"Because of Lin'an, I learned how to make pastries and make tea."
"He passed on all his memories and all his magical powers to you, which is his recognition of you."
"Of course, it may also be a last resort before his last ray of soul disappears."
"He has too many people that he can't worry about."
"A member of the Jiang family, Chang Nian, a group of subordinates who once followed him."
"And I am obviously the person he worries about the most."
Suning echoed: "Half of Lin'an Half Saint's memories are about you."
"At least in my early fusion memories, you account for most of them."
Qiao Wantang's eyes turned red, she turned slightly and said, "If you don't want to be Lin'an, you can give up the memory that belongs to him."
"Why bother yourself? Why give me hope?"
Suning felt ashamed and said: "In the battle to win the treasure in the ring, I was cornered by the masked woman from Wen Palace."
"It happened for a reason. Please forgive me, the Emperor and the Empress."
After thinking for a while, he said bravely: "Outside the Demon Burial Mountains, the Half-Saint of Lin'an entrusted him with his deathbed..."
"Want, want me..."
Hesitating and hesitating, Suning didn't dare to breathe and said: "You want me to use his identity to take care of you."
Qiao Wantang bit her lower lip lightly, her cheeks flushed slightly and she said, "You agreed?"
Suning looked sad and looked very annoyed and said: "The situation was urgent at the time. I didn't even have time to reply, so he resorted to self-effacement."
"If I can't reply, hey, this can only be regarded as a promise."
"The Half Saint of Lin'an has been kind to me, a great kindness that cannot be repaid."
"I, I owe him."
Qiao Wantang reminded calmly: "Rather than saying that Lin'an chose you, it is better to say that he gave the initiative to you."
"It's about continuing to be Suning in the small world of China, and it's about integrating his memories to become another Jiang Lin'an."
"All of this is in your mind."
Seeing that Suning didn't speak, the purposeful woman asked insinuatingly: "Do you want to regret it?"
A listless little shrimp held the jade cup and turned it left and right, feeling helpless and saying: "Do I still have a chance to regret it?"
Qiao Wantang was happy. She narrowed her enchanting eyes and asked, "How do you want to take care of me?"
Suning just put the cup to her mouth and barely drank half a sip of tea before she choked.
I choked and coughed repeatedly, and the tea sprayed all over the floor.
To be precise, it was scary.
Qiao Wantang's eyes flashed, and he stood up and came to Suning's side. He thoughtfully picked up the gauze and wiped him and said, "I heard from Chang Nian that you are married and have a daughter in China?"
"If she is the wife you are marrying, what about me?"
"What are you going to do with me?"
The question was asked openly and fairly, and it was a matter of course.
Qiao Wantang, who did not hide or hide anything, said straight to the point: "What happened in China is just a passing cloud when you were a mortal."
"Whether it's your wife or your daughter, they can't stay with you forever."
"After you merge Lin'an's memory, your wife can only be me."
"It's me, Qiao Wantang."
It's loud and clear, yet soft-spoken.
She pressed against Suning, wrapped her jade hands around his neck from behind, exhaled and said, "I've been waiting for you for six thousand years, how long do you want me to wait?"
The charming charm of a mature woman, that touch of softness.
Her charm, her fragrance.
Her lightly sliding index finger drew rhythmic circles on Suning's chest.
Her initiative and her intoxicating temptation almost instantly broke Suning's heart.
"call."
Breathing is hot, heartbeat is racing.
The clarity in Suning's eyes was gradually replaced by trance, and her hanging hands clenched tightly.
He let Qiao Wantang lead him towards the hot spring, as if he had lost his soul.