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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter 21: My Face Was Scratched by a Cat
Tears, what is this? The drop from three hundred years ago before I closed my eyes!
"Ugh... it hurts. Shu Que Wu Pan." The voice was soft, like a little cat's paw gently scratching at Kong Xuan's heart. Under the moonlight, the face of the priestess blended into the timeline, as if something within was about to break free from its cocoon, tearing apart the memories that had been dormant for three hundred years.
On that desperate afternoon three hundred years ago, Light Eye also cried and struggled, piercing her own heart with a Peacock Feather. Her warm blood dripped onto Kong Xuan's chest, yet it felt like a bone-deep chill. The Peacock Great Bright Heart Mantra, which was clearly Kong Xuan's weapon against others, was now uttered by Light Eye's lips—how ironic! Kong Xuan closed his eyes, and the first tear of his life slid down.
Phoenix Erzi, Azure Feathered Peacock, and Golden-Winged Roc were all part of the Ancient Demon God. The peacock looked down on everything, unyielding; the Dapeng remained calm and grand without revealing its sharpness. The Dapeng could bleed no more than three times, and the peacock could shed no more than three tears; if they broke their vows, their essence would be destroyed, and their souls scattered.
Kong Xuan's fingers cut into Tang Zisu's chest as if slicing tofu. He knew this would hurt him even more; at this moment, he wished that the golden flames of karma would burn him to ashes so they could share the pain together.
The little cat beneath him trembled in agony, tightly gripping his arm and whimpering, its entire body snuggling into his embrace as if seeking help.
Kong Xuan awoke from his dreamlike state and loosened his grip, collapsing onto the pillow. He only closed his eyes after seeing Tang Zisu settle down with soft murmurs.
In the morning, Tang Zisu groggily opened her eyes. A soreness that felt like being run over by a vehicle radiated from her nerve endings to her brain, causing her to involuntarily groan in pain.
Tang Zisu fumbled over her body: "Damn it, what did I do last night? Why does my whole body feel like it's been crushed?" She touched a sore spot and shivered in pain, suddenly recalling the events from her dream last night. Goodness, it was like watching a movie where she herself was fully immersed in the performance.
At first, she dreamed of gnawing on Chicken Feet, then a snake bit her tongue. Later, the snake transformed into a human-headed serpent resembling the Beauty beside her. Most shockingly, the beautiful snake wrapped its tail around her, seemingly wanting to swallow her whole in just moments.
Oh my, is it really that scary? You nearly scared me to death!
Tang Zisu curled up in her blanket, mumbling and twisting around, almost turning herself into a pretzel, completely unaware that her hand was still in her pants, looking utterly inappropriate.
Suddenly, Tang Zisu's blanket was pulled back, revealing Kong Xuan's beautiful face right in front of her. His clear, azure eyes resembled a tranquil spring pool, instantly captivating her soul.
Kong Xuan watched Tang Zisu's antics for a long time, finding it hard not to laugh. But when he leaned in and pressed his face against hers, Tang Zisu felt as if she had returned to a dream. She immediately panicked and pulled the blanket over her head, saying, "Y-You stay away!"
The beauty reached out and lifted the blanket: "Do you want to suffocate yourself?"
Tang Zisu finally calmed down and suddenly noticed a noticeable scratch on Kong Xuan's otherwise flawless face. She asked, "Xuan Xuan, what happened to your face?"
Kong Xuan raised his hand to touch it: "Do you believe me if I say it was from a cat?"
Tang Zisu stared blankly for a moment before awkwardly replying, "Is that cat me?"
"You see, even when you sleep, it's like you're in a battle. If I hadn't held down your hands and feet last night, it wouldn't just be my face that got hurt."
Tang Zisu chuckled foolishly. "Goddess, you're exaggerating! Although I do have a terrible sleeping posture, I would never turn it into a full-on brawl. It was you who pinned me down in the dream and did those things; how could I possibly have done anything to you?"
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