The Otherworldly God

Chapter 366



Chapter 366

Just then, Jiuselu came in with a bowl of hot soup. She saw that Lezheng Yuhua was frowning, and couldn't help but ask with concern: "Master Yuhua, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Le Zheng Yuhua came back to his senses, tore off a blank page and hid it, then closed the book, forced a smile, shook his head and said, "Nothing, just a little upset."

Jiuselu took the opportunity to pour a glass of wine and came in, and even used a large cup, and then said softly: "Master Yuhua, don't worry too much. With your intelligence, you will be able to solve the Eight Diagrams of the Sea in three days and rescue the three of them.

Look, my spiritual island has beautiful scenery and fresh air, it is a good place to cultivate your body and mind. You might as well put aside your distracting thoughts and enjoy the tranquility and beauty here, maybe you will figure it out. Come, try my flower wine, it is pure and refreshing, and it is the best way to relieve worries. "

Le Zheng Yuhua glanced at the clear floral wine in the cup, and thought that she was already tipsy after just drinking a little during the day, so she would probably pass out after drinking this cup.

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Nine. Yuhua is not very good at drinking."

Jiuselu thought that he had been able to hold on after drinking another kind of flower wine of hers during the day, so his current inability to hold his liquor was clearly an excuse.

"You call it a bar, but it's better to call it sweet tea. How can tea be intoxicating? Try it?" Le Zheng Yuhua waved his hand, and Jiuselu stopped asking questions and drank it generously, "Please, sir."

Le Zheng Yuhua went over and sat down, taking a glance at the food in front of her. It was exactly the same as before, so she thought that maybe she only knew how to cook these dishes.

"I am not talented, please forgive me, Master Yuhua."

"My junior brother and I have lived a hard life, so we always believe in eating whatever we can get."

While serving the soup, Le Zheng Yuhua observed her out of the corner of his eye. Whether it was poison or spellcasting, he was prepared to deal with it.

He stirred the hot soup with a spoon, blowing on it occasionally, while observing the Nine-Colored Deer's reaction.

He thought that if the other party really regarded him as a substitute for Lin Shengye and wanted to rekindle their previous relationship, then the possibility of poisoning him was not high.

Le Zheng Yuhua was putting soup into his mouth when he saw Jiuselu pouring wine for him and suddenly realized something.

He drank it carefully, then frowned as if he was choked, and said in a pretentious manner: "It tastes too strong."

Jiuselu paused as he poured the wine, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he pretended to be calm as he explained, "They say that you need to add some cooking wine to make it fragrant. I'm sorry, I haven't made it for a long time, so I must have put too much. Is it really that unpalatable?"

"Maybe it's because I don't drink that it feels heavy, but everything else is impeccable."

When the Nine-Colored Deer heard this, he became happy again.

Le Zheng Yuhua was basically certain that she had added strong liquor in order to get him drunk, so she took the opportunity to push the wine glass towards her, which was also a polite way of declining her toast.

Jiuselu didn't force him, thinking that as long as he was willing to eat the food he cooked, that would be enough, so he picked up the wine glass and drank it in another gulp.

"Sir, please don't be polite to me, enjoy it."

Le Zheng Yuhua continued to pretend that the soup was very hot so that she could eat slowly.

Seeing this scene, Jiuselu couldn't help but think of the past. Wasn't the person sitting opposite her Lin Lang at this moment? She thought so.

She wanted to reach out to him, but her body swayed and Jiuselu saw clearly that the other person was Le Zheng Yuhua and not her Lin Lang, and a tear fell from her face.

She held her head and said, "I was going to get him drunk, so why did I get drunk myself?"

Although Jiuselu would drink a little from time to time, she would only drink those flower wines that were delicious and not easy to get drunk, and then pretend to be drunk, so she could not handle the wine today.

Jiuselu lay on the table, crying silently, "Master Yuhua, what do you think of Lingdao?"

Le Zheng Yuhua took the opportunity to put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, but ended up only taking a sip of the soup and rice.

“It’s far away from the world, peaceful and tranquil. It’s a good place to live in seclusion.”

"Heh, Master Yuhua looks so young, but why does he look like he is fed up with the world?"

"Sometimes, seeing is not necessarily believing. I have experienced enough for the human race."

Jiuselu only thought that he was talking about people and things that he had seen in two worlds, and did not think about it, so he asked again: "Master Yuhua, what do you think of me?"

Le Zheng Yuhua still wanted to inquire about the island's affairs, so he naturally couldn't provoke her, so he replied: "The ninth girl is beautiful, easy-going, and affectionate."

"Am I really as good as you say?"

When Jiuselu heard this, her cheeks flushed slightly and her eyes sparkled with anticipation, as if she was waiting for more praise from him.

However, Yue Zheng Yuhua changed the subject and sighed, "It's just that Miss Nine seems to have an inseparable feeling for the past. This feeling is both your bond and your pain. Although Yuhua doesn't know what kind of story there is between you and Lin Shengye, Yuhua believes that only by letting go of the past can you be truly happy."

When Jiuselu heard this, a flash of shock flashed in her eyes, followed by deep sadness. She slowly stood up, walked to the door, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and whispered: "Let go? Easier said than done. At that time, I thought the best thing in the world was nothing more than this, just being with him.

However, a sudden accident happened and he passed away, and my heart followed him. Over the past few hundred years, although I appeared calm on the surface, my heart was burning like a raging fire, and I was in great pain.

He is gone from this island, but he is everywhere. I hid here, but I kept wandering around. I wanted to leave here, but outside was the Eight Diagrams he left behind.

Didn't you just ask me if we were husband and wife? No, we are not husband and wife in reality, nor in name. We haven't had time to establish that relationship yet."

"Death made me leave you and made me miss you so much. If death is the only thing that can bring me back to you, I am willing to give it a try."

Le Zheng Yuhua thought about the last words left by Lin Shengye and said slowly: "He... is dead?"

When Jiuselu heard that word, his excitement instantly subsided, "He is just a mortal." She seemed to be talking about the short life span of humans, but Lezheng Yuhua felt that the matter was not simple.

Suddenly, the Nine-Colored Deer laughed like a madman, turned around and looked at Le Zheng Yuhua's back.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the Nine-Colored Deer said with tears in his eyes: "He didn't want to wear red clothes, but he still wore it that day. He said that there is a custom in his hometown that men and women cannot meet before getting married, and they have to go through three books and six ceremonies. Although it is complicated, only in this way can the man show his importance and respect for the woman. Although there are some differences, I have heard that human marriages have many rules, so I was very happy to listen to him."

The Nine-Colored Deer laughed, and his voice changed. "Why? I thought I treated him wholeheartedly, and I never doubted what he said, but everything he did was to get rid of me. In the end, he was wearing a red dress and hanging there with the red flower that he should have hung on his chest.

Hahahaha, he never loved me from the beginning to the end, never."


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