Chapter 42

Ning Wuque had another dream.

In a sea of white clouds, he dreamed of his girlfriend from his previous life, who smiled and said to him, "Live well."

The blurry figure floated in the white clouds, and Ning Wuque stretched out his hand, chasing on the ground, but the figure gradually drifted away with the clouds, gradually disappearing, and finally completely dissipated in the air.

Awakening from the nightmare, the intense pain all over his body made Ning Wuque grit his teeth and open his eyes. He found himself in a clean little attic, with a table and chairs in sight, and a book box on the table—it was his room in the Zhang residence.

"Ouch..."

Slightly moving, Ning Wuque couldn't help but frown. His whole body felt as if it had been cut by knives and swords. Suddenly, Ning Wuque remembered that he had indeed been injured by knives and swords. His memory slowly returned.

That night, Ning Wuque had slaughtered in Yixiang Garden, receiving countless sword and knife wounds. After a simple treatment, he vaguely remembered saying something to Li Xiuning, and then he knew nothing more.

It must have been those people who sent him back to the Zhang residence. With Li Xiuning's abilities, finding out where he was staying was as easy as drinking water. Despite the pain, Ning Wuque straightened up and found himself wrapped in white bandages all over his body. From the wounds, medicine was seeping into his body, and a sense of vitality slowly enveloped him.

At that moment, the door of the attic was pushed open, and a beautiful woman walked in. Seeing Ning Wuque sitting on the bed, she exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master, you're awake?"

Clang...

Outside the room, the sound of two heavy objects colliding was heard, followed by two figures rushing in, pushing the beautiful woman to the side, "Cousin, are you okay?"

Ning Wuque looked in the direction of the voices and saw Ning Wushuang, who had been in prison, and Ning Bo Wu, who was grinning. His eyes, hidden under disheveled black hair, showed deep concern.

Both were wrapped in white bandages, crowding by the bed. Especially Ning Wushuang, who still had bloodstains on his body. The concerned look made Ning Wuque feel a warmth he had never experienced before.

"I'm fine. How about you? Did you suffer?"

Ning Wuque smiled and looked at the beautiful figure, slightly stunned. Why was it her?

"No, at first they used some torture, but after Master Zhang came, they didn't dare to use it anymore." Ning Wushuang scratched his head, embarrassed, "Not as serious as Cousin's injuries."

"Oh, Cousin, it was this young lady and a Taoist who brought you back."

"What, Young Master doesn't recognize me anymore?" The beautiful figure walked over and smiled at Ning Wuque, a faint fragrance wafting. Ning Wushuang couldn't help but sneak a few glances, then looked at Ning Wuque and couldn't help but grin.

"Miss Lanruo, how could I not recognize you?"

Ning Wuque glared at Ning Wushuang. Having grown up together, Ning Wuque knew exactly what Ning Wushuang's grin meant. However, he was also puzzled—why would Lanruo bring him back?

Lanruo was now wearing a simple and elegant white dress, her slender figure and long, graceful body were as charming as a lotus in a summer pond. Her delicate face and fresh smile were a rare beauty even in Yixiang Garden.

Lanruo bent down, her beautiful face almost touching Ning Wuque's, clearly visible to him. Her red lips parted, exhaling a faint fragrance, and her well-proportioned body exuded temptation. She spoke in a soft, seductive voice, "The garden owner has ordered me to serve Young Master from now on. Could it be that Young Master doesn't fancy me?"

Seduction, blatant seduction!

Ning Wu's eyes were fixed, wondering how his cousin could be so amazing that beautiful women would throw themselves at him. Ning Bo Wu was still grinning, as he always did.

Ning Wuque, smelling the alluring fragrance, felt a heat rise in his lower abdomen. He couldn't help but swallow, his throat dry. The red lips were almost touching his, and he only needed to move his head a little to kiss the tempting peach.

"Stinky scholar, are you awake?"

Suddenly, a furious and delicate scolding came from the doorway. Ning Wuque was startled, and when he came to his senses, Lanruo had already straightened up, smiling, and turned to say, "Miss Luo, you're here. Young Master Ning is awake."

The faint fragrance disappeared, leaving Ning Wuque feeling a sense of loss. He then came to his senses, wondering if he was a lecher.

Looking at the doorway, he saw Luo Ying standing there, wearing a white dress, a fox fur jacket, and animal skin boots, her face full of anger. Behind her was the maid Xiaotao, and beside her was a Taoist with a duster at his waist. The Taoist smiled helplessly when he saw Ning Wuque's gaze.

Clearly, the three had been there for a while.

"Hmph, who's here to see him? Xiaotao, let's go..."

Luo Ying, seeing Ning Wuque and another woman as beautiful as herself, and the intimate scene just now, felt a burning flame in her heart, like an angry young leopard. Her chest heaved as she turned and ran.

"Miss, Miss..." Xiaotao chased after her, quickly running away.

Ning Wuque scratched his head, wondering what was going on. He hadn't provoked her, and yet she was acting so strangely.

Looking at Lanruo again, Ning Wuque thought, women are all so unpredictable!

"Young Master..."

The Taoist entered and bowed to Ning Wuque. Ning Wuque returned the bow. The Taoist looked around, and Lanruo, who had been in Yixiang Garden for a long time, smiled, "Young Master, you talk first. Brother Wushuang, let's go out."

Ning Wushuang knew the Taoist had something to say and pulled Ning Bo Wu. Ning Wuque nodded slightly and smiled, "They are my brothers. Daoist, please speak freely."

The Taoist nodded, and Lanruo left, closing the door. The Taoist took a deep breath and looked at Ning Wuque, "Young Master, are you sixteen this year? If I'm not mistaken, you were born on the 15th of the first month in the fourth year of the Ren Shou era of the Sui dynasty, with half-human, half-demon blood!"

Ning Wuque was startled, looking at the Taoist with caution. Could it be that the people who killed his parents had come to find him?

His face remained calm, and Ning Wuque said calmly, "Why do you say that, Daoist?"

Seeing Ning Wuque's caution, the Taoist smiled slightly, "Young Master, don't be alarmed. I had some ties with your mother in the past, but I am not the one who harmed you. Your mother was being pursued, and I, with my limited Taoist powers, could not save her. She committed suicide by the river. After that, I searched for you for sixteen years. That day, I sensed the hidden demon aura on you at the city gate, and I had a suspicion."

"Oh? How can you prove that I am the one you are looking for?"

Ning Wuque did not immediately believe the Taoist. Even if the Taoist had some proof, it didn't mean much. Human hearts are unpredictable. Why didn't the Taoist act back then?

However, one thing was certain: the Taoist knew about his background!

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