Chapter 89 [4th World 21] Ending + Mo Ling (Side Story)
Chapter 89 [4th World 21] Ending + Mo Ling (Side Story)
Title: Being PAPA’d Every Time I Transmigrate
Translator: System Yaoi
Arc 4: The Celestial Who Fell Down to Earth
Note: Special thanks to Kate for the Kofis <3 & and all the babies who contributed for system >o<
Chapter 21: Ending + Mo Ling (Side Story)
Ruan Jiaojiao is heartbroken, since it’s all messed up, let’s cut this mess quickly!
She looked at the Demon Lord Dongfang and said in a loud voice.
“Dongfang Shi, in the last life I have been making compromises, and in this life I still can’t escape your presence every step of the way. But I’m already married to God Qingshu and have taken him as my husband, and I still have my own feelings, so it is absolutely impossible for me to give up. The husband and the abandoned son will go back to the Demon Realm with you!”
After that, she bit her lip again, and there was a touch of difficulty in the surging eyes, she raised her sight to the ghostly eyes of Qingshu, and said seriously.
“I’m very satisfied to be able to marry you. Let’s just wipe out our previous affairs.”
Saying this, she cast her tender eyes on the little raccoon who was deep in dreamland by her spell.
“I can only say that I have nothing to do with you. Xiao Li needs father’s love to grow up. After all, blood between him and Mo Ling is thicker than water, so I…”
“I refuse!”
Qing Shu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly interrupted her confession of true feelings.
“You are my wife! This will not change no matter what!!”
Upon hearing this, Ruan Jiaojiao sighed softly, her eyes drooping helplessly, her pink face and soft cheeks slowly rolled down a crystal clear tear, which hung on the delicate and small chin, about to fall.
The beauty is weeping, such a sight naturally arouses pity, even if a man’s heart is as stiff as a stone, I am afraid that it will soften to be tender.
For a moment, everyone seemed to empathise with her dilemma, and their hearts trembled unconsciously, leaving only a sigh.
Who would have thought that the promised battle between immortals and demons would turn into a bloody meeting for the mediation of emotional disputes between men and women.
As a result, the imminent battle never finished.
It is said that when emotional entanglements between men and women are placed on mortals, it is naturally difficult to have the best of both worlds.
For mortals, life is no more than a few dozen years with limited time and energy.
But immortals are different. They have unlimited time and strength, as long as they are willing to give in to love, harmony can still be achieved.
Ever since, under the negotiation and compromise between God Qingshu and Dongfang Shi, Ruan Jiaojiao blatantly lived a life of polyandry for the sake of peace between the immortal and demon realms.
On the little raccoon’s side, after Ruan Jiaojiao’s brainwashing, that a good man is full of ambitions, and couldn’t be around his mother every day as it would result in becoming a baby who never grows up, thus she threw him to the South China Sea to pay respects to Guanyin as a disciple.
And as Mo Ling was not used to living in the Immortal world, he returned to live in the demon world.
In this way, the three men live in one corner of different realms, and can’t meet each other, allowing them all to live in peace.
Ruan Jiaojiao sometimes lived in the Immortal realm, sometimes in the Demon realm, and sometimes went to live in the Mortal world.
The three husbands, of course, will also be jealous. After all, there are grievances and historical conflicts between the immortals and demons, so God Qingshu and Demon Lord Dongfang Shi occasionally clashed.
But Ruan Jiaojiao simply left them behind. Later, they also vaguely gave birth to a subtle friendship based on sympathy.
After all, they were asking for the current situation, otherwise, with Ruan Jiaojiao’s attitude, she would rather die than be restrained or choose Mo Ling.
The immortals and demons couldn’t help sighing. They didn’t expect the peace of the six realms to come so hastily, but everyone hoped to live with no war casualties, and didn’t want blood to flow into rivers and people to die.
In this fantasy world, Ruan Jiaojiao did not stay that long.
In fact, she had played enough for a long time and got bored, so she used the points earned from the task to exchange for a clone to replace her, then patted her butt, and left gracefully.
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Mo Ling’s Side Story
He is just an ordinary fox demon, but was born with a heart disease, always in dull pain. He felt as if something was missing in his heart, he felt incomplete.
And he often had a dream, in which there was a young girl whose face couldn’t be seen clearly, but Mo Ling intuitively believed that the girl was his lover in his previous life. The elders of the clan made a divination and verified his guess.
The elders said that his predestined relationship was not yet complete, and asked him to wait patiently for her who is destined to be with him.
Mo Ling did not expect that in addition to a beautiful wife, he had a lovely child from his previous life.
“Husband!”
Mo Ling grew up and had never seen such a beautiful woman. The fox demon clan produced beauties, but this woman was like a fairy who descended from the sky. She descended from the sky and fell into his arms gracefully.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled at him, calling his husband in a familiar and affectionate tone.
At that moment, the missing piece in his heart seemed to be complete. He knew that the person he was waiting for was her.
Somehow, the scene in front of Mo Ling was as if the scene had reappeared from yesterday.
On the battlefield of the immortals and demons, not only did he gain mana with her kiss, he also gained the memories of his previous life.
He recalled his love at first sight for her, remembered the sword that pierced their chests, his heart and blood merged with hers. As long as he can be with her, he doesn’t care about anything, he is willing.
Tens of thousands of years filled with loneliness, how can I be able to live without her lingering and tender self, even if there is only a flick of sweetness.