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She herself was surprised that, when facing this tall man with hair that looked like a mushroom, which she was meeting for the first time, she felt no restraint whatsoever.
He felt completely relaxed, and a strange sense of happiness welled up inside him. Even his tone became playful, as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for a few days, not just meeting for the first time.
Shi Kuan was slightly taken aback by the title "big guy," then raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, making his fluffy "mushroom head" a little messy.
A simple, honest smile appeared on his face, and his cheeks quietly flushed.
No matter how many years have passed, he always panics when facing her, and can't even speak coherently.
“Miss Butai, my name is Shi Kuan. You haven’t seen me before because… the last time we met was hundreds of years ago.”
He deliberately lowered his voice, afraid of startling the person in front of him.
"Hmm? Hundreds of years ago?"
Butai blinked, about to retort, "How old am I?", but then stopped abruptly, his pupils contracting slightly.
"No... hundreds of years ago? You mean... my past life?"
"Could my past life have been... Tu Shan?"
Shi Kuan nodded emphatically, his eyes gentle.
"Yes, you are the one I'm destined to be with in my next life, my... beloved from hundreds of years ago."
"My dearest...you..."
Butai's heart skipped a beat, and his cheeks flushed.
She forced herself to look away and suppress the unfamiliar flutter in her eyes, but as soon as she spoke, her eyes widened in surprise.
"So, you're... a demon?"
"No... Shi Kuan... Shi Kuan... You are the Demon Emperor of Beishan?!"
In the words of her elders, this name referred to a demon emperor who could destroy the heavens and the earth, a local overlord.
But the person in front of me only showed me a kind and gentle heart.
Shi Kuan answered lightly, but a glint appeared in his eyes.
"Back then, you were the princess of the Demon-Controlling Kingdom."
“You personally unshackled me, gave me freedom, and also gave freedom to all the demons of Beishan.”
"It was you who taught me, from a heartless stone, to experience joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness."
"It was you who taught me the weight of the word 'protection.' You gave me the meaning of life and made me understand why I exist."
"It was you... who brought color to my life. I will follow you and love you for the rest of my life..."
"You are my princess...you will always be my princess..."
"But...but...I don't remember anything..."
Butai's voice weakened. Seeing the tears that quietly seeped from the corners of Shi Kuan's eyes, his heart felt like it was being gently pricked by fine needles, and a wave of heartache washed over him.
She wanted to step forward and wipe away the tear, but her feet seemed to be nailed to the spot.
She knew nothing of the past, and although the person in front of her seemed familiar, it was the first time they had met.
She wasn't even sure if she was really the reincarnation of the "beloved" he spoke of.
Am I really... her?
"Hmm? You forgot? That makes things easier."
A clear, melodious voice broke in. Mu Qinghan stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching for a long time, and finally got his turn to act.
He took two steps forward and pulled out two palm-sized wooden hammers from his sleeve. The hammerheads were smooth, and they were the Dream Hammers that Shi Kuan had given him long ago.
"If you want to regain your memories, all I need to do is use this Dream Hammer to gently tap your heads."
"Well, Butai? Sit down facing Shi Kuan."
Butai responded softly and looked up at Shi Kuan.
At that moment, she suddenly understood that inexplicable sense of familiarity—his figure, his eyes, and the blurry outline from her countless nights of dreams gradually overlapped.
The person who stood firmly in front of her in her dreams, no matter what dangers they faced, even amidst a thousand armies, was him.
When Shi Kuan saw her nod, his eyes instantly lit up with intense joy, like a parched land suddenly brightened by rain.
He quickly sat down opposite Butai, his back ramrod straight, but he carefully closed his eyes and even breathed softly, afraid of missing this hard-won opportunity.
"In that case, I will begin."
"Come and recall your memories from your past life."
Mu Qinghan raised the Dream-Remembering Hammer.
Shi Kuan and Butai spoke in unison, their voices filled with anticipation and trepidation.
"Okay, ready."
Shi Kuan closed his eyes, clenched his hands tightly on his knees, held his breath, and straightened his back, like a stone statue devoutly awaiting baptism.
Butai also took a deep breath, closed his eyes like him, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously fiddled with the hem of his clothes.
The Dream Hammer gently landed on their foreheads, with very little force.
Butai's eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes to look at Mu Qinghan with a puzzled expression.
"Hmm? I...I didn't feel anything...Did you tap too lightly, Dean?"
Shi Kuan opened his eyes, touched his forehead, and shook his head blankly.
Feel nothing.
Mu Qinghan frowned and tightened his grip on his wrist.
This time it was a bit heavier than before, and the wooden hammer struck his forehead with a crisp sound.
But the two remained silent. Butai even raised his hand to rub his forehead, his eyes filled with even more doubt.
Huh? Still no response?
"Then I'll use more force."
Mu Qinghan rolled up his sleeves, realizing he had been too polite earlier, so this time he simply raised his arm and knocked down with all his might.
With a muffled thud, Butai hissed, and a small red patch instantly appeared on his forehead.
But the gates of memory remained unmoved; there wasn't even a blurry fragment of any past life, let alone any images of it.
Mu Qinghan panicked and began smashing the Dream Hammer in his hand against the two men's foreheads like hail.
"Dong dong dong dong dong!"
Mu Qinghan frowned deeply, his hand movements creating afterimages.
He refused to believe in superstitions...
"Ouch—it hurts!"
Butai was the first to break down, clutching her forehead and shrinking back, tears welling in her eyes from the pain.
"Dean, stop knocking! If you keep knocking, I'm going to knock you unconscious!"
Shi Kuan frowned. He barely felt anything; he was now trying to figure out where things had gone wrong.
Mu Qinghan stopped what he was doing, holding the Dream Hammer, and scratched his head.
"Um...sorry, Shi Kuan, why isn't your Dream Hammer working?"
Shi Kuan was also stunned. He held the Dream Hammer and looked at it over and over, muttering to himself.
"This...this shouldn't be happening?!"
"I clearly heard the fox demon from Tushan say it was effective... Hmm? That's not right!"
He slapped his thigh suddenly, realizing, "It seems we also need the fox demon's demonic power to be injected! I only gave you the hammer and forgot to mention that!"
The air fell silent instantly. Mu Qinghan's hand, holding the hammer, froze in mid-air. Butai covered his reddened forehead, while Shi Kuan looked annoyed that he had "forgotten the key step."
Mu Qinghan shook his head helplessly, then looked at Yi Mengchui.
This guy is really unreliable...
The power of a fox demon?
We need a fox spirit...
Chapter 97 The snow is so beautiful…
Wow...it's so beautiful...
With a soft, sweet voice, Tu Shan Ya Ya lay on the soft bed, her cheeks rubbing against the fluffy blankets, causing them to sink slightly.
She tilted her head, her bright eyes gazing out the window.
Snowflakes fell like white cotton, covering the usually verdant bamboo tips and vermilion eaves of Tushan with a layer of fluffy snow.
"It's snow! It's so much snow, I've never seen it before."
She murmured softly, her two little legs dangling from the edge of the bed, her fair ankles swaying back and forth, her toes occasionally brushing against the soft cushion by the fireplace on the floor before gently pulling back.
Her fingertips gently tugged at the yarn on the tatami mat, her eyes reflecting the swirling snowflakes, as if she had captured the tenderness of an entire winter in her gaze.
"Yes, our Tushan is warm like spring all year round. It does snow, but I've never seen such heavy snow before."
Tu Shan Rongrong smiled slightly, stretched, and slowly left the room.
"I want to go out for a walk."
Tu Shan Ya Ya responded softly, her chin resting on her hand, the tip of her nose slightly reddened by the cold air seeping in from the window.
She sniffed lightly, but couldn't help but smile.
The wind whipped up snowflakes that pattered against the window paper, and she watched intently, her fingertips tracing the path of the snowflakes.
Such scenery is indeed beautiful.
Just as I was engrossed in watching, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the small river not far away out of the corner of my eye.
The blue stone arch bridge over the river is now covered in snow, turning into a winding white jade ribbon, and a couple stands in the center of the bridge embracing.