With her spatial ability to raise beast husbands, the wicked female becomes the darling of the group

Chapter 442 Love
At this moment, Wen Nanxi is like a beautiful orchid and a jade tree, with a clear breeze and bright moon, just like when we first met.

He was tall and slender like jade, with a refined and beautiful appearance, exquisite and perfect, as if his spirit was as clear as autumn water and his bones as jade.

Her aura was like snow in the mountains and moon in the clouds.

The mountain sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell upon him, giving him a captivating glow that made him appear like a deity descended to earth, noble and otherworldly, as if he were about to vanish with a gust of wind.

Su Muyao looked at him, her heart pounding like a deer.

She stared intently, afraid she might be mistaken. "Nanxi, is that you?"

Even if it's a dream, it's still a good one.

As Su Muyao spoke, her eyes welled up with tears, and her voice choked slightly.

Wen Nanxi walked over slowly, carrying the basket in her hand.

Su Muyao looked at the basket and felt it was familiar. It was the basket she had woven when she first went to the Ancient Forest with Wen Nanxi, and it contained tomatoes.

The red fruit she picked at that time was a tomato.

These are all familiar, long-lost memories; the more I look at them, the more I miss Wen Nanxi.

Wen Nanxi stepped forward, looking at Su Muyao with tender, reddened eyes. He reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"It's me. I'm sorry, this is the only way I can see you."

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I've hurt you..."

Wen Nanxi felt ashamed to see her, let alone face her.

The original Nan Feng was right; she had died once, also because of him.

It's as if he indirectly caused her death.

If he hadn't been afraid of putting her in danger again, he probably wouldn't have dared to face her.

He longed to hold her in his arms, yet he was too timid to do so.

Hearing Wen Nanxi's string of self-blaming words, Su Muyao reached out and covered his mouth, "It's not your fault, don't say that."

Seeing that he was no longer talking, Su Muyao reached out and hugged Wen Nanxi tightly.

Only when she felt a real, tangible sensation did Su Muyao realize that he must be in her dream.

Otherwise it wouldn't feel so real.

"It really is you, Nanxi, it really is you."

Wen Nanxi felt the trembling of the person in his arms, and his heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles. Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with heartache. He sighed softly and reached out to hug her back. "Yes, it's me. I've come to enter your dream."

His voice carried a barely perceptible weakness.

He tried hard to hide it, not wanting his wife to know and worry.

His wife was so good that she never blamed him.

Su Muyao choked up and said, "Nanxi, I miss you so much, I really miss you."

As she said these words, a tear rolled down her cheek.

Wen Nanxi also missed her terribly, to the point of madness.

Only when he held her in his arms and felt her warmth did he feel better and his mind calm down.

At this moment, he dared not say he missed her, because Wen Nanxi was not sure if he himself would disappear into the world.

What will she do if he's gone?
She was the one he worried about the most.

"By the way, where are you now? I'm coming to find you, and I'll definitely rescue you."

Wennan Creek hasn't been integrated yet, so there's still time.

Wen Nanxi looked at the tears in Su Muyao's eyes and gently wiped them away, but no matter how she wiped, there were still tears glistening in them.

He sighed with heartache and lowered his head to lovingly kiss away her tears.

He knows best how much he loves her.

He would rather die than let Su Muyao take risks for him.

But he can't die yet; he must restrain the main body with his own power. Otherwise, who knows what crazy things Nan Feng might do—he's a madman.

Wen Nanxi gently coaxed her, his voice as tender and doting as ever, "Ayao, be good, you can't."

Su Muyao stubbornly replied, "No, I want to save you."

Wen Nanxi gently embraced her, tidied her hair, and looked down at her as if he wanted to etch her into the depths of his soul.

“Listen to me, I can’t save you. I’m fine now, and the main body won’t dare to do anything to me. He still wants to merge with me, but I will restrain him.”

Su Muyao looked at Wen Nanxi with teary eyes, which softened Wen Nanxi's heart like a pool of clear water.

"You don't want to be merged, you don't want to disappear."

"Nanxi, I love you. You can't be hurt. This world can't live without you."

She couldn't let any of her beastly husbands go; she felt she was being a bit greedy, but she wanted them all to be well.

These words left Wen Nanxi speechless.

He had prepared many persuasive words, but at this moment, he couldn't say them.

His heart felt instantly filled, and warmth spread to every part of his body.

“Ah Yao…”

He opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse. Usually calm and composed, he didn't know what to say at this moment.

The wife was talking about love, not just liking; the word "love" carries a heavy and profound weight.

He could clearly feel his heart pounding fiercely, like a drum beating against his chest, as if it wanted to break free of its restraints and leap to her.

His suppression and restraint were useless.

There were things he hadn't intended to say, but now they welled up inside him, making him want to speak them.

Because he originally needed to burn his essence to enter a dream, his body was actually extremely weak. At this moment, perhaps because of the intertwining and sensing of love, there seemed to be a faint spiritual light appearing around him, giving his body a bit more strength.

Wen Nanxi looked down at Su Muyao in his arms. Her tears fell on his clothes, burning his heart.

He could smell the familiar scent on her, a scent that was etched into his very being.

Past scenes flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, countless details turning into fine needles that gently pierced his heart, stirring up a raging storm in his once calm heart.

Wen Nanxi slowly tightened his arms, holding Su Muyao even closer, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

He never dared to imagine that her love for him was so deep.

"Ah Yao, I... also love you very, very much."

At this moment, Wen Nanxi's voice trembled, filled with intense and tender love.

Su Muyao whispered, "Nanxi, don't disappear. Even if you don't tell me where you are, I will still come to find you."

“I know you are in the southwest. I will search in that direction and I will definitely find you and rescue you.”

Su Muyao was determined to save Wen Nanxi at any cost.

Wen Nanxi hadn't planned to tell Su Muyao her exact location, but she hadn't expected that Su Muyao would be able to find out the direction.

He came this time intending to comfort her and tell her not to look for him.

I never expected her to be so determined and resolute.

“Ah Yao, actually I don’t know exactly which direction we are. That palace is a magical artifact. It can grow larger when it lands on the ground and can also change direction at any time.”

"That thing doesn't seem to exist on the Azure Beast Continent. I know nothing about its origins or the main body's history, and I've never seen or heard of its strength or cultivation methods."

"I suspect he has learned more powerful cultivation techniques."

"Moreover, he must have been hurt by females, and he hates all females."

This is what Wen Nanxi analyzed.

"Moreover, he is so cold that he doesn't seem like a normal person. I guess he probably has no feelings left."

As if she had just thought of something, Su Muyao said, "By the way, Nanxi, I entered the world of resentment in the Bihe River before, and went to the world more than 100,000 years ago. I met an ancient snake-beastman. He was very young at that time. His name was Jing Chu, and he looked exactly like you. But his personality couldn't be the main body. I was just guessing whether he might also have some kind of relationship with the main body?"