Upon hearing Mu Nan'ning's voice,
only three words came to Xu Qingxiao's mind.
I don't believe it.
If she could actually remember, Xu Qingxiao would immediately retreat to the countryside, shave his head, and become a monk.
Both men turned their gazes toward Mu Nan'ning.
She, in turn, looked at Xu Qingxiao with unwavering certainty.
"You and I have definitely met, and very recently, too. The way you speak and carry yourself is very much like someone I know."
"Did you appear in my dream?"
Mu Nan'ning had finally remembered.
At first, she had been unable to recall it, but the more she looked at Xu Qingxiao, the more familiar he seemed. She kept thinking and thinking until, all of a sudden, she realized how familiar his mannerisms were.
Immediately, she thought of yesterday's dream.
"Little sister, stop making trouble."
Mu Nanping was growing angry.
He had thought his sister really had met Xu Qingxiao before, but in a dream?
That was the greatest joke under heaven.
How could a Dream-Entering Art exist in this world? The Nightmare Clan could slip into other people's dreams, but was Xu Qingxiao a demon?
That was clearly impossible.
He therefore believed his sister was deliberately preventing him from having a proper conversation.
"Brother, it's true. I feel like he's been in my dream."
"And he saw my body, too."
Mu Nan'ning spoke earnestly.
Bang!
At that moment, Mu Nanping truly lost his temper.
He slammed his palm against the table and looked at Mu Nan'ning, his eyes blazing with anger.
"You truly know no bounds! You spout nonsense, and your words are utterly shameless!"
"Brother Xu is a Confucian scholar. Leaving aside whether he knows the Dream-Entering Art, even if he did, he would never peep at your body."
"Mu Nan'ning, you are