C15 Forgetting Dust

Fu Lai Inn

"Aren't you going to ask me why I did this?" Zhuo Hua asked Nan Chen.

"Master must have his own reasons." Nan Chen's head was still lowered, and his deep eyes were dull.

"I want to give this sword to you."

Zhuo Hua held a silver sword in his hand.

"Forgetting Dust!" Nan Chen looked at the sword in front of him in surprise.

He suddenly raised his head and bumped into a pair of clear and clean eyes. Only then did Nan Chen realize that he had not taken a good look at his master for the past ten years.

Zhuo Hua was very beautiful. He knew that he was the same person in his previous life, but Nan Chen suddenly felt that the Zhuo Hua in this life was even more beautiful.

"What's wrong?" Zhuo Hua saw that Nan Chen didn't say anything, so he explained, "I see that you like this sword very much. Today is your birthday, so you can treat it as a birthday present."

"My... birthday?" Cultivators had a long life, so they usually did not care about this day. Only when they were all old did they invite some cultivators who were on good terms to gather together. Nan Chen had also lived two lives, and he had long forgotten which day his birthday was.

This person... actually remembered his birthday.

Nan Chen took the Forgetting Dust. Originally, he had planned to break this sword in the future, but now, he didn't know what to do.

"Hurry up and acknowledge me as your master. I have already removed my soul imprint."

Nan Chen's current cultivation base was too low. He could not use his soul mark, so he could only use his blood to recognize him as his master.

Nan Chen cut his finger and dripped a drop of blood on the sword. With a flash of silver light, Nan Chen felt the bond that came from his soul.

The Forgetting Dust Sword actually had a spiritual sense. It would be able to produce a sword spirit in a few years.

Why did Zhuo Hua give the Forgetting Dust to me?

Nan Chen sneered. This... this was his plan again.

"Alright, go to sleep." Zhuo Hua turned around and said.

Nan Chen grabbed the corner of Zhuo Hua's clothes.

Zhuo Hua looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"Go to bed."

Zhuo Hua looked at Nan Chen with amusement. "Then where are you sleeping?"

In fact, Nan Chen regretted it the moment he said it. When he was about to answer him, his head twitched and he answered. "I'm going to sleep on the bed too."

Zhuo Hua fixed his eyes on him. "Okay," he said.

Zhuo Hua went to bed first and slept on the side of the bed.

His sleeping posture was very proper. He looked up and placed his hands on his stomach.

Nan Chen turned his head to look at the people around him. He had to admit that Zhuo Hua's face was really delicate. There was no flaw in his beautiful face. He remembered the first time he saw Zhuo Hua. His blood-stained face looked even more alluring. A couple lay in a pool of blood.

Nan Chen suddenly came back to his senses. Why did he sleep in the same bed with the person who killed his parents? In his previous life, it was because Zhuo Hua treated him very well that he fell into Zhuo Hua's trap time and time again. In this life, he should never fall in the same place again.

Nan Chen used the same method as last night to make Zhuo Hua sleep soundly. He then got off the bed and sat cross-legged on a stool to cultivate.

The next morning.

Zhuo Hua opened his eyes and rubbed his eyes. He had slept too soundly these two nights. Was it because someone was accompanying him?

He looked around the room but did not see Nan Chen.

Zhuo Hua went downstairs and saw Nan Chen eating breakfast downstairs.

Zhuo Hua had just stepped down the stairs when a group of people barged into the inn. They looked like the guardians of a big family.

"Didn't they say there was a beauty here? Where is the beauty?" An arrogant voice came from outside the door.

A group of guards spread out and a potbellied young man came in from outside the door.

The people who were eating at the inn all looked at Zhuo Hua. There was no other beauty here besides him. Even if there was a beauty in front of that person, she would be eclipsed.

When they looked at the young man, their faces were sallow. It was obvious that they had done something too much.

Those who knew this young man shook their heads secretly. It seemed that another beauty was going to suffer.