Chapter 63
: Are you crazy? A past life I can't remember.
Fang Yuan had no idea what Qian Renxue was thinking at that moment.
He had just pulled himself out of the simulation when Bibi Dong suddenly barged in and grabbed all his attention.
The Pope of the Spirit Hall was clearly greatly provoked at this moment.
Her gaze lingered on Fang Yuan, as if she were looking at a lost treasure that had been found again, or as if she were staring at a phantom that might vanish at any moment. She slowly walked into the secret room, her footsteps sounding particularly clear in the silence.
Suddenly, Bibi Dong spoke, her voice echoing in the secret chamber, even carrying a slight reverberation:
"Ah Yuan, let's have a child."
These words struck Fang Yuan like a thunderbolt, leaving him stunned and unable to recover for a long time.
He was already on high alert when Bibi Dong came in, his mind racing with various coping strategies—explaining the matter of simulated memories, calming her emotions, or simply pretending to be stupid.
But he never expected that what he would receive was such a statement.
Fang Yuan felt that he hadn't prepared enough.
What's wrong with Bibi Dong?
"Are you crazy?" he blurted out, his voice filled with disbelief.
I look like a child right now!
“…” Bibi Dong did not answer.
She simply watched Fang Yuan quietly, her gaze unfathomable.
Those eyes churned with too many emotions—madness, longing, fear, and paranoia—which ultimately settled into a morbid steadfastness.
We must keep the Holy Son here... no matter what it takes.
Fang Yuan wore exquisite chains on his feet, which made a crisp clanging sound when he moved. He wore a saint's robe, the pure white fabric of which seemed out of place in the dim and cramped room, making him look like a god who had mistakenly entered a cage.
Bibi Dong was extremely familiar with this secret room.
Her slender fingers gently touched the mechanism, and immediately, the chain connecting to the foot of the bed began to slowly retract.
The sound of metal scraping against metal was particularly jarring in the silence. The chains grew shorter and shorter, and soon Fang Yuan's shackled feet were fixed to the foot of the bed, unable to move an inch.
Bibi Dong stepped forward and cradled Fang Yuan's head in her hands. Her movements were gentle, as if she were holding a fragile treasure, yet her fingertips trembled slightly uncontrollably. Her voice was eerily gentle, yet it sent chills down one's spine: "Holy Son, I didn't want this to happen... but you've been so disobedient."
She leaned forward slightly, her forehead almost touching his, their breaths mingling.
"Do you know how terrified I was to see you die?" Her voice began to tremble. "I'm really going crazy, no... I already am..."
Fang Yuan was forcefully pressed into Bibi Dong's arms by a strong force, unable to move.
As he listened to these words, he felt uncertain for the first time—could it be that Bibi Dong had really gone mad?
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Fortunately, Fang Yuan's body is still quite immature.
Even if Bibi Dong loses control of her emotions, she can't do anything substantial.
She only left some bruises on Fang Yuan's skin, caused by pinching too hard, which looked particularly glaring against his fair skin.
Time flowed slowly in the silence.
After an unknown amount of time, Bibi Dong's breathing gradually calmed down, and her trembling body returned to calm.
She slowly released her grip, took a half step back, and the madness in her eyes seemed to have faded, replaced by her usual calm and dignity.
She looked at Fang Yuan, at the bruises she had left behind, a complex expression flashing in her eyes. But in the end, she said nothing, turned and left the secret room.
She was afraid that she would lose control again and do something irreversible.
The locked room fell into a deathly silence once again.
Only the soft swaying of the chains echoed in the cramped space, then slowly faded away.
Fang Yuan lowered his head, lifted a corner of the Holy Son's robe, and looked at the bruises on his body. The bluish-purple marks stood out starkly against his fair skin, like stains on snow.
He reached out and pressed it, feeling a distinct pain, but his face remained indifferent.
Her fingertips unconsciously tightened slightly.
He pondered everything that had just happened.
Bibi Dong... looks even crazier.
No, it's not just "appears" that they've gone mad.
The Pope, who was usually aloof and inviolable, had no clarity or reason in his eyes when he held his face and said those words.
Fang Yuan lowered his eyelashes and fell into deep thought.
What is it about me that attracts them to this state?
Qian Renxue is like this, and so is Bibi Dong.
One or two of them clung to the driftwood like drowning people, refusing to let go.
He was all too familiar with that look in his eyes—it was fear of loss, a morbid dependence, and the feeling that he was indispensable.
But he clearly did nothing.
It simply exists...
He looked up at a corner of the secret room, his gaze unfocused.
To prevent these guys from getting out of control... you need to give them some sweet treats.
The thought flashed through my mind...
As long as you maintain a proper sense of proportion.
To give them a little satisfaction without them completely losing control...
Fang Yuan's thoughts suddenly stalled.
He frowned and subconsciously raised his hand to rub his temples.
...How exactly did I die before I transmigrated?
The thought popped up without warning, like a thorn piercing my mind.
Fang Yuan was stunned.
He tried hard to recall, attempting to capture the memories that should exist—what was he doing before he traveled through time?
What happened? Why did I come into this world?
But there was nothing there.
Blank.
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"hiss--"
Fang Yuan rubbed his head, his brows furrowing even more. He closed his eyes, trying to force himself to remember, but the harder he tried, the more his head ached, as if something was preventing him from touching those memories.
A dull ache spread from my temples, gradually intensifying until it became a sharp, stabbing pain.
He had to give up.
When I opened my eyes, a fine layer of cold sweat had already seeped from my forehead.
...I can't remember.
What was my life like before I transmigrated?
She couldn't remember how she died or why she had transmigrated.
This realization stirred a subtle unease within him.
But the unease was quickly suppressed. Fang Yuan raised his head again, his expression still indifferent, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Since he couldn't remember, he decided to put it aside for the time being. Fang Yuan didn't dwell on it too much, but he vaguely felt that it might be related to his strange constitution and destiny.
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After waiting for a while and confirming that Bibi Dong had really left, Fang Yuan collected the rewards from this simulation...