When asked the crucial question, the Dream Demon God vanished like a ghost.
This matter is of great importance, and I cannot easily believe the slander of a devil of unknown origin.
In the dead of night, the cold wind howled.
I found an opportunity to sneak into the backyard and peek at Wen Heng from the roof. When I saw Wen Heng, who looked like a pretty boy, sitting seriously on the bed meditating.
With such a well-behaved and handsome appearance, I was so captivated by him that I forgot to look away.
The person sitting upright on the bed calmly raised his hand and flicked his finger, an invisible force shattering the roof tiles in front of me, making my eyes hurt from the shock.
I covered my aching eyes, lost my balance, and fell directly from the roof into the yard.
I blinked my tear-filled eyes at Wen Heng with an extremely aggrieved expression, trying to evoke some pity in him, but to my surprise, he stood in front of me with his hands behind his back, looking aloof.
After staring at me with a suspicious look for a long time, he pointed at my forehead with his fingertip.
My body was completely paralyzed. I stared in astonishment at the cold-faced man before me, who parted his lips slightly and said, "What kind of demon are you? Why do you keep possessing Miss Ye again and again? No matter what I do, I can't get rid of you?"
So dedicated? Still acting, but acting doesn't require sealing me off, does it?
To everyone's surprise, he continued seriously, "Or perhaps you have some unfulfilled wish? Considering that you have never hurt anyone, I will do my best to help you fulfill it, as long as it is within my power. But once it is, you must leave Miss Ye's body!"
Faced with his dedication, I couldn't be outdone, so I smiled and said, "Help me finish it? You said it!"
From then on, I would find all sorts of excuses to go with him to admire flowers and play games, and ask him to play music for me every day.
However, because I got too close to the young Taoist priest Wen Heng, my father, the prime minister, was unhappy and actually arranged for me to marry a young master from a noble family.
However, I didn't take it seriously, since the wedding was scheduled for six months from now, which had nothing to do with me.
And even more brazenly, I invited Wen Heng to my boudoir late at night for a chat, just to see how long Wen Heng would keep up the act.
He reluctantly agreed to the first few of my unreasonable demands, but that night, his face turned grim, and he stood solemnly outside my door, asking, "Is this also your last wish?"
I chuckled to myself, but said in a serious tone, "Yes, to enjoy flowers and play games with a handsome man, to watch him play music for me, to listen to him lull me to sleep, and to consummate our marriage with him... these are all my last wishes. Didn't you say you would help me fulfill them? If you help me fulfill them, I will leave Miss Ye's body!"
"So be it if the young lady is so shameless, but the Prime Minister's residence has already arranged a marriage for Miss Ye since childhood. Do you intend to ruin her reputation? I'm afraid I cannot grant your wish!" With that, he turned and stormed off with a dark expression...
But I shamelessly rushed out the door, blocked his way, and reached out to lift his chin, teasing him: "In ancient times, men could have three wives and four concubines, so why can't women have three husbands and four wives?"
After saying this, I felt that the words sounded familiar. It turned out that I had heard them from Ye Chen's lackey. However, I did think that the words made a lot of sense.
He thought these words would make Wen Heng a little jealous, but what's wrong with this kid? He's still so stubborn and rigid. He can't see any of Wen Heng's emotions at all.
After I said those words, Wen Heng finally couldn't bear it any longer. He actually raised his finger and pointed it at my forehead, and then everything went black before my eyes and I lost consciousness.
When I woke up again, I found myself back in that vast, white chaos.
Wen Heng, however, lay quietly and straight not far away, his eyes lowered and closed.
"Wen Heng!" I rushed forward to check on Wen Heng, only to find that there was an invisible barrier between us. As soon as I got close, an invisible force bounced me away. No matter how much I shouted, Wen Heng lay there quietly without moving.
"What on earth happened? He was just standing right in front of me a moment ago. How did he end up lying here?" Unable to get close to him and unsure of what had happened to Wen Heng, I started to get anxious.
"Naturally, it's because the current Wen Heng was mistaken for a demon by his past self ten thousand years ago, and his soul and yours were sealed here together. After all, you only traveled back in a dream, so your spiritual power is naturally no match for the host's!"
Just then, the calm and unhurried voice of the Dream Demon God came from above my head again.
"You mean Wen Heng from ten thousand years ago discovered the existence of Wen Heng from ten thousand years later? And sealed his soul and mine here together? No wonder that Wen Heng was so rigid and unromantic... So he was the real Wen Heng from ten thousand years ago!"
Wen Hengding never expected that, despite all his calculations, he would end up outsmarting himself...
"Girl, you are clever. Now, your soul and Wen Heng's soul are both sealed here, while the real Ye Ling'er outside has already begun to change the course of history by taking advantage of your being sealed by this boy. Once the change is successful, then your and Wen Heng's current consciousness will be devoured by their original owners, and you and he will be sleeping in this dream for a long time. History will be rewritten, and even everything that happened between you and Wen Heng will become nothingness."
"If I successfully rewrite history, wouldn't I be spared the loss of my spiritual power to Wen Heng, and wouldn't I be spared the divine punishment for being bewitched by Ye Ling'er into using forbidden techniques?" I suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"No one can reverse the course of history or forcibly change it. In the end, Ye Ling'er will only be deceiving herself and living in this illusory dream. But a dream is still a dream. When you wake up, it will be the time when all of you will be annihilated."
This Ye Ling'er, for the sake of a dream of being with Wen Heng forever, is actually willing to sacrifice everyone?
Is this a dream or something from ten thousand years ago? I'm confused by the words of this dream demon!
"Truth and falsehood, both real and fake, you'll know in time," he said casually.
"What should I do now?" Looking at Wen Heng lying quietly in front of me, whom I couldn't approach, and thinking that if Ye Ling'er changed the course of history, both Wen Heng and I would disappear into nothingness, I started to panic.
As soon as the question was asked, the damned Dream Demon God fell silent again.
I could only faintly hear that Ye Ling'er's body had been taken back under the control of Ye Ling'er's soul because of my sealing by Wen Heng.
They could even sense that Ye Ling'er had begun plotting to reverse the tide and change history.
She broke off the engagement and began to learn how to get closer to Wen Heng, eventually finding an opportunity to confess her feelings to him.
Indeed, everything is unfolding in accordance with the trajectory of history.
"If you don't want to sit and wait for death, you can only be completely devoured by my magic power, and kill Wen Heng's master and fellow disciples according to the historical trajectory, so that Wen Heng can kill you... How about I take you and Wen Heng away from this formation?" At this moment, the voice of the Dream Demon God came from above my head again.
"Don't try to bewitch me, or I'll die! I don't want to die yet!" I said unwillingly.
"Don't worry, your sweetheart seems to have known all along that you would suffer another soul-severing sword strike, which is why he transferred all his spiritual power to you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been sealed here so easily, unconscious. So—you won't die! But if you don't complete the mission according to the course of history, then you and he will still die here..."
"Wen Heng transferred his spiritual power to me for my sake, not so that I could devour Ye Ling'er's spiritual consciousness to break the formation?" I asked in astonishment.
"Don't forget he's a supreme god. No formation can escape his discerning eyes. When he entered this formation, he remembered that the person he fell in love with ten thousand years ago was you, and the person he personally killed was also you. He also knew that all the history that has happened is irreversible and cannot be changed! That's why he tricked you into accepting his spiritual power..."
The person he fell in love with ten thousand years ago was me?
I was even more shocked...
"That's right... Is there such a thing as a law of cause and effect between past and present lives? The consequences of your past life are the result of your coming into my formation in this life. Therefore, this formation was not set up for Wen Heng, but for you, so that you could help me follow the course of history..."
"So Wen Heng also knew that I killed his master and fellow disciples, not Ye Ling'er?" I felt a chill run down my spine... and even more disbelief.
"Perhaps he knows..."
"Impossible...impossible...you're trying to bewitch me again! It's just a dream..." I covered my head, feeling a bit of a headache.
"The choice is yours: kill his master and fellow disciples, or save your beloved..."
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