Wen Heng, who looked like Zhou Yu, clutched his heart, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, and his face contorted in pain.
I sat up in shock, listening to Zhou Lang's painful cries for help. I couldn't help but reach out to touch the spreading bluish-black veins, but I didn't know what to do: "What should I do? What should I do?"
"Cultivate spirituality with me! Otherwise, your soul within my immortal body will be sealed, and you will never see Zhou Lang again!" At this moment, the tone of the High God Wenheng appeared again, pressing him relentlessly.
"Ah Hua, save me!" Zhou Lang's clumsy and slow voice appeared again, filled with pain.
"Kiss me!" The God Wenheng's commanding tone resounded once again.
"......"
A pitiful, pleading voice like Zhou Lang's, and a repulsive, commanding voice like Wen Heng's, constantly switched roles on the same face.
No matter who they are, even if they are the same person, the only thing on my mind is that I cannot let Zhou Lang disappear.
"Ah Hua..." Zhou Lang called out to me weakly. My heart was stirred. I looked at him with heartache as the veins on his body bulged and the pain spread. I finally couldn't help but tilt my head up and press my lips to his bloodless lips.
At that moment, Wen Heng's cold and resolute gaze collided with my heart-wrenching expression. In that instant, a hint of tenderness unexpectedly appeared in his resolute gaze, making me feel as if he were a combination of Wen Heng and Zhou Lang, leaving me unable to distinguish between them. Almost simultaneously, our lips met.
"Hmm..."
His domineering manner, tinged with a hint of bloodthirsty beast-like aggression, invaded my lips and teeth.
While my mind was blank and I was caught off guard by this domineering kiss, he loosened my clothes and belt, and his cool, broad hands slipped inside my clothes and began to roam over my skin.
I had no idea when his clothes had all been removed and were now seamlessly attached to my body.
A sharp pain shot through me, and I couldn't help but burst into tears and sob.
He paused.
With a furrowed brow and slightly narrowed pupils, she stared at the tear clinging to the corner of my eye. Seemingly subconsciously, she lowered her head, gently touched the tear with her warm lips, and whispered, "I'm sorry!"
Through my teary eyes, I gazed at the dark blue veins on his body, which had ceased their bulging and spreading. So, intimacy with him could increase spiritual power; no wonder Zhou Lang seemed to gradually awaken whenever we were intimate.
His body was covered in glistening beads of sweat, which shimmered like starlight under the moonlight, sparking my imagination.
I turned my head away shyly, not daring to look any further.
Wen Heng seemed to relax as well, his lips tracing patterns on every inch of my skin. The warm breath from his nose made me tense, and I couldn't help but grab his hand, our hands intertwining to ease my pounding, anxious heart.
A tingling shiver ran through me, making me feel disoriented, as if I were in a dreamlike world. In my daze, I glimpsed the edges of Wen Heng's meridians gradually spreading into streaks of golden light, engulfing and swallowing the terrifying bluish-black color. Perhaps the powerful spiritual energy sealed in the last moment had been released.
Under the bright moon, a gentle breeze was blowing, and the night was quiet. Wen Heng and I fell into a deep sleep, our bodies limp and weak.
The next morning, I was awakened by a clear bird song, and when I opened my eyes, the sky in the distance was beginning to lighten.
Wen Heng was probably too exhausted after breaking the seal. In the end, he simply collapsed onto me and fell asleep amidst that dazzling golden light.
I looked down at the person still fast asleep on my body and couldn't help but sigh, "Not only did I hastily marry this guy, but I also gave myself to him so easily. In the end, he still got the upper hand."
I poked his face, but he didn't react. Then I pinched his nose, and he struggled to open his eyes slowly. His eyes revealed the simple and pure gaze of Zhou Lang.
"Ahua?"
"Zhou Lang?" I was overjoyed.
Zhou Lang blinked, rolled his eyes, and glanced down at me, who was naked beneath him. He reached out and picked up a garment from the side, draping it over me. "Ah Hua, why aren't you dressed? Where are we?"
I sighed and rubbed my forehead: "So you've forgotten what happened last night? Did your divine consciousness exhaust its energy to break the seal and then dissipate?"
Zhou Lang, looking completely oblivious, rolled off me and sat up, his strong and muscular body now fully exposed before me. Yet, the absurd and romantic things we did together last night kept replaying in my mind.
I sat up, clutching my chest, and threw my clothes at Zhou Lang irritably: "Put these clothes on!"
As always, Zhou Lang obediently said "Oh," picked up his clothes, and silently put them on.
I quickly put on my clothes, thinking it best to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible. I really didn't want to see that damned god who did his job and then just walked away.
"Ahua, why are you covered in blood? Where are you injured?" Zhou Lang frowned and looked at the area under my clothes, anxiously searching my body for any injuries. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found no wounds.
I looked down and saw bright red petals, like flowers, prominently imprinted on the hem of my skirt.
I felt a wave of embarrassment and my face burned. I quickly rolled up the fallen blood.
"It's nothing, I just accidentally brushed against it. Let's go."
I looked around and saw a winding path leading down to the left of the cave entrance, facing the sun. I just wanted to leave as soon as possible and didn't want to stay here any longer.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I took a step, I hissed and felt a sharp pain in my lower body that made me unable to move.
She cursed Wen Heng in her heart, that madman, for his utter lack of chivalry! He's made it impossible for her to walk.
"Ahua, what's wrong?" Zhou Lang helped me up.
After what happened last night, Zhou Lang's speech became even more fluent. If it weren't for the difference in his eyes and the tone of his voice, I would have thought it was Wen Heng talking to me. Sure enough, as long as I am intimate with him, his spiritual power will increase and he will gradually become enlightened.
I instinctively moved away from him, saying, "It's nothing."
I moved slowly, step by step, with my body tilted to the side.
"Ahua, you must be injured. Zhou Lang will carry you!" Zhou Lang squatted down in front of me, indicating that he would carry me.
His unintentional actions always warm my heart, making me let down my guard and feel completely at ease.
I obediently leaned onto his broad shoulders, and he stood up and carried me on his back.
I pointed in the direction down the mountain: "This way." He obediently walked in the direction I pointed.
With steady steps, Zhou Lang carefully and cautiously made his way down the winding path towards the rising sun.
After descending the mountain, a road connecting to the foot of the mountain is a small path leading to Xishan Village. Wenheng and I often pass through this place on our way to town, so I wasn't worried that he would get lost.
Feeling the warmth of his undulating back, she couldn't help but bury her head in his shoulder and drift off to sleep peacefully.
Soon Wenheng carried me back to our thatched cottage home.
Mr. Yuan was pacing back and forth in the courtyard. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wen Heng and me return unharmed: "That was terrifying! What happened to Zhou Lang?"
I could only come up with this explanation: "He mistook a figure on the mountain for me and thought I was in danger, which is why he climbed the mountain without regard for his own safety."
Mr. Yuan was clearly somewhat suspicious, but he also knew that Zhou Lang's mind had never been clear. Seeing that we had returned safely, he didn't ask too many questions, but just muttered, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."
I wanted to invite Mr. Yuan to have lunch here, but he said he hadn't rested all night and wanted to go back to rest, so he didn't stay any longer. He left me and Zhou Lang saying to rest at home for a few days before going to the pharmacy, and then he left.
Watching his solitary figure disappear into the distance, I suddenly felt that Mr. Yuan's naturally comical roundness had become somewhat thin, and I vaguely felt a sense of loneliness and desolation.
"Ahua, have some water." Zhou Lang, as if it were commonplace, handed me a cup of tea, pulling me back to reality.
"Oh." I obediently took the teacup like a child being taken care of.
"Ahua, what would you like to eat? Zhou Lang will make it."
"Go roast some sweet potatoes, the simpler the better." I finished my teacup in one gulp and casually put it back in Zhou Lang's hand, and he naturally took the cup from me.
"Okay, Ah Hua, you rest for a bit, I'll be right there," Zhou Lang replied cheerfully.
The sun was high in the sky, and I was lying on the armchair in the courtyard, basking in the sun. But the absurd things I had done with Wen Heng last night kept replaying in my mind. It all felt unreal, but the striking bloodstain on my skirt reminded me that what had happened last night was indeed real.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment again, so she quickly rolled up the stained area on her skirt and ran inside to change her clothes before she felt a little better.
At this moment, Wen Heng had already placed the roasted sweet potatoes on the stone table in the courtyard.
After eating and drinking my fill, I lay back down on the armchair and continued to bask in the sun. Zhou Lang, on the other hand, conscientiously took out a wooden basin in the courtyard, fetched water, and sat in front of the basin to carefully wash the clothes I had changed out of, which were stained with the blood.
I squinted at the person in front of me who was diligently washing clothes, and thought to myself in a daze, "How can the same person be so different?" The seal in his body has been broken, and I wonder if his consciousness will ever return.
I quickly shook my head. It's best not to come back yet. Isn't a well-behaved, obedient, and warm-hearted boy like Zhou Lang good enough? Why make things difficult for him?
No, that's not right. How did I become someone who's so attached to worldly love that I've abandoned the path of cultivation?
I found myself just like that mountain god uncle, so pathetic, caught in a dilemma between cultivating immortality and romantic love.
I called out, "Zhou Lang, come here."
Zhou Lang, who was diligently washing clothes, heard me call him. He stood up, wiped his wet hands on his clothes, and walked up to me with burning eyes: "Ahua, are you thirsty or hungry?"
Hearing his concerned greeting, the words I was about to say were choked back by his sincerity, and I even forgot what I wanted to say to him.
I smacked my lips and said, "It's nothing, you rest for a while, I'll wash it." I had just rolled up my sleeves and stood up when Zhou Lang pressed me back down. "Ah Hua is injured, you should rest properly, let Zhou Lang do it."
No one has ever been so kind to me. I was so moved by Zhou Lang's thoughtfulness that I couldn't stop crying. It's making it harder and harder for me to let him go.
"Alas, just as the book says, 'love is hard to control,' love is hard to control!" I sighed helplessly as I lay on the armchair.
The weather has been unpredictable lately. During the day, the sun is shining brightly, but as soon as it sets, dark clouds gather on the horizon, accompanied by a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder, and then large raindrops fall from the sky.
Zhou Lang and I hurriedly hid back in the room from the courtyard.
Perhaps Zhou Lang was traumatized by the lightning strike in his subconscious. A thunderclap startled Zhou Lang, who trembled and huddled behind me, covering his head.
No matter how I tried to soothe him, I couldn't calm him down.
Helpless, I had no choice but to let him stay in my bed and we slept together.
Who knew that at midnight, while I was half asleep, I felt someone poking my face. I scratched it and turned over, just as I was falling back asleep, someone poked my face again.
"Zhou Lang, stop fooling around, go to sleep, the lightning and thunder are gone and won't strike you!"
Just as I was about to turn over again, my face was violently pulled up along with my body.
I covered my face, which was stinging from being pulled, and began to get angry: "Zhou Lang, you've got some nerve..."
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Wen Heng sitting in front of me with a commanding posture, his cold and resolute eyes calmly looking at me.
I jumped out of bed in shock: "Wen Heng?" It's like seeing a ghost in the middle of the night, how did he get out again?
"It is indeed I!" He smirked at me disdainfully.
"You...you...you..." For some reason, I felt inexplicably flustered whenever I saw him, and I was so nervous that I couldn't even speak properly.
"What? You can't even speak when you see me?" Wen Heng's gaze suddenly turned cold. He stood up from the bed with his hands behind his back and leaned close to me. With each step he took, I took a step back.
Finally, he plopped down on a stool in front of the table and rhythmically tapped his fingers on the surface, making a "tap-tap" sound.
"I'm thirsty!" He glanced at me without looking at me, then continued tapping the table, like a death knell waiting for me to pour him water.
I reluctantly rolled my eyes at him, but my arm, as if possessed, reached out and picked up the teapot, poured tea into the teacup, and pushed it onto the table in front of him.
To my surprise, the young man didn't pick up the teacup. Instead, he spread his hands out in a haughty manner, as if warning me to place the teacup in his palm.
My brain wouldn't cooperate, so I picked up the teacup with both hands and respectfully placed it in his palm.
He crossed his legs contentedly, picked up his teacup, and drank the tea in one gulp.
"Laugh!" I grinned.
"Cry!" I curled my lips into a sneer.
Ah, I completely forgot that this kid's seal has been broken, and his divine sense can control the spiritual power within his body!
"cry!"
"..."
"laugh"
"..."
However, his spiritual power didn't seem very strong; he could only use these low-level spells, and only for a short time. After that, he stopped obeying my commands.
Once I was finally free, I yelled at him, "You lecherous scoundrel! You bastard!"
To everyone's surprise, the young man picked at his ear with a disdainful look and said with a playful tone, "What? You've been ordering me around quite a bit lately, haven't you?"
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