NOVEL NEXT Chapter 72 - Him in the Sweet Dream
Chapter 72 Him in the Sweet Dream
Long Xi saw Mo Kun viewing her affectionately as he lay on top of her. His gorgeous trousers resembled those worn by medieval European nobles.
Did he time-travel again?
“You want me, right?” Lord Mo Kun reached out to stroke Long Xi’s cheek.
Her cheeks were burning, not precisely, all her body was burning! She could clearly hear her heart racing. “Is it love’s frequency?”
Mo Kun used his fingers to brush her bangs, which also tugged her heartstrings. She wanted to escape, but she couldn’t divert her attention. She had no strength at all, lying under his body softly like a piece of soap.
“As you wish!” His face gradually grew more significant in her eyes.
His lips were soft. Their mouths tangled hotly.
He stuck the tip of his nose against hers and asked, “I love you! Do you love me as I love you?”
Long Xi suddenly sat up, and it’s a dream!
“It’s just a dream… Why do I feel a little disappointed!”
“As you wish!!!” His beautiful voice echoed in her head.
“I love you! Do you love me as I love you?”
“Oh, my God!”
She just realized that she had only dreamed a shameful wet dream!
She tried hard to cover her left chest but felt her heart beating faster and stronger!
Her clothes were wet for sweat. The blowing evening breeze made her shudder.
“Achoo!” She rubbed her nose and hugged her knees to her chest tightly.
“Are you okay? Are you cold?” Mo Kun’s beautiful voice came closer to her. She looked up, seeing him standing at the door.
“Are you alright? Still drunk?” He bent down in front of her and reached out to touch her forehead and then said, “Why is your face so red? You’ve got no fever!”
She forgot breathing for a moment, recalling the beautiful voice and their entangled figures.
“I love you… I love you…
“I love you! Do you love me?”
“No! No! It’s a dream! Just a dream!” She waved her hand to push away Mo Kun’s hand, and then continually patted her cheek, her lengthy hair scattering in the air.
Mo Kun never thought Long Xi would avoid him, so he felt very disappointed like seeing weed suddenly growing among beautiful flowers.
“Weren’t we good before? That day in the back hill, downstairs in her house, she didn’t reject my kiss! Why did she push me away? For Yan Wangchuan, or Fan Xiaolu?”
He wanted to use the chip’s “memory reading” function to read her memories so that he could know what she just dreamed of.
However, he hesitated. “What if Long Xi dreamed of others? Why am I a bit scared? Since when do I care about her so much?”
He shook his head as if to get rid of his troubles.
Long Xi did not wear a watch, so she checked her the phone, and it was 11:40 in the middle of the night.
They walked out of the house to the village altar.
It’s no more an altar than several piled stones. The upper stone was flat enough to place some ritual items, which was very simple and crude.
According to Mr. Xu, Xu Xian’er would appear in the altar at 12. am. Would that be true?
The moon was obscured by thick clouds, and the black sky hanging over the mountains shrouded Intoxicating Aroma Village.
They walked closer to the altar but were involuntarily surprised by what was happening in front of them.
The high altar was only used when worshipping the ancestors. No one attended to it in the past, but now it was brightly lit.
There stood a long-haired man in a black robe.
Half of his face was covered by his long hair, the other half tattooed with weird patterns, like a ghost. It was none other than Yamamoto Shang!
He held a snake-shaped wand in his hand as if he was conjuring.
Looking closely, one could see a living cobra circling around the snake-shaped wand.
A group of men dressed in black robes held torches and danced weirdly in a circle. The fire lighted their serious faces, and the prayers’ voices were echoing in this ancient village.
All the black robes were embroidered with a Jiaolong’s pattern, but Long Xi didn’t know what it actually was. She thought it was a dragon.
Beyond the dancing circle, there stood two men and one woman. One of them was Jiang Ba.
On the right side of Jiangba stood a tall, middle-aged man dressed in a Tang suit. Both his appearance and powerful muscles seemed to be molded after Jiang Ba.
Long Xi suspected that the strong man to be either Jiang Ba’s father or elder brother because they looked entirely the same.
She heard that Jiang Ba’s father, Jiang Dahu, had only a son with his first wife, and that son was Jiang Ba. But Jiang Dahu was dissolute, and he had many mistresses outside his home and over ten bastards. He could even be called the Calabash Brothers’ father.
Standing right to Jiang Dahu was a girl dressed like a country girl, she wore a rustic scarf and dark glasses so that she could make out her face.
After seeing them, Mr. Xu’s face turned blue, and his body became stiff because of coldness.
Shiveringly, he lifted his fingers and pointed at the middle-aged man and said to Long Xi, “He is Jiang Ba’s father, Jiang Dahu, the boss of the Crocodile Gang, and next to him is Cheng Yimei, Cheng Yilun’s elder sister.”
Long Xi’s uneasy feeling was growing crazily like wild grass in her heart. She tried to contain herself and then asked calmly on the surface, “How do you know they are Jiang Dahu and Cheng Yimei? Have you googled their photos on the Internet?”
“Yes, Cheng Yilun’s and Jiang Ba’s father are all my enemies. Like father, like son! Father is to blame for his son’s faults! If it weren’t for their father’s protection and indulgence, how could my Xian’er be wronged for so long? As for Cheng Yimei, although she is not directly involved in the crime, she must be one of them!” Mr. Xu said.
“How do you know that woman is Cheng Yimei? She covers so much of her face that we can’t see her clearly.” Long Xi finally spoke her mind.
Mr. Xu was surprised to hear that. Avoiding their eyes, he subconsciously touched his ear and cough a few times to shun the question.
“Why are you here?” Jiang Ba saw them and shouted. “Go away! Don’t hamper us to exorcise the demons!”
Long Xi rolled her eyes, made a face, and talked back, “Is this your home?”
Mr. Xu said with a sneer, “Exorcise the demons? My baby Xian’er now becomes the soul-catcher of King Yama. She is not an ordinary ghost, she is strong. How can these three-rate Yin-Yang Master control her?”
At this time, Chief Long, Uncle Zhao Si, and several villagers came hearing the news.
Chief Long was a silver-haired old man who was 88 years old this year. The reason why the villagers chose him as the village head owned to his highest position in the village’s age hierarchy.