"But all I want to do is talk about love with you." Luo Bai straightened his clothes and appearance, and once again became gentle and refined, but his behavior was like that of a rogue.
Ayao was angered by him.
As she turned to leave, Luo Bai called out to her, "Don't you want to defeat Lou Munan anymore?"
Ayao turned to look at him and saw that he looked much more serious now. She said, "Are you willing to talk to me seriously now?"
“I’ve always been serious about everything you do, but you’ve been twisting my meaning,” Luo Bai said.
Ayao stood opposite him, looking at him sharply: "Are you and Jingxin Wuchen... are you separate clones?"
Luo Bai picked up the teacup, only to find it had gone cold, so he put it down again: "It wasn't at first, but it is now."
“Isn’t Jingxin Wuchen a Celestial? Why are you a Dragon?” Ayao asked.
"Xu Fengzhi has reincarnated many times, and each time he was reincarnated into a different race." Luo Bai seemed to be talking about something unrelated.
Hearing him say this, Ayao understood. She said, "So, you were reincarnated too. After you were split apart, you, like Xu Fengzhi, went through reincarnation. You were reincarnated as a dragon."
Luo Bai nodded.
"When did you reincarnate as a dragon?" Ayao asked.
Luo Bai said, "That happened a very, very long time ago."
Ayao felt that the "long ago" he was talking about must have been at least hundreds of millions of years ago, or even more. She was now certain that he was the one playing the roles of his father, his grandfather, and his ancestors for eighteen generations.
"What about Mirror Heart Without Dust?" Ayao asked.
“Do you want to see him? He wants to see you too,” Luo Bai said.
Ayao watched him stand up and walk outside, and followed him. Together they passed through palace after palace. Seeing the desolate surroundings, Ayao asked, "Why did you put all the dragons into slumber? And what about your other avatars? Tianyin? Wushuang? Yuji?"
“I’ve taken them,” Luo Bai said, as if he were commenting on how nice the weather was today.
Looking at his profile, Ayao suddenly asked, "You took them back? Aren't you afraid of being taken back yourself?"
If he didn't have an independent personality, then whether he was recycled or not probably wouldn't make much difference. But now that he has told her that he is a clone with an independent personality, doesn't he have any other thoughts?
“Recycling is just returning to the original state, it makes no difference to me,” Luo Bai said.
Ayao looked at him, wondering if what he said was believable.
Suddenly, Luo Bai stopped in his tracks. Petals fell like rain. His gaze was clear as he looked at her, the emotion in his eyes indescribable. He placed his hands on her shoulders and asked her:
"If one day I'm recycled and you never see me again, will you be sad and heartbroken?"
Ayao looked up into his eyes, opened her mouth, but didn't know how to answer. What if one day she could never see Luo Bai again? She hadn't thought about such a thing, but just imagining it made her feel a pang of pain in her heart. If he were gone, she would be heartbroken.
She nodded.
Luo Bai looked at her and chuckled softly.
"At least you have some conscience," Luo Bai said. After he finished speaking, a silver light flashed behind him, and a Celestial Race totem appeared. Then, the totem evolved into a huge door. After the door opened, it led to a strange place.
Ayao looked at Luo Bai, her gaze seemingly saying: You could have opened the passage directly in the main hall, right? Why did you go through all this trouble?
Luo Bai gestured an invitation.
Ayao glanced at him, becoming extremely wary, and flew towards the silver gate. Luo Bai did not follow behind her.
After entering, A Yao discovered that it was a huge palace floating in the clouds. The palace was snow-white, and its architecture was in the same style as the Celestial Palace that she had seen in the memories of the Lord of the Black Nest.
The palace features a jade-white floor and white pillars carved with floral and plant motifs, accented with gold and blue tones. Snow-white gauze flutters in the breeze. The palace also contains numerous ponds planted with lotus flowers of various colors.
After A Yao came in, she realized that Luo Bai hadn't followed her in.
She gazed at the silent palace, releasing her divine sense to see a man standing by a lotus pond. He was dressed in white, his long silver hair cascading down his back, the breeze causing his robes to flutter. Ayao flew towards him, landing a few steps away and watching his retreating figure.
He already knew about her, and slowly turned around.
His face was different from Luo Bai's, but equally perfect, giving off the same gentle and refined feeling. Although equally gentle, he possessed a chilling sense of oppression; his aura was noticeably stronger than Luo Bai's, on par with Lou Munan's.
He had heterochromatic eyes, and when those peculiar, jewel-like pupils looked at her, they held an intense, burning passion, a passion that had endured for countless millennia. He walked towards A Yao, stood before her, reached out and stroked her cheek, and said gently:
“A-Tang…”
He reached out to hug A Yao, but A Yao slapped his hand away, her gaze cold: "I am not your A Tang, I am Feng Yao."
Ayao dislikes being seen as someone else's substitute. Even though she admires Yan Tang, she doesn't want others to see her as Yan Tang. Even if she is Yan Tang's reincarnation, she is no longer Yan Tang; she is Feng Yao, and in this life, she is Feng Yao.
“No, you are A-Tang.” Jingxin Wuchen reached out and hugged A-Yao.
The moment Ah Yao was embraced by him, many memories flashed through her mind:
She saw Yan Tang and him drinking in a grove full of cherry blossoms; she saw them chasing each other and playing in the colorful Jade Pool; she saw him by Yan Tang's side when she cried after being hurt by Lou Munan; she saw Yan Tang and him kissing under the stars; she saw them making love in the bath; she saw Yan Tang in her red wedding dress nestled in his arms; she saw Yan Tang sitting in front of the dressing mirror, and him smiling as he picked up a comb to do her hair...
Countless memories suddenly flooded in, making Ayao momentarily unable to distinguish who she really was.
"A-Tang, A-Tang, A-Tang..."
The man holding her called out her name and gently kissed her lips.
"Ah Tang, you are my Ah Tang, Ah Tang, Ah Tang..."
The man held her and his kisses became rough.
Ayao was dizzy from his kiss. One moment she felt like Yan Tang, and the next she felt like Feng Yao. The man kissing her was sometimes Jing Xin Wuchen, and sometimes Luo Bai. She even saw Nangong Qi in her mind. Her mind was in complete chaos.
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