I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

The logic doesn't seem to hold water.

However, sleep talking itself may not necessarily follow logic.

Huang Quan fell into deep thought.

Just as his thoughts were turning, the strange aura that had been suppressed by spiritual power suddenly erupted.

His mind went blank for a moment.

It was during this brief gap.

He was attacked by a beautiful young man.

The Immortal Shield mark on the back of Huang Quan's hand flashed frequently.

I haven't taken a picture yet.

It's a bit hard to determine whether an attack without hostility counts as an attack.

The answer is that Anran didn't teach it.

"I meant no harm."

The Immortal Shield blinked less frequently, scrutinizing her.

"I really meant no harm."

The Immortal Shield was extinguished with a mixture of doubt and skepticism.

I'll just trust her this once.

Even if an attack is launched unexpectedly, it can react immediately.

……

The white fox stared at the two of them with an eerie look.

"Migu..."

Helplessly waving its claws, it caused a strange spiritual incantation to circulate within the two of them, harmonizing them.

……

It should be before dawn.

A sliver of light illuminated the darkness.

"This is very important! It's my life!"

Chapter Thirty-Six: I'm really looking forward to six months from now.

An incomprehensible warmth, a dazzling white, and perhaps even a fragrance that makes one ashamed to face the world's gaze and opinions.

Is it just my imagination?

maybe.

I felt weightless for no reason.

Huang Quan trembled and swayed twice, barely managing to regain his balance in his startled awake state.

He sat up abruptly from his deathbed, and another year passed with laughter and conversation...

wait?

who I am.

where am I?

What happened?

His chest heaved violently, and his unfocused eyes regained some of their sparkle.

The so-called 'human being' is nothing more than a complex entity of thought pieced together from various emotions and fragments of memory; without all of this, it is worthless.

His somewhat heavy mind prevented him from immediately putting the puzzle pieces together completely.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it was a brief mental blank after the effects of the Love Potion wore off.

Feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar aura flowing through his body, he was somewhat puzzled.

Breathing became increasingly difficult, vision was obstructed by the unknown, and the whiteness was hard to see.

"Shh... Shh... S..."

The remaining substances in the lungs are insufficient to sustain the most basic functions of life.

His rigid thinking prevented him from realizing that spiritual energy could easily solve this problem.

Instead, they chose to follow their biological instincts and gasp for breath.

Unbridled greed.

He vowed to swallow everything within his power.

Fragrant.

I inhaled a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Things that are hard to obtain are cherished all the more. Huang Quan had never so clearly felt that the so-called fragrance of the air was not the beautiful thing that people imagined.

incredible.

He felt every cell in his skin was blossoming with pleasure.

It is life in full bloom.

It's probably something no one can refuse.

Its delicate fragrance, like that of a young girl, is quite captivating.

It takes time to recover from being startled awake.

This timeframe won't be too long, nor too short.

For example, right now.

Huang Quan began to think.

What exactly is pressing against my face?

A soft, delicate touch came from my palm.

The rudimentary clues were insufficient to arrive at the answer.

The whiteness is too bright to be seen, and cannot be witnessed.

Therefore, Huang Quan almost subconsciously reached out and pinched it.

A strange sensation.

Beneath its gentle and delicate exterior lies a degree of strength.

The answer is unfortunately.

I still don't understand what this is.

He removed the object pressing against his face.

Vision was thus restored.

Oh, it turns out there's a handsome young man reclining there, with a pair of delicate feet wrapped in silk stepping on his face...

"Migu?"

A questioning voice, soft and groggy from just waking up, rang out.

A white fox, exhausted, wobbled out.

It's like he's drunk too much fake alcohol.

In an instant, memories flooded back like a tide.

He remembered everything.

Oh, it was yesterday, there were two young people...

No, that's not it.

As a warrior once said: Even the most indifferent man has a warm heart.

This is the origin of the phrase "a warm heart".

It's your sister!

His father, who is outrageous, opened the door for him.

He actually... gave that... thing to the handsome young man?

Why did I act impulsively yesterday and then forget everything?

When solving math problems, teachers always ask: "How did you work out?"

What about the process?!

wrong……

He means, how could this happen?

Humans cannot, or at least should not.

Unless it's that pink-haired guy riding a phantom horse.

Bah, nobody will do.

If this gets out, it will be considered a death sentence in the Southern Region.

Huang Quan got up briskly, grabbed the clothes that were hanging on the semi-transparent screen after his bath, and haphazardly put them on.

He gently opened the window.

Then he quickly walked to the window.

Hesitantly, she retreated to the bedside: "Should I... take a look? I think he doesn't have an Adam's apple, so there's a high probability that he's a woman disguised as a man."

Why is my memory of yesterday so blurry?