Don't Provoke the Turtle

Su He: "???"

Su He: "!!!"

He was momentarily stunned. What had he heard?

Above his head, an "Astounded Daoist Canchen" expression uncontrollably popped up, followed by a line of trembling bold characters: "Dear sister, do you know?"

Did Ji Feixue know about his past life, about the reincarnation of the Witch Mother? Was she that old?! Su He was astonished for a moment, sizing up Ji Feixue. A peerless fairy in her mid-twenties, she showed no trace of aging.

Dragons are not to be judged by their appearance!

Ji Feixue looked at him, joy falling from her eyes, and a smile rose on her lips: "Ah! Is there anything in this world that I don't know?"

A huge question mark popped up above Su He's head.

No, that's not right! They were not talking about the same thing. There was a clear flash of desolation in Ji Feixue's eyes.

Su He was talking about the reincarnation of the Witch Mother, owing a life to Qi Qianzi. But what Ji Feixue was referring to was obviously something else.

"Sister, I'm not stupid!" Su He's dialogue box above his head read: "Is there something that has happened to me that I don't know about? Is it from a past life? Can you tell me?"

Ji Feixue giggled charmingly: "My little husband is quite clever! I could tell you, but~ I don't want to!"

She laughed coquettishly, her body trembling like flowers in the wind, unfastening a clasp at her chest, revealing a glimpse of frosty white skin, as if deliberately seducing Su He.

Demoness!

A bubble popped above Su He's head: "Senior Sister said you have stories in your eyes, but I was born and raised by Listening Sea Lake. I never saw you before the Dragon God Festival. If there's any connection between us, it must be from my past life, but I have no memory..."

Could it be that he really revived in his past life? How strange! To remember nothing at all, who the hell tampered with my memory?!

As Su He pondered in confusion, he suddenly startled: "I wasn't your father in my past life, was I?"

That scholar who was related to the Orient Loong God?

Ji Feixue was taken aback, then gritted her teeth and poked a finger at Su He's forehead: "I call you my husband, and you want to be my father?"

She floated in mid-air, her lips close to Su He's ear: "Who would have thought my little husband had such a hobby? Why don't you divorce your Senior Sister, and I will satisfy you with everything..." Her voice grew softer and softer, almost inaudible.

Her breath tickled Su He's ear, causing a shiver down his spine, and he looked at Ji Feixue in alarm.

A conspicuous bubble appeared above his head: "Sister, stop joking! If there really is something that I don't know about, why not tell me?"

"Silly boy!" Ji Feixue snorted, resettling herself on the Dragon Turtle's shell: "I was just teasing you! I don't know either! My memory has been severed, and I can't remember many things—it must be Bai Ling's doing. Little husband, shall we catch her and hang her up for a beating?"

Ji Feixue's interest suddenly surged, her eyes shining as she looked at Su He.

Su He was helpless; this demoness didn't utter a single truth, and he didn't know which words to believe and which not to.