Chapter 116 I want you to take responsibility for me now…
Is it "yes" or "no"?
Even though the word "love" is difficult to discern, it's rare for the two to give such drastically different answers. Yang Jian's teasing gaze lingered between the young man and woman.
Ping Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he chuckled, "Master has returned; I'll go see how he is."
But Nezha wouldn't let her leave, so Pingyu wouldn't take a single step. Yang Jian was older than Nezha, and being more composed, he could see things more clearly as an observer than those directly involved. These two were like dry tinder; they needed someone to add fuel to the fire.
After both the stern and altruistic roles were played, seeing that his scheme had succeeded, he left without a second thought.
“Since you two are leaders, I won’t bother you any longer,” the young man said, turning around to add, “Nezha, she’s new here, you should show her around the camp.”
"No need to trouble yourself," Nezha said, "Please do as you please."
After saying that, he turned around with Pingyu and said, "Let's go."
The girl nearly stumbled as she fell behind. She hesitated, then asked softly, "Where to?"
"go……"
At this moment, someone interrupted Nezha.
"Two adults."
Nezha and Pingyu looked up together and saw that the person who came was Jiang Ziya's attendant. He was covered in sweat and bowed to report, "The Prime Minister invites you."
Nezha, not wanting to lash out at strangers, exhaled a deep breath. He gritted his teeth twice before barely calming down. Pingyu felt the tiger's claws leave his body and quickly crawled out of the other's arms.
She straightened her appearance and dusted off her clothes.
After the attendant finished his report, he left, not wanting to linger for even a second longer. The young man waited quietly for Pingyu to finish tidying himself up, stared intently for a while, and then reached out his hand.
Pingyu instinctively shrank back, but Nezha simply tucked the stray hairs that were tied at her collar behind her ears.
“Let’s go,” he said.
Pingyu was very anxious and walked unsteadily.
Fortunately, Nezha was able to distinguish between primary and secondary matters and did not cause any further trouble before entering the main tent.
The two bowed together on the carpet: "Prime Minister, Immortals."
All the immortals were in the tent, with Jiang Ziya and Randeng at the head, looking towards them.
Ping Yu glanced around and noticed that his master was also there.
Lu Ya shook his head at her, his eyes filled with pity.
Could she possibly cause some trouble? Upon seeing this, Pingyu felt a chill run down his spine.
Jiang Ziya and Randeng showed no sign of their unease, their expressions remaining amiable. They exchanged a glance, and Randeng spoke, "The battle was urgent just now, and I didn't have a chance to say a few words to Fairy Qingti. Now that Fellow Daoist Lu Ya has a plan, I will summon the fairy again to give her a proper welcome."
Upon hearing the words "fairy," Nezha looked towards Pingyu.
Ping Yu frowned slightly. How come the whole world knows who she was in her past life, but she, the original owner, is unaware?
oh……
Nezha didn't know either.
She stepped forward and replied, "I am now just a mortal, Immortal Master, you have overstated me."
“Your Excellency has cultivated many good relationships in the divine realm, and we have also become acquainted with you recently,” Ran Deng said with a smile. “However, the reason we have summoned you here is for one matter only.”
They've arrived.
Ping Yu focused intently, preparing to respond: "What is it?"
Randeng smiled but remained silent, while the prime minister beside him spoke on his behalf: "Pingyu, would it be alright if I allowed you to share a tent with Nezha?"
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ah?
Before Pingyu could recover, Nezha was the first to react. His face was no longer sullen or angry; he was radiant. However, he remained silent, waiting for Pingyu's answer.
The girl's mind was in a daze, and she swayed unsteadily.
Jiang Ziya was over seventy-two, an age when he was most likely to cause trouble. Could it be that, since ancient times, arranging marriages for older people has always been a source of amusement for elders?
She asked, "What do you mean by that, Martial Aunt? Why did you suddenly..."
The smiles didn't disappear; they simply shifted to the faces of these old men, whose combined age was over a thousand.
"Could it be because Nezha and I are old acquaintances?"
Pingyu was truly puzzled.
"you......"
Now, not only Ran Deng, but also the other immortals looked surprised. Surrounded by so many gazes, Ping Yu felt the pressure increase immensely. She couldn't help but doubt herself: Had I asked something I shouldn't have?
Nezha stepped forward alone and shielded Pingyu behind him.
He said, "Thank you for your kindness, but there are some things between Pingyu and me that haven't been cleared up yet."
It was good that his master and uncles were willing to match him with Pingyu, proving that they were a perfect match in the eyes of others. However, Nezha did not want others to interfere in matters of the heart. He also refused to go against Pingyu's wishes and cause her any distress: "After all, men and women are different, and it would be inappropriate for them to live together so hastily."
What does it mean?
The two asked the same question.
Nezha genuinely didn't understand, but Pingyu sensed something. The memories of Ba were instantly projected onto her retina, the parts related to the Green Grape Fairy playing frame by frame. Aside from her relationship with Ba, every single second was inextricably linked to the Spirit Pearl. Pingyu had anticipated a deep entanglement between herself and Nezha in their past lives, but she was usually too busy to delve into it deeply. Now, surrounded by the immortals, the atmosphere resembled a court trial.
Several people in the know looked on with varying emotions, some as onlookers and others genuinely concerned.
The dusty files were about to be revealed, and Ping Yu instinctively wanted to cover his ears and deceive himself.
But before she could make a move, Nezha grasped her hands again. With her wrists held in the boy's hands, Nezha, being so clever, had already guessed the immortal's unfinished intention.
He said in a voice only audible to the two of them, "Let the senior uncles finish speaking."
The boy's words were simple yet profound, and Pingyu's right eye kept twitching.
The next second, Ran Deng said, "Don't you know that Fairy Qingti and Lingzhuzi are a couple known to all the gods in the Upper Realm?"
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When Pingyu stepped out of the tent, his legs were weak.
It's unbelievable... really...
Two words crashed down on her like a mountain:
The Way! Companion!
Although she had suspected something when she accessed Nüba's memories, Pingyu still found it hard to accept when the answer was confirmed. The past life is the past life, and I am me. To conflate the two is nothing more than an arranged marriage.
This is wrong, this is bad.
Pingyu's mind was in turmoil, and Nezha was also suffering.
After the initial euphoria of receiving the news subsided, countless distracting thoughts arose, like grains of sand and seashells scattered on the shore after the tide receded. Though she had grown up, many of her habits remained the same as when she was a child. Pingyu's attempt to cover her ears in the tent proved that she had long known about what her uncles had announced.
But when did she find out she was the Green Grape Fairy? What exactly did Pingyu go through during those three years of separation...? Nezha wished he could sweep his divine sense into her mind and scrape Pingyu's memories clean, like drinking wine. After much struggle and hesitation, Nezha finally asked from the bottom of his heart, "Since you already knew that we were Daoist partners in our past lives, why did you deny our relationship with Yang Jian?"
Pingyu was in turmoil, her mind a complete blank. She was like an aging machine, only moving forward when someone wound her up. She answered Nezha's questions with a single sentence: "But I only need to gather three ghosts to go home. If I develop feelings for you... what will you do after I'm gone?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the air seemed to drop a little.
Pingyu, who had answered without thinking, then realized she had stammered. She covered her mouth and took a few steps back, looking at Nezha helplessly.
The boy's face immediately turned cold.
The long-suppressed conflict, something the two had never discussed directly, erupted at this moment. Nezha had entered Pingyu's consciousness and altered her memories, so he naturally understood that once the twenty-four ghosts were collected, she would truly leave this era.
Three years later, she had managed to collect almost all the ghosts.
How could someone who has just returned be thinking about leaving? Nezha has a body made of lotus and lotus root, without a human heart. Yet he wants to cut open Pingyu's body and crawl inside. Nezha wants to see if her heart is filled with molten iron and silt... otherwise, how could she be so hard and cold, showing no mercy to him whatsoever.
She lived here for more than a decade and a half.
Was the past so easy for her, that she could just throw him away without a second thought?
Nezha originally wanted to take things slowly with Pingyu, but he couldn't afford to be slow.
“Go back,” he said.
The girl was flustered and confused. She hesitated and asked softly, "Where to?"
Nezha wouldn't even give her a fake smile. His face was cold, and even when he was furious, he would only glance at her.
"Our camp," Nezha revealed the answer.
Pingyu was so startled by those words that his ears rang and his mind went blank with a "buzz".
What's yours is yours, and what's mine is mine. What does "your camp and mine" even mean?
"I'm not going!"
This was not the reunion Ping Yu had imagined! Nezha grabbed her with his arm, while Ping Yu kicked her feet to the ground, leaving two long marks as he dragged her: "What kind of behavior is this, sneaking into a bonfire in broad daylight!"
"Going with Yang Jian would save you the trouble, but you don't want to go with me?"
Nezha sneered: "You forget the old when you have new people. You never tell the truth."
His tone was full of resentment, deep and sinister.
But she and Yang Jian have only known each other for half an incense stick's time, so how could she forget the old for the new? How come this person only grows taller but not wiser, still acting as unreasonable and stubborn as when he was a child!
Lu Ya returned to his tent, and Ziya ordered a truce sign to be hung outside. With nothing to do in the army today, the soldiers who had been training at the firing range gradually dispersed. Some greeted Nezha, while others cast curious glances.
The vanguard officer exuded an imposing aura, and many people silently glanced at their toes: "We can't afford to mess with him."
After walking a while longer, the number of soldiers dwindled, and Nezha began to move again.
Pingyu felt a slight itch in her neck and shoulders. Nezha slid his hand over her collarbone and onto her slender neck.
"Lin Pingyu."
Being called by his full name made Ping Yu a little angry: "What!"
When you were a child, you said I was still young and told me to wait for you. If I still love you after many years of separation, then you will be with me.
Ping Yu's arrogance has subsided.
It seems... there is such a thing.
"Now that I've finally found you, you say that what you said back then was just a lie to appease me. If it's okay, it's okay; if it's not okay, it's not okay. Even if you hadn't promised me that day, I would still be waiting for you... but you have to give me what you promised."
They entered the tent, which was filled with the alluring fragrance of lotus blossoms. She tried to argue, but Nezha reached out and pressed his hand against her neck. Her trachea was compressed, and Pingyu coughed heavily. Nezha watched coldly, determined not to let her liar utter another word. A flash of golden light appeared at the boy's fingertips, and Pingyu felt something cold encircle her neck.
“Pingyu, do you still think I’m a child who can be fooled? I’m all grown up now, not a child anymore. Putting aside appearances, since you say you’re older than me, how can you not understand the principle of keeping your word?”
She reached out with her hand, which was suspended by the red ribbon, and felt it was the Universe Ring. The golden ring, like a collar, constricted the girl, and Nezha slipped his finger into the gap where the ring met the neck. He gave a gentle tug, and Pingyu leaned forward. Nezha was now much taller than Pingyu, lean and muscular, a far cry from the handsome little boy she remembered. The Universe Ring floated up with the girl's hand, and Nezha pressed himself against it.
Ping Yu extended his finger and touched the boy's Adam's apple.
"I want you to take responsibility for me right now."
As he spoke, his Adam's apple bobbed incessantly at Ping Yu's fingertips. Nezha's androgynous yet strikingly beautiful face, coupled with his prominent masculine features, was quite impactful to Ping Yu. Seeing the girl so easily seduced, just as she had been in her childhood, Nezha smiled again. He knew he was handsome and was adept at using his advantages on Ping Yu. Ping Yu's fingertips, manipulated by Nezha, slowly moved upwards, tracing the lines of the boy's neck. Her face flushed, and her ears turned bright red.
What... what is this all about?!
Finally, Nezha pressed his face against her palm.
"If you don't give me what I want..."
The boy's thin, dark, and rosy lips brushed against her thumb. Pingyu's finger recoiled slightly, only to be captured again by her soft, yielding lips. Nezha opened his mouth slightly and took her fingertip into his mouth. Like a cat begging for food, the boy gently rubbed her finger with his sharp teeth, mumbling indistinctly:
"I'll get it myself."
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