Chapter 205 "Guardian of Loyalty": No destruction, no construction! ...
Bitao wished she could squeeze herself into Mingguang's heart, but the Nine Netherworld Crown of the Netherworld Emperor on her head poked directly into Mingguang's face, forcing him to tilt his head back.
Bitao noticed his movements, chuckled, and distanced herself from him. She looked up at Mingguang with obvious smugness and a desire for praise in her eyes.
Mingguang looked down at Bitao and said in a gentle and sincere voice, "Your robes look beautiful today."
Bitao reached out and removed the crown, then buried her face in Mingguang's arms, wrapping her arms around his back and groping him from head to toe.
Then he said, "It's okay, I haven't lost too much weight."
Mingguang smoothed down Bitao's long, loose hair after she removed her hair crown and said, "You've lost weight."
"Mmm-hmm!" said Bitao, "I've been working so hard these past few days, getting up earlier than the chickens, sleeping later than the dogs, and working harder than a donkey!"
Mingguang couldn't help but chuckle, so he lowered his head and rubbed his nose against Bitao's.
The two were deeply in love and had been separated for two months. This one encounter immediately set them on an unstoppable trajectory.
They nearly knocked over the oven before finally stopping, panting, their faces flushed and lips moist.
Mingguang cupped Bitao's nape in his hand and lowered his head to kiss her again, his kisses gentle and tender, yet restrained and brief.
He said breathlessly, "Eat first, the pig's trotters are ready. They'll burn if we wait any longer."
Whether the pig's trotters were burnt or not, Bitao didn't know, but her eyes were somewhat unfocused.
It's been so long since they've been intimate! Is Mingguang heartless?! How could she stop at a time like this?! She's already overflowing with desire!
However, the aroma of pig's trotters filled the entire house, and one of passion and appetite had to prevail.
In the end, appetite prevailed.
Bitao planned to satisfy her appetite first, and then use the long night to satisfy other desires.
She and Mingguang finished preparing the food and sat down at the table next to each other. The table was filled with their favorite foods, all meat, with no vegetables at all.
But it doesn't matter. In this life, what we want is just the warmth of everyday life, a guiding light that shines for us, and someone waiting for us to come home.
The two poured themselves two glasses of strong liquor, clinked them together lightly, and drank them down without saying a word.
Then they began to feast.
As Bitao ate her greasy pig's trotters, she still asked Mingguang, "How did you bring these pig's trotters to the Heavenly Realm? Did you have to go through the Five Thunder Formation?"
Once you pass through the Five Thunder Formation, the turbid air will be gone. Without the chaotic smell, it wouldn't taste this good.
Mingguang whispered in her ear, chewing on half a piece of venison, "I used some of the authority that belongs to the 'Celestial Prince'."
"Hahahaha..." Bitao laughed so hard that tears almost came out.
Mingguang had always lived a life of propriety and discipline, but he never expected that the first time he would use his authority as the Crown Prince of Heaven, he would bring pig's trotters to the heavens!
Mingguang took a handkerchief and wiped Bitao's greasy mouth, saying, "Eat slowly, don't rush. I brought back the trotters of dozens of pigs this time, and I sealed them all with an array. That'll be enough for you to eat for a long time..."
Bitao nudged Mingguang's shoulder with her head and said, "How can you be so kind!"
Even better things are yet to come.
After Bitao had eaten and drunk her fill, Mingguang took out a small wooden box, pushed it in front of Bitao, and said, "I was unable to attend your ascension to the Supreme Immortal realm, and I was also unable to witness your ascension to the Great Emperor of Fengdu. This is a belated gift for your advancement."
Bitao waved her hand: "Hey! Don't even mention it. There was no promotion ceremony at all. Daju is such an unreliable thing. He ran away early in the morning the day I took over as Emperor. As soon as I arrived in the Netherworld, I was immediately dragged to work."
"I've been working on this for over two months... Luckily you weren't in the Heavenly Realm during this time, otherwise I wouldn't have had any time to spend with you... Wow!"
Bitao opened the box and exclaimed in surprise, "How beautiful!"
It was an extremely thin, reddish-gold necklace, as fine as a hair, with a small, teardrop-shaped pendant at the very center, about the same size as the small mole on Mingguang's chin, also in gold.
Exquisite and beautiful!
It was strangely well-matched with her Fengdu Emperor's robes.
With her hands covered in oil, Bitao used her little finger to hook the chain out and exclaimed, "It's much prettier than the one my palace maids made for Dahuang!"
Mingguang: "..." He knew that Dahuang was a dog created by Bitao when she became a Grand Immortal.
"Quick, put it on me!"
Bitao hooked a chain with her little finger and presented it to Mingguang, saying, "From now on, I'll be someone who takes care of me, just like Dahuang."
Mingguang, however, did not move.
He saw the purse hanging from Bitao's waist as she leaned towards him; her previous feigned gentleness had vanished completely.
His expression was gloomy, his handsome face so dark it looked like a demon about to claim a life. He stared at the purse for a long while before slowly raising his head, looking at Bitao's happy face, and said, "Dongjun has already told you, hasn't he?"
"I saw him go to find you in the photo frame."
Bitao's smile remained unchanged. Ever since Dongjun came to find her and inexplicably gave her a purse, telling her to always keep it with her, and as soon as she entered the door, Bitao saw "Wei Danxin" suddenly "returning," Bitao knew that Mingguang was definitely up to something tonight.
Or rather, ever since Mingguang climbed out of the Yin-Yang Sundial and was heartbroken when Kunyi took him away for two months, Bitao knew that they would have a big fight sooner or later.
People always need an outlet for their emotions.
Mingguang's father died, and his mother couldn't understand his distress, only thinking he was a coward. His brother was an idiot, and he refused to show his true emotions to his subordinates and servants.
If he keeps holding it in, he'll eventually cause trouble.
As the closest person to him in his life, Bitao was the only person he could confide in, to whom he could not tell outsiders his dark emotions that were "incompatible with him, should not exist, and should not be allowed."
Similarly, Bitao poured out all her worst methods, deepest desires and yearnings on Mingguang.
When Dongjun gave Bitao the purse, Bitao reminded Dongjun that there was a recording array in the Nine Heavens, and any contact they had could be seen by the bright light.
Dongjun is simple-minded, but he is by no means a reckless person who would casually give a woman a purse. If he insisted on giving it to her, it must be related to Mingguang.
Mingguang's temperament is as majestic and reliable as a mountain in times of great difficulty, but in ordinary matters, he is much more difficult to deal with than those Kunyi described or knew.
The two have been fighting since they were little. How could Bitao not know that Mingguang is gentle as water, but he just can't keep a good mouth?
"You saw it all, he left after looking for me." Bitao slowly finished sucking the last piece of pork bone, then put the necklace back and wiped the oil off her hands.
She turned to the side, ready to have a proper conversation with Mingguang.
Then... he was met head-on by Mingguang's magic hand seals, who threw out more than a dozen cleansing spells in one go.
Bitao: "..." Okay, I'll clean up and we'll finish arguing in a bit, so I won't waste time taking a shower.
Bitao smiled at Mingguang and said, "I happen to have something I want to tell you. It's about how I remembered things after the sundial was reset, which led to the creation of events in the world..."
Mingguang interrupted her, asking, "What did Dongjun say to you?"
He suddenly reached out and ripped the purse off Bitao's waist. The action was quite rough.
"He gave you a purse? Don't you know that purses are traditionally tokens of love?" Mingguang said sternly. "You accepted it so readily!"
Mingguang used his spiritual energy to probe and quickly realized that this was not a pouch at all, but something that could untie the soul-binding artifact that bound him!
"Oh……"
Mingguang sneered, looking closely at Bitao, a sinister glint flashing in his crimson-gold pupils.
He said, "No wonder you accepted my gift so readily; you had a plan in mind all along!"
"He must have already told you, this is not a gift at all, it is a soul-binding artifact."
Mingguang simply told Bitao, "I named it 'Two Elements Heart Knot,' which was made from the hair and souls we tied during our second competition. There are two in total. Once we wear them, our souls will be linked and bound together, sharing the same pain and suffering. If one of us dies, the other will suffer a soul tearing apart and will never be able to survive alone."
Mingguang tugged at his collar, revealing an identical necklace around his neck.
However, the one he gave to Bitao was crimson gold, while the one he wore close to his throat was a dark green, the color of Bitao's spiritual light.
Bitao glanced at it... and it was actually quite pretty.
A small, teardrop-shaped pendant hung on his slender neck. As he spoke excitedly and swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbed, causing the pendant to sway back and forth... making Bitao's eyes blur.
I just wanted to go up and take a bite.
It looks even more delicious than pig's trotters.
Bitao had a premonition that this little pendant would become her favorite thing after Mingguang's little red pendant.
After all, this was a mark that penetrated deep into the soul, and Mingguang didn't even need her to deceive him; he obediently put it on.
Moreover, the "terrifying" effects of wearing these two chains were of no concern to Bitao; in fact, she was quite excited about them.
She has the same strong desire for control as Mingguang. If she were to die first, she would never wish Mingguang to find another love. She would definitely try to take him with her!
Isn't this perfect?
This necklace also has the ability to empathize, so that if one of them is seriously injured in the future, they can share the burden.
But... empathy?
Bitao asked in confusion, "Do you empathize with everything?"
Can it also feel like that during intimacy?!
Bitao's thoughts immediately wandered, so much so that she became restless and wanted to quickly put on the necklace to try it out.
However, Mingguang was so engrossed in his "terrifying and insane" plan that he couldn't extricate himself.
He said, "That's right, wear it, and from now on we'll share both glory and ruin. Little Peach Branch, you provoked me first, are you scared?"
He said, "I went to Shangqing Realm to find Dongjun and asked him to forge a magical artifact to bind you. He really couldn't bear to see you bound, so..."
Mingguang almost blurted out something inappropriate. He wanted to say that Dongjun was still thinking about his destined person and his little peach branch!
But he still retained some rationality and did not say it.
He smashed the purse to pieces with a divine strike! The shredded cloth scattered like petals above their heads.
Then Mingguang pushed the box towards Bitao again and said, "Put it on."
Only when someone is willing can they wear this "Two Elements Heart Knot".
Looking into Mingguang's bright, golden eyes, Bitao could not suppress the crimson glint within them. Through those eyes, which could see directly into the laws of heaven and earth, she could see the long-standing blockage in his heart meridian.
The Heavenly Dao of Myriad Realms took him away for two months, but how come it made him feel depressed instead?
Bitao pondered for a moment whether she would be able to resolve his frustration if she went along with him and coaxed him.
Thinking it over and over, it all seems too slow.
Mingguang was always preoccupied with his thoughts, and this pent-up frustration seemed to have been brewing for a long time.
A suspicious and overthinking person is not easily warmed up; it's better to just "smash them"!
No destruction, no construction!
Bitao decided to give him a nudge and help him break free from his depression.
So Bitao solemnly asked Mingguang, "What if I said I don't want to wear it?"
Mingguang froze, his eyelashes trembling violently.
He stared at Bitao, and for a moment his eyes filled with mist and tears, looking as if he was about to cry.
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