Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1205: You Remember Me Now?

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Chapter 1205: Chapter 1205: You Remember Me Now?

Even as someone accustomed to rare treasures, Wen Xiao’ai was stunned to see such a vast expanse of Ziqiong Trees.

If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes today, Wen Xiao’ai wouldn’t have believed that such precious, hard-to-find Ziqiong Trees could exist in such numbers within The Four Seas and Eight Wastelands.

Even in the Immortal Realm brimming with Spiritual Energy, there are only a few dozen trees.

Moreover, they are extremely difficult to cultivate.

If the immortals and demons knew there were so many Ziqiong Fruits here, they would go crazy trying to seize them.

Wen Xiao’ai was still in a trance when Nie Jiuque led her into a sea of purple.

The rich Spiritual Energy washed over them, as if her spiritual veins were being cleansed. Wen Xiao’ai, who had been feeling listless for a while, suddenly felt lighter.

Standing under the Ziqiong Tree, with her vision narrowed, Wen Xiao’ai was even more overwhelmed by the endless sea of purple.

The trees bloom once every five hundred years, and bear fruit every thousand years.

And now was the season of fruition, with the lush trees covered in tempting Ziqiong Fruits.

Having just turned five hundred, this was Wen Xiao’ai’s first time seeing real Ziqiong Fruits.

She had never imagined that her first sight would be of so many.

Previously, Brother Ye Qi had promised her that when the Ziqiong Trees atop Muyun Peak in the Immortal Realm bore fruit, he would bring her one...

The hand around her waist had loosened without her knowing.

Wen Xiao’ai snapped back to reality, looking at the black-clad man who was clutching his chest with one hand and leaning on a thick tree trunk with the other, unsteady in his stance, and his deep blue eyes filled with caution and alertness.

After a moment’s pause, the man finally raised his eyes to meet Wen Xiao’ai’s gaze.

In that instant, his gaze turned gentle.

Wen Xiao’ai felt that these eyes were incredibly familiar, even the gaze itself was.

Not only because she had inexplicably dreamt of him during countless days and nights.

This sense of familiarity came from something else.

Her small mouth moved slightly, and Wen Xiao’ai hesitantly spoke:

"...Nie Jiuque?"

Nie Jiuque, upon hearing this, was shocked to his very core. He opened his eyes wide in disbelief, staring at Wen Xiao’ai, his black pupils contracting sharply twice.

The face beneath the mask was full of shock and disbelief.

In that moment, he was completely dazed, staring blankly at Wen Xiao’ai, his heart pounding madly, as if it had gone wild.

There was surprise, nervousness, fear, excitement of reunion, and overwhelming joy at being found again—a flood of mixed emotions caused his hand gripping the tree trunk to unconsciously half-clench.

Nie Jiuque’s eyes told Wen Xiao’ai that she hadn’t called the wrong name.

"It really is you."

In an instant, emotions and grievances filled her chest, and Wen Xiao’ai gritted her teeth, holding back the urge to strike him.

"You... you remember me...?" Immersed in joy, Nie Jiuque clearly hadn’t noticed Wen Xiao’ai’s change in demeanor.

He stared at Wen Xiao’ai without blinking, so tense his voice trembled.

His eyes grew hot and instantly reddened. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"You actually didn’t die, what exactly do you want?! Why did you deceive me before? And why did you help me? Your assistance in saving Jun Moyan, was it just to make me bring out the Purple Crane, and then use it to enter the Cat Demon Clan and join Zuo Yan in killing my clan members?!" Wen Xiao’ai was filled with anger and hatred.

"...What?"

Nie Jiuque was once again stunned by Wen Xiao’ai’s words.

This time, however, the shock was followed by a devastating heartbreak.

Nie Jiuque clutched his chest tighter, feeling as if his heart was bleeding.

One moment in paradise, the next in hell, Nie Jiuque was unguardedly wounded by Wen Xiao’ai’s sudden questions. The face beneath the mask turned completely pale, devoid of any blood.

He had thought... she had remembered him...