dislike nor fear towards him. He would only occasionally get annoyed and bite him a couple of times. Or he would hold a piece of fruit and look at him, telling him to stop laughing because it didn't look good.
Every time Xiao Bumian saw him, he felt a sense of unease, like a rain shower in his heart that would gradually subside.
It's very quiet.
It's very...warm.
He didn't dislike the feeling; in fact, he wanted more of it.
He thought he could use any means necessary.
As long as I can keep Mingjian by my side.
Even though he knew from the beginning that Mingjian was hired by those people to kill him.
"Alright," Mingjian said with a yawn.
Xiao Bumian stared at his reflection in the bronze mirror for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Do I look good?"
Ming saw a pause.
? ? ?
Did he hear that right? What's wrong with Xiao Bumian this time?
He replied dismissively, "It looks good, it looks good."
"So, do you like it?"
Xiao Bumian got up.
“I like it,” Mingjian said again.
He paused for a few seconds, then realized what was happening and suddenly looked up.
Soft light fell on Xiao Bumian's face. His long eyelashes were slightly lowered, and his moon-white inner robe outlined his lean and muscular figure, making him appear exceptionally aloof and distant. Yet, his eyes held a smile that, if looked at for too long, made one's breath hot.
Mingjian stared at her slightly parted red lips, momentarily dazed, and clearly felt his heart skip a beat.
He finally remembered that he really liked Xiao Bumian's face.
"If you like it, that's fine."
You must always love him and stay with him.
Xiao Bumian smiled slightly, unable to contain her joy, and asked in a light tone, "Want to kiss again?"
"No... I'm not playing anymore." Mingjian was startled. After saying that, he turned around and picked up the sword on the table. "I'll go find Song Heyu and the others, and we'll talk about it later."
He had to get rid of all the random thoughts in his head.
Feeling sorry for Xiao Bumian doesn't mean anything.
A heartbeat skipping a beat is nothing.
It's just that Xiao Bumian is good-looking; this is a normal physiological reaction. It could also be a lingering effect from when Xiao Yun threw him to the ground.
Before Xiao Bumian could speak, Mingjian pushed open the door and came out.
Xiao Bumian watched his departing figure from behind, her eyes lowered, a dark and unfathomable emotion churning within them. He didn't follow, lost in thought.
—
When Mingjian walked to the front yard, he ran into Song Heyu and Gu Zhi.
They seemed to have just come back from outside; they were still chilly.
When Gu Zhi saw him, she clicked her tongue lightly and said, "You've slept for two days, and you've finally decided to wake up."
Mingjian paused for a moment, then frowned. "How did you know?"
“We ran into Xiao Bumian when we were leaving the manor yesterday morning,” Song Heyu continued.
A whole day has passed.
Mingjian felt a little guilty for not expecting him to have slept for so long. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect to sleep for so long and I couldn't be of any help."
"With your cultivation level, what help could you possibly offer? You'd be lucky if you didn't make things worse," Gu Zhi said without malice.
Ming Jian breathed a slight sigh of relief. "Then what is Xiao Bumian doing outside?"
Furuichi: "I don't know, I just happened to run into him. Maybe he went out to buy something."
Ming said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions.
It seems he remembered correctly; when Xiao Bumian entered the room yesterday, there was a faint smell of grass mixed with blood on him.
Mingjian didn't believe he was out having fun.
"So you just came back from Qin Shi Lou?"
“Hmm,” Song Heyu said as she walked, “Qin Shi Lou has been sealed off now. Gu Zhi and I went there again last night, and I don’t know if it’s because the Prince of Anling is dead, but the blood lines had disappeared when we went there. We haven’t found anything else yet.”
Mingjian sighed.
"Senior Brother Gu, Senior Brother Song." Suddenly, a familiar voice came.
The three looked in the direction of the sound and saw Shi Lian running over, her face pale, panting as she said, "Something's happened."
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