Meng Fei stretched out a hand, brushed her hair away, and looked at the door.
"No way? You will be married a thousand years later, but you are unmarried now."
Suzaku pouted and pinched his face in displeasure.
"My wife will be coming in soon."
Meng Fei estimated the time in history when Xiaoluo returned to the bedroom, feeling that it was too late to do something with Suzaku.
"No, you don't have a wife, just an alien maid."
"The maid is my wife."
"This is illegal."
Suzaku reminded him rationally.
Thousands of years ago, in the Kingdom of God, hierarchy was strict, and it was illegal to turn a concubine into a wife, let alone a slave. Marriage with other races is also not allowed.
Helping foreign slaves to rise to power directly violates two major laws, and can result in deprivation of legal status and all property and imprisonment.
Said maid and maid came. The door of the room was pushed open with a creak, and Xiaoluo pushed the door open with an oil lamp in hand.
She was about to lift the quilt and get into bed when she suddenly felt strange movement on the bed, so she held up the oil lamp and took a closer look.
"Xiaoluo, don't get me wrong."
Surrounded by red hair, Meng Fei struggled to explain.
Xiaoluo covered her eyes and said, "Sir, I didn't see anything!" Then she turned around and ran out.
Meng Fei suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar. Is it the scene when Xiao Han opened the door and saw him and Suzaku in the Marmot Hotel a thousand years later?
Time is like a spiral staircase. Not only the relationships between characters will repeat themselves, but also these little things will happen again?
Meng Fei could only look back at Suzaku and said:
"Let's be serious. You put on your clothes first."
"..."
Dense flames floated around her body, condensed into extremely fine red threads, and woven into a silky red dress.
"I need you to hide and then help me kill someone."
"All right."
Suzaku lazily rolled over from Meng Fei and lay next to him. His expression was a little disappointed, but he immediately laughed bloodthirstyly.
"Killing is my favorite thing. Who do you want to kill?"
"Someone will come to kill me later. No matter who it is, you kill him first before he kills me."
"Oh? Have you been killed before?"
Suzaku raised his head, a red light of anger flashed in his eyes.
"I've been killed twice. Tonight is my third reincarnation here."
Meng Fei had already discovered that there was no difference between the Suzaku in front of him and the Suzaku he knew a thousand years later.
But it wasn't him who summoned the Suzaku from a thousand years later.
It was the piece of Suzaku's heart feather imprinted in his consciousness that played a role in transmitting her memory a thousand years later to Suzaku a thousand years ago.
"You must have suffered a lot. His clone has indeed found you."
Suzaku touched his face lovingly, then glanced around the room. There was an oil lamp on the table, but it was out.
"I need a place with fire to hide."
"Okay, there."
Meng Fei pointed to the mosquito coils lit in the corner.
"I hate this smoky smell the most!"
Suzaku couldn't help but cover his nose.
"And you slept with your maid and left me hiding in the corner?"
She said she was dissatisfied, but her actions did not violate her master's orders.
Turning into flames again, she jumped out of bed. The flame turned into a long snake and penetrated into the head of the mosquito-repellent incense.
At this moment, the flames flowing through the air formed a bright bridge of light.
The quietly burning mosquito-repellent incense suddenly lit up, but immediately returned to its original state. The room was dark again.
Meng Fei got up and went to find Xiaoluo. If Xiaoluo ran away in anger, he suspected that history would be changed again.
The consequences of this would be similar to him being killed. He might not be able to reach the time when Taotie was born.
Fortunately, Xiaoluo didn't run away. She slept on a small bamboo bed outside. This was probably where she had slept before.
While she was still asleep, Meng Fei directly pulled her up and walked to the bedroom.
"You come back and sleep."
"Lord Hema!"
She hesitated nervously.
"Three people? Isn't this bad?"
She just saw another woman in the bedroom, and no one came out of the bedroom.
She felt oddly weird at the thought that there would be three people in bed when she got back.
Under normal circumstances, she was very obedient to He Ma, but that was a normal situation and not without a bottom line.
"No, you misunderstood."
Meng Fei explained seriously.
"There's no one else in the room."
He forced Xiaoluo into the house and let her take a look.
There was indeed no one else in the room.
"But I just saw it clearly..."
"Um."
Meng Fei nodded.
"It was just a friend, we didn't do anything. And she's gone."
In order to respect the original plot as much as possible and ensure that the world line develops in its original state, Meng Fei decided not to tell her about Suzaku's ambush.
"Friends? Didn't do anything?"
Xiaoluo's smile was a little awkward.
Her eyes kept searching the room.
If you clearly see someone and haven't gone out yet, then they must be hiding.
But she found nothing.
Did he jump out of the window?
"Um."
Meng Fei touched her head.
"real."
He suddenly discovered that Xiao Han, oh, no, it was Xiao Luo, had particularly soft hair, as if her hair was thinner and denser than ordinary people.
This was a very novel discovery. After all, he had never touched Xiao Han's hair after a thousand years.
On the bed, Xiaoluo was like a cat, nuzzling into his arms.
"A lot's going on these days."
Meng Fei stroked her hair and warned that he was just playing the role of He Ma to promote the development of the world line, and he must not overstep his will.
"Go to bed early and have enough energy."
"Um."
After agreeing to this sentence, Xiaoluo went to sleep like a closed notebook. There was no way, she had done too much work during the day and was too tired.
Xiaoluo lay on his side like a bow, her head rubbing against his shoulder. Under her thin linen pajamas, half of her lovely shoulder blades and slender spine were protruding.
This gesture reminded Meng Fei of Ai Ting.
Well, He Ma has Xiaoluo now, and Meng Fei has Ai Ting a thousand years later.
I really want to go back a thousand years later and live the days of sleeping with my wife in my arms every day.
But if you cannot complete these seven days' tasks, there will be no days like this at all.
The seven days would spiral forever until he completed his mission.
This made him feel like he was trapped in a whirlpool, surrounded and swirled by everything in darkness without a trace of light.
It's not that he is trapped in a dark vortex, but that the entire universe itself is a dark vortex.
Sometimes he kept his eyes open in the darkness, but sometimes he felt asleep.
Sometimes he could see colorful specks shaking in the darkness, like snowflakes on a TV screen with no signal.
Sometimes he could see various combinations of bizarre things in his dreams.
For example, Ai Ting turns into flames and flies around, while Suzaku angrily activates lightning, causing a violent storm.
And Xiao Han smiled and controlled the razor with his mind, helping him shave off the beard growing from his chin to his Adam's apple.
Then he unexpectedly discovered that the person shaving him was not Xiao Han, but an invisible demon with no face but a bright bald head.
He controlled the sharp knife at the front of the chelicerae on his back and carefully scratched his neck.
The violent fear poured down like a bursting flood, causing him to wake up with a sudden start.
