Thousands of petals fluttered and drifted, filling the sky.
Just like right now, my tender feelings for Zhou Lang are being released freely, swaying in the wind, dancing gracefully...
"No, Ah Hua, I'm not ready yet..."
At the crucial moment when Zhou Lang and I were burning with passion and nakedly entwined, Zhou Lang suddenly changed his attitude and became as casual as Ran Mo, and climbed off me.
And all my desires were shattered by the appearance of the ink stain.
Somewhat embarrassed, I quickly straightened my disheveled clothes and glared at him: "Ranmo, you really came out at the worst possible time!"
Ranmo forced a dry laugh and said, "Sorry, Master Hua, I am just a wisp of divine consciousness. I only know about worldly affairs, right and wrong, and I am completely indifferent to matters of passion and desire! How about we have a drink instead?"
As she spoke, she picked up the spilled wine with great remorse: "What a waste of such a fine wine! You didn't appreciate it at all. But if Ahua wants some, I have more!"
As he spoke, he conjured up a jar of fragrant wine and handed it to me.
I rolled my eyes at him again, annoyed: "Drink my ass!"
Ranmo touched his face, then conjured a folding fan in his hand and waved it in front of him, saying narcissistically, "I'm a ghost with good looks and value now, not some big-headed ghost anymore!"
"But I never expected that the heartless man I've been cursing for you for hundreds of years would actually be cursing myself? I tried to understand our relationship by sharing memories with your Zhou Lang, but unfortunately, this Zhou Lang is stubborn. He shared my spiritual power, but he refused to share our soul memories." Ranmo continued, shaking his folding fan with regret.
But in my heart, I sighed that Zhou Lang was still afraid of being dominated by other spirits and souls, afraid of disappearing, which was why he refused to merge with Ranmo. But this time, there was no chance to worry too much.
I was afraid of missing the chance for Wen Heng to return again, and never seeing Zhou Lang again. Besides, I, a person who was about to die and had no hope, suddenly realized that I still had the chance to survive and continue to be with the person I loved.
Suddenly, I was filled with hope for the world again, and the thought of being able to see Zhou Lang for a long time and continue living.
I watched as Ranmo, with Zhou Lang's face on his back, was now waving a folding fan, constantly gulping down wine, and chatting with me.
It reminds me of Zhou Yu, who used to be so drunk that he would pass out after just one cup of wine. How could he possibly stay sober after being smeared with ink and forced to drink like this?
Thinking of this, I snatched the wine jar from Ranmo's hand with disgust and threw it away. I warned him with a stern face, "Zhou Lang can't drink. From now on, you're not allowed to drink with Zhou Lang's face on your face!"
To avoid any unforeseen complications, I immediately went to find the uncle after saying that, so that he could help me recall Wen Heng's remaining soul and consciousness as soon as possible.
But Ranmo, still in Zhou Lang's body, followed me involuntarily, as if she had returned to the past, while muttering curses: "If you don't drink it, don't throw it away! What a waste, what a waste!"
When I returned, the uncle had caught a net full of Dream Spirit Pearls in the short time it took. He smiled excitedly at me and said, "What a great haul today! I just went to eliminate those Nightmare Gu bugs and also got two Dream Spirit Pearls with super high spiritual power."
I discovered that the two Dream Spirit Orbs in the uncle's hand were actually memories left behind in the Dream World by Qingyan and Shila.
I slapped my forehead – I'd completely forgotten that Qingyan and Shila had also been dragged in by the Nightmare Gu.
Fortunately, they were all alright.
However, I never expected that they would accidentally travel through my dreams to the memories of the life in which I knew them.
"Uncle, if we don't hand over the Dream Spirit Pearl to the Dream God and instead give it to spirit stones, their memories of past lives in their dreams won't disappear, right?"
However, the uncle cautiously put away the Dream Spirit Pearl in his hand: "No, no, this Dream Spirit Pearl was captured with my own spiritual power using the Dream Catcher. If I don't hand it over to the Dream God in exchange for spirit stones as soon as possible, not only will I not gain any spiritual power, but I will also consume double my spiritual power!"
"My dear uncle, you are my family, my dearest family. You are my only good friend from a past life, so please help me out. I'll give you a shoulder massage and a back rub!" As soon as I finished speaking, I began to massage the uncle's shoulders very attentively.
In the end, the uncle couldn't resist my pleading and could only watch as the two enormous Dream Spirit Orbs disappeared completely from his palm.
The fact that the Dream Spirit Pearls that were not handed over to the Dream God gradually disappeared means that Qingyan and Shila's memories of their past lives in the dream world will be fully recalled by them.
Hopefully, this loving couple will remember the hardships of their past life and have a good ending in this one. But it's a good thing for that brat, Shila.
"Speaking of this, why didn't my memories of the dream world disappear last time? Was it also because of your help, Uncle?" I pressed.
The middle-aged man glanced at Ranmo and said, "Naturally, it was preserved for you by your good lover using his own spiritual power!"
I turned to look at Ranmo, who grinned at me triumphantly: "No need to thank me. In order to preserve your memories in the dream world, Zhou Lang and I had the opportunity to share spiritual power. However, this was also my own choice. Thank you for helping me find my origins."
"From now on, you should use your spiritual power to strengthen yourselves. In the Dream Realm, you have to endure the pain brought by wind, snow, thunder and lightning every day. I have my own way of taking my memories from the Dream Realm out with me."
"Do you intend to learn from Sister Fang's past life and forcibly record the memories of the dream world using a notebook? Have you forgotten that that would shorten your lifespan? After deducting your twenty years of lifespan, how much lifespan do you have left to squander like that?" Ranmo's words cut to the chase.
"Don't worry, as long as you strengthen your spiritual power and recall your souls as soon as possible, won't my divine curse be lifted? Zhou Lang won't know about this, will he?" I asked.
"He's probably drunk from the drinks I made him."
"That's good. Don't let him know about this for now," I earnestly instructed Ranmo.
"It depends on my mood!" Ranmo started putting on airs.
Fortunately, under my coercion and enticement, Ranmo finally agreed to my request.
Finally, Ranmo patted my shoulder and said confidently, "Don't worry! We love each other so much, as long as I return, I will definitely let you, my little flower fairy, return to your place!"
Will he come back? I'm not even sure if Wen Heng will forgive my past behavior if he comes back.
But how will you know if you don't try?
The uncle said that during this soul summoning, my physical body would fall into a coma for more than a month. Fortunately, with Fang Rou's help, Bai, Ri, and Qingyan took care of my physical body in the outside world where I lived.
With the uncle's help, I arrived at my own place in the dream world.
I found the single flower that I had placed on the mountain god's seal.
Everything was ready, and the uncle even specially chose an auspicious day for me.
It was at the hour of Zi (11:15 AM).
However, midnight in the dream world is not as dark as it is in the mortal world.
It presents a scene of purple starry sky and bright moon, blue ground and white clouds.
However, this does fit the characteristics of the dream world.
I gazed at Zhou Lang, enveloped in a purple starry sky, sitting quietly opposite me. My heart was filled with a mixture of trepidation, nervousness, and excited unease.
Like the surging mountains and rivers, the blue sky and white clouds under a gentle breeze, the fluctuating emotions of a dream about to come true.
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