Chapter 137...!
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When Pingyu sat up abruptly in bed, the sun was already high in the sky. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, shining on her eyelids.
She turned around, but Nezha was not beside her.
The cool, refreshing sensation beneath her gave her the illusion that yesterday's absurd moments were all just a dream.
She looked up and saw the Heavenly Silk ribbon still hanging high from the rafters. Lost in thought, she heard the wooden door creak open. The inn's door had been pushed open from the outside.
Her face instantly turned as red as a tomato, steam rising from her head. Nezha looked at her amusedly, drawing out his words, "Why weren't you this red last night?"
Blood rushed to his head, and Pingyu was about to explode!
"You...I...yesterday...!" She covered her face in terror, concealing her expression completely. Pingyu stammered, his words incoherent: "That...really...?"
"Unsure?" Nezha's thoughtful tone served as a wake-up call for Ping Yu. She parted her fingers slightly, peering through the gap at the boy sitting opposite her. Nezha, propping his chin on his hand, said, "How about we try again?"
Upon hearing this, Ping Yu hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head: "No, no, no, no, no, no!"
Are you feeling unwell?
"No, it's not..."
“If you’re not feeling well, then let me try more,” Nezha said, leaning forward as he propped himself up on the table. He poked Pingyu’s nose with his fingertip and said in a softer tone, “I learn things very quickly, Le’an.”
Pingyu could hear a distinct swallowing sound in his throat.
We didn't venture deep into enemy territory yesterday, but the Battle of Red Cliffs took place!
No one understood the weight of Nezha's words better than her. Though initially clumsy, Pingyu eventually lost consciousness, only remembering the surging tide that she swallowed whole. Pingyu subconsciously bit her fingertips, still feeling the exhilarating pleasure that made her skin crawl. She shook her head desperately, only to have Nezha, unable to bear it any longer, pinch her cheek.
"Eat up," he said, prying open her lips and stuffing breakfast into her mouth. "We should head back to Xiqi soon."
"oh……"
Chewing, chewing...
Pingyu recalled the scene she witnessed in the Spirit Mansion; she was just one ghost gate away from completing the set. The countdown to returning home was visibly long, but looking at Nezha's face as he ate the simple porridge, Pingyu didn't know how to bring it up with him. Even though Nezha spoke so lightly and made such promises after confirming their relationship, Pingyu didn't feel much better inside. Especially as their relationship deepened, the gloom weighing on her heart grew even heavier. If deliberate ignoring was like a lid on a pot, then distracting thoughts were like the water inside, subtly seeping out.
Lost in thought, she didn't notice that the bowl and spoon in front of her were being dragged away.
"Why aren't you eating?" Nezha scraped the remaining porridge off the spoon, wiped away the steam, and brought it to Pingyu's lips. "Are you waiting for me to feed you?"
Ping Yu's eyes flickered as she pondered for a moment. Finally, she put a piece of utensil into her mouth and mumbled, "Little Mud is one of the Twenty-Four Ghosts."
“I know those sunlight particles entered your spiritual abode.” Nezha paused, then asked, “How many are left?”
There's one left.
Only one more Pingyu is left to return to his true home, after a thousand years apart.
Nezha's eyes darkened for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. This was good news for Ping Yu; he couldn't show any sadness and put pressure on her. Observing her expression, Nezha could only see the girl's distress, not joy. He reached out and smoothed Ping Yu's furrowed brows. "Why aren't you happy to be able to go home?"
He half-jokingly asked, "Could it be that you can't bear to part with me?"
Pingyu pursed her lips, looking at him with teary eyes.
Uh-huh!
I can't bear to part with it!
Nezha was stung by her pitiful gaze, and felt a pang of tenderness and sorrow in his heart. He changed his gesture of raising his eyebrows to covering the girl's eyes: "It's not like we'll never see each other again, so what?"
“What’s so special about it?” Ping Yu remained with his eyes covered, gesturing as if he didn’t know how to describe his feelings: “You’re going to wait for me for thousands of years, will you forget me?”
Nezha sighed and withdrew his hand: "That's the question I should be asking you."
Pingyu looked at him with teary eyes, as if she had been bullied. His voice was very soft, his words like a veil, enveloping Pingyu.
"Lin Pingyu, don't forget me."
In their gazes met, the boy reflected in Ping Yu's pupils had a gentle yet complex expression.
.
The town is located between Xiqi and Xueshan, making it extremely convenient to travel between the two places.
She raised her hand and grabbed, and Nezha followed closely behind. They looked at each other, then both looked down at Pingyu's flat palm.
In her hand, there was an unopened flower bud.
The unopened flower buds slowly unfurled the moment they met the two people's gazes...
The voice, growing louder as it rose from the flower's heart, asked: "My disciple, how's your courtship going?"
It's Lu Ya!
However, this kind of nonsensical approach does resemble him.
Pingyu suddenly felt like he'd been caught in a puppy love affair.
He crossed his arms and remained silent. If Ping Yu hadn't been there, Nezha would have covered his ears and run away! He put his arm around Ping Yu's waist, using the flower as a provocation, as if it were Lu Ya himself. However, the next second, Lu Ya seemed to have foreseen this and said, "I'm still on my way to settle accounts with Taiyi. Don't let him get too close to you."
Pingyu: ...
Nezha:
In short, it made both the person hugging and the person being hugged feel like they were being burned.
This flower bud was Lu Ya's message box. After those two sentences, he finally got to the point. Ping Yu could almost picture his master calculating with his fingers inside the tent. When he wasn't joking, he sounded very serious. His deep voice came from inside the flower bud: "Wen Zhong sensed that Zhao Gongming's strangeness stemmed from the Seven Arrows of Nailhead. Today, he sent two of his men to Qishan to steal the book. Zhao Gongming has the Golden Dragon Scissors in his hand. If they are taken away, we will have no chance of winning. I've calculated that your fire poison has been cured. Tell Nezha to quickly go to Qishan to meet up with Yang Jian and report to Ziya."
“Remember this,” Lu Ya seemed to take a deep breath, “tell Nezha to guard the Seven Arrows Book well, and never let anyone take it away.”
Pingyu was about to close the flower bud and rush to Qishan with Nezha. But the moment he closed the bud, a voice spoke again from within the flower.
"Pingyu, don't go with Nezha."
Lu Ya spoke again, and Nezha's Wind Fire Wheels were about to go out. He looked at the flower, then at Ping Yu. He immediately reached out and fiercely covered the entire flower's opening. Although the action was fierce, it was ultimately as futile as covering a speaker with one's hand.
The Taoist's message still resonated between the lovers: "Return to camp, I have something else to tell you."
Author's note: They locked me up for fourteen hours just because I made some meat soup; I'm already furious.
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