Chapter 47

Perhaps the lost memory and the powerful existence that I inexplicably encountered in my dreams are somehow inexplicably related, that... old man!

Damn it!

"You're still here!" A voice filled with surprise and joy sounded, and by the end, it was already choked with sobs, like the wind at midnight, the lonely soul in the wind sobbing.

"Damn! How could I die so easily!" the voice cursed, without anger or irritability, like an old man with white temples, gently patting the child crying on his knee, muttering.

What's going on? Bu Li was dazed; everything that appeared before him made him completely confused. If the powerful existence used a thread of consciousness when he subdued the old vine, now this existence seemed to have fully awakened, its overwhelming pressure condensed but not released, making one feel as if looking up at a towering mountain.

Is it a soul or something else? Bu Li was thinking when he heard the powerful existence say, "It's not impossible to become a patterned beast; even I have taken residence in a pattern. But, do you deserve it?!"

As he spoke, Bu Li felt a gust of wind rise, and countless fine silver snakes of lightning danced in the sky. A soft cry, and then a soft body fell right on top of him.

"Do you deserve it?!" The last words of the powerful existence echoed like a mountain echo, repeating endlessly. Each repetition made Bu Li feel the body on top of him shudder. He himself felt nothing special, because the incredibly powerful existence did not want to harm him, and Bu Li knew this. But what about Zhang Xitong? How did she get into his memories?

With her abilities, Zhang Xitong used the patterns on her body to try to find out why she felt so familiar and close to Bu Li. When the soul technique of the pattern entered Bu Li's soul, it startled the mysterious and powerful existence. Without any struggle, it only took a wave of pressure or a breath to make Zhang Xitong's pattern kneel?

Really kneel? Really kneel!

And Zhang Xitong's soul was actually shouted into his body by that existence, landing directly on him. What kind of great power was this? Where was it? The last time he subdued the old vine, Bu Li wanted to find this existence but had no clue.

What a perverse interest! Bu Li helplessly found that Zhang Xitong's soft body fell on him, not like two souls, but as if they were really embracing in the milky white mist. With each painful shudder of Zhang Xitong, Bu Li felt her skin, smooth like jade, lightly slide over his body. The clothes on his body could not block the heat and smoothness of her young body, as if they were naked and embracing.

The scene was picturesque and enchantingly beautiful.

Bu Li was not a saint; although he was worried about the uncertain future, his body reacted involuntarily. Zhang Xitong was immersed in an unnamed pain in the chaos, but after each pain, there was a soothing comfort that seeped into her heart. When the sound gradually faded, Zhang Xitong realized she was lying on Bu Li's body. Bu Li's animal skin was already in a mess from her shudders, and his strong muscles exuded a wild, masculine aura, making Zhang Xitong involuntarily intoxicated.

Just a moment of daze, and Zhang Xitong felt something was wrong with Bu Li. Though she was not very knowledgeable about such matters, she knew what had happened to Bu Li. Her face flushed red, wanting to scold Bu Li, but she buried her head in his body, too embarrassed to speak. Her whole body, like Bu Li's, was unable to move, perhaps this was what Zhang Xitong's subconscious wanted?

"Want to see why you're so close to Bu Li? Dream on, the things I seal, few in the world can open, let alone in such a trivial world."

Bu Li勉强twisted his spirit, shifting his attention from Zhang Xitong's fiery body, and asked, "Why did you seal my memories?"

"Because I'm your old man!"

"..." Bu Li was speechless for a moment. After a certain level of arrogance, it didn't make one hate, but rather feel that this powerful existence was indeed a remarkable person. Of course, this was related to the fact that this existence would always intervene whenever Bu Li was in danger.

"Old man, who are you?" Bu Li suddenly laughed and asked directly.

The existence seemed not to expect Bu Li to call him "old man" so directly, and the curse he said actually had a hint of warmth.

"Ah." After laughing, the existence seemed to remember something, sighed deeply, and said, "Don't ask so much. The more you know, the more troubles you'll have. Look at you, becoming a human aphrodisiac, walking the world. Traveling across the land, seeing mountains and rivers, sleeping with beauties from all tribes, isn't that great?"

"Uh... but I don't want to sleep with beauties from all tribes." Bu Li subconsciously felt a bit shy and said.

"Great ambition!" the existence said disdainfully, "Why did you become a saint in this life?"

"This life? What was the last life like?"

"Stop thinking about it. When the time comes, you'll know. You're weak like an ant now. Even such a small thing can enter your memory and disturb me. What use is it for you to know so much? Do you want to taste the feeling of being helpless?"

"Regardless, they are my memories!" Bu Li said firmly, not swayed by the existence's words.

"Get lost, I won't tell you. If you have the ability, open the seal yourself!" The existence was somewhat impatient and scolded. Then, ignoring Bu Li, he said, "Did you voluntarily become a patterned beast, or were you forcibly killed and sealed?"

"Killed." Zhang Xitong's patterned beast sobbed, not for her own experience but because she encountered this existence in Bu Li's soul. Hearing the powerful existence's question, she endured her sorrow and answered.

"Strength is respected, nothing wrong with that." The rough and romantic voice suddenly turned cold, as if a cold wind had blown into Zhang Xitong's bones, freezing her to the core, and her previously fiery body suddenly turned cold, like a large block of ice on him. Bu Li didn't need to deliberately distract his spirit; all the passion was extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

"Let me think." The existence seemed troubled, and Bu Li could tell that the tone of the existence was completely different from when he was talking to him, pondering how to take revenge on the enemy who killed his clan.

"Letting you leave, one, you would dissipate, and two, it would be too easy for this little thing. I've slept for too long, a bit confused, let me think, let me think."

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