Courting Death

"Can't this matter be discussed again, Di Tian?"

A graceful figure stood in the air. As the air currents flowed around her, the girl looked as though she were dancing lightly.

"This is absolutely impossible. Life Water is the core origin of our Star Dou Great Forest. Giving you even a single drop would shake the very foundation of Star Dou Great Forest, let alone several barrels."

An exasperated voice came from the air. Immediately afterward, a black figure emerged from the void.

As the clouds gradually dispersed, the black figure's face was revealed.

His black hair was streaked with a few strands of gold. His golden pupils carried an aura capable of destroying heaven and earth, his gaze filled with ancient vicissitudes and unfathomable depth.

"Ah."

The girl let out a faint sigh. In an instant, the air froze, and heaven and earth seemed to come to a standstill.

The girl's appearance was revealed before Di Tian as well.

A pair of silver-white fox ears stood erect, seeming to be the girl's defining feature. Her pale pink pupils exuded a demonic allure and temptation.

Her snow-white robe not only failed to conceal her proud figure, but instead added a unique sort of beauty to it.

"If several barrels won't do, then two barrels."

A faint smile appeared on the girl's face, but in Di Tian's eyes, that smile looked rather punchable.

Anger surfaced on Di Tian's face as he said with restrained fury, "Hu Zixin, don't go too far. I can help you with certain other matters, but this one is absolutely impossible."

"I'll count this matter as one request."

Hu Zixin spoke calmly, but the determination in her words was already obvious.

Di Tian stared at Hu Zixin in disbelief. "Y-you're sure about this? Think it over carefully. This could—"

"No need to think it over. Also, I want five barrels."

Di Tian seemed to want to say something else, but Hu Zixin cut him off directly.

Di Tian:

So cold.

Where was this?

Why was it so dark here?

And who exactly was I?

Countless fragmented images appeared before his eyes. It seemed his name was Ye Mo.

Looking at the countless images around him, there were memories of his own, as well as memories belonging to someone else.

Ye Mo remembered now. He had not died. It seemed he had been reborn in someone else's body, and these should have been that person's memories.

But why were his memories so fragmented? Could it have something to do with his being reborn in this body? Ye Mo remembered that his soul had nearly shattered.

Yet at this moment, Ye Mo realized that although his soul was severely damaged, it was countless times better than before.

A sudden change occurred, leaving Ye Mo no time to think further.

The memory-like images before Ye Mo all overlapped. An enormous flood of information instantly surged into his mind.

In Ye Mo's current state, he simply could not withstand the impact of such information.

Ye Mo's consciousness gradually blurred as he numbly endured the flood of information. Could it be that I'm really going to die this time?

Just as Ye Mo's consciousness was about to fall asleep, one tragic yet breathtakingly beautiful face after another appeared in his mind.

Right.

I still had to save them.

So,

I couldn't die yet.

His blurred consciousness woke up at that moment. Enormous amounts of information still battered his mind, but warmth seemed to appear in this dark and icy world.

That warmth slowly grew, and a sliver of light appeared in the dark world as well.

Almost instinctively, Ye Mo opened his eyes.

Before him was the same room he had seen before, but now he seemed to be wrapped in something warm.

Ye Mo lowered his head. He was actually taking a bath.

"Young Emperor, you're awake."

A pleasant voice entered Ye Mo's ears. He slowly turned his head, and a somewhat familiar yet affectionate, incomparably beautiful little face appeared before him.

"Y-you, why are you here?"

A childish voice came from Ye Mo's mouth, and his mind instantly crashed.

What the hell is this? Why am I taking a bath? Taking a bath would have been one thing, but why was there a gorgeous beauty here too? What kind of ridiculous setup is this?

None of that is the point. The point is, my voice just now sounded like a child's!

The girl was none other than Hu Zixin, the clan leader from before.

Seeing Ye Mo's utterly bewildered expression, Hu Zixin somehow produced a teacup and slowly sipped her tea. "Young Emperor, calm down. It's a little troublesome to explain right now. I'll explain it to you slowly later."

Ye Mo stared at Hu Zixin in utter confusion. Calm down my ass! How am I supposed to calm down in this situation? No matter how I look at it, this seems like the seduction of an underage boy. And where did you pull that teacup from? It's even steaming!

But this hot water really is comfortable. And it's actually restoring the vitality in my body.

Only then did Ye Mo sense that this was definitely not ordinary water. It was dark green, and the life force contained within this small barrel was so immense that Ye Mo could not even imagine it.

Wait, shouldn't that not be what I'm thinking about right now?

What does it feel like to have a gorgeous beauty beside you, drinking tea while watching you take a bath?

And it seems I've turned into a little brat.

Ye Mo subconsciously reached for a certain part of himself.

Something small and slightly cool met his touch.

It's over, it's over. That part of me got smaller too. Ye Mo raised his head with a lifeless expression and stared at the ceiling.

"Young Emperor, are you feeling unwell?"

Hu Zixin frowned slightly as she looked at Ye Mo's expression. She had examined the Young Emperor's body earlier, and it had already been mostly repaired by the Life Water. There should not have been any serious problems.

"I'm fine. I just want some peace and quiet."

Ye Mo gazed blankly at the ceiling. His heart could no longer bear such a blow. He really had become a little brat.

Hu Zixin leaned close to Ye Mo's ear and said in a breathy voice, "Young Emperor, if you feel unwell, you have to tell me obediently."

Ye Mo clutched his chest—why was he clutching his chest?—and recoiled in alarm. His face turned bright red as he said, "Okay."

Why am I acting like this? I'm a battle-hardened veteran driver. How could I put on such a delicate little-girl act?

Ye Mo complained wildly in his heart, but his little face remained flushed red.

Looking at the girl before him, the sense of familiarity radiating from her made Ye Mo feel inexplicably comfortable.

Ye Mo suddenly had a lapse in judgment and recklessly said, "You wouldn't happen to be my mother, would you?"

Crack.

The girl before him crushed the teacup into powder.

Mother?

End of Chapter