The Evil Consort Above An Evil King

The one who was writing the book attentively was a man. Lying down by his side, hugging his leg tightly like a koala bear, was a woman.

The woman seemed to have just been woken up from her sleep. She lounged comfortably and asked, “Why are you writing all these things again? I do not want you to do that.”

Quickly, she tried to take the book away from him, but her attempt failed. Her hand was helplessly pinned down. “Be a good girl. Behave.”

Then, he bent his head and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “Be a good girl, will you? Do not say anything.”

The woman seemed unconvinced. “I refuse to. I will continue to distract you.” She attempted to take the book away again.

This time, he pinned her body down on the bed. He held her down with one hand while trying to keep his book with another. He then put her down on the bed and flirted. “I see that you like to misbehave. I will now teach you a lesson.”

“My Lord? My Lord?” Mu Feng was concerned, seeing her lapsing into a light trance while holding the book.

Gu Xijiu recovered from her preoccupation and saw Mu Feng standing right in front of her. Where did the man and the woman come from?

Like the images of her hallucination before, she still could not see their faces properly. Somehow, she had fallen prey to the strange, irrational sentiments that almost moved her to tears.

She knew that she had lost part of her memory, so did Mu Feng and the other messengers. She did not feel anything wrong about the loss before, but now, the hallucinations changed her perception entirely. Her memory loss must be the key.

Were the man and the woman representing the figures of herself and the previous Lord?

Her stay in the world was a short one, probably about two decades. Therefore, there must be another Lord before she took over.

Who was the previous Lord? She asked everyone, but none of them knew anything about the former Lord. Was the previous Lord the one that she was intuitively trying to find?

However, the flashback of her hallucinations clearly showed that the man and the women were madly in love. The woman seemed timid and lovable, like a little bird that rested upon her man.

Gu Xijiu touched her cheeks in sudden realization. She knew it well that she could never be the kind of woman who acted so timidly around her man. If she were truly in love, she would treat her other half with proper respect and concern. She would stand by him, like how she used to get along with Long Siye before. She could not imagine how she would look like, being all affectionate and dependent on a man.

Frustrated by her loss of memory, she gave a light thump on her temple. She hated it when it happened to her. Did she hurt her head in the Buddha Fire Land? She could somehow tell that her memory was fine when she entered Buddha Fire Land. The loss only occurred after she left the place.

She thought about it for a moment. Then, she proceeded to take out the skin of the Kunpeng. The sight of the Kunpeng struck her dumbfounded at once. She remembered that it used to be a fitted dress, but it had been completely torn apart in pieces.

She walked in a circle with the skin of the Kunpeng in her hand as she tried to recall something. An idea seemed ready to pop out, but she could not pinpoint exactly what it was about.

She stood still as she quietly slipped into reverie. She tried to organize her thoughts. She was, after all, very smart. She put her recent flashbacks into place and tried to connect the dots. A bold conclusion could be made. “When the Lord immortalized, everything about him had to be completely erased to get rid of his presence in the world, right?”

The more she thought about it, the more probable the idea became. She was somehow nervous and yet excited, for she finally had some clues about the mystery that had been troubling her for so long.

She continued to trace the pieces and thought of another possibility. In that case, did the previous Lord immortalize and proceed to heaven already? Was he the cause of her obsession with heaven?