It Turned Out We Were Not Only Married, but Had a Daughter Too?

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To avoid getting dizzy or suffocating and being lifted up by the girl pressed against his back, thus encountering an even more shameful scene, the boy obediently raised his head above the lake surface after evading for a while.

Su Qing'an took a few breaths and could faintly smell the natural fragrance emanating from the other person. It was a wonderful scent with a fougère melody, mixed with a dusty feel, extremely close to nature, soft, hazy and opaque, yet exuding a coldness similar to plum blossoms.

If you follow the association, it's like a vast, cold land bathed in the cool moonlight, defying the laws of the seasons, with clusters of gardenias blooming all over the mountains and fields. In the distance, a stream flows with half-broken ice, making a crisp, murmuring sound. Finally, a gentle breeze blends all the elements and images into a single bundle, presenting an indelible scent in your memory.

The scent was predominantly cold, but at that moment it became an accomplice to the hot spring, making the boy's body and mind even hotter, making it almost impossible and unthinkable for him to restrain the emotions given to him by his chest and instincts.

Su Qing'an was clearly just quietly pressed against the girl's soft back, yet he felt as if he were a small boat being constantly swept and tossed about by the waves on the sea, gradually losing his own strength.

The boy pinched his thigh; the pain brought him to his senses for a moment, and he vaguely remembered that he had experienced a similar crisis before.

Doctor Mobius, who complained on the internal forum of the Moth to Fire that the number of manuscripts exceeded four figures.

The other party added something to his black tea, somehow exploiting a loophole in his mind, causing him to enter an indescribable, bizarre state, almost leading him to cheat on his wife.

Hmm, by then we should be married, right?

After all, he was nearing his death, so the definition of infidelity wasn't wrong.

In short, Su Qing'an could confirm from her hazy memory that the atmosphere was similar at that time.

Compared to the natural and ambiguous atmosphere at hand, Mobius's actions revealed a cheap, artificial flavor.

Simply put, the latter can be resisted by willpower, while the former makes the teenager subconsciously believe that there is no need to use willpower to resist at all.

Su Qing'an possesses the ability to suppress all desires and emotions to a state of tranquility, yet she feels no right to struggle because of the words, "We're married, we're husband and wife."

Based on this, he could only refuse to remain in the enchanting silence in a roundabout way, and think about how to naturally bring up a topic that could break the silence.

Steam rose gently from the hot spring.

The girl's body was outlined by a thin blouse, revealing a pure and alluring curve and line. She heard her own breathing, the breathing of the person behind her, and the breaths that mingled in the cascading water, the warmth of their bodies. Her fair skin, as white as cream, was gradually tinged with coral pink.

Her lowered eyes reflected the magnificent world of humanity, a landscape of mountains rising and falling between maturity and youth. Looking outwards, she saw long, shapely legs like white jade, and rounded toenails with a hint of pale pink at the toes.

Immortals should not have worldly desires, but at this moment, the cold statue behind them was shattered, and the burning passion and desires of the seven emotions and six desires were stuffed into it, creating strange emotions and reactions.

The girl did not experience any physical reaction and remained aloof in this contest between the man and woman, but in her heart, she felt pity and affection for the other party, even using the desire that had been ignited to fill the extinguished thoughts.

The two stood back to back.

The man's long, pure black hair, almost raven-black, and the girl's winter-gray hair were like Ruoshui floating in the hot spring, gently intertwining and undulating in rhythm.

Her skin was quite sensitive; even through two layers of thin clothing, she could clearly feel the subtle pressure and force transmitted through each strand of hair. As a result, the arc of light in her pupils shimmered with a fine, gold-leaf-like texture, making it exceptionally captivating.

Fu Hua was clearly not aroused by physical desire, but the joy and warmth evoked by these trivial and delicate touches still made her feel intoxicated and gradually succumb to them.

Her initial reasons and goals for coming here seemed to have become unbalanced, and she was willing to stay at Cloud Dragon Waterfall for a very long time.

No matter what happens in between...

The man's voice came in a low, seemingly nonchalant tone:

"Hua, didn't you say that the Cloud Dragon Waterfall holds the Heart Seal that you buried before?"

The other person's question was so close, yet it seemed somewhat distant within the hot spring.

The girl's slender fingertips curled the strands of hair in front of her chest, her thoughts drifting away.

Long, long ago, Dan Zhu and Cang Xuan loved to soak in the hot springs of the lake in winter while drinking wine or eating shaved ice, and in summer they would soak together in the cold pool, listening to the clamor of the lake water constantly splashing up by the waterfall, chatting lazily about random things.

Those were good times and a good past.

But now... it's not bad either.

She slightly upturned her lips and whispered:

"Um."

Do you want to see it too?

Su Qing'an paused for a moment, then asked:

"... What kind of memory is that?"

"Through memories from a very long time ago, we might be able to find the exact location where a large number of demon corpses are buried."

Fu Hua's tone was indifferent, and the information conveyed in her words exuded a serious, businesslike air. It was hard to imagine that her crystal-clear earlobes were already flushed red, and her eyes were shimmering. This contrast between her ethereal beauty and her mortal appearance was perhaps what made her so irresistible.

The boy didn't notice what the other person looked like at that moment; he knew he was on the edge.

If someone has every reason to indulge in pleasure and truly believes that it is the right thing to do, then there is no reason for them to choose restraint.

Therefore, if anything goes wrong, they will likely enter a higher realm on their first day back at Mount Taixu.

This isn't bad.

However, I still want to think about this matter only after I have fully recovered my memories; otherwise, I feel that it would be disrespectful and unfair to Chi Yuan.

So the boy wondered if there was a trap in those words, but no matter how he thought about it, his memories of the demon corpse area didn't seem to contain any catalyst related to this situation.

Su Qing'an didn't want the topic to end abruptly again. Other topics always risked going off-topic, but this serious matter was the least likely to go astray, so she couldn't miss it.

After thinking for a moment, he replied:

"Can I take a look?"

Fu Hua's lips curved into a smile as she stretched out her palm towards the misty fog. At this moment, the Heart Seal was drawn from the bottom of the lake and slowly etched into the skin like a birthmark, inseparable from it.

She whispered:

"OK."

Before the other party could respond, the warm lake water bloomed like silver flowers, and tiny ripples surged outwards, turning into distant circles and dots of ripples.

Splash, splash.

At this point, the subtle noise subsided.

The boy's nostrils were filled with a deep, subtle fragrance, accompanied by a soft warmth that brushed against his hair and pressed against his back, presenting the other person's skin and temperature to his vivid senses like never before. His brain stopped thinking for a moment, completely shut down, and his lips moved but he remained silent.

The immortal casually embraced the person from behind, his hand, bearing the imprint of Heart Seal, gently brushing across the face, lingering on the eyes. Then, his lips brushed against the soft earlobe, his breath soft and gentle, as he whispered:

Let's come and see together.

Su Qing'an was clearly looking at an ancient painting, unable to perceive the real scene—nor did she dare to deliberately look—yet she was still stimulated by the gradually approaching touch of slender fingers and the subsequent movements, causing her breathing to become disordered.

His memories after that became ambiguous and hazy, like flowers falling and withering in the mist. He seemed to be introduced to a larger and more ethereal realm from the hot spring, and all his senses were immersed in gentle humming, swaying and shaking, his soul intoxicated.

At that moment, the girl seemed to be dragged into the mud, but her consciousness remained that of a transcendent god or Buddha. Although she was clearly tainted by filth, she was still so high above, disregarding her own transformation into a clay sculpture in the mortal world, and showing pity for the love in her heart.

Oh no, oh no, oh no!

If we continue to indulge in this gentle tolerance, the future developments will become unknown and deviate from the original intention.

Even with these warnings from his mind, the boy still couldn't bear to leave and lingered in the other's embrace.

As time passed, the man's grip loosened, and he slowly withdrew his hand.

He regained his sight, but then faced an even deeper crisis.

"Do you think this memory is enough?"

The girl's murmurs fell like jade beads from beside his ear, trembling against the skin of his neck, gradually turning it red as if it were being rubbed with sandpaper.

Su Qing'an's fingertips trembled as they brushed against the warm water, and the red rope on her fair wrist emitted a faint glow in the instant the waves rose, with the copper lock on it swaying.

As the emotions of the Manas consciousness reached a continuous peak, it indirectly accelerated the awakening of the Little Feather, creating this not-so-coincidental coincidence.

In the ambiguous scene of their breaths mingling, the disintegrating red rope, under the bewildered gazes of the two, transformed into a girl with black hair and black eyes who fell into the hot spring with a splash.

Splash, splash...

She groggily poked her wet little head out, blinking her eyes as she looked around. Her cute face was as expressionless as ever, except that the focus in her dark, bright pupils was somewhat unfocused, clearly indicating that she had just woken up and was in a dazed, blank state.

Su Qing'an stared at the girl who looked remarkably like herself. The desire that had been rising within him vanished instantly, and his mind was momentarily muddled by the sheer volume of information. He remained silent.

So we're not only married, we also have a daughter?

The immortal, who had always ignored his feelings of shame and was quite at ease, was now in the same state and was slightly taken aback.

So we really are married? And we have a daughter?

Su Muxi and Su Qing'an look extremely similar. Shortly after Su Muxi was born, the two joked that she looked like a female version of the other when she was young. Now that Su Qing'an is only 13 years old, the resemblance is even more obvious, and she was recognized at a glance, and her identity was deduced.

The two exchanged a glance, deciding to postpone their thoughts for the time being. Almost simultaneously, while the girl was still in a daze, they each took action.

The boy focused his gaze, activated the [Stigmata], evaporating all the moisture from her thin clothes. He stood up, pulled the silly girl into his arms, and walked from the void to the shore. He took out a towel from the wooden house and began to wipe her wet head.

The immortal gazed at the objects in the lake that symbolized the mess the other party had just left behind, his eyes slightly upturned, his lips curving upwards, instantly drying the moisture in the fabric, and letting his sleeves fall, causing them to vibrate.

The steaming heat of the entire lake transformed into a refreshing mist, and the hot springs within flowed directly into other tributaries, reaching the bottom of the distant cliffs, and then continued forward, disappearing into the unknown.

The girl glanced at the lake, which had regained its clarity, and then walked towards the girl. The Heaven and Earth Qi transformed into a breeze, which swept her outer garment from the rocks. She let the dark blue-green clothes hang on her shoulders, covering most of her fair skin and the faint hint of spring. Her bare feet stepped on the dust but remained spotless.

Fu Hua looked at the little girl blinking her eyes and the boy behind her wiping her head with a towel, and found the sight of a brother and sister quite amusing. She squatted down, pinched the girl's cheek, and asked Su Qing'an:

Do you remember her?

Su Qing'an glanced at the red string that had vanished from her wrist, sensing the Soul Link between herself and the little thing before her. Her eyes lowered, she answered with a mixture of confusion and certainty:

"I don't know, but... she is that Udu-dust."

Fu Hua was speechless upon hearing this.

She had already determined that the other party's Udu-dust was no longer the original Divine Key clone she had given it, but had become her own body and spirit. However, she never expected that the other party could turn into a little girl who looked exactly like Su Qing'an when she was young.

Su Muxi was even more confused than the two of them. From her perspective, she had just been sealed in the Manas consciousness and kept mute, and she had to force herself to stop the two parents from killing each other. It was incredibly tiring and painful. But when she Awakened, she was immediately transported to a harmonious scene where the two of them were loving each other and even soaking in a hot spring together, doing naughty things.

What kind of bizarre and rapid reversal is this?

A baby less than a year old can't possibly understand that, okay?

But the girl was strong, and she quickly understood what was going on.

Xiao Su, whose personality was previously completely blank, was like a puppet.

A Xiao Fu in a detached and emotionless immortal state, with no related memories.

--These two people are in a state where they are completely unaware of themselves.

So the girl thought and thought, ended her daydreaming, and began to introduce herself in a somewhat aggrieved manner:

"I am a consciousness born from the stacked soul matter of Xiao Fu and Xiao Su within the Udu-dust, and my name is Su Muxi."

The girl, who had always been composed and indifferent, couldn't help but hug the other person when she heard their cold yet childlike voice.

She couldn't bear to see such a lovely child being wronged.

Besides, what difference is there between the consciousness created from the soul matter of myself and Su Qing'an and my daughter?

Such an adorable little cotton-padded jacket fell from the sky; it's such a wonderful surprise!

Although the timing was somewhat delicate and regrettable, she was still very happy.

Fu Hua said with a smile:

"How about Xiao Xi lives with us on Mount Taixu from now on?"

The girl blinked her large, dark eyes, hugged the fairy's waist, buried her head in her arms, and whispered:

"But Xiao Su and Xiao Fu don't recognize me anymore. Won't that feel awkward?"

"I don't want you to be unhappy. I can go back to my old self and disappear."

Su Qing'an stroked her wet hair, resisting the urge to lift her up high.

How can you be so well-behaved?

The girl said with a smile:

"Although Su Qing'an and I don't remember you, it doesn't mean we don't like you."

"Xiao Xi is so cute, we liked you the moment we saw you."

Su Qing'an echoed:

"Yes, and weren't you trying to stop me from attacking China back then? I've heard your voice before, so you should have some memories of that time."

Even if we can't remember the past, we can still listen to your story.

Su Muxi was initially happy upon hearing this, but then it brought back painful memories of the suffering she endured while trapped in the other person's mind, not even having food to eat, being muted every Tiāntiān to chat with Xiao Su, and having to watch the other person eat delicious food. She couldn't help but pout, and said sadly:

"Xiao Su ignored everyone before, that's really bad."

Su Qing'an immediately felt guilty and didn't know what to say.

Whatever the reason, Little Feather did indeed suffer greatly during that period, and she was very pitiful.

The girl glanced at him with a smile upon hearing this, and whispered words of comfort:

"Now that he's admitted his mistake and wants to make it up to Xiao Xi, are you willing to give him that chance?"

Su Muxi didn't speak, but simply nodded her head to indicate her willingness.

She is a very obedient child. Even when she feels wronged, she can understand that it is normal for the other person to ignore her at that time.

It's almost a miracle that Su could reach this stage with Fu Hua, far exceeding her original expectations.

This outcome actually dispelled most of the girl's grievances, replaced by joy and delight at the fact that the ending had been continued in the present picture.

Su Qing'an, who should have burned to ashes in some unknown world.

Fu Hua should have been silently weeping beside the ark.

The fact that these two people can get to know each other again through a reboot, even though they have lost all their original memories, is something that is gratifying for onlookers.

Su Qing'an was rather clumsy with words. He thought for a long time but couldn't figure out how to express his apology. He could only recall the skills he once possessed from his partially recovered memories and finally said earnestly:

"... I've recently remembered how to cook, I'll make you something delicious."

Su Muxi raised her little head and said as if reciting a familiar story:

"Then I want potato chips, mousse cake, marshmallows, chocolate, and the ice cream that Sister Qiluo and Peibo bought for me before."

Su Qing'an:...

Fu Hua:...

Do these things really exist in this era?

The boy said guiltily:

"I probably can't make this."

Su Muxi blinked and asked:

"What about the peach oolong tea and the pork ribs from Qiaotou?"

Su Qing'an took a deep breath, looked into the girl's bright, sparkling eyes, and said softly:

"I'll make it even better than the one you used to eat."

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the girl's slightly joyful expression.

But the boy vaguely sensed something very amiss.

Although I haven't regained my memories yet, what exactly is this bizarre feeling of Awakened one night to find myself with a family, a career, and both a son and a daughter?

That's so strange.

Oh well, I'll get used to it eventually.

Thus, the population of Mount Taixu increased by one again.