Chapter 128 I am your little peach branch brother, Mingguang! Come out! ...
Bitao lay down, and Mingguang said, "The medicine I gave you is to disrupt your five senses. Otherwise, you would be too perceptive and discover it too early, affecting my plans."
"No wonder I was so captivated by you the moment I saw you, I was completely out of my mind and didn't even notice someone was following and attacking me!"
Bitao glared at him: "When are you going to give me... those two snacks I had before my bath?"
Mingguang nodded.
Bitao sighed, thinking to herself: Well, damn it, lust makes one lose their mind.
She was so infatuated with Mingguang that she ate the pastries he gave her without any suspicion. Her mind was so muddled that she never suspected that he had tampered with them!
"Don't worry, I already dug out the Immortal Pearl before killing those people. In Luofan City, anyone who digs out the Immortal Pearl is a mortal."
Bitao got angry as soon as the matter was mentioned: "But you are still a celestial being. Even if you temporarily dig up the celestial pearl, there will still be karmic retribution for mortals killing mortals."
Mingguang smiled slightly at her anxious expression and leaned down to kiss her lips.
After lingering for a while, they reluctantly moved away.
Thinking of how Xiao Taozhi had been out of her mind and was still plotting for him, Mingguang managed to maintain a serious expression, but the light in his eyes was dazzling.
He continued, "That group of people were already robbing and looting everywhere, indirectly causing the deaths of many people. They also sold many immortal positions, turning perfectly good people into human pigs, and setting up a troupe to perform and profit from them. They were themselves burdened with a lot of karma."
"And as I told you before, I heard that a strong-willed female cultivator from the Wood Spirit sect fell into a brothel, and I went to rescue her."
"After finally managing to rescue the person, it turns out it wasn't you at all."
“I lost many people in the process of rescuing Shuying, and this was the result of their own actions.”
“Last night, Shuying used the same trick again, ambushing us. I killed them to settle the score.”
"It's just revenge; it won't be affected by cause and effect."
"Moreover, those people are no longer worthy of being immortals in the Nine Heavens. They commit evil everywhere in the mortal world. Because they do not enter the Netherworld, they cannot be judged by the Underworld. If any of them were to happen to have an opportunity to ascend to heaven, it would be a poison to all worlds."
It turned out that it wasn't a wanton slaughter that showed a loss of nature, but rather Mingguang's judgment as a celestial being who had brought calamity to the human world.
Bitao slightly parted her lips, connecting the dots, and realized that Mingguang was also exploiting loopholes in cause and effect.
He's such an upright and honest person, how could he possibly find loopholes now?!
"You went crazy and killed so many people. What if some of them had set a trap for you beforehand?"
"Didn't I let all those who weren't involved in setting the trap go?"
Bitao thought of the immortal positions that had been squeezed out of the gate, and after looking at the bright light for a moment, the breath that had been hanging in the air finally eased a little.
But I was still worried: "What if there are some you didn't remember?"
Mingguang smiled, leaned over and rested his head on the peach-shaped pillow, and traced her eyebrows with his fingers just as she had done to him before: "Little Peach Branch, even if I am not as clever as you, I am not so stupid as to not remember the people I have met."
Bitao blinked, and the last trace of worry finally dissipated.
Although Mingguang wasn't as quick to adapt to new things as she was, when assigning duties to officials in the Nine Heavens, he could memorize faces even if he stayed up all night and would never mistake anyone's name or appearance.
But Bitao still looked at Mingguang with some confusion and said, "Even if you want revenge, you don't have to lure me in with you... You really scared me to death, and you even drugged me!"
Mingguang then went to kiss Bitao.
Unable to restrain their passion, they moved deeper and deeper, kissing Bitao until she could hardly breathe.
She stepped back, her lips slightly red, and said, "If I don't lure you in, how will I know you're willing to risk everything for me, even your life?"
Bitao: "...When did you become so naughty?!"
"I learned it from you," Mingguang retorted, turning the tables.
Bitao was rarely speechless, choked up by her words.
In fact, Mingguang was "bad" in more ways than that.
He deliberately didn't give Bitao the antidote for her five senses disorder early on, nor did he tell anyone about his plan, including his subordinates.
The key is to see how those around him react after he does something so irreversible.
Mingguang needs to carefully screen the people guarding him, to see which ones were sent by the ancient immortal clan and which ones are loyal to him no matter what.
So far, I'm fairly satisfied.
The unexpected surprise was the little peach branch.
She came up with a solution so quickly, and was even willing to risk her life for him.
A thousand words of love cannot compare to her simple words, "Mingguang, don't be afraid, leave everything to me."
As Mingguang pondered this, he kissed Bitao again.
This time, Bitao covered his mouth.
Mingguang's gaze was lingering on her, and Bitao's heart trembled at the sight; he had never been so moved before.
He was still deeply influenced by the Five Aggregates.
His previous madness was still vivid in her mind; even if Bitao had been drugged, she couldn't possibly not have noticed.
If he was faking it all, Bitao would definitely see through it!
How much of it was his own scheme, and how much was just a "legitimate" excuse for him to vent his rage through slaughter in order to appease his five aggregates?
"You...you can kiss me later, you need to explain yourself clearly first."
"Why did you have to cause this mess? Now even the celestial beings in the Nine Heavens will think you're cruel and murderous. You don't even want the celestial positions and believers who support you anymore?"
"Are you struggling to control your five aggregates?"
"Yes." Mingguang neither concealed nor avoided the truth.
He looked down at his jade-white fingers and said, "I felt so good killing."
He said earnestly to Bitao, "I didn't even know I liked the feeling of having the power of life and death so much."
Bitao propped herself up on her arms, glanced at Mingguang's injuries, and reached out to hug him: "It's alright."
"If I develop a love for killing, will you still indulge me?" Mingguang asked Bitao in her ear.
Bitao was at a loss for words and frowned at him, but Mingguang said, "It's not just to vent my murderous desires."
"Little Peach Branch, someone has tampered with this competition star realm. I'm sure you've already discovered it."
"That Shuying was deliberately planted by the ancient immortal clan."
"What a coincidence! I was looking for a female cultivator from the Wood Spirit Sect who wore a pink dress, and someone actually dressed up like you. And then she deliberately got involved in a brothel to lure me to her rescue."
"If it really were you, you would have assessed the situation and prioritized self-preservation. How could you have harmed and destroyed yourself, even cutting off half of your own neck..."
Mingguang sneered, finding it utterly ridiculous that Shuying had walked right into the trap.
Bitao looked at him: "So you deliberately used the Immortal Alliance to lure out the people of the Ancient Immortal Clan who were hiding in the shadows?"
Mingguang nodded: "I want to draw those people's attention to me before we find you, so that you will be less in danger. If we can take care of a few of them first, then those few immortal pearls will not have been wasted."
"It's a pity they only released idiots like Shuying."
“In the last competition, even under the supervision of the Immortal Master and the other immortals, some people still tried to kill you. You, a wild immortal, have climbed to the position of Xuanxian and are getting too close to the merit immortal position of Youtian.”
Mingguang frowned: "You even had dealings with the Emperor of Fengdu in the Underworld before you went down to the mortal realm."
"Do you know how many people from the Ancient Immortal Clan have tried to win over the Emperor of Fengdu over the years, only to have their faces torn off and made a laughingstock by him?"
"His name is Daju, which, like my mother Kunyi, means earth, and they are both ancient immortals. However, he has long lived in the netherworld, and his temperament is perverse. He never participates in any power struggles among the ancient immortals."
"The Heavenly Realm and the Underworld have been divided and ruled for a long time. Yet, at this critical juncture of the competition to select immortal positions, he actually treats you differently and even allows you to advance in the Underworld."
"This is tantamount to implicitly expressing that they, the underworld and the immortals of merit, are on the same side, and you are the chain connecting the two forces."
“The ancient immortals are clinging to their power and unwilling to leave their faction. They will do everything in their power to sever this chain around you.”
"We have now made our relationship public. If you ascend to the celestial realm, you will become one of the rulers of the Nine Heavens."
"Even I don't know how many people want you dead right now."
"But I am their only choice for the throne. As long as I am by your side, they will not dare to make a move easily."
"And we can no longer sit idly by and wait for death, just like we did in the last competition."
Mingguang stroked Bitao's face and said, "The eighteen coffin nails that wanted to nail you to hell in the last round were the limit for those people in the last round, but not the limit for the people behind this round."
"I don't want to reopen your coffin."
"Only I was consumed by love and burdened by the intense desires of the five aggregates, and went completely mad, becoming a mortal. And a rift that is difficult to mend has appeared between you and me."
"That's why they'll attack you without any scruples."
"Or... take the initiative to come to you and clarify your true bottom line."
"You can use me as a puppet to deal with them."
Mingguang finished speaking calmly.
He cupped Bitao's face in his hands and kissed her for what felt like the umpteenth time.
Xiao Taozhi treated him with genuine affection, and he was naturally willing to do everything he could for her.
Bitao felt her breathing becoming labored.
It felt like a million little deer were running wildly in my chest.
So, did Mingguang start plotting for her as soon as he descended to the mortal realm?
No. He had been planning for Bitao since the celestial realm.
To prevent any changes in the celestial ranks and interference in the competition, he gave Zhu Mingming the Radiant Seal in advance, allowing him to act as he saw fit.
After landing, taking advantage of the intense heat of the five yin, he feigned madness and performed this idiotic drama in front of the Silver River.
To make it realistic, no one could be told; she even included herself in the calculation.
Only now that he has severed the silver net, does he dare to reveal the truth to her.
This would naturally be entirely beneficial to Bitao, with the situation turning around and those people coming out of the shadows. Any attempt to sabotage Bitao would then be nothing but wishful thinking.
However, it would be entirely detrimental to Mingguang.
He will lose believers and supporters due to his previous brutality and his continued performance of the Five Elements' blazing intensity. He may even lose his competitiveness in the competition, or worse... he may be bound or even abandoned by the ancient immortals.
Bitao touched Mingguang's fingers that were stroking her face, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke: "But...aren't you going to compete anymore?"
Mingguang looked at Bitao and said, "Didn't you say you were going to take me with you to heaven to prove your position?"
"I'm already delirious and have lost my mind. I'll just foolishly wait for you to take me to heaven."
Mingguang got into bed and lay on Bitao's pillow: "Little Peach Branch, tell me again about your plan to die for me. I want to hear it."
Bitao: "..."
She bit down on Mingguang's fingertip, but without using force; she just held it in her mouth.
Like a wild beast carrying its mate by the scruff of the neck, not for fighting or eating, but for tenderness.
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm serious. Aren't you going to compete with me anymore?"
"Didn't you say we'd each rely on our own abilities in this competition?"
Bitao was touched, but she didn't like that Mingguang actually gave up the competition for her.
She still prefers a close contest, she likes everything about them, the ebb and flow of power, and the fact that neither side gives an inch.
Mingguang turned his head to look at her, and after a moment said, "Don't worry, I'll use this competition to select truly capable subordinates."
"Even if I were to suffer the consequences of karma and become a mortal, someone would still present me with ways to regain my immortality and methods to ascend to immortality, for me to choose from."
Do you believe it?
Mingguang said, "So many people call me 'Crown Prince of Heaven' in private, and they discuss how I can hold power and control public office in all realms, all because of my noble birth."
Mingguang looked at Bitao and said proudly, "But they have never actually witnessed any of the privileges that truly belong to the 'Crown Prince of Heaven'."
Bitao stared wide-eyed at his arrogant and unrestrained demeanor.
Pointing his finger at him, he said, "I really want all the immortals on the Milky Way to see your arrogant attitude, as if all living beings are nothing but mud under your feet!"
Mingguang raised an eyebrow provocatively: "But the Silver Gu has detected our intercourse and has stopped releasing it."
Bitao reached out and grabbed his neck: "I'll strangle you to death, you shameless crony!"
As long as they didn't lose their minds and give up the competition for love, that's good.
However, Bitao was also well aware that Mingguang was upright and would never use the so-called privileges he mentioned in the competition.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have had to meticulously plan, feign madness and incite public condemnation, and set himself up in a trap.
He only needs to show a little goodwill to those ancient immortal clans hiding in the shadows, indicating that he has changed his mind, and all resources will be sent to him to help him ascend to immortality.
His fall from grace has indeed helped him better filter out his true followers.
By feigning near death, he can accumulate strength so that he can soar into the sky and break free from all the chains that try to bind him!
Bitao leaned towards him, and Mingguang supported her waist, whispering, "Be careful not to get hurt."
Bitao slowly leaned on his shoulder, her eyes slightly moist.
The sun she plucked with her own hands shone and scorched her until she was practically melting into dust, utterly helpless.
They were like two pieces of melted sticky rice cake, stuck together and inseparable.
Saliva mingled, lips and tongue intertwined.
On the brand-new quilt in the inn, Mingguang's long, dark hair was spread all over the pillow, and Bitao wrapped his long hair around it, weaving their hair together.
Like tying a knot in hair.
Mingguang saw it and suddenly said, "The hair we once tied together... I didn't destroy it, nor did I throw it away."
Bitao: "I knew it!"
"Where is it? Did you bring it back to the Heavenly Realm? It wasn't destroyed when you passed through the Five Thunder Formation, was it?"
Mingguang shook his head: "I didn't bring it back." When he died in the last competition, he only brought back the remnant soul of Bitao after his failure to reshape her soul.
"I'm hiding."
"Do you remember the abandoned inn on the way from the Supreme Sword Sect to the Heart-Questioning Pavilion?"
“I remember. We stopped there several times.”
"Do you remember that piece of wood, a dead tree, that sprouted a new bud?"
"I remember, isn't that place..."
Bitao pursed her lips and deliberately said, "Isn't that the place where Wei Danxin and I pledged our love?"
Mingguang used to get angry whenever Wei Danxin was mentioned, but now he just glared at Bitao.
Then he said, "I hid the brocade pouch that symbolized our marriage inside that piece of wood." He then gently lifted the dead wood, reburied it, and infused it with spiritual energy to help it come back to life.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Bitao curled her lips, "Back then she said she buried it in Yanlan Courtyard, and made me bend over and search for it for ages. She acted so cold and aloof, such a repressed pervert!"
Mingguang covered Bitao's mouth.
Bitao couldn't speak, but the mocking look in her eyes was enough to overwhelm Mingguang.
The two of them put their heads together, glared at each other, and joked around for a while.
Bitao looked into his eyes and said, "Mingguang, don't be afraid. The Five Yin Blaze is actually the same as the lightning tribulation. Don't worry about it too much or resist it too much. It's not a big deal."
"Let's get your injuries treated tomorrow. They look so painful to me, I don't even dare to hug you tightly."
“It’s better to guide than to block, better to release than to suppress. Anyway, we still have to put on a show for Yinhan Gu, so do whatever you want.”
"You don't need to suppress or hide anything from me. Have you forgotten? I am your little peach branch."
I am your little peach branch.
This sentence is like a spell to break through obstacles.
The light that had been lingering on Bitao's neck paused for a moment, then suddenly bit down hard on her shoulder.
Only Little Peach Branch could see through his skin and understand everything. He seemed to be in complete control, but in reality, he was always afraid.
Bitao winced in pain, but then laughed.
She stroked his loose, long hair, thinking to herself that this was more like it.
Mingguang bit someone, then looked at Bitao with undisguised stubbornness in his eyes: "Can I do whatever I want?"
"Either is fine," Bitao said.
"What if I want to lock you up, lock you up, or tie you up?"
He truly wanted to keep the little peach branch on his body every single moment.
Even after descending to the mortal realm, during the days he couldn't find her, he thought that if she disobeyed and ran away, he would tie her up and lock her up.
This idea didn't actually begin after the mortal realm.
Back in the celestial realm, Mingguang had wanted to do just that.
However, after descending to the mortal realm, his thoughts became increasingly distorted and he lost control of himself.
Only self-harm and self-destruction, the physical pain, can temporarily suppress his extremism.
Therefore, no matter what, he refused to use other people's immortal pearls. It was true that he disliked them because they were dirty, and it was also true that he needed pain to suppress the vigor of the five aggregates.
“Locking me up is definitely not an option,” Bitao said. “I still have a competition to attend, so I can’t be locked up. But if you want to tie me up or lock me up, then that’s fine with me.”
A fierce glint flashed in Mingguang's eyes: "Really?"
“Really?” Bitao said. “Come, come, lock me up, I’ll be your prisoner.”
Then Mingguang suddenly got out of bed, and without putting on any clothes, he rummaged through the clothes storage area of the inn.
A moment later, they actually brought over a chain.
It's only about an arm's length long, with clasps at both ends, and the chain is about the thickness of a thumb. Not even a dog or a cow could break free from it.
Bitao: "..."
She swallowed hard.
She cradled her belly, and without putting on any clothes, she shuffled to the edge of the bed, got out of bed, and walked towards the door.
Mingguang saw Bitao walking towards the door, and his expression instantly turned indescribably sinister.
He carried the chain and caught up with Bitao, who had reached the door, in a few steps. He pressed down on her shoulders and back, pinning her against the door.
His eyes betrayed his true emotions.
So ferocious it seemed they wanted to tear someone to pieces, they asked through gritted teeth, "Where are you going?"
Bitao glanced indifferently at the chain in his hand and made a move to pull the door open.
Mingguang reached out and slammed the door shut again.
He leaned forward and glared at Bitao, his gaze, which had been so gentle before, now filled with violence.
After a moment, she chuckled softly, but her voice was as cold as ice as she asked uncontrollably, "Are you going to find Dongjun?"
"He looks just like me, is more powerful than me, and can give you thousands of immortal pearls in one go, escorting you all the way to ascend and attain your rank... isn't that right?"
Mingguang's emotions, which he had been suppressing so well, suddenly broke through and could no longer be contained.
He finally found Xiao Taozhi, and he was terrified.
But why does Xiao Taozhi have to be with Dongjun?
Dongjun was far superior to him from a young age, and everyone thought he was an unqualified replacement for Dongjun.
His mother was never satisfied with him.
His father never said a word to him, this unfit substitute.
Mingguang met Dongjun, and he was nothing like what Mingguang had imagined.
They look exactly alike... How can they look exactly alike!
Mingguang sensed the powerful aura of the adult Golden Crow. Golden Crows need five hundred years to reach adulthood, and Golden Crows with insufficient inherited power and low talent, even if they reach adulthood, cannot defeat Golden Crows with higher talent.
Mingguang knew that even if he worked himself to death, he would never be able to defeat Dongjun's full power.
He was like a mountain that Mingguang could never cross.
In the face of absolute power, martial arts techniques and moves are nothing.
Originally, Mingguang could have simply ignored Dongjun's existence; if there was a mountain he couldn't cross, he simply wouldn't cross it.
But Dongjun couldn't help but fall in love with his little peach branch...
I couldn't help myself.
Mingguang's eyes were bloodshot, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.
The five aggregates, which were forcibly suppressed by physical pain, began to backfire, rising like waves, one higher than the next.
Mingguang took a deep breath and forced a smile at Bitao.
She said softly, "Little Peach Branch, I'm sorry."
“I’m a little…” Mingguang said, “I’m a little out of it.”
"Don't be angry. Don't go."
He reached out and cupped Bitao's face in his hands, then lowered his head and placed a precious kiss on her lips.
Bitao closed her eyes, water trickling from the corners of her mouth as she swallowed, before gently pushing Mingguang away.
He said, his breathing ragged, "Okay, that's pretty good acting. We'll act like that starting tomorrow."
"I'm thirsty, pour me a glass of water."
Mingguang helped Bitao to pour her some water.
After pouring out the water, he helped Bitao back to bed.
Judging from his expression, Bitao realized that he hadn't been faking it at all.
After they both lay down, Bitao asked him, "When were the chains prepared?"
Mingguang: "..."
"With that dress."
Bitao turned to look at him. Regarding Dongjun, Mingguang never mentioned anything about it, only treating her well. Bitao liked it, but she always felt that there was a knot in her stomach.
Bitao was organizing her thoughts, wanting to frankly tell Dongjun about his affairs.
Mingguang confessed first.
He obeyed Xiao Taozhi's advice not to forcefully suppress the five aggregates.
“I really hate you,” Mingguang said.
“Since I descended to the mortal realm, I have dreamt every night when I fall asleep. I dreamt that you were with someone else, that you ignored me, and that you were laughing and playing with others.”
"When I opened my eyes, I couldn't find you anywhere. I was terrified that you had been murdered or harmed. Everyone I saw looked like you, and I even started hallucinating."
"I'm afraid to fall asleep."
“I…” Mingguang’s voice was low and hoarse.
He raised his head, grabbed the chain, and loosely gripped Bitao's neck. He grew increasingly agitated as he spoke: "I've finally found you, but you've really been sleeping with someone else!"
"It's my brother! He looks exactly like me! I thought I was hallucinating, unable to distinguish between reality and dreams. I thought I was going crazy!"
"You two shameless bastards, pulling and shoving each other in broad daylight! You're infuriating!"
Hahahaha—
Bitao was listening to Mingguang vent about the breakdown he was experiencing due to the loss of control over the five aggregates.
But when I heard him utter the words "dog men and women," I couldn't help but laugh so hard I was pounding the bed.
Mingguang was so angry that he bit Bitao again.
Bitao indulged him, stroking his back continuously.
Mingguang did indeed discover in the corridor that it wasn't a nightmare, and the moment he realized that Xiaotaozhi was real, he went mad with anger.
But he dared not lash out, afraid of scaring Xiao Taozhi away, and even more afraid that she would choose Dongjun, who was exactly like him but much stronger.
He hid all his jealousy and hatred, and was extremely gentle, considerate, and obedient.
Now, through deliberate probing, he has confirmed that Xiao Taozhi, like him, is willing to do anything for the other.
Only then did he allow her to express his true feelings.
Bitao touched the corners of his red eyes and teased, "You've been pretending to be gentle and tender for a whole day and night. You must have been nauseous from the smell at the braised food stall, right? You've worked hard, but I really appreciate it."
"You can occasionally play the role of Wei Danxin in the future. Let me have some fun."
"How dare you say that!" Mingguang lowered his head and bit Bitao's lips.
After you've finished "biting" it hard.
Bitao licked her lips and asked Mingguang, "Do you want to hear how Dongjun and I met?"
"I promise I'll tell you everything, big or small. If you still don't believe me, you can try to bribe the people in my team to verify it. Apart from that guardian celestial master, they aren't exactly loyal to me."
Mingguang nodded: "I want to hear it."
Bitao turned her head and looked at him with a smile.
“You have no need to worry at all. Dongjun is too old. I don’t like men who are so much older than me. My two fathers in the underworld are only a little over a thousand years old.”
Mingguang looked at Bitao, and because his emotions had been released, he relaxed and softened.
He reached out and touched the spot on Bitao's chest where he had bitten her, his eyelashes lowered, and asked her softly and deliberately, "So, do you prefer younger girls? Or do you prefer girls with different colored eyes?"
Bitao: "...Nonsense! I like people with golden eyes, and I don't like young people!"
Mingguang raised his golden eyes, looked at Bitao, and asked again, "So, how much older than you do you like?"
Bitao pursed her lips, suppressing a smile, and with a quick glance, said, "Hmm... about five or six years older would be fine."
Mingguang pursed his lips, leaned forward, buried his face in Bitao's neck, put his arm around Bitao's shoulder, and smiled silently and restrainedly at the side of her neck.
If you calculate it carefully, he was in his mother's womb for ninety years, and when he was born he looked like a five or six-year-old, so he wasn't a child.
Before the small peach branch, which had condensed its spirit on the large peach wood, landed on his shoulder, it also developed sentience; the exact time was impossible to calculate.
However, strictly speaking, they do appear to be about five or six years apart in age.
Bitao continued, telling Mingguang in great detail everything from when she landed from the competition, when she was captured, when she met Dongjun, and when she finally fought back.
Mingguang held Bitao tightly, kissing and nuzzling her from time to time.
After Bitao finished speaking, her mouth was dry, he dutifully came up and moistened her lips.
"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Bitao turned her head, propped her head up with her elbow, and touched his eyebrows as she asked him.
Are you still angry?
Mingguang still wouldn't let go of Dongjun: "How did you recognize him? Did you really recognize him at first glance? Didn't you mistake me for him?"
"His mouth was crooked when he smiled, he didn't look upright at all, and his eyes looked sinister. I recognized him immediately, that wasn't you."
Bitao leaned closer to Mingguang, looked into his eyes, and said, "My Mingguang is one of a kind. I can recognize him just by smelling him with my eyes closed."
Mingguang leaned forward, hugged Bitao, pulled her off the pillow and held her tightly, pressing his cheek against hers and saying, "Don't keep getting up, it'll strain your wound. Go to sleep... it's late."
"Sleeping already?" Bitao raised an eyebrow in surprise. "It's not even dawn yet? Aren't you going to interrogate me a bit more?"
In fact, there's not much to say. She and Dongjun have only known each other for four or five days. No matter how much she talks about it, it will all be over in a few words.
Mingguang didn't say anything, but pressed his forehead against Bitao's cheek and closed his eyes first.
Bitao rolled the blanket over both of their heads, whispered in Mingguang's ear, "Do you need my help?"
Mingguang treated her like a flag, raising it high to flutter in the wind.
Mingguang dug her head out, covered her mouth to stop her from speaking, lowered his head to kiss her forehead, and said seriously, "Go to sleep."
As long as Xiao Taozhi is by his side, within his sight, it will always be his Xiao Taozhi; he can tolerate the rest of Mingguang.
He's not really a beast; Little Peach Branch is still injured!
At this moment, he felt a sense of peace and tranquility.
Little Peach Branch is right; the intense burning of the five aggregates is not as terrible as it seems.
Once their selfish desires are satisfied, the three corpse worms will also be satiated.
That night, Mingguang slept better than ever before since he descended to the mortal realm.
He also had a nightmare in which Xiao Taozhi abandoned him and ascended to heaven first, while he could not return to heaven no matter what.
But when he suddenly woke up, he saw the little peach branch sleeping soundly in his arms, and the sticky, fearful feeling instantly dissipated.
I fell asleep again and slept until the afternoon of the next day.
I was woken up by the sound of banging on the door.
Outside came the voice of Dongjun, the source of the nightmare: "Little brother, Mingguang! Come out!"
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