Chapter 263 If tonight's events are also a trap set by you, I'm willing to fall into it (Meng Po VS Senior Brother)
"This is so, so touching! Waaah..."
Horse-faced was the first to break down. He wailed as he lightly landed on the roof of the palace. He rushed over to grab Lin Yanxin's hand, but Lin Yanxin dodged him with a look of utter disbelief.
Horse-faced didn't mind, sobbing, "Master Lin! I... I misunderstood you! It turns out you're not a heartless man, but a true hero who bears heavy burdens!"
"This is much more profound than those sentimental love words! I'm so moved!"
Niu Tou also landed on the roof of the palace with Zhang Qingyuan, and chimed in, "Hmm! What a fine man! Even I, Old Niu, feel a pang of envy."
Zhang Qingyuan's eyes were filled with a completely new understanding of Lin Yanxin. He straightened his Taoist robe and cleared his throat:
"Fellow Daoist Lin, I underestimated you. You are a man of responsibility!"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
She looked at the three eavesdroppers in front of her, then turned to look at Lin Yanxin next to her, whose face seemed to say, "I want to jump into the River of Oblivion" and "I really can't stay in Fengdu."
For a moment, I didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.
She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice calm, but the corner of her mouth still twitched involuntarily:
"When...did you arrive? How much of what you heard?"
Horse-faced immediately stopped his fake howling and put on a fawning expression. "Your Majesty! I was originally going to supervise the rush to make the wedding clothes, but I saw that Abbot Lin was in a bad mood, so I thought I'd come along and see if she needed any help."
"As a result... I accidentally overheard the whole thing..."
His voice grew softer and softer as he spoke.
Lin Yanxin finally regained some of his senses from the shock of the massacre. He pointed at Horse-Face and Ox-Head, his fingers trembling:
"You...you Netherworld beings, don't you have any privacy at all?!"
Ox-Head scratched his head sheepishly: "We...we were just concerned about you, Abbot Lin. Look, aren't you much better now? Everyone understands you!"
Zhang Qingyuan nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Fellow Daoist Lin, doesn't it make you feel better to say it out loud? And..."
He glanced in the direction of Meng Guichen's palace, lowered his voice, and said encouragingly, "Now that times have changed, there's still room for reconciliation in our relationship!"
Lin Yanxin was still immersed in the shame and indignation of being forced to be publicly executed, and her mind was in a mess.
Zhang Qingyuan's words suddenly pierced his chaotic thoughts like a ray of light.
etc…
Lin Yanxin grabbed Ma Mian, who was about to continue expressing his feelings, her eyes narrowing slightly, flashing with annoyance:
"Horse-faced demon, tell me the truth! Did you lead us past the Forgotten River Library on purpose?!"
"Were those words also said specifically for me to hear?!"
"ah?!"
Horse-faced froze instantly, his large eyes darting around, daring not to look at Lin Yanxin, and he began to mutter incoherently:
"Master Lin, what are you saying? I don't understand..."
"Oh dear! The wind is so strong tonight! It's making my ears ring, and I can't hear anything..."
Before he could finish speaking, he took advantage of Lin Yanxin's momentary distraction and slipped his arm.
The entire ghost turned into a wisp of green smoke with a whoosh and disappeared from the rooftop.
The speed was so fast that only a blur remained, along with the words, "Your Majesty, please forgive me! Little Ma suddenly remembered that I have urgent business to attend to!"
"..."
Lin Yanxin's hands were suddenly empty, and she was so angry that her teeth itched.
Seeing this, the bull's eyes widened, and it immediately raised its two hooves to its chest, shaking them wildly, its head bobbing like a rattle drum.
"It's none of my business! It's none of my business! I'm an honest ox! I don't know anything! I just followed Horse-Face!"
"Your Majesty, I suddenly realized that the wedding banquet dishes haven't been prepared! Farewell!"
After saying that, he imitated Horse-Face, turning into a wisp of green smoke with a "poof" and hurriedly slipping away.
On the rooftop, only Shen Yuepo, Lin Yanxin, and Zhang Qingyuan remained.
Seeing her senior brother's gritted teeth, Shen Yuepo couldn't help but smile.
She stood up, patted Lin Yanxin on the shoulder, and said in a relaxed tone:
"Looks like you've found your direction. That's good. I have to go now."
Lin Yanxin was currently preoccupied with how to settle scores with Meng Guichen, and upon hearing this, she waved her hand dismissively:
"Go away! Get out of the way! Don't get in the way!"
This is a classic case of using someone and then discarding them.
Shen Yuepo was not annoyed. He chuckled and, with a few leaps, descended from the rooftop.
Only Lin Yanxin and Zhang Qingyuan remained on the rooftop.
Seeing that Shen Yuepo had left and the two troublesome ghost messengers had also slipped away, Zhang Qingyuan immediately felt that this place was not a good place to stay.
He chuckled dryly, intending to slip away as well: "Um... Fellow Daoist Lin, it's getting late... uh, the stars are illuminating the night, I'll go back to meditate and regulate my breathing first, and we'll meet again tomorrow..."
"Old Zhang!" Lin Yanxin wasn't about to let him get away. With quick reflexes, she grabbed Zhang Qingyuan's Taoist robe sleeve and pulled him back.
Zhang Qingyuan stumbled and almost fell, his face contorted in pain. "Fellow Daoist Lin, is there anything else?"
He had a bad feeling.
Lin Yanxin gripped him tightly and said quickly, "Old Zhang! Look, the ghosts of Fengdu are all incredibly cunning!"
"Horse-faced and Ox-headed Demons are accomplices, and Shen Tu is just a prop! They have many ideas and great power, and they've teamed up to scheme against me!"
"You're my only helper from the human world, and you're one of my own! You understand me! You're loyal and devoted!"
"You have to help me!" Lin Yanxin said firmly, with an air of camaraderie. "You can't let me fight them all by myself! Can you bear to see me get played like this?"
Zhang Qingyuan: "..."
He suddenly felt as if he had been inexplicably tethered to a pirate ship.
Moreover, this boat... looks like it could capsize easily.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, how can I help?" Zhang Qingyuan was on the verge of tears. He was an honest Daoist, how could he know about these complicated matters of love and affection?
"Don't worry about how we can help!" Lin Yanxin pulled him to sit down on the rooftop, as if they were about to have a long talk by candlelight.
"Two cobblers are as good as one Zhuge Liang! Let's analyze the situation and make a plan!"
Zhang Qingyuan glanced at the direction of Meng Guichen's palace in the distance, then at Lin Yanxin beside him who was rubbing her hands together in anticipation. He sighed silently and resignedly sat down as well.
The next day, Lin Yanxin changed her dejected and evasive behavior from the previous two days and began to wander around Fengdu.
He no longer avoided the paths where he might encounter Meng Guichen, and even intentionally or unintentionally wandered around Shen Tu's temple a few more times.
He noticed that Shen Tu seemed really busy, and he almost never saw him appear in the same frame as Meng Guichen again.
Zhang Qingyuan, on the other hand, took advantage of his honest and sincere personality to lower the ghosts' guard and took the initiative to approach the ghost officials who managed the Wangchuan Library and the Yin soldiers who took care of the flower sea.
Zhang Qingyuan did these things without any psychological burden, and even enjoyed them. He quickly became familiar with several of the lower-level ghost officers.
The opportunity came soon.
According to information that Zhang Qingyuan overheard from the ghost soldiers in the Flower Sea.
Every evening at dusk, Meng Guichen would go alone to a small pavilion deep in the sea of red spider lilies to check the list of souls that had passed away that day.
That was her designated time to be alone.
Beneath the deep blue sky, a vibrant sea of red spider lilies blooms.
Lin Yanxin "coincidentally" strolled to the vicinity of the flower sea and "accidentally" took the wrong path, wandering into the depths of the flower sea.
When he appeared in a Taoist robe not far from the pavilion, Meng Guichen, who was leaning against the pavilion and pondering over the jade book, was obviously taken aback.
She hadn't expected Lin Yanxin to show up here on her own initiative.
And... he seems calm and collected?
Lin Yanxin didn't turn around and leave as usual; it was as if he was really just passing by.
When he saw Meng Guichen, he paused, gave a polite but distant smile, and nodded as a greeting.
Then, he turned his back to the pavilion, looked at the boundless sea of flowers, and took a deep breath.
It was as if he were talking to himself, yet the volume was just loud enough for those in the pavilion to hear. (A sigh follows.)
"With a pure and tranquil mind, lotus flowers bloom everywhere. I used to think this was just empty talk, but now, standing here looking at this sea of flowers, I understand it a little better."
His unusual demeanor contrasted sharply with his restlessness of the previous two days.
Meng Guichen was stunned and didn't react for a moment.
After Lin Yanxin finished speaking, she didn't linger, as if she really was just admiring the scenery, and then leisurely left along another path.
Meng Guichen watched his retreating figure, her beautiful face showing a slight furrow in her brows.
Something's not right.
According to her script, this blockhead should be even more anxious and insecure right now, wishing he could rush up to her and question her immediately.
Why did I calm down instead?
Meng Guichen jumped to his feet, muttering to himself, "Has this bastard become intelligent?!"
The gates of hell are dimly lit.
Meng Guichen looked at the horse-faced woman's face, which was full of guilt, and glanced around, but dared not meet her gaze.
"Tell me," Meng Guichen said, his voice devoid of emotion. "What's wrong with Lin Yanxin? His reaction is strange."
"Huh? Abbot Lin? He's doing well, isn't he? He can eat and sleep well, and he seems to be having a great time with Master Zhang..." Horse-faced tried to play dumb, his voice growing softer and softer.
Meng Guichen's eyes shimmered, and her red lips parted slightly: "Horse-face, will you tell me yourself, or will I wait for me to invite the Ghost Emperor over so he can help you recall?"
Horse-face trembled as he recalled Lord Shen Tu's seemingly smiling yet incredibly intimidating figure, and instantly all sense of loyalty vanished from his mind.
“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” Horse-face immediately recounted everything that had happened on the roof of the palace the previous night.
As Meng Guichen listened, a hint of annoyance flashed in her charming phoenix eyes.
"Emperor and Empress!" She raised a hand to rub her temples, gritting her teeth as she whispered, "Why did you have to wake him up at this time?!"
There wasn't much blame in his tone, but rather a hint of annoyance at his plans being disrupted.
She thought she only needed a few more sparks to succeed, but the Emperor and Empress directly overturned one corner of the chessboard.
Horse-faced was afraid of being blamed, so he didn't say anything.
After a moment of silence, Meng Guichen smiled coldly, feeling as if he had met his match.
“Now that our trump card has been seen through…” Her voice was calm, with a sense of desperation, “then there’s no need for further roundabout methods. Let’s use the most direct, and also the most dangerous, move.”
Horse-face asked cautiously, "What move?"
Meng Guichen turned around, the light and shadow falling on her bright face, "To be reborn from the ashes."
She spoke slowly, enunciating each word clearly: "Didn't he start planning a counterattack? Then let him think that everything is really over, that there's no room left to struggle."
She tilted her head slightly, as if considering the details, but her tone became increasingly resolute: "Cut off all possible thoughts and push him to the brink of emotional despair."
"Either he gives up completely and they go their separate ways, then that will be the end of the matter. I, Meng Guichen, am not someone who can't let go."
She paused, a sharp glint in her eyes, "Only in the face of absolute despair will the true feelings he has suppressed for so many years be forced out completely, leaving no room for concealment."
"Whether we gather or disperse will be the true test then."
This move is indeed dangerous.
If you play it right, you might actually see the light at the end of the tunnel; if you mess it up, it could mean a complete break, never to see each other again in this lifetime.
Horse-face felt a chill run down his spine, thinking that Lady Meng Po's love life was even more terrifying than suppressing a rebellion of evil spirits in the eighteen levels of hell.
"Then...should I subtly reveal something to Abbot Lin?"
He suddenly became very enthusiastic, his gossip spirit burning brightly.
Meng Guichen shook his head, "This time, I don't need your help anymore. I've had enough of this roundabout way. I'll go myself."
"Huh?" Horse-faced was taken aback. "You...you're going in person? When?"
"Now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Guichen's figure turned into a wisp of green smoke.
Horse-faced stood frozen in place, then his eyes darted around and he immediately pulled out his phone to call Shen Tu.
Soon, Shen Tu's lazy yet slightly impatient voice came from inside:
"What is it? I'm currently checking the Red Armor Ghost Guard formation for tomorrow's wedding banquet, I'm very busy."
There could also be the clanging sounds of armor clashing in the background.
Horse-face immediately lowered his voice, his tone full of urging, "Ghost Emperor, some huge gossip! Do you want to see it? It's about Lady Meng Po and the Empress's Senior Brother Lin! Right now! Over at the guest courtyard where Abbot Lin is staying!"
The sounds of clashing armor from Shen Tu's side seemed to pause for a moment, then his voice held a hint of interest: "Oh? Is Meng Po finally going to get serious?"
"Yes, yes!" Horse-face quickly seized the opportunity. "Lord Ghost Emperor, your magic is profound and your supernatural powers are vast! Could you take me with you? With my meager skills, I'd be discovered immediately if I tried to get close on my own!"
"Thanks to your amazing abilities in concealing your presence, we were able to see and hear clearly! Hehe..."
He gave a fawning, goofy laugh, while his mind was racing with his own calculations.
Such a dramatic emotional drama of the year, wouldn't you regret it for centuries if you missed it?
Shen Tu seemed to chuckle softly on the other end, with a hint that he had seen through your little scheme long ago, but he didn't refuse, "Wait."
...
Tonight is the night before Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin's wedding.
The entire underworld was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and lanterns woven from underworld silk hung in the palaces and corridors everywhere.
The reflection made the city, which was perpetually shrouded in darkness, less somber and more festive.
At this moment, Lin Yanxin was completely unaware of the impending storm.
He lay alone on the roof of the side hall of the guest courtyard, his arms behind his head, gazing at the vast night sky unique to the underworld, his mind in turmoil.
Last night, I talked with Zhang Qingyuan for half the night and came up with several so-called counterattack plans.
But when I actually lay down and thought about it, I felt that each one was pretentious and clumsy, far less satisfying and straightforward than drawing talismans with a sword back then.
"It really is beautiful..." he murmured unconsciously.
This eerie scenery, mysterious yet captivating, is like...like a certain woman.
Just then, his senses stirred, and he subconsciously sat up and looked in the direction he sensed.
At the other end of the palace roof, Meng Guichen was already standing quietly.
She wore a simple, plain-colored dress, and her long hair was not styled much, just loosely tied up.
A faint breeze stirred her skirt and hair, and her face held none of her usual playfulness, only a serene expression.
Those captivating eyes, now like the calm waters of the River of Oblivion, stared straight at him.
Lin Yanxin's heart tightened for no reason, and her throat went dry.
He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Meng Guichen spoke first.
"Lin Yanxin, let's break up."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Yanxin's expression froze completely.
It was as if they hadn't heard clearly, or perhaps they couldn't believe what they had heard.
Meng Guichen didn't give him time to process it, and continued in a calm tone:
"If I were to say that the breakup three years ago left me with a lingering sense of resentment and longing, I would always feel... that there might still be a possibility."
She paused, her gaze still fixed on his face, and said, "So now, I give up."
“Lin Yanxin... Three years ago, you had your pride, your choices, the responsibilities on your shoulders, and the people you wanted to protect.”
"I respect all of that, and even... I once admired your courage." Her lips twitched, but it wasn't a smile; it was more like self-mockery.
"But from beginning to end, you never once asked me if I was willing to wait for you, to wait until you become strong, until the people you care about no longer need your protection."
"You made the decision on your own and drew a line on your own."
"But what about my wishes? My likes and insistences, don't they seem superfluous, even ridiculous, in front of you?"
Her voice finally showed a slight fluctuation, not from excitement, but from exhaustion:
"I suddenly feel tired."
"Lin Yanxin, tonight is the last night of the year."
She gazed at the festive lights in the darkness, her voice as soft as a sigh, "Next year, I won't chase after you anymore."
After saying that, she stopped looking at Lin Yanxin's instantly pale face and stiff body, turned around, and her skirt fluttered.
In the shadows not far below, Ma Mian, whose face was concealed by Shen Tu's magic, covered his mouth in excitement, almost letting out a sob.
Shen Tu, standing beside him, had his arms crossed, his red hair still conspicuous despite his concealed magical power. He raised an eyebrow and commented with interest:
"Tsk, that's ruthless. This is going to be good."
Meanwhile, atop another, even taller palace, Shen Yuepo was being held firmly in Feng Jin's arms.
The two of them took in everything that was happening on the roof of the guest hall not far away.
A night breeze swept by, stirring Shen Yuepo's robes and Feng Jin's black hair.
Seeing her senior brother's face drained of color, Shen Yuepo clutched Feng Jin's clothes tightly and asked worriedly:
"Feng Jin, is my senior brother's Dao heart shattered?"
She was genuinely worried.
For those who cultivate the Tao, such intense mental turmoil can easily leave a crack in their heart.
Feng Jin lowered his eyes, his dark golden pupils reflecting the two frozen figures below, and said calmly, "No."
He tightened his grip on Shen Yuepo's arm and slowly analyzed:
"Your senior brother's worries and his own limitations are the shackles he set for himself, and also the reasons he pushed Meng Guichen away."
“Now,” Feng Jin’s gaze swept over Meng Guichen’s resolute back as he turned away, then fell back on Lin Yanxin, “the shackles are still there, but his attitude toward the shackles is different now.”
"Meng Po's actions, seemingly pushing him into a corner, actually threw the choice back into his own hands."
"Is it better to remain trapped by the shackles of the past and watch her leave, or to break free from those self-imposed cocoons and face one's true self?"
"As long as he still has a brain..." Feng Jin's conclusion was concise and cold, "at this moment, he will no longer choose to push him away."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo looked up at his sharply defined jawline and posed a probing question:
"What if my senior brother is brainless?"
Feng Jin: "..."
"Won't."
He affirmed again, then gestured with his chin, indicating that Shen Yuepo should look down:
"Just watch, Meng Po's move seems to be relentlessly pressing forward, giving her the upper hand, while your senior brother is utterly defeated, but in reality..."
Before he could finish speaking, the situation below changed drastically.
Lin Yanxin, who had been standing stiffly like a wooden statue, swayed slightly just as Meng Guichen turned to leave.
He didn't shout, didn't try to stop him, and didn't even move a step.
Tears welled up from his red eyes without warning.
The moment the tear left his cheek, it shimmered with a translucent golden light under the pale blue starlight.
The teardrop was drawn by an invisible thread, drifting straight towards Meng Guichen.
Lin Yanxin gazed at Meng Guichen's retreating figure, her voice hoarse, "I owe you..."
He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, "...the Meng Po soup."
Legend has it that the Meng Po soup can wash away one's past life, but it requires a crucial ingredient.
Tears of pure and true emotion.
Not all tears of love are acceptable; only those that come from the depths of the soul, are genuine and sincere, and contain profound entanglements and insights, have a slight chance of becoming a catalyst for the Meng Po soup.
Meng Guichen abruptly stopped in his tracks.
Those few golden teardrops had drifted to within inches of her.
She turned around, a crack appearing on her calm face.
She stretched out her hand, palm up.
Those few teardrops seemed to possess a spirit, falling into her palm with a faint golden light before disappearing into her skin, leaving only a slightly cool dampness.
She closed her hands and carefully put away the precious soup base.
Then, he took a step and walked back to Lin Yanxin.
The two were very close, close enough to feel each other's uneven breathing.
Meng Guichen tilted her head slightly, looking at the tear stains on Lin Yanxin's face and her red, stubborn eyes staring at her.
She reached out, her fingertips slightly cool, and wiped away the remaining moisture from his face.
Her movements were gentler than she had anticipated.
Meng Guichen looked at Lin Yanxin, his voice devoid of all coldness and resolve, and softly asked, "Why are you crying?"
This question, without sarcasm or coercion, seemed to open the last floodgate in his heart.
Lin Yanxin's chest heaved violently, and her eyes instantly reddened, as if all the suppressed longing, self-blame, and struggle of the past three years were pouring out at this moment.
On the higher rooftop, Shen Yuepo's eyes widened; this was the first time she had ever seen Lin Yanxin shed tears.
Feng Jin's lips curled up slightly, with a hint of approval.
He pulled Shen Yuepo closer, his deep voice whispering in her ear, "Look, in this round, they're evenly matched."
"She forced out his most genuine pain of loss, and he... also gave the most precious attempt to win her back that he could."
Below, Lin Yanxin finally spoke, her voice somewhat hoarse, "Back then, Xujing Temple was in turmoil, and my master's dying wish was as heavy as a mountain. I was too busy to take care of myself, and I pushed you away in the stupidest and most hurtful way. It was my fault."
He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, as if laying bare his past humiliations and selfish motives before her.
“That wasn’t for your sake. Back then, I couldn’t even stand on my own two feet, I couldn’t withstand the storms, and I wasn’t good enough for you.”
He frankly admitted his mistakes and vulnerabilities back then, without embellishment or evasion.
“In the years that followed, I gradually learned how to repair leaky roofs and mend broken formations while I was in the temple. I also knew that you often came to see me secretly.”
At this point, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
"So I pretended to give up on myself and whiled away my days in my sleep. I hoped you would see me in this wretched state, and once you'd seen enough, give up and never come back."
Lin Yanxin took a step forward. "But Meng Guichen, you haven't given up on me in these three years."
His voice finally betrayed a barely suppressed tremor and confusion:
"Why, just when I was about to waver, did you abandon me?"
Meng Guichen remained silent for a moment before softly saying, "Lin Yanxin, I..."
Lin Yanxin ignored her answer, leaned forward, and firmly put her arm around her waist, pulling her towards herself.
Then he tilted his head and bit her fair neck hard.
That wasn't a gentle kiss mark, but a trace of three years of suppressed emotions.
The force with which her teeth dug into her skin was somewhat out of control, but what was even more scorching was the scalding tear that dripped onto her skin.
“Hmm…” Meng Guichen was caught off guard and his body trembled slightly.
The stinging pain on her neck and the burning heat of her tears shattered her carefully maintained icy exterior.
Lin Yanxin loosened her teeth, but did not move her head.
His lips remained pressed against the skin where he had left his mark, his hot breath spraying onto her neck, his voice low and husky, almost a whisper:
"Meng Guichen, if... tonight's scene was also set up by you..."
He paused, his breathing becoming slightly heavier, and tightened his arms around her waist, as if trying to embed her into his very bones.
"Then I'm willing to join the game."
Upon hearing this, all was silent.
Meng Guichen felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, then suddenly released, leaving him with a surge of dense, aching pain.
All her carefully laid plans were shattered at this moment by his words, "I am willing to enter the game."
He wasn't oblivious.
He saw through it all, yet he still chose to jump in.
She raised her hand and placed it on his slightly messy hair, gently stroking it, feeling the warmth of his hair and its slight trembling in her palm.
This simple action is more powerful than any words.
Lin Yanxin's tense shoulders relaxed slightly.
Meng Guichen closed his eyes, and slowly wrapped his other hand around his back, holding him tightly.
She could feel his heart pounding violently in his chest.
The starlight flowed silently, illuminating their embracing silhouettes. All the previous calculations and confrontations melted away in the warmth of their embrace.
After a long while, Lin Yanxin's muffled voice came from her neck, heavy with nasal tone, yet carrying a hint of relief:
"...Did it hurt when you bit me?"
Meng Guichen finally chuckled softly, his laughter slightly hoarse, yet utterly genuine.
She turned her head, her lips almost touching his ear, and whispered in response, mimicking his previous tone:
"What do you think, Abbot Lin? We need to settle this score properly."
Even so, the arms around him showed no sign of loosening their grip.
"How do you calculate it?" Lin Yanxin raised her head, her eyes still red-rimmed, but her gaze was surprisingly bright, looking straight into her eyes, where there was no more doubt or hesitation.
Meng Guichen did not answer immediately, but just looked at him, at his own reflection in his eyes, and at the flames that finally ignited within them.
She slowly uttered a sentence, "Debts of love are repaid with flesh."
After saying that, he took Lin Yanxin and transformed into a beam of light, heading towards the Hall of Rebirth.
On the higher palace roof in the distance, Shen Yuepo finally breathed a sigh of relief, burying her face in Feng Jin's chest, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up:
"It seems my senior brother's brain is still useful in critical moments."
Feng Jin lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, a faint smile in his eyes. "Have you seen enough? Can you focus your attention on me now?"
Shen Yuepo turned around, reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head up and quickly kissed his well-defined jawline, her eyes sparkling: "That's enough."
In the shadows below, Horse-Face excitedly covered his mouth, frantically shaking Shen Tu's arm beside him, howling in a breathy voice:
"It's done! It's done! Lord Ghost Emperor, did you see that?! It bit my neck!!"
Shen Tu disdainfully shook off Ma Mian's hoof. "Hmph, I told you long ago, this play is far more exciting than that tragic drama that's been staged for three hundred years by the River of Oblivion."
He slapped the horse-faced man's enormous head with his backhand and urged him in a low voice:
"The wedding is just a few hours away, and you're just looking for trouble, dragging me here to spy on you!"
"Hurry, hurry, let's go back and double-check the wedding banquet schedule for tomorrow. If there's even the slightest mistake..."
He narrowed his eyes and revealed a kind smile: "I will send you to the Bridge of Helplessness to brew soup for Meng Po."
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