Chapter 93 My Lord, we used to be Daoist partners.
Hua Deng finally got a good night's sleep and felt refreshed.
She went to the side hall to check, but the man wasn't there. She didn't think much of it; she couldn't really control someone's personal freedom.
When she returned to Duanyun Palace to retrieve her belongings, she passed by a locust tree. After thinking for a moment, she wrote down a strip of cloth.
She used to think this kind of behavior was childish, but for some reason, she found it interesting today.
"I want to find the person from my dreams."
After she finished writing, she hung it up.
He clapped his hands, turned around, and was immediately startled.
A man stood behind her, seemingly watching her for a long time. He had an extremely handsome face, but she had never seen it before.
Although she had never seen it before, it perfectly matched her aesthetic.
Hua Deng: Handsome, who are you?
At this moment, the handsome man spoke up: "Does the cult leader come here often?"
Oh, it's that male ghost named Shen Zhou.
So cunningly, he changed into a beautiful appearance; he really wanted to drain her life force.
Hua Deng, realizing he had grasped the true meaning, beckoned to him with his finger.
He smiled and walked towards her. She pressed him, "Who exactly are you? Why are you seeking revenge on me? What was our relationship before?"
Feeling that this was rather strange, she added, "When I was cultivating ten years ago, I forgot some things, so just tell me what you have to say, and I will judge for myself whether it is true or false."
He didn't seem surprised and said, "We used to be Daoist partners."
Hua Deng secretly used his aura-reading technique and surprisingly determined that he was telling the truth.
"……etc!"
Her mind went blank for a long time before she asked blankly, "So when I was with you... were you a ghost?"
He observed her calmly for a while, and just as she was about to explode, he leisurely replied, "No."
Hua Deng finally breathed a sigh of relief: "So how did you become like this?"
He said, "I was struck by lightning and died while walking."
Hua Deng: "..."
How could she not tell whether what she said was true or false?
If it's true, then her former Daoist partner is really unlucky.
Having seen it all, Hua Jiaozhu accepted the fact that she had an ex-husband with remarkable ease. She even secretly thought, "Thank goodness he's a ghost, so I don't have to take responsibility."
How did we become Daoist partners?
She beckoned to him, gesturing for him to sit down, and made them both a cup of tea.
She was genuinely curious about this question. She couldn't imagine that this arrogant guy would pursue her. Did she really have that much charm?
As for her pursuing him, that's a joke, absolutely impossible.
"Give me money, 100,000 spirit stones a month, and I'll be your Daoist partner. I agree." He took a sip of tea and said casually.
The smiles on their faces froze under the bright lights.
The aura-gazing technique worked; he was telling the truth.
Damn it!
"You mean I fell for you first?" Hua Deng leaned on the table, scrutinizing him suspiciously. "How could that be? What do I like about you?"
"Face."
"..."
There's no way to refute her; she's just that shallow.
Looking at his face, Hua Deng suddenly realized that this was the man from her dreams.
Because I once loved him deeply (his face), even though he is dead and ten years have passed, I still can't forget him.
His willingness to come back for her is enough to prove that he likes her.
In fact, Hua Deng has never cared much about her lost memories. She is happy enough with her life now, so why add to her troubles?
But now, without any warning, she suddenly decided to regain her memories.
"Then tell me what we've done before, and do it again."
That way, maybe I'll be able to remember.
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"What do you mean I do nothing but eat, sleep, and go shopping all day?" Hua Deng said, hands on her hips in dissatisfaction.
As the leader of the cult, she's incredibly busy, isn't she?
To prove this, she deliberately used a communication talisman to summon Jinze in front of Shen Zhou.
Jinze, like an emotionless robot, opened his mouth and began to report: "Master, there were five sects that you had people keeping an eye on before. This morning they sent a letter of surrender, indicating that they are willing to obey your orders."
"...So today?"
"You can rest today."
The streetlights were turned off, and he waved for him to leave.
Weren't those sects supposed to be tough, clamoring to die rather than surrender? How come they've suddenly softened?
Looking at Shen Zhou's eyes again, it was clear that he had expected this, and they were full of "See, you're going to eat, sleep, and go shopping again."
After holding back for a while, Hua Deng pretended nothing had happened and said, "Then you'll have to eat, sleep, and go shopping with me, and see if I can remember anything."
Shen Zhou readily agreed, and judging from his expression, it seemed he had done it countless times before.
Hua Deng was more convinced that he was her former Daoist partner.
She tapped the ring, which transformed into a magical sword. With a wave of her hand, a black rift appeared before her.
She grabbed his wrist and walked in; in just two steps, they arrived in Yangzhou, a city tens of thousands of miles away.
"Isn't it amazing?" She gestured with her chin at him.
Shen Zhou stared at her, seemingly lost in thought, and softly said yes.
In her shattered dreams each night, the streetlights could never clearly see the man's face, his expression. But now, she felt that was exactly what his eyes looked like.
When she rests by the window in his dream, when she strolls through a flower field and skips across puddles after the rain, this is the look he should have in his eyes when he looks at her.
Perhaps they were indeed deeply in love at one time.
He later died.
The moment Hua Deng realized this, her heart felt as if a piece of it had collapsed, and she began to feel a slight, throbbing pain.
He seemed oblivious to her unusual behavior, took her hand in his, and the Lie Tian ring in his palm returned to its ring form, quietly slipping it onto her finger.
The dull pain vanished without a trace. Hua Deng looked down at his fingers, and as if possessed, she didn't shake him off, but instead hesitantly took out something.
His hands were beautiful, long and strong, the kind of hands a swordsman would have.
Hua Deng put an ice-blue ring on his hand. She originally put it on his left middle finger, but it was a little too wide, so she moved it to his ring finger, and it fit perfectly.
"This should be... something I was going to give you before," she said somewhat shyly.
Once, while organizing her Qiankun Ring, she unexpectedly found the ring in the deepest part of the box. She had carefully kept it in a celestial artifact-level box, which required her blood to open.
She couldn't remember where the ring came from, and never expected it would be returned to its rightful owner.
"The ring finger, what does that mean?" After a moment of silence, he asked in a hoarse voice.
Hua Deng felt even more embarrassed, lowered her head, and whispered, "They are a married couple."
He tightened his grip on the ring, then suddenly leaned down and kissed her.
Hua Deng: "...!!"
"You—" She pointed at him, and after a long pause, she could only manage to utter, "Insolence!"
Shen Zhou pulled her hand over and kissed it again.
The streetlights were like fire, and he immediately withdrew his fingers, his ear tips turning red and dripping blood.
She stormed off, saying as she went, "I'm warning you, don't think that just because you were my Daoist partner you can act with impunity. We are different people, and you must listen to me!"
After listening, he took her hand and said casually, "I've always listened to you."
Hua Deng snorted heavily, not believing his nonsense at all.
But that hand didn't push him away after all.
After a day of eating, sleeping, and shopping, two-thirds of the day has been completed, leaving only one item remaining.
Hua Deng stood before the bed in Duan Yun Palace, regretting uttering those two words during the day.
She glanced at Chen Zhou discreetly; he showed absolutely no reaction, his face naturally aloof. Hua Deng felt a little relieved; a breeze blew in through the window, causing the rabbit lantern to sway and flicker, but she didn't notice.
She cleared her throat twice, feigning composure as she asked, "Back when we were Daoist partners, we would..."
Shen Zhou calmly countered, "What do you mean?"
Hua Deng couldn't help but cough again, then casually looked away: "So, we'll sleep together?"
Shen Zhou suddenly chuckled, but the laughter was fleeting. He remained calm and composed, looking at her and saying, "Yes."
Hua Deng's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to continue asking, "And other things too?"
He said, "Sometimes."
"Really?" Hua Deng was skeptical.
He said calmly, "If you want it, I can't stop you."
Hua Deng: "..."
Is she really that kind of person?!
However, judging from his cultivation level, he is only a Golden Core cultivator and probably cannot resist.
Hua Deng said sadly, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you tonight... no, I won't do anything to you in the future."
Shen Zhou nodded, his smile enigmatic: "Really? That's wonderful."
Hua Deng climbed into the bed, thoughtfully making room for him, and patted the bed, saying, "Don't be afraid, this is fine."
Shen Zhou then revealed that expression as if he was struggling to suppress a laugh, and sat down, saying, "Yes, I believe you... Master."
Hua Deng always felt an inexplicable sense of comfort when she was with him. For example, she used to be unable to accept anyone sleeping next to her, but when he leaned in, she didn't feel anything unusual.
The only time she felt unwell was when he called her "Master," as if those four words carried some other meaning.
She said, "Did you call me that before? Aren't we Daoist partners?"
He tapped his fingers casually on the edge of the bed and said offhand, "You're my wife, of course I didn't call you that before."
These two words sounded much more pleasant, and Hua Deng nodded involuntarily: "Then what should I call you? Husband?"
He paused in his tapping of the bedside and looked at her.
Hua Deng, clutching the blanket, was completely unaware, and called out again, "Husband?"
Shen Zhou slowly took her hand, held her wrist, and used his other hand to support the back of her head.
He did it so naturally that Hua Deng was still a little dazed. By the time she realized what was happening, he had already pressed down on her and kissed her fiercely.
His lips and tongue teased her until she gasped for breath, and several different scenes flashed through her mind, all of them kissing, some on a rain-drenched eaves, some on a tender bed, the latter of which was very inappropriate for children.
The lights blushed like rosy clouds.
"Say it again," he said, nibbling at her lips as he gave her a breath.
Hua Deng finally realized that she had never called her that before!
She shook her head in refusal, and he said nothing, only pressing down again and kissing her more deeply. Unconsciously, most of her clothes had come undone, exposing her smooth shoulders to the light.
Oblivious to his presence, she grabbed his collar and said, "I want to communicate with you spiritually."
She found out in a book that spiritual communication can help people recover their memories.
Shen Zhou's hand stroked down her back, and he hummed in agreement, saying, "Before spiritual communion, we usually do something else."
His hand brought a clear tactile sensation, and Hua Deng trembled, shouting, "Stop!"
He didn't stop at all.
Hua Deng retorted angrily, "You said you listened to me the most!"
Shen Zhou chuckled softly, becoming even more unrestrained. Like a bewitching demon, he whispered in her ear, "Really don't want to?"
Hua Deng: "..."
Why is she so damn wavering!
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