Chapter 53 The Last Time He simply couldn't bear to see the city lights like this now. ...
Shen Zhou's primordial spirit is quite entangled.
Only then did Hua Deng realize how restrained Shen Zhou usually was; at least he wouldn't deliberately treat her so badly, or use various tricks to torment her to the point of near suffocation.
In his few moments of lucidity, Hua Deng would spend half the time cursing the sect leader in his mind and the other half cursing Chen Zhou.
But she forgot that during spiritual communion, both parties' thoughts are laid bare.
Shen Zhou clearly sensed this and said, "If you like to curse, then curse louder."
Hua Deng was so angry that she didn't even bother to curse anymore.
After finally catching her breath, she looked as if she had been pulled out of the water, lying on his chest speechless, her eyes unfocused, her breathing trembling.
Shen Zhou lazily embraced her, playing with her earlobe, and casually asked, "How did you get into my consciousness?"
The streetlights blinked in confusion, wondering how to get in...
She said, "You let me in yourself."
She fell in without any effort, so wasn't it him who put her in there?
"Impossible." Shen Zhou replied without hesitation.
"What's impossible?" Hua Deng wondered, "Has this guy gone crazy from all this shamanistic stuff?"
Shen Zhou said, "No one can enter my consciousness palace."
Hua Deng: "But I went in."
Shen Zhou paused in his grip on her earlobe, slowly and deliberately kneading it, and asked in a low voice, "Is it that thing inside your body that's helping you?"
Hua Deng chuckled, "What nonsense is this? No, it's really simple."
She simply got up and said, "I'll demonstrate it for you now."
She did indeed demonstrate it again, summoning her primordial spirit and knocking on the gate of his consciousness. The journey was smooth and unobstructed, as easy as returning home.
Shen Zhou watched quietly, not chasing after her as she swiftly retreated from the Consciousness Palace, lost in thought.
"Isn't it simple? And the sword energy in your mansion won't hurt me, which is quite humane," Hua Deng said.
Shen Zhou hummed in agreement and hugged her from behind, his arms tightening around her until she could hardly breathe.
Hua Deng struggled twice in protest, and Shen Zhou seemed to realize what was happening. He loosened his grip slightly, but instead held her on his lap in a more intimate position.
Hua Deng actually preferred the two of them to be face to face, but noticing that Shen Zhou's aura was somewhat subtly strange, she let him be.
She was warm all over, and Shen Zhou felt her warmth, resting his chin on her shoulder.
The thing inside her body definitely didn't come out, and she wasn't lying.
He actually allowed someone to enter the consciousness palace, wander around aimlessly, even while unconscious.
Unbelievable.
Is it because of the so-called "love" that Imazawa talks about?
He turned his head, grabbed a piece of soft flesh on the side of Hua Deng's neck, and rubbed it gently, as if venting his anger.
Hua Deng felt no pain, only an itch, and laughed as she tried to dodge, saying, "Chen Zhou, what are you doing?"
Chen Zhou used a little force with his teeth.
No, it won't happen.
He should have discarded all of these things the moment he decided to seal his memories.
But……
Why does his primordial spirit tremble with excitement when he senses some affection emanating from the lanterns during spiritual communion?
Why would he crave this feeling so much that he doesn't want to leave?
He couldn't figure it out, so he let his primordial spirit slip into Hua Deng's consciousness palace, preparing to try again.
Hua Deng was stunned for a moment, then pushed him away, her face full of shock: "You're coming again?"
Shen Zhou gripped her shoulders, his face expressionless, clearly unmoved.
Hua Deng was truly terrified. Her legs were still weak and her clothes were wet. She immediately leaned over and kissed him a few times, saying, "Can't we not come anymore?"
Shen Zhou glanced at her with an inscrutable expression, but said nothing.
Hua Deng gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and pressed herself against his lips, kissing them haphazardly. Then, imitating him, she awkwardly stuck out her tongue and licked his lips.
But it only lasted a few seconds. She quickly blushed and separated from him, then wrapped her arms around his neck in a coquettish manner: "I really can't anymore, how about we do it again tomorrow?"
This was the first time she had taken the initiative to kiss him, but judging from Shen Zhou's expression, it seemed to have no effect.
Just as she was feeling dissatisfied, she saw Shen Zhou pinch the back of her neck and ask coolly, "Don't you like spiritual communication with me?"
Even if you eat meat and fish every meal, you can't eat like that every day! Hua Deng pressed his arm down and said sincerely, "Whether you like it or not... can you let me rest for a bit first?"
Shen Zhou leaned closer, staring into her eyes: "So you like it?"
Hua Deng: "...I like it, okay, I like it!"
Having survived a ordeal, how come his ability to torment people is even stronger than before?
She thought to herself that Shen Zhou had roughly guessed what was going on, but he pretended not to know and pressed down on the back of her neck to make her lean closer.
“The last time,” he said.
Hua Deng: "?!"
Shen Zhou said calmly, "I need to make sure you're not lying."
You big jerk, you're just making excuses!
Hua Deng glared at him resentfully: "This is the last time. If you dare to lie to me, I'll never talk to you again!"
Shen Zhou nodded: "Yes, I'm not lying to you."
This spiritual communion took place in Hua Deng's sea of consciousness. He wasn't lying; it really only happened once. The problem was that he was reluctant to end it.
Not only did he refuse to end it, but he also inexplicably became exceptionally gentle, pressing against her soul like a frog being slowly boiled in water, as if trying to carefully sense something.
Hua Deng no longer cared about his thoughts; she only felt that the longer it went on, the harder it was to bear. The feeling of pleasure kept accumulating, but she could never release it.
She couldn't take it anymore and had to hug him and kiss him haphazardly, pleading or scolding: "Hurry up, can't you do it? Please, Chen Zhou... Stop playing around, I really hate you!"
Shen Zhou patted her back gently to soothe her, his mouth holding her earlobe and the back of her neck like a wild beast hunting for prey.
He refused to let go, so the lanterns remained unrelieved.
In the depths of their spiritual communion, she felt a faint pain amidst her trembling.
The pain came from him.
Before I could think any further, my shirt was suddenly lifted up, and a rough touch was felt in my already sensitive area.
The sensation enveloped her, and she gently rubbed it a couple of times.
Hua Deng exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing?"
They had done similar things before, but only when they were having an attack.
Now she is conscious, and they are all conscious.
Shen Zhou's hand couldn't cover her, so he kept adjusting the angle: "Aren't you feeling unwell? The book says this can make you happy."
Hua Deng cried out in despair, "Didn't I throw away all the storybooks?!"
Shen Zhou said leisurely, "I bought a new one."
He paused, then seemed to notice something, and lowered his eyes curiously: "Why does it get hard?"
"…………"
Hua Deng, utterly humiliated and furious, yelled, "Shut up! If you say another word, I'll leave you here all alone!"
Looking down, she could see the back of his hand with its distinct knuckles, his fingers as white as snow and as red as plum blossoms. She didn't dare to look any longer, leaning against his chest, panting, her tightly closed eyelashes trembling.
Shen Zhou whispered in her ear, "Hua Deng, the book says there will be...you here..."
She cried out, "I didn't! How could I possibly have—"
He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized that perhaps nothing was impossible in the world of cultivation. He immediately tensed up, and the rough, warm touch became more pronounced and he pressed harder, as if he really wanted to mold something.
She sobbed, "You can't! You absolutely can't..."
He chuckled softly in her ear, kissed her cheek, and said, "I won't."
Hua Deng still didn't believe it and got up to run away, but before she knew it, he had grabbed her waist and she couldn't escape at all.
His fingers softened as he comforted her, "Just kidding."
He then turned her around again: "But it likes me so much, can I kiss it?"
"...?" Hua Deng didn't react for a moment.
She didn't answer, so Shen Zhou took it as a yes, lowered his head, and put it in his mouth.
The temperature of the mouth was much higher than that of the palm. Hua Deng's hand, which was pressed against the quilt, suddenly tightened, and his neck tilted back.
Ugh... He even used his tongue...
abnormal.
Unlike the previous two punitive bites, this one was clearly meant to soothe. When she was little, she would sit by the roadside and watch her mother cat lick her kittens.
However, the place where Chen Zhou used it was really...
Not only the tongue, but Shen Zhou's primordial spirit also came close.
Hua Deng was completely unprepared, and the shouts instantly changed tone.
Shen Zhou's breathing became heavy. He held her down tightly, not allowing her to escape, his eyes fixed on her expression.
At the same time, despite the stinging pain from the restraints, he recalled what those people had said about loving him.
He gave up quickly.
Who cares about those people?
He simply couldn't bear to see the city lights like this now.
He wanted to get even closer, not just with his primordial spirit, but also...
He hesitated for a moment, then, as the streetlights faded, he pulled her into his arms, lay down with her in his arms, and closed his eyes in silence.
*
Hua Deng had no idea how she fell asleep.
The first half of the night was quite pleasant because someone used spiritual power to soothe her tired spirit. However, the aftereffects of the spiritual communion began to appear in the second half of the night, and she saw new fragments of memories.
She saw a thirteen-year-old boy leave home alone to become a disciple of the sect, serving as an outer disciple. However, less than five years later, he betrayed the sect by secretly learning forbidden arts.
He left the sect and wandered alone until his sister found him by a stream.
The girl was three years younger than him, but she had an icy demeanor and rarely smiled. She resembled her father, while Shen Zhou resembled his mother; the two were almost indistinguishable as siblings.
The girl's name was Chen Xi. Chen Xi asked him, "Brother, why did you secretly learn forbidden techniques?"
Shen Zhou, on the other hand, said indifferently: "What forbidden technique? If you can learn it, it's not a forbidden technique."
Chen Xi asked, "What exactly did you learn?"
The boy seemed a little impatient: "Aren't there only a few? I've learned them all, including the Nine Revolutions of Heaven and Earth Technique, is that enough!"
Chen Xi shook her head: "You only stayed inside for one night."
Shen Zhou sneered, "One night is enough."
Chen Xi looked at him silently for a moment and said, "The Nine Revolutions of Heaven and Earth Technique is not complete. You should know that you only have a fragment in your possession..."
“I’ve finished writing it,” Shen Zhou said. “I’ve added the rest of the content, and I’m confident it won’t be any worse than the original Nine Revolutions Universe Technique.”
"..."
"Brother, you should use your talent in swordsmanship. If you want, not to mention becoming an inner disciple, it's not impossible for you to be accepted as a personal disciple."
"And then?" Shen Zhou asked dismissively.
"...What do you want then?"
“I want you to live, is that so hard to understand?” Shen Zhou waved his hand at her. “Anyway, keep a close eye on Mother’s condition. If she has any thoughts of breaking through to a higher realm, notify me immediately.”
After a long silence, Chen Xi said, "I understand, brother."
She watched Shen Zhou walk away, remaining motionless for a long time.
She knew that the Nine Revolutions of Heaven and Earth Technique was a method of exchanging life for life, and Shen Zhou knew it too.
As for whose life will be exchanged...
She silently turned and left.
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