Li Zhōujūn and Mo Yanjun had been beside a volcanic crater, but after the scene warped for a moment, the two of them appeared in the kitchen of a thatched cottage.
Li Zhōujūn was tending the fire, while Mo Yanjun was stir-frying vegetables.
The way the two of them got along now was just like an old married couple, their understanding of each other utterly seamless.
"Today, that old woman next door tried to steal the chicks we only bought yesterday. I caught her red-handed and gave her a thorough tongue-lashing!" Mo Yanjun said casually as she stir-fried the vegetables.
At the same time, Li Zhōujūn, whose face was glowing red from the firelight as he tended the flames, said with a smile, "That old woman has a fiery temper. A little scolding will do. Don't go too far. Otherwise, if I'm not by your side and she loses her temper and starts swinging, I'll feel heartbroken if you get hurt."
"Don't worry, don't worry. I've been strong since I was little. Whoever dares bully me, I'll make sure they learn what I'm capable of!" Mo Yanjun declared proudly.
At that moment, Li Zhōujūn's mind held none of his former memories. All he had were the memories of these past several decades: growing up in the village, later meeting and getting to know Mo Yanjun, and all the little moments after they married.
Of course, those memories were fake, but the two of their names were real.
The same was true of Mo Yanjun.
By now, she no longer remembered that she was the lofty Demonic Heavenly Venerate. She only thought she was Li Zhōujūn's little wife, who had grown up in this mountain village since childhood.
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