Nie Jiuque was amused by her silly yet adorable deanor, reaching out to give her a hand.
"Don’t worry, my injuries were caused by Zuo Yan."
The implication was that it had nothing to do with the Cat Demon Clan or Jun Moyan.
"ow?"
Zuo Yan.
"Hold on a second." Nie Jiuque lightly tapped her forehead.
"Alright, go ahead, I can understand you now."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
Wen Xiao’ai was taken aback, blinking her eyes: "You really can understand what I’m saying now?"
"Yes." Nie Jiuque smiled and nodded affirmatively.
"Then why did Zuo Yan hurt you? You’re the Demon Lord, isn’t that insubordination, a rebellion?"
"He’s wanted to rebel since a thousand years ago. Zuo Yan is ambitious; even back then, he wanted to kill . Previously, I could control him with the Blood Poisonous Insect, but now with Ye Qi also infected, the Blood Poisonous Insect doesn’t work anymore."
"So... the whole Cat Demon Clan affair really was all Zuo Yan’s doing?"
"Yes."
"He’s really terrible." Last ti she went to the Demon Realm, she should’ve taken the dicine King with her to send Zuo Yan off to report to the Netherworld.
"I’ll make him pay. Anyone who dares to hurt you, no matter who, I’ll make them repay a thousandfold."
Wen Xiao’ai was stunned, looking at Nie Jiuque.
She wanted to say that she wasn’t Yingying, but she’d said it so many tis, and Nie Jiuque either just smiled silently or dismissed it with a "I know."
Suddenly
"I know what you used to look like."
She tilted her head, as if discovering his little secret, and said proudly.
"Hmm?"
Nie Jiuque froze slightly: "...What did you say?"
Had she rembered sothing?
"I just dread about you, the old you, without the mask~"
"You... are you serious? You just dread about ?"
Nie Jiuque tried his best to control his emotions, holding back the excitent and joy inside.
"Yes, I also dread about Shang Ying the Immortal."
The hand Nie Jiuque had on his leg suddenly clenched, his eyes instantly reddening, his throat tightening.
"...You dread about Yingying?"
"Yes, I dread about you two going to the Muyun Immortal Peak, about you coming to this Ziqiong Forest, about you taking her to the Demon Realm, about you teasing her on purpose, calling her lass."
Nie Jiuque looked at her in a daze. The scenes Wen Xiao’ai described quickly ford images in his mind, those were his most precious mories.
"And...?"
"And... I’m not telling you, unless you tell first why I keep dreaming about you two. I clearly don’t know you. And why does Yingying look so much like ? We’re not born of the sa mother, she’s an Immortal and I’m a Demon, no matter how similar people are, we can’t be identical."
She rembered the Clan Leader Grandma and the dicine King were hiding things from her.
Nie Jiuque looked at her, voice trembling slightly as he asked after a long pause: "Do you really want to know?"
"Of course I do."
His lips moved slightly, Nie Jiuque thought for a mont, then nervously watched her, saying:
"What if I said those weren’t dreams, but your mories. Would you believe ?"
Wen Xiao’ai froze: "What are you saying? I don’t understand."
A sigh was heard.
"How should I explain it to you?"
Her soul isn’t complete, and there are restrictions reinforced within her. Even if the restrictions were lifted, she couldn’t completely recall the past.
How was he supposed to put this clearly?
"Just tell what you know, is it that hard to say?"
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