They all thought they were reborn!

Chapter 131 What I Owe You, Pay You Back
It was a cute pattern, at least it looked to her like an angry pig.

She didn't have time to appreciate it, however.

When she confirmed that she saw the birthmark, her brain could no longer hold other things.

It's really him.

Sure enough it was him.

Yes he is really nice.

"Saint!" Gu Youqing, who couldn't find any clothes, could only shout anxiously: "Wait a moment, Gu will come out soon!"

While cursing secretly to the thief who stole the clothes, he searched for the clothes.

Instead, he saw the Holy Land Order left on the wooden bench.

I don't know which thief is so stupid that he doesn't steal the most valuable thing, but steals his worthless rags.

But the clothes that Li Qingmu put away deliberately cast a spell, how could he find them so easily.

Just when he was thinking about getting Senior Sister Xiaoxi to bring him a new set, the door of the bathroom suddenly opened.

A black figure broke in.

Even if he didn't see the appearance of the person coming, he knew it was the saint.

He wanted to stand up from the tub, but now he had to sit down again.

"Holy..."

However, before he could speak, the figure crashed into the tub.

wow.

Water flowed all over the place.

That beautiful figure didn't care at all that the clothes on her body were sticky from being wet, and in her eyes now, only Gu Daoyou's astonished face was left.

Gu Youqing was thrown down by her, the wooden barrel was also broken, and the ground was covered with water.

He also had no clothes on.

Li Qingmu held Gu Youqing's face in his hands, and awkwardly searched for the location of his lips.

"Saint, you..."

She didn't give Gu Youqing a chance to speak at all.

Strong hormones and adrenaline made her forget what shame is.

The soft red lips followed her precisely.

A certain naked person had no chance of escape, so Li Qingmu cut him off under his tongue.

She obviously didn't have any experience in this area, and she was just expressing her throbbing emotions as if she was eager for success.

She suppressed her feelings for more than ten years, buried her lies for more than ten years, and finally got redemption at this moment.

Her movements were as strong as the soft thing that was inserted into Gu Youqing's mouth.

She didn't care at all that she was wet and couldn't feel the coolness, but hugged him tightly, so hard that she wanted to stuff herself into his chest.

Click.Gu Youqing felt that his ribs had been broken.

But the saint didn't seem to have any plans to stop there.

She didn't stop for a few breaths until both of them were almost out of breath, and kept murmuring:

"What I owe you... Pay you back..."

"not enough……"

"not enough……"

After that, I worked harder to pour out the anxiety and guilt that had accumulated in my chest and abdomen for more than ten years.

It seemed that by doing so, he could get his forgiveness, and he could give him a completely different life from the present.

Her cultivation, her realm, her magic weapon, her knowledge, her identity, including her maid Luzhu, her senior sister, her master, and even her own life.

Everything she has now should belong to him.

It was the lowly and despicable self of the past who stole the half piece of meat from him and survived.

She owed her life.

It was she who told a shameless lie when Master asked about the living people nearby, and owed her entire life.

How could she be worthy of the "Tianxuan Saintess"?
Gu Daoyou was supposed to be the supreme son of Tianxuan!

"Not enough...it's not enough at all..."

She whimpered, trying desperately to push her sweet little tongue down his throat.

For countless nights, she was tortured by that nightmare until she couldn't sleep.

The world praises her for her great kindness, and she is willing to selflessly preach and share her own practice experience, not because of how great she is, but simply because she feels guilty in her heart.

Ashamed of him, ashamed of the world.

The real her is worthy of the word "villain".

She can't deserve so many praises, and she can't deserve so many cultivation resources.

That's why she piled up every piece that should belong to him, looking for that faint glimmer of hope to find him.

Unexpectedly, God actually favored such a lowly person as himself.

Let her find him, and it happened to be him.

What should she do with this?

Even if you pay back everything you have, it still doesn't seem to be enough.

Passively accepting, oh no, Gu Youqing, who was enjoying Li Qingmu's bursting emotions, only felt two lines of hot tears fall on his face.

The saintess' clothes were also wet, and only those damp thin cloths were placed between the two of them.

This made him feel very uncomfortable, now that it was early winter, he was not wearing any clothes, his exposed skin felt cold, but the place where they were tightly fitted was scorching hot.

It was only then that he realized that the saint who seemed cold on weekdays was actually a hot stove.

He didn't know what happened to the saint, and he couldn't remember the old incident at all.

All he knew was that he didn't want to say anything or do anything now, and just let the saint finish venting.

If Li Qingmu brought it up deliberately, he would definitely be able to remember that half a piece of raw meat was stolen when he finally found it.

He also cursed the thief day and night.

But back then, he thought it was stolen by mice or wild cats in the ruins, and he never thought that he was stolen by someone.

From the beginning, he never hated Li Qingmu.

The goose-holding saintess just whimpered at first, but as she vented her emotions, she began to cry softly.

But still suppressed, trying not to let himself make a sound.

The hot and humid contact had also stopped, she shrank her body, and handed over the weight of her whole body to Gu Youqing.

Feeling the slightly trembling body of the goose-holding saintess, Gu Youqing took her into his arms.

He patted her on the back lightly, hoping to comfort her.

Li Qingmu's cold and wet back naturally felt the relief from that warm hand. Although her cultivation had reached Nascent Soul, she inexplicably got enough peace of mind from him.

Even all the supernatural powers and spells, including those "views", were restrained by her.

Now she is just a young girl who has been tortured until her mind is about to collapse.

I really want to just lie in his arms like this and be coaxed to sleep by his gentle pats.

From this day on, she will definitely sleep soundly, and will never be tormented by the nightmares of the past.

……

……

Lin Xiren was holding a bucket of freshly boiled hot water, ready to go to the bathroom.

The weather is so cold now, the water cools down quickly.

And Ayou didn't come out for a long time, presumably the water in the wooden barrel had already cooled down.

"You can't let Ayou take a cold bath, you'll catch a cold."

She even felt that Gu Youqing, who was at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, would catch a cold after taking a bath.

Prepare to add some hot water for him.

"If I go in like this to add water to Ayou, Ayou will definitely nag me again..." Lin Xiren pouted and muttered to himself, but soon smiled again.

"Anyway, that's what I did when I was a child. Ayou probably wouldn't say anything." She comforted herself.

Thus, the blushing Lin Xiren came to the bathroom with a bucket of hot water in his arms, with the girl's heart beating slightly faster.

Naturally, I saw the door that Li Qingmu forcibly opened, which was now half-closed.

"Hmm..." Lin Xiren didn't approach for a while, but smiled helplessly and complained, "Why doesn't Ah You close the door for taking a shower?"

"In case someone sees it..."

She looked in through the half-closed door.

A low sob was faintly heard.

With another look, the smile disappeared from her face.

Her figure visibly trembled, and she almost knocked over the wooden basin in her hand to the ground.

Lin Xiren hurriedly stabilized her figure, but the hot water in the basin couldn't help swaying like this, splashing out with the bumps of her body.

It landed on her delicate arm and the back of her white hand.

She is just a weak female cultivator who has just passed from the mortal to the immortal, and is worthy of the second level of foundation.

The body is actually no different from ordinary people.

The scalding hot water splashed on her arms, quickly scalding a red mark.

Lin Xiren bit his lip tightly, but didn't make a sound.

The hot water that splashed on her body cooled down quickly, and slipped from her sleeves, making fine pits on the ground.

Only the ground knows if it's tasteless or salty.

"Then...is the saint?"

Lin Xiren murmured.

There was a sudden soreness in my heart.

Obviously, he was already mentally prepared, and he had told himself countless times that the saint was so kind to Ayou, so it was strange that nothing happened to Ayou.

But why, when I really saw that scene, my chest felt like a heart-piercing pain.

I remember that when I was in Heifengling, Ah You asked her if she really liked him.

He said that it wasn't liking, but how could this feeling of heartache to the point of suffocation be not liking?

But Lin Xiren is self-aware, she is not qualified to monopolize Ayou, and she is not willing to be the shackles that bind Ayou.

As long as you don't get left behind by Ayou.

She quietly carried the basin and left the bathroom without disturbing the two people who were enjoying the tenderness in the room.

Lin Xiren went back to his room.

She pushed up the cuffs, and sure enough, she saw the indelible red mark.

It hurts hot when touched lightly.

Enduring the pain, she took out some ointment and applied it.

In the past few days, he should wear thicker clothes, so that Ayou can't see it.

It's just that the red mark on the back of her hand is particularly obvious, and she has to cover it up with something like gloves.

"If only it snowed."

Obviously it was just the beginning of winter, and she used to hate rainy and snowy days the most, because it would be much more difficult for her and Ayou to clean the practice hall.

But now, she is extremely looking forward to snow.

This gave her a reason to wear gloves and thick clothes.

So Ayou wouldn't see that he was burned.

As for the relationship between Ayou and the saint...

She knew nothing and wanted to know nothing.

It's just the sadness and pain in my heart, reminding her all the time.

She couldn't forget that scene.

But you can pretend you haven't seen it.

……

In the bathroom.

Li Qingmu's body twitching finally stopped, and his sobbing gradually subsided.

Her hair was messy and her eyes were blurred. When she raised her eyes and saw Gu Youqing, she poked her neck and kissed him.

After a moment, it was wet and hot.

The two were panting heavily.

Li Qingmu regained his sanity a little bit.

She fingered her sword, and the door of the bathroom closed automatically, and the latch was inserted.

The goose-carrying saint straightened the messy black hair and got up from Gu Youqing's body.

The clothes were still damp, revealing her roundness.

She didn't make any cover, in front of him, it was unnecessary.

If it is possible, she very much hopes that she can become his private property like in her previous life, so as to atone for her sin.

But she knew that he didn't allow herself to become like that.

"Sorry, Daoyou Gu, I made you laugh."

"Saint..." Gu Youqing deliberately changed the subject, and did not ask why the saint had an emotional breakdown.

"Can you help me find my clothes first?"

Li Qingmu blushed and secretly looked over at him.

He spat secretly and nodded: "Okay..."

The baby elephant, or the piggy birthmark is cuter.

On the ceiling, she took off Gu Youqing's clothes.

"Give."

"..." Gu Youqing.

He hastily dried himself off and changed into it. After changing, he looked suspiciously at the Goose-Holding Saintess.

He felt that it was very outrageous, how did his clothes, which were clearly placed on the wooden bench, run up to the ceiling?

And how did the saint know it was on the ceiling?
It can't be the saint who did it, can it?
Would she do such a boring thing?

In his impression, Li Qingmu was still the great monk who was willing to preach for all low-ranking monks and cared about the entire cultivation world.

Naturally, this kind of thing would not be associated with her.

Li Qingmu lowered his head and pursed his lips, neither explaining nor refuting.

After a long time, she blushed and said to Gu Youqing:
"Fellow Daoist, please don't let Zhu'er know."

"Know what? Do you know that the saint broke in while Gu was taking a bath?"

The goose-holding saint gave a reproachful look and explained:
"Don't let Zhu'er know that Qingmu is crying..."

"Good to say."

Gu Youqing put on her clothes, and became like a dog again.

Seeing him like this, Li Qingmu couldn't restrain his heartbeat.

She stepped forward slowly, and under his astonished gaze, she took the initiative to stand on tiptoe and imprinted on the corner of his lips.

She was sure that this time it was not out of redemption, but out of selfishness.

"Don't tell Zhu'er about this." She smiled.

Gu Youqing, who stroked the corner of his lips, was stunned for a long time.

When did he suffer this kind of grievance.

Somewhat roughly, he pulled the charming goose-carrying saint to his side. With the saint's horrified expression, he cupped her perfect and delicate face and kissed her.

No matter what the reason was, Gu Youqing felt the heart of the saint.

There's nothing to hide over there.

Soon, the expression on Li Qingmu's face changed from astonishment to enjoyment, until he became the one who took the initiative.

Different from the stormy emotional catharsis before, this time the two of them touched the water like a dragonfly, and the swift pecked at the new mud, which was stimulated by hormones.

A peachy atmosphere spread.

After a while, Li Qingmu was finally blindfolded and pushed Gu Youqing away.

"Don't fellow daoists ask why..."

"Does the saint want Gu to ask?"

"Do not……"

"Then Gu won't ask."

Li Qingmu was silent.

She was also very conflicted, wanting him to know her heart, but not wanting him to discover her ugliness.

She didn't want to lie to him, but she felt that it was fine as it was.

He could see her entanglement, so he didn't want to ask any more.

"When the time comes, the saint will naturally tell Gu."

"You Daoist Gu still calls her a saint, which seems to be a natural thing." She finally said this sentence bluntly.

The blushing, arrogant expression that looked away showed her daughter's temperament.

"Qingmu." Gu You's face was neither red nor heartbeat.

"Hiss..." However, there was pain in his chest, and his ribs were still broken.

"You...You Qing..." Instead, she blushed, and stammered out his name.

So she was ridiculed by Gu Youqing, and she became even more ashamed and annoyed.

In the end, he yelled correctly in a low voice: "You Qing."

She evaporated the moisture from the clothes, followed behind him slowly, and began to mobilize her aura again, opening those "views" used for surveillance.

Looking at the back, she pursed her lips and smiled, if this is atonement, then let her drown in this sweet sin.

(End of this chapter)