Chapter 154 My Love is Only For You
After Dongjun stormed off in anger, Bitao returned to her room and saw Mingguang still sleeping soundly.
She quickly stripped herself naked, crawled into the blankets, and climbed onto Mingguang's chest.
She simultaneously extended her index finger and thumb, prying open his eyelids: "You're still pretending!"
"Dongjun's innate skill is teleportation. He left the warehouse door before me and came here specifically to wake you up, just so you could hear him reveal my true colors?"
Bitao chuckled softly, then whispered in Mingguang's ear, "Now that my true colors have been revealed, how about it? Are you scared?"
As Bitao spoke, she pulled her hand under the covers and tickled Mingguang's itchy spot.
"Prepare to die!" Bitao said while tickling him, making a sound effect, "Giggle giggle giggle giggle!"
Mingguang held on for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He opened his golden eyes, took Bitao's hand from under the covers, and kissed it.
He stared at her for a moment, then said, "Little Peach Branch... you don't really need to defend me like this."
"I don't like you using such a self-degrading way to seek pity for me."
Mingguang frowned: "What I dislike even more is that those immortals on the Silver River, after hearing these things, do not understand the reasons behind them, and then attack and belittle you."
Bitao smiled nonchalantly: "Then you're mistaken. I'm not the same person I was back then. I have just as many supporters as you now. I'll make a bet with you: after we pass away, let's trace back to the Milky Way together. On the Milky Way, there will definitely be more people speaking up for me."
In this world, the strong always reign supreme. Even if Bitao really manages to kill Mingguang in this star realm, after she passes away and attains the position of Supreme Immortal, she will only rise to fame and ascend to the heavens in one step.
Bitao said, "And what does this mean by self-degradation? This is just the truth."
"It's true that I used you, and it's also true that we had a childhood friendship. Which of my words is false?" Even if some parts were exaggerated, what Bitao said was indeed true.
"Hmm...maybe it's not very realistic for me to say that the Heavenly Dao of the Myriad Realms won't seal your memories, since the two of us already have 248 children."
Bitao counted on her fingers: "Even if we started having children as soon as you grew up, the combined time is only 237 years, which is indeed not enough to have 248 children..."
Mingguang's expression was indescribable; the 248 children were simply a "dark past" he couldn't bear to recall.
But Bitao teased him relentlessly: "That's not right either. We can do it too. Think about it, it takes 90 years for a fairy to give birth to a child, but if we go to the mortal world and give birth while doing our official duties, we can do it."
"Ignoring the time difference between the celestial realm and the mortal realm, we can have one child a year and then have several sets of twins."
Mingguang tilted his head back slightly and bumped it against the pillow.
He died briefly because of this statement.
At the same time, he reached out and covered Bitao's mouth.
Bitao, however, parted the pieces, her eyes wide as if she had just realized something, and continued, "Ah! You and your brother...maybe you're twins?!"
Mingguang: "..."
"How can twins be hundreds of years apart?"
Mingguang touched Bitao's face, stroked her chin, and pinched her cheeks again, making her beak look like a chicken's beak. He lifted his head from the pillow and stared at Bitao seriously, saying, "Don't change the subject. I don't want you to slander yourself again. I'm not pitiful."
Mingguang said, "Since I have enjoyed the nurturing and preferential treatment of the future Immortal Emperor since I was a child, it is only natural for me to take on the responsibilities."
“I don’t feel wronged at all… As for my mother and father, it’s true that they weren’t gentle and loving enough as parents. But that’s just their personality.”
"My mother is a just and upright celestial being in charge of the Heavenly Dao of all realms, and my father is a Celestial Emperor who guards the sundial and protects the peace of all living beings in all realms. They are both celestial masters who are revered by all."
"For an immortal, great love is far more important than personal love."
"Stop!" Bitao mumbled a curse.
He pried open Mingguang's hand and pinched Mingguang's lips with his fingers.
She adopted a stance of debating with him: "Let's set aside the question of whether immortals should practice great love or small love."
"The immortals should love all living beings. Aren't you one of them? If you are one of them, they should love you. Moreover, they gave you life and bestowed upon you a responsibility that you had no choice in."
"No matter what your parents' reasons were, they did owe you something emotionally, and they weren't necessarily very forgiving of your brother either. Otherwise, why would he run off with someone just because of a story?"
"Although I haven't seen any trace of the Supreme God these days, I can always feel that he is by my side. He truly loves Dongjun, which is why Dongjun has developed his current personality. Impulsive and easily angered, he acts without considering the consequences. If he is not born a bad seed, he is a typical spoiled child. Because there is always someone behind them who takes responsibility for the trouble they cause."
"You're so naive, thinking it's all perfectly normal. Indifference is a cruel form of violence without leaving a wound. But you have to speak up for them to know you're wronged."
Mingguang's chest rose and fell slowly, his eyes fixed on Bitao, and he said, "But I have you."
"You said that my emotions come from and are expressed through you."
Bitao smiled upon hearing this, raising her eyebrows and saying, "But when you listen to me, don't just listen to half of what I say; you also need to understand the other half that I haven't told you."
"You are both the source and the outlet of all my emotions."
"After all, I'm just a bastard, I don't even have any parents or relatives, I only have you."
Mingguang hugged Bitao tightly, waves of excitement washing over him. His five senses burned intensely, consuming his internal organs and leaving him utterly devoid of reason.
He hooked his arm around Bitao's waist under the covers, turned her around, and buried his head in her neck, his hair intertwining with her long hair like a knot.
He suddenly felt as if he were sinking into lava, drowning in abundant and passionate love.
The world is a tapestry of rising and setting suns, yin and yang, day and night, just like them at this moment.
It was a natural, perfect match, as if they had existed for each other since birth.
Bitao embraced Mingguang, switched places with him, kissed his chin, and asked haltingly, "If I said you were my...puppet, would you...be willing?"
Upon hearing this, Mingguang's infatuated eyes cleared for a moment.
He stood high above, his waist like that of a hunting leopard, his posture during the charge and hunt was so fierce and invincible that it could tear everything apart.
He raised his long, thick eyebrows, which flew into his messy sideburns.
His deep, magnetic voice, suppressed and restrained, made people's bones melt when he chuckled. It was rare for him to show any arrogance or unruliness on his face. After all, he was now a "child" who was excessively pampered by others.
He said to Bitao, "Little Peach Branch, if you want me to be a puppet, then you must also be my puppet."
I didn't get a good night's sleep.
Early the next morning, all the spirit ships gathered outside Luofan City. The spirit ships, which blotted out the sky, hung in mid-air, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.
On the spirit boat, formations flowed, spiritual light soared into the sky, banners fluttered, and the wind and clouds changed color.
At Bitao's command, the spirit boats rose up, shooting out streaks of light. The array runes on the boats resembled the wings of a flying crane, soaring into the sky.
On the main spirit boat, Bitao stood at the bow and watched the procession churning through the clouds for a while.
Once everyone's excitement subsided and they stopped subconsciously looking in her direction, Bitao yawned and slumped onto the deck.
Not far away, Mingguang, with his wide robes billowing, lit a spiritual fire and was roasting pig's trotters for Bitao.
Zhan Kui looked at Ming Guang's lowered, gentle eyes and wondered if Ming Guang had become so gentle and virtuous now.
Beside Bitao, Zhan Kui, who was just as limp as her, rolled to her side. The two of them stared at each other without saying a word.
They look like they're about to kiss.
In reality, there are some things that are not easy to say in front of Yin Hangu.
They were communicating with their eyes.
Bitao squinted slightly—had problems been discovered in the inheritance?
Zhan Kui's eyes darted around—No, I've checked myself many times already.
Bitao frowned – “If there’s no problem, why did you come to see me recently? Why did you leave as soon as I said I was busy?”
Given Zhan Kui's personality, she never cared whether Bi Tao was available or not.
Zhan Kui blinked upon hearing this.
This time she didn't use her eyes, since the eyes can't convey very complex information.
Zhan Kui leaned close to Bi Tao and whispered in her ear, "Tao Tao, I may have found a love as earth-shattering as Xuan Jia's!"
Bitao: "Hmm?"
“Guanghan has been very clingy lately,” Zhan Kui said. “She’s even keeping an eye on me.”
"He wouldn't let me look at other men. He kept a close watch on me every day, and at night he would keep me so exhausted that he wouldn't stop. He said that if I was full and didn't have the strength to get out of bed, I wouldn't be eyeing other men while eating what was in my bowl."
Bitao: ...Why does this sound so familiar?
Zhan Kui continued, "Didn't you send him last night to calculate the directions and arrange the boats in formation?"
"He didn't have to come back before dawn, but he insisted on rushing back to pick me up. He even bit my lips until they were swollen, saying that he missed me so much after just one night that his heart ached..."
"So annoying."
She kept saying "So annoying," but she was actually so beautiful she was practically snotting up from her nose.
Bitao never expected that she would be caught off guard and have Zhan Kui show off to her.
It turns out that Zhan Kui's attitude wasn't unusual; he was just worried about whether Bi Tao was available.
Rather, Zhan Kui himself was not available.
She was busy spending all her time with Guanghan and had no time to pay attention to Bitao.
Guanghan and Zhankui are both frivolous people, and now that they've actually developed feelings for each other, Bitao can't even imagine how far their frivolous relationship can go.
Sure enough, Zhan Kui quickly whispered in Bi Tao's ear, "He also promised me that when he passes away, he would be willing to try out my original form."
Zhan Kui sprawled out on the bamboo mat spread on the deck, twisting and turning, and said, "He actually agreed to something like this? I told you long ago that he loves me to death."
Bitao: "..." The original form?
Mingguang... Mingguang's doesn't seem to work.
Before she even got started, the Golden Crow's original form was already scorched and turned into charcoal, right?
What about semi-transformation?
Speaking of the bird race, their... well, they come in many forms, the most outrageous of which is the spiral.
When girlfriends talk together, it's easy to lose all sense of boundaries. Zhan Kui's word "original form" sent Bi Tao's thoughts soaring to the heavens.
Just as Zhan Kui was about to say more about how clingy, domineering, and jealous Guang Han was, a shadow suddenly fell over his head.
She opened her eyes and her sticky smile froze.
Mingguang, standing against the sunlight, looked down at her disheveled, sprawled posture and frowned slightly.
Although Mingguang did not interfere with Xiaotaozhi's relationship with Zhankui, he disliked her dissolute and unrestrained behavior, which led Xiaotaozhi astray.
Zhan Kui felt a chill run down his spine under Ming Guang's gaze, realizing that his earlier impression of Ming Guang's gentleness must have been a huge misconception!
Mingguang clearly possessed a stunningly beautiful face, yet her soul was as cold as frost and as pure as snow, making those who looked upon her feel as if they had fallen into an icy abyss. In battle, just by standing there, her mere appearance could deter enemy troops for three hundred miles!
Zhan Kui rolled two and a half times on the spot, squatted down, and then got up and walked away, saying as he went, "Um, Peach, I'm going to pee..."
"Huh?" Bitao lay on the ground and turned her head to look.
Mingguang had already grabbed her arm and pulled her up.
"The pig's trotters are ready, come and eat."
"Today's drink is iced plum wine, not strong, but very refreshing."
Bitao stood up, looked at Mingguang, squinted her eyes, and whispered in his ear, "Can you have intercourse with people in your original form?"
Mingguang was leading her along when he heard this and stumbled, taking two big steps before regaining his balance. He almost knelt on the deck!
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