The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1713 - 1800: Those Dreams

"I began having those dreams, sometimes even unable to distinguish what was a dream and what was reality. I would think I was Cui Zhu, whose life in the past life was bleak, and other times remember that in this life, I am Bai Xian, the top courtesan."

"When my nightmares arose, I didn’t recall all of the past life. You learned about my symptoms, you were curious, so you got a Gu Slave; the backlash of the Devouring God Gu was quite severe, and that Gu Slave soon died because of the backlash."

"But before he died, you drank that person’s blood."

"Therefore."

"You remembered everything from the past life as well, didn’t you?"

"Miao Qing, you are a genius, no, you’re a prodigy."

"Once your Devouring God Gu merges with human blood and is consumed, it has a stunning effect, making people recall past life events and dream of those yet to occur, the intended life journey."

Bai Xian’s hand held Miao Qing’s jaw, and he carefully studied this face: "I have had many dreams, again and again. At the end of the dream was my lifelong torment, seeking a way out to Dajin, my body was already half-wasted then. I inadvertently met you, you were curious about my body because you found I was immune to all poisons, so you studied me, I became your slave. You wanted to understand my extraordinary constitution, and... you did many things to me, I still clearly remember them to this day."

"Miao Qing, you also had those dreams, experienced those same things, you remember I ultimately died at your hands, tortured to death by you."

"Miao Qing..."

He took a step back, sighed deeply, "I beg you, never appear before me again. I am not the me of the past life anymore, nor am I weak and easily bullied. You owe me a life, those hatreds can never be erased!"

Miao Qing slowly lowered her head: "Bai Xian... I don’t like that name."

She glanced at her again, "If, if I..."

"Night has fallen, please leave!"

Facing away from Miao Qing, Bai Xian expressionlessly issued the eviction order.

Miao Qing blinked lightly; Bai Xian, who was facing away from her, did not see this woman, seemingly ruthless, unfeeling, and cold, her eyes slightly reddening at the corners.

Miao Qing gazed at her back, finally her shoulders slumped, a very dejected look.

"If I had drunk the Devouring God Gu’s blood first, if I had dreamed those things earlier... Bai Xian wouldn’t be Bai Xian, he would be my Cui Zhu..." She slowly lowered her gaze, her eyelashes trembled lightly.

Her appearance was inexplicably very pitiful, yet also full of grievance, loneliness, bitterness, regret... it’s a pity the man didn’t see it.

Miao Qing once again took a faint glance at him: "Whether those dreams, which we called dreams of the past life, or this life, what I care about, what I hold dear, one is the chicken I raised back then named Da Hua, the other is Cui Zhu in the dream, you in reality. Believe it or not, but it’s true."

Reluctantly, she took another look at him, yet saw the man’s figure still stiff. She lowered her head in loneliness, then step by step, limped out of the shabby little wooden house...

Outside the house, the wind and rain were fierce, the torrential rain instantly drenched her to the skin.

Miao Qing stood still outside the house, slowly lifting her head, face blankly gazing into the stormy night sky.