As Fang Rou was speaking, I had already rolled off the bed, but as soon as my feet touched the ground, my mind became somewhat hazy and my body felt unsteady: "Thud!" I fell heavily to the ground again.
I lay on the ground and shook my head, trying to clear my head, but I didn't have the strength to get up.
Fang Rou placed the herbal medicine on the square table beside her and then helped me up from the ground in a rather irritable manner.
"Look at you, you've ruined your body for this silly boy. You haven't even recovered your energy yet, and you're already in a hurry to let so many insects lure you into the dream world. Now look what's happened, your soul has cracked, and your body has fallen into a coma."
As soon as she finished speaking, Fang Rou pointed to the medicine on the magic table, which had already appeared in her hand and was handed to my lips: "If you don't drink this medicine, your soul will go straight to the King of Hell and you can forget about ever seeing your Zhou Lang again."
Hearing her say that, I obediently picked up the bowl of medicine from her hand and drank it all in one gulp. After finishing, I couldn't wait to try to stand up again.
Unfortunately, at that moment, I had no sense of gravity to keep me standing.
But at this moment, no one can understand my longing and heartache for Zhou Lang over the past thousands of years, and my eagerness to see him.
My eyes were brimming with tears, and my voice was pleading: "Sister Rou, take me to see Zhou Lang..."
After I obediently drank the medicine, Fang Rou raised an eyebrow and asked, "What did you call me?"
"Sister Rou...take me to see Zhou Lang..." I pleaded softly again, lying on the ground.
Fang Rou pinched my cheek without any politeness and said with a doting look, "Even after all this, your little mouth is still so sweet."
With her help, I staggered into the courtyard.
From afar, I could see that the three of them—the drunkard uncle, Zhou Lang in white, and Zhu Silang in black cloak—were sitting cross-legged in the courtyard.
"These remnant souls of dream beings in the dream world suffer varying degrees of physical pain from ice, fire, thunder, and lightning at noon because they are missing parts of their souls."
Several fragmented souls transferring spiritual energy together can compensate for each other's missing souls, bringing the pain of being devoured. Your Zhou Lang has just merged with that brat Ran Mo's soul and is still in a fusion coma. Do not go forward. If you make the slightest mistake, your soul will be scattered again." Fang Rou explained to me.
Only then did I realize that the faces of the three of them were indeed sometimes frozen like ice and snow, sometimes burning like fire, and sometimes trembling with pain as if electrocuted.
Seeing this made me extremely anxious and worried: "Is there really nothing we can do to help them?"
Fang Rou shook her head helplessly: "All the dream spirits in the dream world are like this at this moment. No one can help them unless a few souls with strong spiritual power can get rid of these pains."
"How long will they have to endure this before it stops?"
I had barely finished asking when I heard the uncle groan, clutch his chest, and stagger to his feet.
Seeing this, Fang Rou disregarded my safety and abandoned me, rushing forward to help the uncle.
Fortunately, I managed to grab onto a pillar of a pavilion to avoid falling, while Zhou Lang and Zhu Silang fell backward with their eyes closed and heads bowed.
"Zhou Lang!" I wanted to step forward and help them up, but I felt as if I were frozen in place and couldn't move my legs no matter what I did.
It turns out that Fang Rou had cast a soul-fixing spell on me.
"You little devil, they're the ones who drained my spiritual energy the most, and instead of caring about me, you're thinking of other women and forgetting your family. Girls really are hard to keep at home once they grow up..."
The drunkard uncle was helped by Fang Rou and swayed to my side, pretending to look very sad.
I looked at the uncle with a resentful and aggrieved expression, tears streaming down my face...
Finally, the uncle said helplessly to Fang Rou, "There's nothing I can do, this girl takes after me, she's very protective of her own!"
At my request, they escorted Zhou Lang and Zhu Silang back to their beds in their rooms.
"Little devil, you need to rest in bed too. Why don't the three of you sleep in a row together?" the uncle tried to persuade me with concern.
As if I hadn't heard a word, I stubbornly lay by the bedside, holding Zhou Lang's hand tightly with one hand and tenderly stroking his pale face with the other.
Just as the uncle was about to offer me some advice, Fang Rou wisely pulled him away, saying, "They haven't seen each other for hundreds of years. Let them be alone for a while. Don't meddle in other people's business."
"What do you mean I'm meddling? I'm his uncle. She's a little flower bud I watched grow up. How am I someone else? Can't I even care about her?" Before the uncle could finish his rambling, Fang Rou pulled him out of the room and closed the door behind him.
After Fang Rou took the uncle out, I felt that the world had finally quieted down.
As I tidied Zhou Lang's hair, gazing at his serene face, I murmured softly, "Zhou Lang, you big fool! I just casually uttered a sentence, and you actually waited for me in that place like a fool until now. How can I live with myself now?"
At this moment, Zhu Silang, who was sleeping next to me, suddenly opened his eyes as if he had heard my voice. His dark eyes stared at me fiercely, as if he wanted to devour me alive.
He struggled to stand up, but the more he struggled, the more a rope binding his body appeared, flickering with the force of his struggle.
Seeing that struggling to get up was hopeless, he lowered his eyes and closed them in silence for a long time before suddenly opening them again. His Soul-Slaying Sword suddenly burst through the door from outside, its cold light flashing as it flew directly towards me.
I watched as the sword was about to plunge straight into my chest again.
A large hand, however, firmly grasped the sword in mid-air and intercepted it.
I turned around in astonishment to see Zhou Lang already half-sitting up, his face pale and his eyes fixed on the long sword in his hand. Then he quickly uttered a single word: "Retreat!"
The longsword in his hand obediently changed direction and pierced straight into the wall of the house.
"Zhou Lang..." I called out Zhou Lang's name with a trembling voice and some excitement.
However, Zhou Lang's voice, unusually weak, snapped at me in a low growl: "Idiot! Don't you know how to dodge?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes at me and fell asleep again.
Hearing the commotion inside, the uncle and Fang Rou rushed over. Seeing the long sword stuck in the wall, Fang Rou anxiously helped me up: "Ahua, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"
I shook my head at her to indicate that I was fine.
The uncle, however, jumped onto the bed with a sullen face and began kicking Zhu Silang viciously: "Even when I tied you up with the Soul-Locking Rope, you still wouldn't behave. I'll teach you to behave, teach you to behave!"
But Zhu Silang remained silent, continuing to stare at me with a fierce gaze.
"Uncle, stop! Don't kill him!" I said, feeling a pang of sympathy.
The middle-aged man, however, continued to kick him hard in the buttocks, saying, "You cold-blooded bastard, he almost killed you, little devil!"
"He's just a soul filled with hatred, devoid of any emotion. Not a single one of Zhou Lang's souls can be missing! Stop!" I shouted, but it was no use.
Finally, Fang Rou gave the order: "Jiuqian, get down!"
The uncle then obediently stopped beating Zhu Silang, and finally kicked him one last time before jumping off the bed in a huff.
"Aren't you caring too much about this girl? Almost more than about me?" Fang Rou said, feigning anger with a stern face.
The uncle then grinned at Fang Rou, who was still frowning, and said, "What nonsense! I'll teach this brat a lesson. How dare he bully my little devil?"
"Uncle, do you think that after Zhou Lang and Ran Mo's souls combine, he will become Ran Mo or the original Zhou Lang?" I frowned and looked at the person lying on the bed, asking the uncle with some concern.
"He's nobody, he's that arrogant and unruly Wen Heng..." The uncle said angrily, whether he was too lazy to reply or still had pent-up anger.
Fang Rou rolled her eyes at him, which made him sit down on a stool at the table in a huff. He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp.
Fang Rou also began to comfort me: "Ahua, your uncle and I saw your past with Zhou Lang, Ranmo and Zhu Silang in the dream world, and we can understand how you feel now. But for your own good, there are some things your uncle can't say and can only sulk. I'll speak for him. Whether it's Zhou Lang, Ranmo or Zhu Silang, you have to understand that they are all just parts of Wen Heng's divine consciousness and soul. Once they merge, he can only be Wen Heng!"
"I heard that this God Wenheng has spent his life practicing asceticism and cultivation, enduring ten thousand years of vicissitudes and tribulations that ordinary people cannot bear, all for the chance to ascend to the position of a celestial god."
Such a person possesses extraordinary composure, calmness, and arrogance. In his eyes, matters of love and romance are merely fleeting and insignificant, stumbling blocks preventing his ascension to godhood. Do not become obsessed with him and torment and ruin yourself.”
"I know... I know everything..." I stared intently at Zhou Lang, still clinging to a sliver of hope.
"No matter who he is, in my heart he is my Zhou Yu..."
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