Chapter 131 proves Little Sugar Cake, eat Sugar Cake.
"How can you believe such a thing? A destined person is someone whose fate is determined from the moment they are born."
"He's an old monster over seven hundred years old. When he was born, I was still drying birds on a big peach tree!"
Bitao was thinking about the birds, and then she said it aloud.
"What bird?" Mingguang asked, looking at Bitao.
Bitao looked at Mingguang.
Mingguang finally noticed that Bitao had uncuffed herself and thrown the handcuffs on the ground sometime during the day, and her hands were already in the bathtub, pretending to splash water.
Mingguang's cheeks, which were already red from being steamed by the hot water, turned completely red in an instant.
Bitao didn't stand on ceremony and immediately performed a "monkey scooping the moon" move.
It's no wonder she took action before she could even appease him; Mingguang just looked so adorable at that moment.
Who could possibly resist that?
What are you doing!
Mingguang grabbed Bitao's arm, but Bitao didn't take her hand out of the water. Instead, she leaned closer to Mingguang and kissed his "Little Red".
His face was filled with infatuation and love.
Mingguang's breathing was unsteady, but he was still feeling wronged. At this moment, he did not forget what Dongjun had said and accused Bitao, "No wonder he said you only like my face! You don't care about my feelings at all."
Mingguang gave Bitao a push on the shoulder, but the force was not very firm.
Bitao raised an eyebrow: "How is that possible?"
I love everything about you.
"Do you dare let me prove it?"
Mingguang: "..." He remembered how Xiaotaozhi had "proved" that she liked him.
Her face was so red it was unbearable to look at.
He tried to recapture that unpleasant feeling from before, but under Bitao's gaze, all he could think about was the word "proof."
In the end, Bitao proved it.
The waves churned and splashed, sending water flying everywhere.
Bitao was almost full from drinking.
Mingguang held down Bitao's shoulder as she tried to crawl into the bathtub, his damp hand sliding across her smooth back and shoulders.
But then he gripped Bitao's shoulder blades tightly.
"Wait, your injury!"
"Your wound is bleeding..."
Mingguang looked at Bitao's waist and abdomen wounds, and the lingering afterglow from her peak was instantly cleared away.
Even his complexion had turned somewhat pale.
"you……"
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm not in pain."
The painkillers Tai Chi gave her were very effective.
Tai Chi said that if you eat ten of these together, you won't even feel a thing if someone cuts you open.
He tried it himself; he ate five peaches.
Bitao said, "This little injury is nothing. I'll prove it again..."
"prove……"
Mingguang placed his hand on her shoulder and didn't move.
He said seriously, "No. Your wound can't be soaked in water right now."
This is Luofan City, and they have absolutely no spiritual energy to use for healing.
What if something really goes wrong? Should we rush out of the city over something like this?
Bitao even tried to dive into the water; her injury was really nothing.
When Bitao was still a Supreme Immortal, she would go around taking advantage of other people's tribulations to temper her body. She didn't know that she could benefit from it as long as she didn't resist. She was often torn and bleeding. Moreover, if an immortal descends to the mortal realm, they are a mortal who cannot use immortal power. Back then, she was fine even when she was covered in injuries, going up mountains and down rivers.
What could possibly happen if mandarin ducks were just playing in the water?
Mingguang was prone to wild thoughts due to the intense burning of the five aggregates, and he became sentimental, suspicious, and even shed tears.
Bitao was not immune to the confusion of the five senses. She was never a suspicious person and did not overthink things. It was just that the emotions she was aroused were different.
Mingguang clearly had not yet fully grasped the power of a lustful demon whose five elements were blazing.
"I'm really fine!" Bitao said with a strong voice, her face flushed like peach blossoms.
Mingguang, however, was very stubborn.
Bitao squinted at him and said, "You're not just going to abandon me now that you've had your fun, are you?"
Mingguang: "What are you saying..."
"Are you out of your mind? Didn't we agree that it was just acting and that it wouldn't delay your injuries? I won't be affected by karma, and you don't need to die in the Nine Heavens Palace."
Bitao grasped Mingguang's hand, looking down at his slender, jade-like fingers, which had been soaking in water for a long time, their knuckles turning pink.
Mingguang was still saying, "You..." He wanted to say that she should go to bed first, and he could "prove" for her.
Bitao felt it wasn't enough; what was the point of "scratching an itch through a boot"?
However, Mingguang soon found himself unable to say anything more.
Because Bitao held his finger, kissed it, and looked at him with eyes as sticky and sweet as honey.
Mingguang immediately understood the meaning of Bitao.
Then, with a "whoosh," he fell back into the water, dizzy.
Only slender fingers, damp with water, dangled outside the bucket, trembling slightly.
When they were children, the two had incompatible personalities and often fought.
Moreover, they fought very seriously every time, never giving an inch, and it was common for Mingguang to be bruised and battered.
However, because Bitao lacked spiritual energy, Mingguang often dismantled its branches.
She couldn't even bring herself to run away in a huff.
Sometimes, to deliberately annoy Bitao, Xiaomingguang would use the peach branches she had taken down as pens to draw on paper.
Sometimes it would get stuck in the gaps of lamp holders or roof beams, making it impossible for the peach tree branches to reach it no matter what.
Bitao thought back then that when she grew up and became a spirit, she would definitely detach Mingguang's hands and feet and stuff them into places he would never expect, so he would have to pull them out!
Looking back on their childhood, they only feel warmth and love.
But no matter what, Bitao never imagined that one day she would actually be able to insert Mingguang's limbs everywhere.
And you don't even have to brutally cut off his hands and feet.
And how perfectly it fits together, like mortise and tenon joints.
It's so perfectly integrated, a seamless whole!
However... in the end, Bitao was too overconfident.
In the heat of the moment, my abdomen twitched, and the wound bled quite a bit.
Bitao didn't care, but it terrified Mingguang.
They were so frightened that they drooped limply to the ground, like seedlings starving under the scorching sun.
Mingguang looked at the blood on Bitao's body and felt extremely guilty. He had been driven mad by Dongjun and lost his mind, which was why he had acted so recklessly with Xiaotaozhi!
However, while Mingguang was haphazardly putting on his clothes, Bitao was still "sober" and didn't forget to remind him: "Yinhan Gu needs to resume acting, pay attention to acting!"
Mingguang: "..."
He carried Bitao out, his face flushed.
But he didn't forget to show a satisfied expression and a cold indifference that showed no remorse after tormenting the person.
He "indifferently" went to find Tai Chi.
When Taiji saw Bitao like that, if he hadn't already known that Fairy Bitao and Immortal Mingguang were working together, he would have really fought Mingguang without hesitation.
Bitao re-bandaged the wound and took oral medication.
Mingguang's various injuries, due to being soaked in water for too long, also needed proper treatment and medication.
Bitao lay "weakly" on the bed, still trying to comfort Mingguang, who was sitting at the table, seemingly drinking tea indifferently but actually lost in thought.
After Taiji silently finished treating the injuries of both of them, he quietly left.
Looking in Mingguang's direction, Bitao asked him, half-acting and half-sincere, "Do you still think I only like your face?"
Mingguang: "..."
He gripped the teacup tightly with his fingers, not daring to bring it to his lips.
He... he felt like his fingers no longer belonged to him.
I have this urge to just cut it off.
Little Peach Branch is such a jerk.
How could he agree to something like that?
The intense burning of the five aggregates is just too terrifying!
He refused to turn around and look at Bitao; the curve of his profile was so taut that it looked like a string about to snap if any more force was applied.
His behavior was interpreted as that of a "real bastard" who had tormented Bitao to this extent and refused to give her a kind word.
On the Milky Way, the immortals who had sympathized with Mingguang during his previous conversation with Dongjun once again began to criticize him.
However, this was within the plans of the two of them.
If Mingguang hadn't been condemned by everyone and "lost everything," how could those hidden in the shadows have appeared in time to turn the tide and then logically "win back the emperor's heart"?
What they wanted was a beacon of hope when they had nowhere else to turn.
Bitao patted her side and beckoned to Mingguang, "Come here. Sleep with me for a while."
Mingguang stiffened his neck, "unwilling."
He felt that Xiao Taozhi was a bewitching demon.
It will make him completely lose his mind.
But Xiao Taozhi's voice was like a demonic chant piercing his ears. Mingguang was like a handsome young monk with weak willpower, physically in a Buddhist temple but mentally still in the secular world.
How can one resist the temptation of this "evil spirit"?
Not long after, stiff as a board, as if he were paralyzed on one side, he moved to the edge of the bed.
He took off his coat and lay down.
Bitao looked at him with a smile in her eyes. Mingguang thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and took off his shirt again.
Only in this way can two people have a proper conversation.
The bed curtains fell, and the silver net stopped spinning.
The immortals of the Nine Heavens were going crazy when they saw that even in this state, Mingguang Xuanxian still wouldn't let Bitao Xuanxian go.
Even Zhu Ming, who observed the Silver River Net and could see the scheme between the two, frowned.
Zhu Ming understood the principles.
But Bitao is absolutely a madwoman who will stop at nothing to satisfy her desires.
Wasn't it because he tried to provoke Mingguang that he had his immortal essence shattered several times?
Zhu Ming had no faith in Bi Tao's lustful nature. Especially under the influence of the Five Yin Fiery Aura, he suspected that Bi Tao would truly condone Ming Guang's actions and harm her.
In fact, the opposite is true.
It was because Bitao was too agitated earlier and wouldn't let go of Mingguang that led to the current situation.
Mingguang lay down next to Bitao, his sadness turning into sullen resentment and self-blame.
Bitao nudged him, and he moved toward the bedside.
It kept moving until it was almost falling to the ground, still with its back to the peach blossom.
Bitao couldn't help but laugh.
She recalled how, when she was little, the peach branches that had been removed from her body were stuck everywhere.
"You should have known from the beginning that, given my personality, I would get my revenge one day."
Bitao snorted, "Well, now you know how powerful I am!"
Mingguang: "...Shut up!"
He turned over and covered Bitao's mouth.
However, the sensitivity of his fingers was now approaching that of a cultivator's spiritual platform.
Bitao covered his mouth and deliberately blew a breath into his palm. He immediately jumped off the bed like a little rabbit.
"you!"
Mingguang pointed at Bitao with a serious expression, then saw his own finger and put his hand behind his back. He was shirtless, with long, dark hair draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were red and swollen. He couldn't be serious no matter what.
He lowered his voice and coldly reprimanded, "Be normal."
“I’m perfectly normal.” Bitao shook her head as she lay on the pillow. “The one who’s not normal is you.”
"We've gotten so good together, everything between us is irreplaceable."
"You actually got that angry over some random person saying a few nonsensical things. Tell me, which of us is the abnormal one?"
Bitao had acted impulsively, but she also wanted to use the simplest and most direct method to pull Mingguang out of his rut.
Clearly, Bitao's method was correct and effective.
Upon hearing this, Mingguang paused for a moment, then said softly, "He's not just anyone; he's my blood brother."
Mingguang slowly lay back down, next to Bitao, and only now could he calmly and seriously examine his own heart.
He discovered that the reason he was so bothered and saddened was because Dongjun was a powerful competitor who looked exactly like him, was stronger, and had a higher status.
Bitao whispered softly beside his pillow, "Now can you tell me what you two talked about?"
Mingguang nodded and briefly explained his conversation with Dongjun.
He didn't even hide from Bitao the words he uttered when provoked by Dongjun, expressing his resentment towards his parents.
Bitao tilted her head, her nose touching Mingguang's face.
After he finished playing both roles, he smiled and said, "You two are truly brothers. You've quite convincingly imitated Dongjun's arrogant demeanor."
Mingguang: "..."
Bitao then said, "That's wonderful. I love how you are now, so outgoing and expressive." Just like when you were little.
It is a lively, agile, temperamental, and somewhat arrogant little bird.
After Mingguang was cheered up by Bitao's words, Bitao said objectively and seriously, "Actually... from Dongjun's perspective, there's nothing wrong with him wanting to persuade you to break up with me."
"I did use a lot of underhanded methods on you, which, in other people's eyes, were nothing short of cunning and extortion, and I also took advantage of you."
These things are undeniable, and Bitao never denies that her posture while climbing the peak was unsightly.
It cannot be denied that she schemed and plotted to obtain Mingguang.
“If Dongjun doesn’t care about you and doesn’t ask about your affairs, then he truly doesn’t care about you.”
Bitao said, "We only knew him from 'legends'. Before today, I thought that the Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Realms might have misunderstood you and him."
"He relies too much on his talent, and his skills have stagnated over the years, making him inferior to you. Furthermore, due to his master's excessive protection, his temperament has become increasingly extreme and stubborn."
"But after you talked to him today, I realized that he does have some qualities of an older brother."
Bitao kissed Mingguang's face and said, "If I had a younger brother as cute, handsome, excellent, and sensible as you, and he was deceived by someone, deceived in body and mind, and still stubbornly refuses to see the truth, I would say far more than just harsh words."
Bitao whispered slowly in Mingguang's ear, "I'll fight her to the death."
Mingguang: "..." He couldn't suppress the urge to smile.
Her ears itched so much that she rubbed them against the pillow, barely managing to maintain a "serious" expression.
But his eyes were so bright they could melt away all the gloom in the world.
Bitao said, "Dongjun cares about you a lot; you just need to see through this."
Bitao knew that Mingguang longed for family, and she had experienced it firsthand; family was something that could not be replaced by any other emotion.
She would not mislead Mingguang into distancing himself from his family.
Mingguang raised his hand and put it around Bitao's shoulder, gently embracing her.
Bitao smiled and said, "Whatever he says after that won't affect our plans or our relationship."
"He doesn't know that we've been childhood sweethearts, so how could he possibly understand the deep entanglement between us, like the intertwined roots of an old tree, where we are both intertwined?"
Mingguang felt that something was off about what he was saying.
However, the fact that he was shocked by the development of "new uses for fingers" today has already exceeded his comprehension.
At this moment, whatever Xiao Taozhi says, he can only listen with his ears turning red.
"As for your father and mother, what you said is not wrong either."
"There's no need to worry that they'll be sad if they hear this from heaven."
“I’ve been telling you since you were little that you should make a fuss, that only the squeaky wheel gets the grease, but you just had to be quiet and well-behaved. You have that kind of personality from the Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Realms. Even when Qingming gets angry, she’ll still beat you without hesitation, like beating an old ox that won’t plow the field. Didn’t we see the Heavenly Realm’s portrait when we were little? Have you forgotten?”
"How could the Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Realms know that its youngest son, who is upright and rigid, and seems overly stern and unapproachable, is actually thinking about wanting her to hug him?"
"You...you shouldn't say anymore." Mingguang was genuinely embarrassed.
Bitao then said, "Let's talk about the Azure Emperor again."
"Before I arrived in Luofan City, didn't I wipe out a gathering place of banished immortals with Dongjun? There we heard some things that neither of us knew."
"The reason why Dongjun chose to go to Shangqing Realm back then was not because he was inherently rebellious."
"The reason for this is that the Azure Emperor has been guarding the Yin-Yang sundial of the Milky Way for too long, and has become one with the sundial."
“His every move and word will affect the sundial and natal chart.”
"Back then, when he was setting the sun, he probably wanted to be a loving father and told Dongjun a story about slaying demons and monsters to lull him to sleep."
"As a result, Dongjun's fate was reversed, and the next day he grew up and went to Shangqing Realm with his master."
"Mingguang, you've had this knot in your heart for so many years, now you understand why the Azure Emperor won't speak to you, right?"
"He's afraid of affecting your birth chart."
Mingguang looked bewildered.
But then he remembered Dongjun's words, "Perhaps it was because I went to Shangqing Realm that Heaven, as punishment, assigned me such a destined person."
Could it be... could it be that the peach wood was never meant to contain spirits in the first place?
Why did a celestial spirit materialize on the peach wood after Dongjun left Shangqing Realm, when no such spirit had materialized on it for tens of thousands of years?
Moreover, the little peach branch is naturally a mixture of purity and impurity, which perfectly matches the fact that Dongjun is tainted with demonic energy...
Or is Xiao Taozhi truly an ancient immortal incarnation who has never awakened?
The power of ancient immortals is mostly passed down to their descendants. If there are no descendants, they will manifest as gods in the people and things associated with them.
Big mahogany…big mahogany…
Mingguang recalled the ancient books about celestial gods that he had read.
Thinking of the large peach tree on Dushuo Mountain, it was planted by the "Emperor of the Earth" himself.
Houtu Niangniang (Empress Houtu) rules over the earth, mountains, rivers, and all realms of Yin and Yang, and is revered as the Mother of the Earth.
Ancient texts record that she possessed profound virtue, diligence, and courage, with a heart that held great ambitions, yet because she controlled Yin and Yang, she felt closeness and compassion for the turbid souls of the underworld…①
If Xiaotaozhi is her incarnation as a deity, then the unity of purity and impurity is commonplace. It seems only natural that she could ascend to the level of a Xuanxian and win the hearts of all living beings in such a short time.
Mingguang was terrified.
He opened his mouth to voice his guess, but when he met Bitao's gentle gaze, he swallowed it all back.
Little Peach Blossom has gone to such lengths to appease him. And all of this is just his wild speculation.
Mingguang himself knew that his thoughts were influenced by the five aggregates and he couldn't control them, so he didn't want to bother Xiaotaozhi with his random thoughts anymore.
So Mingguang smiled and buried his head in Xiaotaozhi's neck.
She whispered, "I'm sleepy."
Mingguang didn't know when he fell asleep.
However, even when he was physically and mentally exhausted, the confusion of the five aggregates did not spare him.
He had a dream in which he dreamt that Little Peach Branch was truly the incarnation of the Earth God, who followed the example of Heaven.
She dreamt that she and Dongjun, who would one day rule over all the demons and monsters of Shangqing Realm, were a perfect match.
But he was just someone who... no matter how hard he tried, he could never catch up, and eventually he became a mortal.
They became a laughingstock in the heavens, unable to return to their mortal realm.
Mingguang was jolted awake by his own presence.
When I woke up, I instinctively reached out to hug Xiao Taozhi, but I found nothing.
The bedding was already cold, so the person beside me must have been gone for a long time.
The room was pitch black; not a single lamp was lit.
Darkness amplifies fear, while the light alone can send a cold sweat through your body in the blink of an eye.
The terrifying feeling of this nightmare returning made him get out of bed and walk outside without even putting on his shoes.
It is the middle of the night.
Bitao was worried that Mingguang, who had slept all day, would be hungry when he woke up, so she went to get him a midnight snack.
When he returned to his own door, he was stopped by Dongjun, who appeared out of nowhere.
Mingguang ran to the door and was about to push it open when he heard Bitao and Dongjun talking, and stopped in his tracks.
Dongjun said to Bitao, "I can't persuade my brother. He's confused, but that doesn't mean the Golden Crow clan can be played with by you."
"If you separate from him peacefully, I will forgive you for everything you have done in the past."
"Otherwise, even if you ascend to a higher position after your death, the Shangqing Realm and the Taiqing Realm are mutually supervising realms. Under the command of the Shangyuan God True Man who is in charge of criminal law in the Shangqing Realm, if I want to cause you trouble, you will find it difficult to have peace."
"You probably don't want to experience my master's Myriad Laws Breaking Eye. As for the power of an adult Golden Crow, you... you'll probably only get to experience it once in your life."
Bitao, carrying a food box, looked at Dongjun, the "roadblock" in front of her.
Upon closer inspection, the way he looked at me truly showed no "affection."
All that remained was hatred.
He truly did as he said, only wanting to rescue Mingguang from the "fire pit" called Bitao.
He didn't hesitate to threaten Bitao with his master and the power he relied on most.
Um.
Bitao was actually quite satisfied with him.
He truly loved Mingguang, so she wouldn't make things difficult for him.
Bitao said, "I act with integrity and have nothing to hide from others. So what if I have experienced the power of the All-Seeing Eye to Refute Delusion? Could the Supreme God really fabricate something I did not do?"
In fact, Bitao was terrified.
Her overall mindset is one of shame.
But Bitao raised her head and looked at Dongjun defiantly, saying, "I don't know how powerful you are, but I do know that if you dare to lay a hand on me, you will lose a dear younger brother."
Dongjun: "..."
He opened his mouth, feeling as if a large stone was stuck in his throat.
In fact, he was sent down to protect Bitao.
By disturbing Bitao, he will not only lose a beloved younger brother, but also a dignified mother.
Dongjun couldn't help but reach out and rub his face.
Having dealt with demons and monsters for so many years and witnessed the wickedness of human nature, he had never felt so helpless against a single person as he did at this moment.
This peach is really shameless.
Who are they destined to be?
Aren't they destined enemies?
Since threats are ineffective, bribery will suffice.
Then Dongjun's expression changed, and he smiled wickedly.
"Why are you so fixated on my brother? Aren't I stronger than him?"
Mingguang, barefoot, stood inside the door at that moment. Upon hearing Dongjun's words, his figure almost completely disappeared into the darkness.
The city of Luofan forbids spiritual activity, and one's five senses will degenerate to the point of being no different from those of an ordinary person.
The two people outside the door were completely unaware that Mingguang was only separated by a door and was listening quietly.
Dongjun thought that as long as he could get Mingguang out of trouble, he wouldn't hesitate to bring Bitao, a "wicked creature" just like himself, with him.
He definitely didn't have any feelings for her anymore.
He only regarded her as raising a "beast of lust." She stirred up the world in Taiqing Realm, which Dongjun thought was just because the people in Taiqing Realm were too rigid and conservative.
If we take her to the Shangqing Realm and throw her into those demon realms, how much trouble could she possibly cause, or how could she possibly turn the world upside down?
If she truly has the ability to overthrow the Qingjing Heaven, Dongjun is willing to serve her with his whip and stirrups.
Therefore, Dongjun said, "Didn't you say you wanted to stand at the very top of the nine heavens?"
"What's the point of being at the very top of the Nine Heavens? Look at my father, the Azure Nether Immortal Emperor. His five elements are all contained within the sundial. He's practically no longer a human being. He only cares about the common people and has completely lost himself. Do you want to become like that?"
"Why don't you come to my side? I promise to help you. Just try climbing to the top of Qingjing."
"The true realm of Shangqing Realm is the real realm of carefree ease and joy."
"There, true lords do not suppress their personal desires. As long as you have the ability, even if you turn all the demons and monsters in the myriad realms of Shangqing Realm into your own harem, no one will dare to question it."
"How about it?"
"Stay away from my brother, and I swear to the heavens that I will do anything to help you ascend to a high position in the Taiqing Realm."
Bitao's eyebrows were raised high.
Wow.
Dongjun has really gone all out.
It seems he has a really bad impression of himself, and he's willing to risk his own position to get her away from Mingguang?
Or... he's just like the Eastern King Duke, always eager to watch the drama unfold, completely indifferent to the lives and deaths of all living beings in the Shangqing Realm.
Bitao was indeed one in ten thousand tempted.
Dongjun noticed her moved expression and continued, "Moreover, the power of the immortals in the Taiqing Realm is incomparable to that of the True Monarchs in the Shangqing Realm."
"Think about it, the power of the immortal race comes from all the worlds, while the human race is born in the morning and dies in the evening, and can forget an immortal position in a hundred years."
"The demons in the Shangqing Realm are all ancient monsters who can live for thousands or tens of thousands of years, and their descendants are endless. If they believe in a True Lord, the power they can bring to that True Lord is beyond your imagination."
Bitao sneered inwardly.
Humans, indeed, are neither as powerful nor as long-lived as demons.
Dongjun's golden eyes, tinged with rust, gazed at Bitao.
He added, "If you agree, I can also ask my master to accept you as his last disciple."
"To help you cultivate the Eye of Seeing Through All Illusions."
"You're so intelligent. If you master this, you'll be able to do whatever you want in the entire Heavenly Realm."
Bitao thought to herself, "What a huge pie has fallen from the sky!"
It hit her right on the head.
Did the Supreme God truly know that he was about to have another disciple?
The True Lords of Shangqing Realm are indeed powerful, but Bitao was born in Taiqing Realm, has the heart of all living beings, and is a celestial being supported by the human race of all realms. How could she abandon her responsibilities and run to Shangqing Realm to live a carefree life?
After hearing a "beautiful story," Bitao thought that Mingguang couldn't sleep any longer and that she had to wake him up to eat something.
Then, under Dongjun's watchful gaze, he switched the food box to his other hand and unleashed his ultimate attack on Dongjun.
Of course, it's not about cutting someone into a thousand pieces.
—It is a lustful demon incarnate.
She said, "Actually, I don't care whether it's Taiqing Realm or Shangqing Realm."
"Leaving your brother isn't necessarily a bad thing..."
Mingguang, inside the door, clenched his fists tightly. Even if he wanted to open his mouth to interrupt Bitao, he couldn't make a sound.
He felt his internal organs burning, his head spinning, and he could hardly distinguish between reality and dreams.
When Bitao said this, Dongjun was about to breathe a sigh of relief.
Bitao replied, "But I am a womanizer and cannot live without your brother because he is really good in bed."
"And look in the mirror, you should know how unparalleled he is in appearance."
"Every curve, even that little mole on his chin, hits the bullseye in my heart with perfect precision. It's irresistible..."
Bitao looked at Dongjun and said, "Going with you isn't a bad idea. Are you better than him in bed?"
"Let me try it first?"
Dongjun's expression was contorted.
He was a tyrannical and wicked madman, but his "madness" did not include the kind of thing Bitao described.
His very being possessed a self-respecting and modest air, like that of a refined gentleman raised in a scholarly family.
I had my eye on the "little carp" and chased after it to curry favor with it.
The reason why Bitao didn't notice anything unusual about him along the way was precisely because he acted with propriety and restraint.
Especially now that Dongjun knows that Bitao is his younger brother's partner, he is maintaining a "proper" distance from her at the moment.
When Bitao said such things, Dongjun wished he could slap this shameless scoundrel to death!
Then burn her to ashes and scatter them clean!
Was he blind to think she was cute?!
She's absolutely promiscuous!
However, he managed to suppress his temper with great difficulty, and he was surprised that he could actually hold back.
He closed his eyes briefly and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll tell Mingguang all of this?"
Bitao, like a mimicking bird, said, "Aren't you afraid I'll tell Mingguang all this?"
Dongjun turned and left.
If he didn't leave soon, he was afraid he would lose control and strangle Bitao to death.
Bitao turned around and opened the door.
The door opened, and the room was quiet.
Mingguang was still fast asleep in bed.
Bitao lit two dim candles.
He walked to the bedside and called to Mingguang: "Mingguang, wake up. Get up and eat something."
Mingguang couldn't be woken up.
Bitao whispered in his ear, "Get up quickly. Your brother Dongjun just came and wants me to go to Taiqing Realm with him. He's using both threats and bribes."
"If you don't wake up soon, you'll lose your little peach branch."
Mingguang opened his eyes and looked at Bitao with an ambiguous expression in the darkness.
Bitao laughed and said to him, "Luckily, I'm shameless, and he's very proud. He made me run away in just a few words!"
"Come on, eat while I tell you what he said, so it will make your food more palatable."
Bitao walked to the table, fiddled with the food box, and took out the food.
With his back to Mingguang, he said, "Putting everything else aside, your brother really cares about you. He's willing to sacrifice himself so you can escape this sea of suffering, and he's even willing to swear to the heavens to help me become a 'Shangzhen' in the Shangqing Realm, hahaha..."
“After the competition ends and the Heavenly Realm is at peace, I think you two brothers can visit each other more often.”
"He seems like someone with a wicked and difficult personality, but he cares so much about you, so his heart must be just as passionate as yours."
They all clearly crave family affection.
Mingguang would be very happy if he could get along well with Dongjun.
Mingguang got up and sat on the edge of the bed.
They didn't walk towards the little peach branch immediately.
Looking at the little peach branch bathed in warm light, the turbulent emotions that had been surging within him, on the verge of collapse, silently dissipated.
Mingguang swallowed hard.
My throat felt like it had been cut by a knife because of the previous holding my breath and excessive anger.
The warm yellow light emanating from beside Bitao was like the sunlight, like a warm spring, gently covering and engulfing him.
It swept away all his coldness and pain.
Bitao called to him again, "Come here. There are sweet cakes and roasted venison that you like."
"Why aren't you moving? Venison doesn't taste good when it's cold. Are you still half asleep? Dongjun was just outside this door."
"He said he wanted to introduce me to be the disciple of his master, the Supreme God of Origin. He wanted me to cultivate the Eye of All Laws to Break Through Illusions."
"If I really knew how to use that thing, I could strip all the annoying people who have harmed me of their underwear. I'd scare them so much they'd crawl on the ground in fear."
Mingguang walked towards his little peach branch.
As soon as he sat down, Bitao stuffed a soft and sticky sweet cake into his bitter mouth.
"It's glutinous rice cake with sugar and osmanthus. Tomorrow, this inn is going to host a wedding, so they specially made wedding cakes overnight. I had to beg them to give me this plate."
"To share in the joy."
Mingguang's mouth was full of sweetness, and this time it was so sticky that he couldn't open his mouth.
Bitao rested her head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.
He said, "Little sugar cake, eat sugar cake."
Mingguang looked up at Bitao.
With osmanthus-flavored sugar cake stuffed in my mouth, the sweetness traveled all the way to my heart.
But when he looked into Bitao's golden eyes, they welled up with tears!
The glistening liquid slid down her cheeks, gathered on the small red mole on her chin, and then dripped off.
That was a manifestation of his belated, retaliatory love for Xiao Taozhi.
Why couldn't he have broken through the lightning curse earlier and remembered her sooner?
Mingguang had never regretted it so much.
How could he bear to reject her advances so many times?
She's so good... If we could do it all over again, Mingguang would have agreed immediately the first time she asked him.
More than a hundred years have been wasted.
Bitao was stunned.
"Choked?"
She put her hand to Mingguang's lips and tapped his back with her other hand: "Hurry up and spit it out!"
Mingguang grabbed her hand and buried his eyes in the back of her hand.
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