Yan Jiu hadn't expected Heaven to play a trick on her at the last minute. The good news was that Zhong Heng was still alive, but the bad news was that she would never see him again. She wanted to object, but Heaven quickly avoided Yan Jiu's gaze, touched the system, and then disappeared with a smile.
System: [Can He see me? Why is He touching me? Ahhh, host, I'm dirty!]
Yan Jiu had no interest in dealing with the system.
She knew that the moon has its phases and people experience joys and sorrows, but she couldn't accept it in a short time.
Yan Jiu sat dejectedly beside the coffin.
As she took her third sigh, an invisible hand landed on the top of her head and ruffled it.
Yan Jiu suddenly looked up, sensing something.
The faint fragrance of clivia, with its warm aftertaste, instantly dispelled Yan Jiu's frustration.
The fragrance dissipated with the wind.
Knowing that her master was always there, Yan Jiu sighed. Perhaps, for her master, this was the best outcome.
System: [From now on, will no one be able to stop the host from completing tasks?]
Yan Jiu nodded gently.
As the system roared, Yan Jiu's gaze fell upon the black wooden coffin beside him.
Once the nine magical artifacts cease operation.
The black wooden coffin was reopened.
Lang Zongyi, who was completely naked, sat up from the middle.
Yan Jiu's eyes widened.
What kind of perk is this?!
Lang Zongyi awkwardly shook hands, his body no longer feeling the lightness of his soul.
Just as he was about to express his opinion, he noticed Yan Jiu staring intently at him.
Lang Zongyi then realized his situation and tightly covered Yan Jiu's eyes.
Yan Jiu said unhappily, "You're being too polite!"
Lang Zongyi: "..."
We still need to be a little distant now.
Not long after.
Lang Zongyi dressed and walked out of the bathroom, while Yan Jiu lay peacefully in the coffin to experience it.
While experiencing the coffin, Yan Jiu asked curiously, "Wu Jiu put Tu Lanyi's remains in the coffin, so who are you, who are you, reborn from those remains?"
Lang Zongyi's face did not bear Tulanyi's scars; he was still the same young man in his twenties.
Lang Zongyi approached and said, "I am still me."
Yan Jiu believed it without a doubt. She sat in the coffin and stretched out her hands to the person: "Hmm, give me a kiss."
Lang Zongyi: "..."
Has the soul not yet adapted to the body?
Why did he hear such strange things?
Lang Zongyi shook his head, holding his head, looking as if he thought, "Oh no, I'm hallucinating."
Yan Jiu sternly patted the edge of the coffin: "Do you intend to go against the woman's wishes?"
Lang Zongyi: "..."
Is this how "women's wishes" is used?
He was having trouble keeping up with Yan Jiu's pace.
Lang Zongyi still remembered what Yan Jiu had told him not long ago: the Heavenly Dao had conceded defeat and dissipated, and his master had taken over.
It hasn't been that long.
Yan Jiu's thinking is a bit too jumpy.
wrong.
What should surprise him is Yan Jiu's enthusiasm.
Lang Zongyi's eyes held just the right amount of confusion: "Do you know what you're saying?"
Yan Jiu, who was touching Lang Zongyi's hand, stopped and realized the inappropriateness of his lewd behavior: "Oh no, did I forget to tell my senior brother that I like him?"
Lang Zongyi was completely stunned when he was hit by the big straight ball.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he remained motionless for a long, long time, his eyes swirling with a multitude of emotions, his nerves teetering between impulse and restraint.
The arrow named "Soft" hit the bullseye, making Lang Zongyi feel as if he were walking on clouds.
He desperately wanted to know if he was hallucinating.
Yan Jiu lay beside the coffin, completely oblivious to whether it was inappropriate to confess her feelings next to it: "I like you. Considering how familiar we are, please give me a chance to pursue you."
In that instant, his heart, which he had regained, seemed to stop beating, and he was met with a tinnitus-like silence.
The feelings that had been hidden for so long could no longer be contained and burst forth like an erupting volcano.
A tingling sensation shot up from the soles of my feet.
Lang Zongyi closed his eyes and calmed himself for a long time before slowly kneeling on one knee in front of Yan Jiu and shaking his head.
Yan Jiu saw the person in front of her shake their head: "To reject me, you're willing to kneel down and beg for mercy?"
A sense of oppression enveloped Yan Jiu.
It gave her a strange, bitter feeling, like she had just gulped down three liters of chocolate coffee, making it impossible for her to smile.
Rejected, Yan Jiu gritted her teeth and decided to try again and again, determined to warm the stone.
Before Yan Jiu could feign relief, her gloom was lifted up by a pair of large hands, followed by a warm and reliable embrace.
Lang Zongyi carefully cupped Yan Jiu's face and pressed his forehead against hers: "I don't need to chase after her."
Yan Jiu hesitated, then said, "Given our relationship, you won't even give me a chance to pursue you. That's just too much..."
When Lang Zongyi saw that Yan Jiu had misunderstood him again, he frowned, unsure of how to explain himself.
As Yan Jiu muttered, Lang Zongyi lowered his eyes and silenced her incessant chatter.
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the next day.
Chu Chu, hands on her hips, accused, "What do you mean you only had time to calm down and talk properly yesterday? Humph, that's no excuse for you two dating behind our backs!"
He didn't even have a chance to help his older sister pursue someone, and before he knew it, the two of them had secretly gotten together.
That's excessive.
How could he be missing from this joy?
Chu's mother tugged at her son, her eyes conveying the sentiment of "how can a person come back to life?" But clearly, Chu Chu's mind was only filled with the excitement of joining in the fun and the frustration of not being able to.
Chu's father looked at Lang Zongyi, who was sitting upright, and waved to him: "Let's go to the study to talk, you and I."
After the two left.
Chu Chu's accusations intensified: "Don't you guys feel like there's less fun when I'm not around? Sis, your adorable little brother is injured, don't you feel guilty?"
Yan Jiu rested her chin on her hand and teased Chu Nian: "Niannian, do you think your sister should feel guilty?"
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