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Chapter 239 On Why Ancient Sayings Are Divine
"Husband... Qiong..."
Looking at the gray-haired youth's genuinely concerned expression, Tingyun, who was being helped to her weak feet, felt a sense of bewilderment in her eyes.
She had never heard of the name before, and despite trying hard to recall it, she still had no recollection of it.
Tingyun pursed her lips, feeling an emptiness and unease in her heart.
Not only did she have no recollection of Qiong, she had forgotten many other things as well.
who am I?
where am I?
One's own name, identity, and past are like a mirror shattered by a cannonball, falling apart and then being crushed into dust by a stone mill.
Tingyun only retained memories of common sense, but she believed most of what Qiong said.
A painting composed of thousands of vibrant colors may not stand out if a single bright red line is mixed in, but if the entire painting is washed away to reveal a pure white canvas...
Then, this line will become exceptionally prominent, clear, and eye-catching.
Just like Tingyun at this moment, in a state of forgetting the past, feeling empty and lost, the sense of familiarity and intimacy from the sky is so clear and vivid.
In dangerous situations, this unique sense of familiarity can be amplified.
In addition, Sora's portrayal of a husband desperately trying to save his wife and daughter from danger, his anxiety and worry, and his relief after finding himself were all incredibly realistic.
"I'm sorry, my lord... what's wrong with me?"
Tingyun felt a sense of security as her hand was held in the warm palm of the gray-haired youth. She raised her innocent eyes and looked directly at Qiong, asking softly.
She believed it!
"Don't call me 'sir,' Tingyun. You used to call me 'benefactor.'"
Although "official" sounds more intimate, "N-gong" just doesn't sound right at all!
Just like how the sound of a snow leopard evokes cheese, the sound of a fox is like a benefactor.
"My benefactor..."
Tingyun tilted her head and thought for a moment before changing her words, saying, "Then I will call you my benefactor, it is indeed more familiar and easier to say."
"My benefactor, where is this place? I remember nothing, and I have forgotten you, my benefactor."
"you?"
His brows furrowed, Qiong clasped the fox spirit's soft, boneless hand in his hands, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his expression was anxious.
"Amnesia?"
"Tingyun, do you really not remember me?"
With trembling hands, Qiong suddenly cupped the fox spirit's soft, smooth face, his thumb tracing the soot marks left by the fire on Tingyun's face. His voice was filled with reluctance:
Have you forgotten the happy times we spent together?
Qiong suddenly opened her arms and gently pulled Tingyun, whose eyelashes trembled and whose eyes were filled with guilt, into her embrace.
Tingyun could feel his arms pressing down on hers, coming together near his waist, and then gently pressing them together.
Tingyun tiptoed slightly, instinctively trying to separate herself a little, but when her head was pressed against his chest by a hand, the firmness from the side of her face made her feel a little reluctant to leave.
"My lord..."
"Hey, I suddenly had a great idea to help you recover your memory."
Qiong's face suddenly lit up with joy.
"My benefactor, do you have a way to help this young woman regain her memories?"
Holding her tightly, Tingyun didn't struggle, but the close proximity made her cheeks flush slightly, and she belatedly followed suit, feeling shy.
"You can give it a try, Tingyun, listen to me."
Qiong said in a serious tone, "Next, close your eyes, clear your mind, listen carefully to my description, and let your instincts visualize the corresponding scene in your mind."
“I will recount some memorable scenes that are deeply etched in my memory for you and me. If you can perfectly imagine them, perhaps this will stir up forgotten memories.”
The fox-girl, whose face looked slightly haggard, raised her head, her two droopy fox ears lifting slightly. Tingyun pondered for a moment, and her eyes brightened a little.
"My benefactor is wise!"
This is indeed a method that sounds very reliable and worth trying.
Taking a deep breath, Tingyun's tense body relaxed, becoming soft and fluffy like a marshmallow. She rested her chin on Qiong's shoulder and slowly closed her eyes.
“My benefactor, I am ready.”
"Okay, let's begin. First, imagine our current movements."
With a sudden burst of strength, Qiong leaned back slightly, lifting Tingyun, whom she was holding, into the air. The feeling of floating with her feet off the ground startled her.
But Tingyun quickly followed Qiong's instructions, clearing her mind. The faint headache and mental confusion that had been present since she regained consciousness lessened as she emptied her mind.
Tingyun felt the posture of the two of them being held by Qiong at this moment, and it appeared in her mind.
"I carried you forward like this. You seemed a little flustered because your feet weren't touching the ground, but you quickly recovered and wrapped your arms around my neck tightly."
Tingyun imagined it according to Qiong's description, with only a few remaining thoughts running through her mind.
This scene evokes sweet memories of couples enjoying romantic moments together.
It must have been a very happy and joyful memory for both myself and my benefactor.
"I looked at you tenderly, and the distance between us grew closer and closer, so close that I could hear your breath and listen to your heartbeat. You whispered softly..."
Tingyun's imagined scene was shrouded in a warm, cozy filter. Her melodious and vivid words painted a picture of harmonious marriage and a blissful life together.
Tingyun's mind became more and more relaxed, completely surrendering her imagination to instinct, and a happy smile slowly curved her lips.
Like a little fox being hugged, Tingyun gently rubbed against Qiong's neck and cheek, feeling the smoothness of his hair against her skin, and the tenderness of their intimate moments seeped into her heart.
"Your long legs wrapped around my waist, and with a bit of force, the roundness and elasticity of your thighs were transmitted to me without reservation..."
"The thin clothes couldn't hide the burning heat of our skin touching. My hands gently lifted her body, then tenderly and precisely lowered her back down..."
Tingyun instinctively conceived images in her mind.
"Then……"
Qiong's voice grew increasingly solemn and dignified, like that of a believer in prayer.
(GG will add more details in the next post)
Why is the ancient Chinese term "神" (shen, meaning god/god) associated with the land of China and the immortal boat?
First I forgot about the sin of arrogance, then I forgot, and then I forgot again.
One of the main reasons is that it uses more concise words to describe a far greater amount of information than ordinary language can convey, and it can also convey the artistic conception more intuitively to people who know classical Chinese.
Just like now, with only 56 words, Tingyun, a celestial being, has already imagined in her mind: inside a pink silk curtain embroidered with golden lotus flowers, on a carved sandalwood bed, she and her husband are making love.
Her blank mind couldn't even process what was happening when the vivid image jumped into her head.
Then, Qiong quickly felt the fox girl in his arms getting hot, her skin trembling slightly, and her fox ears starting to twitch in front of him, making him feel a little itchy.
Hehe~ Cute fox ears, I miss Ruarua.
Unfortunately, Qiong's hands were still holding Tingyun, and she was really reluctant to let go.
I have to choose between the adorable fox ears and the delicate body of the girl in my arms. It's such a dilemma!
But only children make choices; adults want it all!
Thinking this, Qiong stuck out her tongue and gently licked the fox ears that were dangling in front of her.
It is important to know that the physical sensitivity of fox women far exceeds that of ordinary people. Given that the imagined scene is already stimulating enough, the fox's most sensitive fox ears are then suddenly attacked.
Tingyun couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and her slender back was accompanied by a spasm in her shoulder blades.
"Yes, my benefactor!"
This slight shudder pulled Tingyun out of her hazy reverie, diminishing the alluring charm in her dreamy eyes, yet still revealing a deadly allure.
Tingyun felt like a mosquito had gotten into her head, buzzing and suddenly becoming a jumbled mess.
"Completely stunned" is an understatement to describe her current state.
When recalling memories, she naturally imagines herself in the story. What started as a warm and romantic story suddenly turned into a love-action movie!
You call this a memorable scene?
Well, from a certain perspective, it is indeed very profound, but something doesn't feel right, does it?
This just doesn't seem right, does it?
Shouldn't we describe the scene of their first meeting or when they fell in love at this point?
"Well, do you remember any details? For example, what happened to you later... umm."
"Oh, my benefactor, please stop teasing this humble woman!"
The fox-girl's pretty face was flushed with a blush like peach blossoms. She stretched out her hands and covered Qiong's mouth tightly to prevent him from continuing, and said coquettishly.
"How can you call it teasing?"
Qiong gently laid down the weak, delicate body in her arms, which had softened due to the imagery she was imagining, and looked at Tingyun with a smile:
"How are you feeling now? Do you feel any more relaxed?"
"Huh?"
Qiong's impression of Tingyun was always that of a clever and shrewd fox, but at this moment she had a blank expression, which was incredibly cute.
"This……"
Tingyun did feel much better; the pain at the pier was gone, her mind was no longer hazy, and her thoughts were clear and no longer confused.
"See? I told you it would work!"
Qiong clapped her hands and spread them out.
"My benefactor!"
Tingyun was both amused and exasperated.
What kind of method is this?
Although it does work, it doesn't matter since it's her husband.
"I still can't remember anything, my benefactor, what exactly happened?"
Tingyun's expression returned to normal.
"Let me explain to you from the beginning, but it seems that some unromantic fellow has come to disturb our reunion."
Qiong's gaze passed over Tingyun and looked up at what was behind her.
Surprised, Tingyun turned around, her expression changing, "What are these?"
It was a monster wielding blades and cannons, its body covered in dark, steel-like armor.
The current Tingyun has even forgotten about the illusory soldiers of the antimatter legion.
"The traces and wounds left by [destruction]".
Continuing to act, Qiong shielded Tingyun behind him, shook his hand, and clenched his fist.
Badge [Knights Never Die Barehanded], equipped.
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Chapter 240 You've come at just the right time.
Watching the raider phantom soldiers charging towards him with their gleaming blades, Qiong opened and closed his hands several times, stretching them into a rather unorthodox fist stance.
Qiong has recently started learning boxing.
Knights don't die from the numerical advantage of unarmed badges; if they also possess profound fist techniques, the combined strength is truly formidable.