Chapter 106 Past Hatred, New Resentments (6)

After feeding the bird, he put Ling Miaomiao’s canopy down, put on his coat and went out.

Mu Sheng picked up the pot on the stone bench and watered the pots of hanging orchids in the front yard. The watering was quickly done, so he looked at the green grass leaves.

Under the thin winter sunlight, the round leaves were flowing with water droplets and shining with a little light.

He silently touched his heart and felt the beating of his heart under his skin.

After the forgetfulness spell was lifted, countless forgotten memories of the past came flooding back to his mind.

He traced the face of Murong’er in his mind, every frown and smile, and finally slowly drew out the familiar person he knew at first, combing his hair in front of the makeup table, speaking softly, “Little Sheng’er’s hair is like his father’s, black and shiny.

The light in front of the red gauze canopy was dim, a ray of light came in through the gap in the curtain and fell on her side face, serene and gentle, with eyes that could not hide her affection.

This was a person who did not even know how to hate.

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She took his wrist and smiled, “Sheng’er, these are the tears of parting.”

“I will not let you become a monster,” she said, wiping away her tears. She pulled up his hair and neatly cutting off the threads of hatred from his head.

The Broken Moon Scissors is an immortal object, and between love or hate, only one can be cut off. Cutting off his innate hate, meant she could not cut off her accumulated lifetime of love.

From love, birthed hatred, and from pregnancy, birthed the resentful banshee.

Mother Rong held his hand, lovingly grooming the hair on his forehead: “Do not be afraid of mother, mother will protect you with all her might. You must live.”

And he thus from a monster who did not recognize his close relatives, he went a step back and became a half-demon who could disguise himself as an human, and today, he still has love and hate, and has worldly pleasures, and lives in this world with feelings.

His palm pressed against his heart. Slowly, the temperature of his chest seeped into the cold palm of his hand.

If it wasn’t for him, nothing would have happened. If it wasn’t for him, Murong’er wouldn’t have been devoured by the resentful banshee. He was the root of the problem.

The young man raised the corners of his mouth, a self-deprecating smile slowly creeping across his face, his eyes containing a bit of cold light.

There was another memory that came to mind.

The first time he entered the Mu House, during a meal, Bai Yirong uncharacteristically mentioned him.

“Mu Sheng doesn’t have a courtesy name yet, right?” She asked this offhandedly and Mu Huaijiang was unconcerned, while Bai Jin looked at her strangely.

“I asked someone to come up with one, a lucky one, called Ziqi.”

She had always caused trouble, and everyone was used to it. Bai Jin recited it silently to herself and found nothing amiss, so she smiled and agreed: “Then let’s call him Ziqi.

Now that he thought about it, the tone of Bai Yirong’s voice that day, even underneath the pretentious indifference, held a familiar tenderness.

It seemed that at the time, she was still trying to tell him his original name.

However…… that memory should have taken place after the forgetfulness spell, so why did he not remember it before?

The young man frowned, his closed eyelashes trembled, temples aching…… The forgetfulness spell had been lifted, how come he still felt this way?

“Ziqi.”

A clear, crisp call brought him out of the abyss.

He looked up, Ling Miaomiao had pushed the window open, and was currently lying on the window looking at him. He didn’t know how long she had been lying there, her face was blown red by the wind.

The world instantly regained its vitality, the sound of birds and wind broke out from the silence, a little of the warm fragrance wafted out from the house. The dense fragrance in the tent, the girl’s warm body, and vivid eyes, all seemed to be reasons for him to stay in the world.

“What are you doing?” Miaomiao leaned on the windowsill, a smile in her eyes. The bird cage was in her hands, quietly hiding it behind her back, ready to show him Shengsheng’s masterpiece.

The bird in the cage had eaten a large pit out of the grain which had been piled into a small mountain, chewing slowly so as not to choke, and spraying water on it, like a meticulous sculptor who carved out a marvelous thing like that of a mushroom rock.

Ling Miaomiao watched him approach, ready to wait for him to meekly admit to “watering flowers”, and then to tell him “is there still water in the pot”, but who would have thought he’d decide to go up to the window, tilt his face up, close his eyes, and put his lips in front of her eyes.

“Waiting for you.”

The girl paused, a faint flush rising on her cheeks, her arm propped up on the windowsill, her body leaning out of the window, slowly lowering her head.

“Chi——” The cage tilted. The bird watched its mushroom rock fall over, and flapped its wings in anger.

These days, when Mu Sheng and Mu Yao met, they could barely look at each other.

Their grievances were so entangled that they can’t tell who has wronged whom more.

In contrast, Muyao’s frustration was even more pronounced. When Liu Fuyi forcefully pushed the rice bowl in front of her, she only ate a little before losing her appetite.

Bai Jin’s letter nearly shattered her long-held beliefs: “Fuyi, I really don’t know if I want to set up this array or not.”

It was the protagonist group’s plan from the beginning to set up the Seven Killings Array and wait for the resentful banshee. Now, she had come to realize that her family’s grievances had come about from another reason, and that another soul had taken over Bai Yirong’s body. The hatred that had brought her to this point had practically become a joke.

The table was silent for a moment, and Liu Fuyi replied, “Do you think that if we don’t make preparations, the resentful banshee will let the two of you go?

His gaze swept over Mu Yao, and then looked helplessly at Mu Sheng.

Mu Yao did not open her mouth, but Mu Sheng answered first: “No.”

Ling Miaomiao looked at him, but the young man was already back to concentrating on his meal.

Mu Yao clearly understood this truth in her heart. She was the daughter of the enemy and Mu Sheng was the source of her power. Even if they let go of her, she would not let them go.

She sighed and had to look Mu Sheng straight in the face: “A’Sheng……”

Her voice was a bit raw.

“Let’s set up the array.” Mu Sheng did not raise his eyes. While taking food, replied, “The resentful banshee is not her.”

The resentful banshee who consumed her was also his enemy.

In this way, while idly talking during lunch, the plan was finalized.

Liu Fuyi cleared his throat to break the stagnant atmosphere, “Yao’er.

He looked around at everyone and sighed, “If you’re really unhappy, let’s have a wedding.”

There was instantly silence on the table, and Yao froze in place for a moment.

Then, with a clatter, Miaomiao dropped one of her chopsticks. She hastily picked it up and excitedly hit the table: “Brother Liu, are you proposing?

Mu Yao was stunned at first, and then she blushed: “Miaomiao, don’t speak non……”

“Yes, I’m proposing.” Liu Fuyi gently interrupted her and gazed softly at Mu Yao’s face, “It’s been delayed for so long, it’s time to stop delaying. Let’s get married.”

“……”

Before the snowy season came, Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao got married in this exquisite mansion in Wufang Town.

Ling Miaomiao thought that her and Mu Sheng’s dilapidated temple wedding was already simple enough, but she didn’t expect Mu Yao’s wedding to be several times more simple than hers, there wasn’t even an embroidered tasseled scarf¹ , but simply a red veil and dress. They lit a row of candles in the hall and held the wedding ceremony in the courtyard.

After all, they were the hero and heroine of the original book, with their original fine appearances, Liu Fuyi was gentle and Mu Yao was cool. Even if they wore the most inexpensive clothes and walked in arm in arm, they were a pair of noble and elegant people, no one could be more compatible than them.

On the night of the wedding, Ling Miaomiao cooked a meal of dumplings for the couple.

The dumplings were wrapped by her and Mu Sheng together, and they were all floppy and appalling, and when they were salvaged, many of them were broken. Ling Miaomiao is very guilty while scooping all the broken dumplings into her own bowl, and finally had Mu Sheng pour them into his bowl.

“You are so smart, but why can’t you learn how to wrap dumplings?” Ling Miaomiao covered her face and asked sadly.

The young man looked at her, seemed a little surprised, slightly pursed his lips, and said with certainty: “Next time I’ll be able to.

Would it be so miraculous?

Ling Miaomiao has not yet rounded the corner. Wearing wedding clothes, Liu Fuyi opened his mouth, he held a broken dumpling, looked at it for a while: “Miaomiao, next time you cook dumplings, sprinkle some salt, it will help it not break.

“Oh.” Ling Miaomiao nodded, embarrassed.

Liu Fuyi put it in his mouth, tasted it, and laughed: “Miaomiao, there’s not enough salt and there’s too much five spice powder.

Ling Miaomiao restrained herself for a while, forgiving him as he got married today, and said, “Got it.

The veil was raised by Mu Yao, revealing her perfectly shaped red lips. She carefully ate one, giving Miaomiao help: “I think it’s good.

Liu Fuyi said in her ear: “She really can’t cook; she needs to practice.

Mu Yao couldn’t help herself: “Actually, I’m not much better than Miaomiao.

“That’s not the same.” I can cook,” Liu Fuyi replied, “You have me.

Ling Miaomiao covered her eyes and just watched from between her fingers as they were flirting with each other: “……Brother Liu, after you two finish eating, hurry and go have your first night.

Liu Fuyi stopped talking; he sat up and concentrated on eating dumplings. This straightforward man, who had always been slow to react, was embarrassed by Miaomiao’s teasing.

Miaomiao stared curiously at Mu Yao’s exposed lips.

Since her debut, Mu Yao had always appeared with a light and clean image, and she had never seen her in heavy makeup.

Miaomiao felt a curiosity scratching at her heart and asked cautiously, “Sister Mu, can I see your face?

“Yes.” Miao Yao hesitated and raised her hand to lift the veil, but Liu Fuyi held her hand down.

“My bride, only I can look at her. Why are you looking at her?”

Miaomiao exasperatedly replied with, “hmph.”

Liu Fuyi led Miao Yao into the bridal chamber. Their steps were gentle and calm, with an indescribable warmth and serenity. Miaomiao watched from afar, her heart filled with mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.

If the plot line did not go terribly wrong, the marriage of the two protagonists, marked that “Demon Hunters” was about to enter the end, the last great wave was about to hit, and the story was to end suddenly at the climax.

This final hurdle was the death hurdle(?) for all of them.

When she returned to the room, Miaomiao sat in front of the vanity, combing her hair in front of the mirror.

Thinking of how she wasn’t able to see Sister Mu’s face, she was so angry that she gave herself a red lip.

Mu Sheng sat by her and did not blame her for putting on makeup at night, but rather looked at her with bright eyes and a twinkle in his eye: “I’ll help you.

“You’ll do it?” Ling Miaomiao hesitated for a moment, and with curiosity, she tilted her head and closed her eyes to see what he would accomplish.

The young man took a thin weasel bristle brush from the shelf, walked over to her, cupped her face, and dabbed the brush in cinnabar and drew on her forehead.

The wet tip of the brush tickled her forehead, and her closed eyelashes fluttered as she muttered, “Is it ready?

“Almost.” He deliberately slowed his pace, examining her brow, each stroke like a lingering kiss on her forehead.

“Done.” He released his hand, Ling Miaomiao opened her eyes, and looked in the mirror. A red five-petal plum blossom was exquisitely painted on her forehead.

Mu Sheng’s black eyes looked at the mirror. Quietly, the corners of his lips slightly curved—— he had a selfish motive for it.

The five-petaled plum blossom was used to represent him when Ling Miaomiao carved words on the bamboo dragonfly.

“Wow.” Ling Miaomiao was oblivious to everything else, looking intently at the mirror, wanting to reach out and touch it, but afraid of damaging it, her fingers rested apprehensively on the edge of her forehead, and said in amazement, “How beautiful.

She turned her head and her excited eyes met his, and Mu Sheng gently lifted her chin and kissed her on the forehead.

“Hey——”

My flower!

Miaomiao shrieked in anger and dodged backwards, but Mu Sheng pressed the back of her head and did not let her escape, deliberately pressing on her forehead, using his soft lips to rub the flower into a messy red spot.

“……” Ling Miaomiao looked in the mirror and saw that the five-petaled plum blossom that was only been alive for less than a minute had already been destroyed, and also saw a bit of red on the lips of the black lotus flower. Surprised, she threw a strip of silk at him: “Hurry and wipe it off.”

“Didn’t I tell you? I told you, you’ll get poisoned if you eat it!”

Mu Sheng wiped his lips obediently and looked at her with a face full of innocence.