Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Xie Xiaoyi didn't say much, threw down some loose silver coins, and headed to the innermost room on the second floor.

Then, he roughly threw Murong Wei onto the creaking wooden bed.

Murong Wei's hair was disheveled, and her cloak was half-fallen off.

Her exposed white shoulders were covered in dry grass and dust, all thanks to Xiao Yi.

Her usual heroic spirit, as she roamed the martial world with her sword, was now completely gone, leaving only a listless state ravaged by the effects of the medicine.

Xie Xiaoyi looked down at Murong Wei's figure.

The cloak wrapped her tightly, so tightly that it outlined her alluring figure.

Murong Wei was unable to move under the influence of the "Drunken Spring Breeze" drug. She wanted to call for help, but her mute acupoints had already been sealed, so she could only let it do as it pleased.

Xie Xiaoyi grew increasingly agitated as he looked at the scene, and a sinister glint gradually rose in his eyes.

"Whoosh—"

He ripped off Murong Wei's cloak and pressed himself against her again.

They can manipulate clouds and rain, oblivious to the nature of heaven and earth.

After a series of ordeals, Xie Xiaoyi entered "sage mode" and fell into a deep sleep.

......

The moonlight shone through the window paper, and I don't know how much time had passed.

Xie Mo suddenly opened his eyes, his head throbbing as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.

He subconsciously raised his hand to press his forehead, but the skin his fingers touched felt somewhat unfamiliar—

These hands, with their distinct knuckles and calluses from years of wielding knives, were definitely not the hands he remembered.

"hiss......"

Xie Mo propped himself up on the soft couch, his mind flooded with countless unfamiliar images and memories.

The light-footed skill of leaping across rooftops and scaling walls.

The exhilaration of wielding swords and engaging in combat.

Xiao Yi was infamous for picking flowers and stealing.

The formula for the unique drug "Drunken Spring Breeze"...

These memories are so vivid, as if he had experienced them himself.

But at the same time, another memory is screaming wildly.

The stuffy air in the back alley of the school.

Murong Wei kicked the hard heel of her shoe against her lower abdomen.

The scene was chaotic, with three boys punching and kicking each other and exam papers scattered all over the floor.

The excruciating pain of hitting my head against the brick wall.

And then there's Murong Wei's menacing line, "Beat him up, beat him to death."

What happened?

Xie Mo got up, and at that moment he caught sight of Murong Wei sleeping beside him.

she is......

Murong Wei?

Why is her hair so long now, and... completely bald on her bed?

No—smooth?

A memory of his "intimate" encounter with the chivalrous Murong Wei in a dilapidated temple and on a bed flooded his mind.

"Xie Mo... Xie Xiaoyi..."

He murmured to himself, and as the two names slipped out, his eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

He is Xie Mo, the cowardly student who was bullied to death by Murong Wei in a modern school.

But now, he has become Xie Xiaoyi, the notorious womanizer in the martial arts world.

cross?

Did I travel through time?

Two completely different lives, two distinct memories, collided fiercely in his mind.

For a moment, he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion.

Xie Mo looked down at his hands.

These hands can wield a knife, subdue enemies, and easily manipulate the once arrogant Murong Wei into bed.

—This is an ability that Xie Mo has never possessed before.

"Murong Wei..."

He suddenly looked at the woman on the bed, and the arrogant and domineering face in his memory gradually overlapped with the pale and fragile face in front of him.

In her past life, she was the abusive one, and he was the victim at her mercy.

In this life, he became Xie Xiaoyi, who held the initiative, while she became the prey he drugged and captured.

A surge of hatred welled up from the depths of his heart, churning within his chest.

Xie Mo leaned down and stared intently at Murong Wei.

She was still unconscious, her brows furrowed as if she were having a nightmare, and tear stains still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

The person who once terrified Xie Mo to the core was now lying helplessly in front of him, almost half-naked.

"Do you think this counts as the cycle of karma?"

Xie Mo reached out and forcefully pinched her chin, the force so great that the unconscious Murong Wei subconsciously groaned.

"Murong Wei, you owe me. In this life, I will make you pay back a thousandfold."

At this moment, Murong Wei had woken up in pain, and the pressure point that had silenced her had returned to normal. She burst into curses:

"You lecherous scoundrel, how can you be so shameless? You even say I owe you something, you have no shame!"

As she spoke, tears streamed down Murong Wei's face again.

Xie Mo frowned and scolded, "You 'Rooftop War Goddess,' have you forgotten how you bullied me?"

Murong Wei was stunned.

Rooftop Goddess of War?

What is that title?

Bullying Xie Xiaoyi?

"You lecherous scoundrel, stop spouting nonsense. Don't say things that don't make sense to me. I...I don't understand."

Xie Mo was taken aback. She didn't understand?

Could it be that I transmigrated here, but Murong Wei didn't?

Who is this naked beauty?

She looks so much like Murong Wei!

"Are you Murong Wei?"

Murong Wei was taken aback. She suddenly realized that Xie Xiaoyi was a stranger and didn't seem like the lecherous thief who had left her completely bewildered last night.

Recalling his past actions, Murong Wei's eyes reddened, and her voice was urgent and trembling:

"You lecherous scoundrel, stop pretending!"

I am clearly Murong Wei, but you secretly drugged me and kidnapped me yesterday.

Now you're spouting nonsense about "rooftop" and "bullying," what tricks are you trying to pull?

Xie Mo was also dumbfounded.

Could it be that she isn't Murong Wei?

Her name is also Murong Wei, but she looks exactly like the modern Murong Wei.

Ah!

My mind is a mess.

In modern times, I was bullied by Murong Wei, but after transmigrating to ancient times, I ended up bullying her. Could this be some kind of karmic entanglement from past lives?

Xie Mo released his grip on Murong Wei's chin, straightened up, walked to the window, and opened it.

The autumn wind swept in, carrying the chill of the mountains and fields, but it cleared his mind considerably.

According to Xie Xiaoyi's memory, he had already defeated this once arrogant "Rooftop Goddess of War" last night.

The "Heroine Murong," revered by everyone in the martial arts world, tasted the bitterness of being wantonly trampled on.

Could this be considered revenge against my past self?

So what should we do next?

We must make a careful plan.

First, sort out the memories of past and present lives, merge the memories of Xie Mo and Xie Xiaoyi together, and then sort out the future situation.

Murong Wei, who was in bed, was completely unaware of this.

Still dazed and confused by the effects of the drug and humiliation, she was completely unaware that the flower thief who had captured her was no longer the simple Xie Xiaoyi.

Xie Mo leaned against the window, gazing at the dark green mountain shadows in the distance, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the calluses on his palms.

Those were marks left by Xie Xiaoyi's years of using a knife in this life, but now they became his anchor point for confirming reality.

Two memories are still clashing in my mind.

Xie Xiaoyi's identity as a notorious womanizer...

The story of Xie Mo, a high school student who was bullied to death...

"Ugh... my head is pounding!"

Xie Mo rubbed his temples vigorously, trying to make himself feel better.

As an autumn breeze swept in, the two hazy memories gradually settled and merged together.

Xie Mo regained consciousness.

Or rather, Xie Xiaoyi has regained consciousness.