Author: 颜凉雨 / Yan Liang Yu

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

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Chapter 61: Extra — Ding Xiaoche (Part 2)

Xiao Ding lost his memories.

No, Meng Zhang thought this description wasn’t accurate. It was more like Xiao Ding had always been living in a “single-day loop”. He would go to work, leave work, lend his car to anyone who asked on his way home, or just go straight home if no one asked. Then everything would reset the next day, and it would start over again.

Sleep was the dividing line of the loop. Once he woke up, he would forget everything about the previous day—the things he did, the people he met, the words he said.

Meng Zhang had tried using magical methods and even tried to prevent the other person from falling asleep, but it was all in vain.

This had been going on for a year now.

A year ago, Meng Zhang would become angry and irritable, even losing his temper at the oblivious Xiao Ding. But later, he accepted the reality.

So what if Xiao Ding forgot him?

It wasn’t a big deal to meet him anew every day.

Inside the Temple of Three Religions, no one noticed that the newly discovered “Hidden God” was lost in thought. While three were devoutly worshiping, another was carefully examining the statue with the focus of an archaeologist.

“Meng… Zhang?” Persistence paid off. The archaeologist finally noticed two barely noticeable characters on the sleeve of the statue and had an epiphany. “This is the Azure Dragon* God.”

*Known as Qinglong, is one of the Dragon Gods who represent the mount or chthonic forces of the Five Regions’ Highest Deities.

Meng Zhang was jolted back to reality. At first glance, he looked at his own sleeve. Amidst the plain fabric, there indeed were the faint patterns of the characters “Meng Zhang”. He had been out of his body for two years and had never noticed this.

“The Azure Dragon God?” one of the worshippers asked curiously.

The archaeologist, reinvigorated, elaborated, “The Azure Dragon God is one of the Four Directional Lords. The Eastern Azure Dragon Meng Zhang, the Southern Vermilion Bird Ling Guang, the Western White Tiger Jian Bing, and the Northern Black Tortoise Zhi Ming. These are the legendary Four Directional Lords…”

“Hey, did you come here to take challenges or to study traditional culture?” Another worshiper, who had just finished offering incense, stood up and spoke impatiently.

As the two became involved in a heated discussion, the archaeologist hurriedly offered his incense.

Meng Zhang casually handed out two weapons to them. As they left, he remained immersed in the newly acquired information.

He knew he was Lord Meng Zhang, an immortal. That was all he knew. He never thought about his own background or origins.

The moon set, and the sun rose.

All the outsiders left, and the zombies went into hiding, returning the city to order.

Lord Meng Zhang’s spirit floated out of the Temple of Three Religion and headed to the north of the city.

At 9 a.m., in an office in the northern part of the city, where the sunlight was bright, the white-collar youth Xiao Ding was slacking off at his desk, surfing the internet, when a call suddenly drifted into his ears.

“Xiao Ding…”

He thought a colleague was calling him and immediately looked around.

But everyone was busy with their work, paying him no attention.

“Xiao Ding…”

Xiao Ding swallowed nervously, feeling a chill down his spine. He returned his gaze to the computer screen, pretending he hadn’t heard anything.

Meng Zhang enjoyed watching him like this, pretending to be brave despite being clearly scared. It was incredibly adorable.

“Alright, I won’t tease you anymore,” Meng Zhang said softly. His spirit settled on the partition of Xiao Ding’s cubicle and began to materialize in a form only Xiao Ding could see.

Xiao Ding watched in shock as a person appeared on the flimsy partition of his workstation. A full-grown person sitting there without the partition collapsing or even making a sound, as if the person had no weight at all…

Meng Zhang covered his ears, watching the gradually narrowing eyes of the other, and mentally counted, ‘One, two, three.’

“Ghost ah ah ah ah ah—”

Meng Zhang’s eyes softened. It was the familiar Xiao Ding, which was good.

As for the scream, after hearing it over three hundred times, it had been automatically translated in his mind to “God, hope all is well with you”.

“Xiao Ding! What are you yelling about?”

“Ah, this page is ruined now. Xiao Ding, I hate you—”

His colleagues were confused as they complained and grumbled.

Xiao Ding froze, his mouth agape. He glanced at his colleagues and then at Meng Zhang, his voice faltering. “They can’t see you?”

“That’s right.” Meng Zhang looked at him. “Only you are special.”

Xiao Ding blinked in confusion. “Why?”

Meng Zhang didn’t answer directly but instead took out a handwritten letter from his chest.

Xiao Ding took the letter and unfolded it. His eyes widened in shock after just a few seconds.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t a letter, but a handwritten note.

But the important part was that it was all in his own handwriting!

[Note: My name is Xiao Ding. I have an immortal friend named Meng Zhang. He is a long-haired handsome man with boundless magical powers. He’s very kind to me, but I always forget him, so I especially made this note to remind myself!!!]

Apart from the handwritten note and three exclamation marks, there was also his own signature and thumbprint.

From beginning to end, the entire note radiated an intense pressure of “you must believe me”.

Overwhelmed by the sudden influx of information, Xiao Ding was completely stunned.

Meng Zhang stayed and chatted with him all day. By the time it was almost evening and time to leave work, Xiao Ding had finally fully accepted this “immortal friend”.

Meanwhile, doubts and a sense of crisis followed.

He was puzzled. “You said you only remember the past two years too. What about before that?”

Meng Zhang had also thought about this. “I don’t remember. Maybe like you, I was also looping.”

Xiao Ding found this answer sincere, even though the other party couldn’t clarify why he suddenly stopped forgetting two years ago.

But as the doubts cleared, a sense of crisis emerged. “I forget everything every day, but you remember it all. Doesn’t that put you at a huge advantage? Plus, you can say anything the next day. Even if you lie to me, I wouldn’t know.”

“I will never lie to you.” This was Meng Zhang’s answer.

When he said this, his gaze was clear and firm, as if there was a starry sky within, which made Xiao Ding’s heart beat wildly.

On the way home, Xiao Ding was driving with Meng Zhang sitting in the passenger seat, as naturally as if it were his designated spot.

“Have you heard of the Four Directional Lords?” Meng Zhang suddenly asked while waiting for the traffic light. “Or the Azure Dragon God?”

“No,” Xiao Ding replied. “What about it?”

“Some say I am the Azure Dragon God,” Meng Zhang said. “I want to know the background and origins of the Azure Dragon God.”

Xiao Ding thought for a moment and said, “You can go to the library to check.”

“The library?” Meng Zhang, who often passed by there as a spirit, had never been inside and wasn’t sure what it was for.

“The central city library.” Xiao Ding thought he didn’t know the place. “It’s just across the river in the north of the city, near the Sunshine Theatre.”

Instead of asking around, it’s better to see for himself. “Let’s go now.”

Xiao Ding: “Ah? This isn’t in my plan.”

Meng Zhang: “Do it for me.”

Xiao Ding: “It’s your business anyway…”

Meng Zhang: “Thank you.”

Xiao Ding: “I haven’t agreed yet!”

Meng Zhang: “Have you ever thought about giving yourself a name?”

Xiao Ding: “Don’t change the subject… Besides, I have a name, Xiao Ding.”

Meng Zhang: “That’s too perfunctory.”

Xiao Ding: “Do you have a better suggestion?”

Meng Zhang: “How about Ding Xiaoche?”

Xiao Ding: “…That’s even more perfunctory!!!”

Meng Zhang: “Hmm, let’s settle on that. Ding Xiaoche. I like it.”

Xiao Ding: “……”

The white car silently changed direction, heading towards the city library.

Holding the steering wheel, Driver Ding muttered complaints while silently repeating to himself, “Xiaoche, Ding Xiaoche.”

A name is a strange thing. Without it, there’s a void, but once it exists, the heart suddenly feels fulfilled.

It’s as if something that had been drifting for a long time finally landed and found peace.

Suddenly, a roadblock appeared in front of the car, and Xiao Ding braked sharply!

Meng Zhang was still thinking about the library and didn’t react immediately. By the time he saw the four people running towards them, he instinctively turned invisible, reverting to his spirit form.

The car door was opened, and without a word, the four men threw Xiao Ding into the back seat, hijacked the car, and changed course towards the Central Hospital!

The sun had just set, and the streetlights hadn’t yet come on. These outsiders acted quickly.

But Meng Zhang was displeased that his plans were disturbed.

Especially since they were very rough with Xiao Ding, pushing and shoving him around.

In the small car, crammed with five people plus a spirit, although the spirit didn’t take up space, it was midsummer, and the weather was hot and stuffy. Opening the windows brought in only hot wind and closing them made it unbearable.

“Wang Ge, turn on the air conditioning.” A man in the back seat reminded the driver for the second time.

“It’s already on, but it’s not working. What kind of piece of junk is this car—” the driver grumbled and slapped the steering wheel.

Xiao Ding frowned, about to say his air conditioning was fine, when he saw Meng Zhang slightly raise an eyebrow, looking amused.

Indeed, the god was displeased and decided to punish the reckless outsiders.

He, a small fish, could only follow along, turning into a dried fish from the heat.

A cool breeze.

Without warning, it blew across his face and neck, bringing relief.

Xiao Ding looked up to see Meng Zhang floating between the driver and passenger seat, fanning him gently.

While everyone else in the car was sweating profusely, only Xiao Ding enjoyed the cool breeze.

There was also a hint of sandalwood in the wind, which was refreshing and invigorating.

Xiao Ding gave Meng Zhang a grateful look.

The god smiled back at him with a particularly charming smile.

Xiao Ding bowed his head, no longer wanting to go home. Going home meant going to sleep, and waking up would mean forgetting everything about today.

He didn’t want to forget Meng Zhang.

When the car reached the dock, the boat had already been taken by faster people, so the group had to change their route and take the bridge. Xiao Ding then asked to get off and walk home.

Although the group was rough, they weren’t completely heartless. They asked him one more time, “Are you sure? Don’t think you’re close to home and can just walk a few steps to safety. Zombies are faster than you.”

“It’s fine.” Xiao Ding quickly glanced at Meng Zhang and proudly said, “I have a talisman for safety.”

Meng Zhang couldn’t help but reach out to pat his head, but forgot he was still in his spirit form and missed.

After safely escorting Xiao Ding home and materializing, Meng Zhang patted him again, this time messing up his hair in satisfaction.

Xiao Ding stood there, letting him do it. “Are all gods like you?”

Meng Zhang: “Like what?”

Xiao Ding: “Gentle.”

Meng Zhang paused, then firmly shook his head after a while. “No, only I am this good.”

Xiao Ding nodded. “I thought so.”

Meng Zhang withdrew his hand without a trace of guilt.

Although he hadn’t met other gods and didn’t even know where they were, he was sure that there couldn’t be any god better than himself, Meng Zhang, in this world.

“Sorry,” Xiao Ding suddenly apologized. “I didn’t accompany you to the library.”

“It’s okay.” Meng Zhang genuinely didn’t mind. “We can go tomorrow.”

“But tomorrow…” Xiao Ding looked down, disheartened, and muttered softly. “Tomorrow, I will forget you…”

Meng Zhang smiled, lifted his face, and kissed his forehead lightly, a kiss that was very light but incredibly solemn. “You just need to be happy. I’ll take care of remembering.”

The next evening, in Xiao Ding’s car.

“Ghost ah ah ah ah ah—”

Meng Zhang covered his ears, then showed the handwritten note.

Two minutes later.

“Indeed, it is my handwriting, but… you’re still very suspicious!”

Occasionally, Xiao Ding would have such multiple doubts, but Meng Zhang wasn’t a god in vain.

The mobile phone recorder was turned on, and Xiao Ding’s original voice played back—

“My name is Xiao Ding. Meng Zhang is my best friend. I lose my memory every day, so I need to record this message. Xiao Ding, listen carefully. Don’t deny Meng Zhang, don’t disrespect the god, or else you’ll be single for life!”

Listening to oneself lecturing oneself is a very bizarre experience. It was only because the person holding this evidence had an acceptable… Well, despite how much this hurts his conscience to admit… He had a very pleasing appearance, so he could somewhat believe it.

But—

This curse is too malicious! How can one curse oneself like this for a stranger!

“Fine, I believe we’re friends.” Xiao Ding reluctantly looked at the elegantly floating god before him and asked grumpily, “So what do you want to do?”

Meng Zhang leaned over from the passenger seat and fastened Xiao Ding’s seatbelt. “Go to the city library.”

The journey was very calm. Xiao Ding always felt that something should happen, like someone asking for a ride, but nothing did, and they arrived at the library without incident.

The library was already closed, and it was pitch dark inside. Meng Zhang waved his sleeve, and the door opened, the lights turned on, and the security guards all fell asleep, as if by magic.

Before them lay a sea of books.

Just as Xiao Ding was about to ask what he was looking for and eagerly join the search, he saw Meng Zhang close his eyes and mutter under his breath.

Soon, from deep within the shelves, came the sound of books being pulled out, and then a thin, yellowed booklet floated towards Meng Zhang.

Soon after, another book flew over.

Eventually, a dozen or so books, neatly lined up in mid-air, appeared before them. Most of them had titles related to “mythology”, “Taoism”, or “ancient times”.

The god nodded, ending his magical sensing. “All books about the Azure Dragon God are here.”

Xiao Ding’s slight eagerness to help a friend shattered: “…Then why did you bring me here?!”

“I wanted to read them with you.” Meng Zhang raised his hand, and the first booklet opened, quickly reaching the page with “Azure Dragon God” written on it.

“This is your background and origins, not mine!” Xiao Ding complained, but still curiously leaned in.

In the book, a mighty Azure Dragon was depicted soaring in the sky. The dense text below explained that it was one of the four celestial spirits, the Azure Dragon God, which was later anthropomorphized and given the title of Lord Meng Zhang.

“I want to know who I am.” Meng Zhang intently read every word. “And I want you to understand me better.”

Xiao Ding calmed down.

He probably understood Meng Zhang’s intention, but precisely because of this understanding, he felt a strange sympathy for this god he had only met that evening.

What’s the use of understanding if, as the handwritten note and recording said, he would forget everything tomorrow? Would Meng Zhang have to take him to the library every day?

Meng Zhang meticulously read through the dozen books from start to finish.

Most of them discussed the origins of the Azure Dragon God, and a few were about Taoist magic, explaining how to summon the Azure Dragon God for personal use to exorcize demons and dispel evil.

Almost every book contained illustrations, some of which were majestic, depicting the Azure Dragon emerging from clouds, breathing thunder and controlling the weather; but some were perfunctory, with the dragon looking more like a small snake, which made Meng Zhang secretly criticize them.

Although the books were about him, Meng Zhang felt no connection while reading. But as he absorbed the words and images into his mind and reflected on them, he felt a strong resonance and gradually felt as if he could soar into the clouds and travel through the four corners of the world.

On the way back to Xiao Ding’s home from the library, their car was hijacked again.

They had avoided it on the way there, but not on the way back. Meng Zhang was resigned to his fate.

As usual, he transformed into his spirit form and accompanied them.

Xiao Ding, as always, was thrown into the back seat, looking pitiful.

But this time, the carjackers encountered opponents halfway.

Another group of outsiders, also in a car, should have had nothing to do with each other. But both wanted the boat at the dock, so one car, acting first, threw stationery.

Stationery was the weapon used by outsiders for fighting, somewhat similar to immortal magic but more diverse, as Meng Zhang summarized.

The battle continued to the dock, where one group was literally sent flying.

But the winning group didn’t fare much better, as their car went out of control.

Seeing the car about to plunge into the river, the four outsiders immediately jumped out.

Xiao Ding couldn’t react in time, but Meng Zhang wouldn’t let him drown. A gust of wind swept him out of the car, safely onto the ground.

As the car plunged into the water, the four men hit the ground, but only Xiao Ding stood unharmed.

“Shit, did you see that? He can fly!” one of the four shouted.

“I saw.” Another got up, brushing off dirt nonchalantly. “With zombies around, is flying strange?”

“This is our third time on this level, right? Have you seen any other NPCs fly?”

“……”

A hint of curiosity quickly turned into eagerness to try something new.

Maybe it’s an Easter egg. Anyway, there’s no harm in trying.

The four men steadied themselves, their gazes all falling on Xiao Ding. “Hey, if you have anything good, better hand it over.”

Xiao Ding was confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just had a car, and you guys dumped it in the river.”

The four exchanged looks, still somewhat reluctant.

“Do we need to trigger something…?”

As someone muttered, Xiao Ding was bewildered when suddenly someone lunged at him and pushed him hard!

Xiao Ding instantly lost his balance and fell backward, right towards the raging river!

They wanted to kill him!

This realization and fear surged together, nearly suffocating Xiao Ding!

Xiao Ding’s body, which had completely fallen backward, suddenly landed on something soft. Instead of hitting the water as expected, his body slowly levitated and began to float.

Xiao Ding was confused.

The four who pushed him saw it clearly: a cloud magically appeared out of nowhere and lifted him up!

“What the hell is this magic trick…”

Among the four, three were stunned, while the fourth, sensing something, looked around warily.

Meng Zhang sighed in relief, suppressing the urge to feed those four to the fishes. First, he sent the cloud carrying Xiao Ding to a safe height, then slowly drifted towards the opposite bank, away from the four men.

However, just as the cloud reached the middle of the river, Meng Zhang heard a voice in his ear—

[Owl: Someone has used [(Illusory) Nowhere to Hide] on you~~]

Meng Zhang was startled to find his spirit form was slowly turning solid!

Outsiders could use stationery on people in this city, but he had never considered that he would be affected by stationery!

Concentrating hard, he tried to stop the transformation, but it was in vain. Eventually, he appeared in front of the four men, just like the name of the stationery—nowhere to hide.

The four men watched him slowly materialize, first shocked, then overjoyed.

“I told you there was a side quest!”

“This is the hidden boss!”

“Will we get a reward if we defeat him?”

“Definitely—”

Without hesitation, they charged at him!

Meng Zhang waved his sleeve, and the four were swept up by the wind, flying horizontally into the river!

However, they somehow used a piece of stationery and were caught by a cooling mat mid-fall, landing back on shore.

This time, the four didn’t underestimate their opponent and started a stationery war!

[Owl: Someone has used [(Illusory) Peace is Precious] on you~~]

[Owl: Someone has used [(Offense) Meteor Shower] on you~~]

[Owl: Someone has used [(Offense) A Palm that Can Conquer the Universe] on you~~]

When the first piece of stationery was used, Meng Zhang felt his immortal powers being locked away, as if iron chains were entangling all his magical abilities, preventing even a trace of magic from being released!

Then came the fiery stones and heavy palm strikes, which he couldn’t avoid and had to endure!

“Meng Zhang—” Xiao Ding, floating on the cloud in the middle of the river, became anxious. “Let me go back to help you!”

“Don’t move!” Meng Zhang shouted, clutching his chest.

He was in severe pain, his clothes burnt and torn by the fiery stones. Meng Zhang had never been so disheveled.

“Okay, I won’t move. Don’t be angry.” Xiao Ding immediately complied.

But Meng Zhang suddenly realized something was wrong. He looked up sharply at Xiao Ding, and sure enough, the cloud’s height was getting lower, almost reaching the water surface!

His magical powers were completely sealed, and the cloud, which depended on his magic, naturally couldn’t stay aloft.

Meng Zhang panicked, a feeling he had never experienced before. He almost pleaded with the four men. “Cancel the stationery. Let me save him. I swear, I won’t fight back after saving him, and you can do whatever you want with me!”

The four men were taken aback, clearly not expecting such a line.

“You’re already at our mercy, you know. We just haven’t decided whether to beat you up or kill you!”

“Don’t you think there’s something weird about him and that kid…”

“Do you have to say it? I’m really fed up with these NPC side quests. Can’t there be a normal one for once!”

“His look is kind of scary…”

“Scary my ass! We used [Peace is Precious]. If he can still fight, then that’s a bug…”

Meng Zhang calmed down and stopped talking.

From the moment he left his body, he had truly believed he was a god, thinking he could do whatever he wanted, that he was omnipotent. He looked down on the worshippers and felt pity for those living in the city.

The only one he felt special about was Xiao Ding, but now, it seemed he couldn’t even protect this one person.

Azure Dragon God?

Ha, just because someone mentioned it, he went to check it out. What did it matter if he had a background and origins? In the end, he still had to abide by the rules of this world.

Xiao Ding’s rule was to live in a loop.

And his rule?

He couldn’t break through the sky.

[Don’t eat me…]

Suddenly, Xiao Ding’s voice echoed in his heart.

Meng Zhang looked up quickly. Xiao Ding was sitting on the cloud, hugging his knees tightly, his head buried deep, trembling uncontrollably.

The cloud was half-submerged in the river, with only a three-inch gap between Xiao Ding and the water. Zombie fish were circling the cloud, biting at it, a few nearly leaping onto it!

[Don’t eat me… I don’t taste good…]

This wasn’t Xiao Ding speaking to him.

This was Xiao Ding’s heart. He was hearing Xiao Ding’s heart!

Meng Zhang’s heart clenched tightly, almost unable to breathe.

He had seen people die in the city; some simply vanished, others reappeared the next day. But whether they disappeared or reappeared, the agony of death at that moment was real.

He would never let Xiao Ding experience such pain.

No, not even a moment of pain.

A storm arose, lightning streaked across the sky, and thunder exploded in an instant!

Meng Zhang stood firm, chanting to himself. “The essence of the horned Eastern Dragon, exhaling clouds and brooding mists, shouting thunder, soaring through the eight extremes, roaming the four dark realms…”

This was the incantation from the book to summon the Azure Dragon God to descend and subdue demons.

Now, he was summoning himself.

As the storm raged and the river overflowed, Meng Zhang disappeared, and the Azure Dragon emerged!

With a sudden surge of immense immortal power, he easily broke free from his shackles. In fact, he didn’t even need to break free. The moment his immortal power exploded, the trivial stationery turned to dust.

The dragon’s eyes were majestic, its horns proud, its scales shimmering, and its claws sharp. The enormous Azure Dragon coiled, almost covering the entire riverbank in a blue shadow.

A dragon roar that shook heaven and earth!

The four people who witnessed this were dumbstruck, paralyzed with fear.

Xiao Ding, who had just sunk into the water with clouds, was also startled by the dragon’s roar. His mind was in disarray, his body numb, and everything before him seemed hazy and flashing. For a moment, he even forgot his fear of the zombie fish.

The Azure Dragon God glanced at Xiao Ding, who then rose into the air and landed safely on the opposite bank.

Withdrawing his gaze, the Azure Dragon God casually flicked its tail, sweeping all four into the river without exception.

That night, Xiao Ding rode the dragon home. If not for the heavy rain, he would have had the Azure Dragon God fly him around the city.

That night, as soon as Lord Meng Zhang entered the temple, he exhaustedly transformed back into his spirit form and returned to the statue behind the wall.

The next day, Meng Zhang’s first task upon waking was to buy a car—a mesmerizing red, luxurious, top-of-the-line model with an extremely high safety rating. It was like a blazing fire when it sped on the overpass—a red flame under the night sky.

Two significant events had occurred the previous night. First, he unlocked his true Azure Dragon form, greatly increasing his immortal power. Second, Xiao Ding’s car had fallen into the river.

For Meng Zhang, the latter was more important.

He no longer had to search for Driver Ding in the vast sea of cars, always struggling to find a black car in the dark, almost wanting to flip every vehicle on the road.

In front of an office building in the north of the city.

“My name is Xiao Ding. Meng Zhang is my best friend. I lose my memory every day, so I need to record this message. Xiao Ding, listen carefully. Don’t deny Meng Zhang, don’t disrespect the god, or else you’ll be single for life!”

After turning off the recorder, Meng Zhang leaned against his fiery red car and casually asked, “Any questions?”

“It’s working hours…” Xiao Ding looked at him, perplexed. “You called me down here just to listen to this?”

“No.” Meng Zhang stepped away from the car, standing upright. “The recording is a prerequisite. You need to acknowledge our relationship before we can proceed to the next step.”

“Fine, I acknowledge it. What do you want to do?”

“Give you a car.”

“……”

Xiao Ding circled the mesmerizing red luxury car with mixed feelings and finally asked, “Where did you get so much money?”

Meng Zhang stuffed the car keys into his hand. “Temple offerings.”

Xiao Ding looked at the car keys, then at the car, and finally at him, hesitating before blurting out, “Are you trying to pursue me?”

Meng Zhang: “……”

The question caught him off guard—even a god would struggle to respond.

Xiao Ding looked at him earnestly. “If I accept this, does it mean I agree?”

In all honesty, Meng Zhang had only intended to give a car today, without any other complicated thoughts.

“Yes.” But an opportunity presented itself, and who would be foolish enough to reject it?

Xiao Ding lowered his eyes, took a moment to gather courage, and then looked up abruptly. “I have one condition. If you agree, I’ll accept the car keys!”

Meng Zhang smiled. “Just one?”

Xiao Ding nodded vigorously. “Just one.”

Meng Zhang was genuinely curious. “What’s the condition?”

Xiao Ding cautiously asked, “Can you transform into a dragon again and take me flying?”

……

Before Xiao Ding could get an answer, he was suddenly kissed passionately.

Meng Zhang kissed him domineeringly, leaving no room for breath or escape.

When Xiao Ding almost couldn’t stand anymore, Meng Zhang finally ended the kiss, still close, forehead to forehead. “Do you… remember yesterday?”

His voice trembled slightly, as if he was overjoyed but also fearful.

Fearful of being happy for the wrong reasons, fearful of a hollow heart.

“Of course, I remember,” Xiao Ding murmured, not daring to meet his eyes, focusing on the ground. “A transformation of a god—that’s hard to forget…”

Meng Zhang’s eyes warmed. He hugged Xiao Ding tightly, as if wanting to merge him into his own body.

After a moment, Xiao Ding slowly raised his arms and embraced him.

He had a boyfriend now, and his boyfriend was the Azure Dragon God, Meng Zhang. His boyfriend was handsome, but even handsomer in dragon form.

With that aesthetic…

“Can the car be returned? Or maybe change the color?”

“It can’t be returned, but we can buy another.”

“Then never mind…”

“Don’t worry about money. From today, my temple offerings are yours, and you, are mine.”

“……”

“Oh, and you have a name now.”

“Huh?”

“You’re called Ding Xiaoche.”

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The author has something to say:

Congratulations Ding Xiaoche for his awakening. The two of you can walk together in the future~~

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Kinky Thoughts:

This reminds me of 50 First Dates. 

Okay, but like, I’m now super attached to these two! How can they only have just a small part!

This marks the end of volume 1.

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