A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 81

Haha, he actually has someone he's afraid of? Lin Feifei tilted her head, looking at him, almost bursting with laughter inside. Interesting! I must find out who that person is later…

Just as she was grinning wickedly, her feet touched the ground. Chu Ying released her and took a few steps with her hands behind her back.

"I advise you not to make any moves on him." He said lazily.

"Huh?" Lin Feifei was startled—he actually knew what she was thinking!

“It’s not that I’m afraid of him, it’s just…” He raised an eyebrow, looking at her with amusement, “You’ll see later.”

After saying that, he suddenly sighed again.

"I hope you don't see him. No woman should get too close to him," a rare look of helplessness appeared on his usually smug face. "Wrong, it's the same for men."

Men too? Lin Feifei's eyes widened—could this be the legendary "bisexual" man?

.

Leaning on the table by the window, Lin Feifei was still muttering to herself.

Chu Ying had only been "flying" with her for a few minutes when they arrived at the alley next to the inn. How did he know where she was staying? It was as if he knew the place like the back of his hand.

Has he been here?

Thinking of this, her heart immediately raced, and she touched her face—this lecherous man had taken advantage of her when she wasn't looking, and she hadn't even objected…

Were his actions intentional or unintentional? They're excessive; is he playing a trick on me?

Lin Feifei tapped the table in frustration.

“One penny… a lot of silver… one penny…”

He just admitted he was that "one-penny" guy! But didn't he like Miaoqing? Besides, he even said he wasn't as pretty as Senior Sister Miaoqing, so how could he...?

Oh dear, this is such a mess!

He even mentioned his accommodation... Qinhuai Inn.

I can't think about it anymore, my head hurts so much. I'd better go have dinner with my senior.

.

"Senior brother?" She barged in, not at all worried about being embarrassed.

Sure enough, he was standing by the window, holding a folding fan.

Strands of hair brushed silently against her face, and the summer breeze carried a unique, warm fragrance, which fell one by one onto her white clothes, as if to melt away the eternal color of ice and snow.

Lin Feifei paused for a moment, then walked over, patted his shoulder, and said with a grin, "What are you thinking about?"

He no longer dodged her movements.

“I’m thinking,” her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her icy eyes stared unblinkingly at the people passing by downstairs, her ethereal voice drifting away on the wind, “why can’t I laugh?”

Lin Feifei was stunned.

After a while.

A pang of sadness struck her, and she forced a smile, saying, "Don't worry, when you go back to Maoshan, your master will help you regain your memories. Laughing too much isn't good either, it'll give you wrinkles."

"Maoshan?" He slowly repeated it, then his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he turned around. "You should know the incantation for communicating with spirits."

"Of course you can't?"

He nodded.

"Forgot?" Lin Feifei asked, both puzzled and somewhat saddened. "No wonder your talisman didn't look quite right the other day."

A faint light flickered in her icy eyes.

"Can you teach me?"

"Of course!" Lin Feifei nodded quickly.

He was stunned, seemingly not expecting her to agree so readily.

"I'll write down the spell for you," she said, but then, remembering her own calligraphy skills, she quickly changed her mind, "Uh, I'll just read it to you."

.

Lying in bed, Lin Feifei was in a bad mood.

Who exactly caused his amnesia? His Taoist magic is so high, yet most of his memories have been erased. Could it really be, as he suspected, the soul of that Moon Worshiping Orchid?

Moreover, Baiyue Suxin Lanhun is so terrifying that even the mad monk dares not mention him.

She touched the amethyst stone on her chest.

Why is this stone sometimes effective and sometimes not? Could it be, as my senior brother said, that I just don't know how to use it? Why didn't Master teach me how to use it before giving it to me?

She thought of her master, Lingyi, Chuying, the mad monk, and finally, she thought of Miaomiao, wondering how that little one was doing now...

When many things surface at the same time, the result is that you're dreaming.

.

Bright moonlight shone on the floor by the window.

In the darkness, the amethyst began to glow faintly. However, the person on the bed continued to breathe calmly, showing no signs of waking up.