Lady, you don’t want to be corrupted by the devil, do you?

So this book came into being.

The subsequent dream world will also be based on other kinds of inner worlds. To ensure the subsequent excitement, I will read more learning materials and will not let you down! I will definitely read more and learn more.

As for the heroines of this book, I can only think of 6 for now. I don’t know if there will be more later. It depends on the situation.

For this book, I would like to try having fewer female protagonists, and then have each female protagonist have more pages and more follow-ups, and then interweave them to create a Shura field and an interesting daily structure.

I tried my best to balance the number of times the heroines appeared, and decide which heroines should appear at which time... After all, in a Shura field, two or three women may seem interesting, but five or six women would be like a quarrel in a market.

Then I saw someone actually asked if it was a harem?

You should ask how many heroines there are, not whether it is a harem.

I don’t speculate when I write books. Either I have a single female protagonist from beginning to end, or I have a harem from beginning to end.

This book is a combination of the content of my previous two books, from NTR to gauze NTR, and vice versa is also possible. The previous book is a very traditional bulldozer cultivation story, and the pretense is also relatively traditional, so the two books were combined into this book. I think my current level is about this.

However, my love lines, character psychological changes, and pretentious plot routines may not be written very well sometimes, and may seem old-fashioned and stiff. I will try my best to improve and write them.

After all, what I wrote before were those kind of...training plots, and I have only just learned a little bit about pure love strategies for conquering female protagonists.

【About gratitude】

Thank you to all the readers for your rewards, monthly tickets, comments and support since I started writing. Thank you all the masters~

I basically read all the comments posted by all the hosts, so if you have any suggestions or criticisms, that's all fine. I will adopt the good suggestions, and I will correct any mindless criticisms.

Readers come first~

Then I would also like to thank my editor Xizhu. I have always been an inspired author. I write well because the subject matter itself is well thought out. But if the subject matter is not good, I will just write a mess. Before I met Zhubao, I really had no idea how to write a good article. After I met Zhubao, I consciously designed a plot that would make readers feel good. This can be used for books of any subject matter.

Long live bamboo treasure~

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065 My Own Funeral

"Marina?"

Zhou Jiuyu's voice was a little trembling, how could he not tremble?

"Brother, it's me. It's Marina who you rescued in the holy land fourteen years ago."

Marina Akizuki lowered her head slightly. She didn’t know why, but at this moment she couldn’t hold back her tears, and felt... difficult to control.

Tears are the smallest ocean that man can create.

This statement seems to be correct.

Zhou Jiuyu's lips trembled slightly. The absurd and strange feeling was squeezing his heart tightly at this moment, but he still took out a tissue from his arms and gently wiped Marina's tears:

"Don't cry, don't cry...If you cry, I'll want to cry too."

The trembling body was finally swallowed up by the final absurdity.

All the threads of waking up from the dream and returning to reality are connected at this moment, everything...

How can this not be absurd?

——This is his fucking funeral!!

At this moment, he suddenly remembered why Marina said yesterday that it was okay for him to laugh at the funeral. He had originally just thought that as a disciple of Jianshen Mountain, she could protect him...

But he was wrong...very wrong!

This is his funeral, if he doesn't laugh, will he cry? Is it scary to crawl out of the coffin?

“So that’s how it is… So that’s how it is…”

Zhou Jiuyu looked at the coffin from afar. The extremely luxurious yet empty coffin was originally prepared for him...

Jianshen Mountain, the Tong family, Marina's kindness, Nameng Ling's feather spirit, this funeral...

All doubts and discomfort were resolved at this moment, and the huge web revealed its true shape...

That wasn’t a dream, not some bullshit dream!

That's reality!

Dreams are reality!

Everything he experienced was a reality that happened in the past!

The Tong family survived because of him! The Akizuki sisters' rebellion against Akizuki Kozo also changed because of him! And Nan Mengling...

It is also because of him that he has become the Sword God today.

That was not an illusory dream, nor was it some false fantasy. It was the past that he truly changed, a past that had a beautiful meaning...

The only thing erased from these fourteen years of history was his trace.

But now perhaps we can say... he is back.

"I didn't cry."

Akizuki Marina wiped away her tears, and there seemed to be some residual redness in the corners of her eyes, but she didn't want her older brother to see her ugly appearance again. She had clearly grown up. She really wanted to tell Zhou Jiuyu about this, but the current situation seemed beyond her control.

"You... want to find your master, right?" She stared at him.

"Well... I'm afraid that if I don't go, she will start to lose her little pearls." Zhou Jiuyu forced a faint smile.

"Jiuyu-kun is still as gentle and mischievous as before, but... go ahead." Akizuki Marina was already prepared to give in today. At least she recognized her big brother earlier than her master, right?

"Your maid is now in the one-way glass box on the second floor. The first one is... Go, but don't forget me, big brother." Akizuki Marina met Zhou Jiuyu's smile.

……

……

Nan Mengling sat alone in the private room on the second floor. She was dressed in white and looked like a fairy from a painting. Her feather spirit was placed aside. She had no intention of holding it again. She would stand here at every funeral, looking at the coffin, the empty coffin.

It seemed like this could comfort her empty heart, but it was useless and only made her feel more sad...

As she looked at it, she suddenly felt that it was so stupid to look at the coffin like this... so stupid, so stupid.

The people in the coffin have already run out! You and him have met again! But you are now looking at a coffin and feeling sad?

Crazy!

But what can she do?

Fourteen years later, everything seemed to have changed. She had imagined countless times the scene of her meeting the Young Master again. She might cry, or laugh, but she knew that at that moment her heart was absolutely filled with joy, just like fourteen years ago when the Young Master suddenly appeared on Jianshen Mountain, greeting the dawn and her new life.

But she never thought that when they met again, there would be another woman standing next to him and he would become a little strange to her... He seemed to just come to see her, and she was like the ex-wife who accidentally saw her ex-husband and his current wife and her family having a happy dinner together on the street corner!

She was alone, looking at the smiles on their faces through the window. As a result, her ex-husband saw her... He came over and exchanged a few words with her with a smile, and finally said, "It's enough to see that you are doing well", then turned around and went back to chat and laugh with his new "family" and continued to eat...

Everyone else has a new life and everything new, but you are still the only one who stays in the courtyard on the mountain every day, wondering how to find your ex-husband and remarry him?

He doesn't like you anymore!

He doesn't love you anymore!

You have been...abandoned.

When you were eighteen that year, your birthday wish had long been unfulfilled... She really didn't dare to think like that, and it was difficult for her to accept such a reality.

Wishful thinking will eventually come to nothing.

This is what Nan Mengling fears the most.

She was afraid that all her emotions were meaningless.

Fourteen years of waiting, fourteen years of searching, fourteen years of funerals...

As much as Zhou Jiuyu gave her a sense of security in the past, she is now afraid that this relationship will become nothing!

She was afraid of being deceived... again.

She didn't know when, but the corners of her eyes had turned red, and warm tears kept sliding down her cheeks. She wanted to stop, feeling ashamed, but the bitter feeling kept coming back, and she wanted to cry... she wanted to cry...

But the young master said that he would only marry her when she grew up, so she couldn't cry.

But I really want to cry...

I'm at a loss, really at a loss...

What should she do? This is not something that can be solved with a sword...

They met, got to know each other, fell in love...but can they still recognize each other now?

or…

Will they meet again?

"…Cry if you want to."

"I didn't cry."

"It will feel better if you cry."

"I told you I wasn't crying!"

"If you're afraid of being embarrassed, then come and cry in my arms. I won't laugh at you."

"……Um?"

Nan Mengling's hand that was touching the window slowly dropped at this moment, as if she realized that she was not talking to herself. Her expression gradually became dull, and the sourness in her eyes seemed even more difficult to control. She slightly opened her lips, and her long eyelashes trembled... trembled...

She looked back little by little, little by little... She was so scared... She was so scared that at this moment she was really going crazy and had hallucinations...

Why would the young master come to see her? It's impossible to think about it...

He didn't know about this funeral at all. Maybe he knew, but it's been fourteen years! He hasn't come once... Will he come this time? Will he show up? Don't let your imagination run wild, Nam Meng Ling! You have been abandoned... Your wish has been dashed...

You knew this from the beginning, didn't you?

He is a liar. He has been deceiving you recklessly since the beginning. Although each time he told you white lies, wasn't his kindness all for now? For this final malicious intent? You are stupid... You are really stupid...

What are you turning your head for? Do you really think you'll see him?

But when she turned her head little by little, the familiar figure was still standing behind her, as if it had not changed, but she just couldn't believe it...

How could this happen? How could this happen?!

But until... that figure completely came into her sight...

Until I saw that familiar smile again, until I also saw... the same bitterness in the corners of his eyes...

At this moment, Nan Mengling could no longer suppress the sorrow in her heart. Her mind went blank and she could no longer suppress her tears.

She was distraught, but... she also had a hope of starting over.

Nameng Ling bit her lower lip with her silver teeth, biting it tightly... biting it tightly... but she still couldn't make a normal sound. No matter what, she was choking:

"You are...very brave."

Zhou Jiuyu slowly pulled out the Yuling Sword that was placed aside, and then handed it to her: "Then you, a little maid, can also choose to devour the master."

"I'm no longer your maid." Nan Mengling's voice was stubborn.

"Then I'll take advantage of you and let you be my wife reluctantly." Zhou Jiuyu smiled and handed Yu Ling to Nan Mengling.

He gently hugged Nan Mengling, his forehead touching hers, and at this moment, their eyes...met again, no longer strangers, no longer lonely.

"Don't cry. Didn't I give you the betrothal gift a long time ago? Who do you think gave me all those white hairs? Cry, cry, cry... I haven't cried yet!"

Nan Mengling choked up, her eyes red, but she was not convinced: "You cried too."

Zhou Jiuyu burst into laughter for a moment. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but Nan Mengling had already reached out and started wiping his tears.

But it seems that no matter how hard I wipe, I can't wipe it off completely.

He also reached out to wipe the crystals that kept overflowing from Nameng Ling. His lips were slightly open for a long time, and finally he whispered:

"I'm back, Meng Ling."