Chapter 394: Chapter 394

Chu Yi, the playboy who flirts around, loves sweet jade foot, and formed the Hundred Great Harem, is actually a devoted good boy?

For a moment, Liu Qingmeng was silent.

The fragrant breeze brushed past the branches, shaking loose a few pink-white peach blossoms, scattering them on the blood-red strands of hair.

She raised her hand and pointed at the peach tree overhead, speaking oddly: "Do you know what this is?"

Chu Yi looked up, the sky filled with peach blossoms, pouring down like rain, yet they never stop blooming, with one falling, three or four more appear.

He picked up a petal of golden-stamen crimson flower, the Clock Eye peered, and found this petal was as illusory as water, not a physical entity.

Each peach blossom represents a line of fate.

"I am too foolish, please enlighten me, Thirteenth Aunt."

Chu Yi couldn’t see much, even if he did, he had to pretend not to know, letting the elder show off.

"Your romantic luck."

Liu Qingmeng chuckled lightly, rubbing her palm on the peach branch, pursing her lips, "Every flower represents a past and future entanglement of your romance."

He stared dumbly, looking up at the enormous peach tree, with tens of thousands of peach blossoms blooming, does it mean Chu Yi would have tens of thousands of women in the future?

If it’s true, he would be overwhelmingly suppressed by his infatuations in the future!

A harem on the scale of thousands, it’s so daring even in novels!

He was momentarily at a loss, then recalling the prophetic dream, there weren’t this many women, surely the other party was joking.

Liu Qingmeng toyed with the peach branch, watching the stunned Chu Yi, smiling demurely:

"Just teasing you, the flowers represent worldly marriages, not closely related to you."

"This is the Holy Relic of the God of Love, though mostly destroyed in the era of gods, it still possesses the mighty power to bind fate and tie marriage ties."

"I understand you may be dissatisfied, henceforth, besides betrothing Nan Zhi to you, I’ll also assign over a hundred outstanding enchanting demon girls as concubines."

"The resources of the Royal Court can be allocated freely, enough for you to ascend to quasi-legendary ranks."

With such words, Chu Yi’s doubts were swept away, as the development suggested everything in the prophetic dream would inevitably occur.

The price is that he could no longer return to the Beast Taming World, spending his life in the Royal Court. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novęlfire.net

Unless he ascends to legendary rank.

"Alright, I agree, Thirteenth Aunt, to marry Prince Nan Zhi."

Chu Yi smiled broadly, his heart cooling.

The moment Chu Yi agreed, a wisp of smoke floated from his body, carrying an aura of greatness, supreme, and divine, plunging into the peach tree, the pink-white blossoms flourished even more, radiant with colorful light, mist swirling.

This is the destiny of a legend.

The reason Chu Yi’s prophetic dream always stalled at quasi-legendary, and the Deceit Beast couldn’t evolve further, was because on the wedding day, his destiny was stripped away, seized by Liu Qingmeng.

Young Chu Yi died on the wedding day, buried in the grave of love.

is Liu Qingmeng’s plan against Emperor Chu, using the more advanced epic mighty power of the God of Love.

No matter how strong you are, ultimately it’s in the future, even if you reverse the River of Time, you can’t interfere with her plot against the current Chu Yi.

As the destiny fused into the peach tree, Chu Yi’s wrist immediately grew a series of red threads, chaotic and twisted, like living creatures.

He stepped back a few steps, watching the writhing red threads transform into countless strands, densely packed, carrying intense mighty power of fate, saying:

"Thirteenth Aunt, what is this?"

Liu Qingmeng smiled faintly: "Fate-binding marriage, the red thread will build fate for you, this is a good thing."

"The more red threads, the deeper the marriage, the more rewards they’ll bring."

Chu Yi paused, understanding the reason, looking at this lush towering marriage peach blossom tree, his mouth twitched.

The God of Love’s marriage isn’t a devoted one-on-one, but one person loving many.

Is this a decent god?

Does this encourage forming harems?!

The red threads for marriage burst forth countless strings of fate, piercing into the void.

On the other end, Nan Zhi, trying on the bridal gown, a red thread wrapped around her wrist unnoticed, her white and delicate feet tiptoed, lifting the skirt, she smiled charmingly at the mirror, revealing a pure and seductive face.

She felt immensely happy marrying Chu Yi brother and stealing her sister’s lover.

Hela, Doli, Colombia, Missi, and the Hundred Great Harem, as well as Ji Xuexin, Nian Ci, Nine Infants, Dan Yu at the Ten Thousand Souls Ridge, all had a trace of red threads wrapped around their wrists.

But this was not all, the epic power made the red thread traverse through ancient and future, reverse time.

If this truly develops, no one knows the scale of Chu Yi’s future harem.

"Gods are the personification of rules and wills, forming harems is the fate of the God of Love, practicing one’s fate and receiving fate’s rewards."

"This God of Love is truly defying the heavens, is it overwhelmingly suppressing desires?"

Chu Yi stared at the swelling red threads on his wrist, leaping like carps in the river, continuously flowing, feeling a chill run down his spine, falling into Liu Qingmeng’s schemes.

Liu Qingmeng watched with interest, contemplating adding more numbers to Chu Yi’s enchanting demon harem, filling up the red thread’s quota to permanently seal Chu Yi’s share of legendary destiny in the Royal Court.

A thick red thread crawled out of Chu Yi’s wrist, pouncing towards Liu Qingmeng, the epic-level marriage fate made legends unable to resist, instantly wrapping around her fair wrist, bringing warmth.

Legendary Liu Qingmeng raised her hand to glance at the red thread on her wrist, connected with Chu Yi, momentarily dazed.

Then, narrowing her beautiful eyes, she shot Chu Yi a dangerous look.

Red thread binding marriage, naturally carries a trace of epic mighty power, legends can’t resist, their marriage will inevitably happen in the future through serendipitous encounters.

Chu Yi, in the future, has an infatuation with her?

As the former Enchanting Demon Queen of legend, Liu Qingmeng rose from mountains of corpses and sea of blood, through conspiracy and schemes, long tempered into cold cruelty.

Yet at this moment, bound by the God of Love’s marriage ties, Liu Qingmeng couldn’t help but feel a hint of panic, this is truly epic mighty power.

Had it not been for noticing the presence of the red thread, she unknowingly would be tied in love fate with Chu Yi, bearing children for him, not impossible.

"Thirteenth Aunt, this, this is a misunderstanding."

Chu Yi was sweating nervously, even finding it unbelievable.

What is this demon tree doing, isn’t it supposed to bind love, why has it bound a legend, birth mistake!

"If I don’t eliminate the fate..."

Liu Qingmeng’s indifference vanished, no longer showing the composure from their initial meeting, her palm summoned countless blood-red flower vines, wrapping Chu Yi tightly, pinning him to the ground.

"Even if Nan Zhi marries you, you must die."

As the words fell, her expression suddenly changed.

Because the red threads on Chu Yi’s wrist were still chaotically twisting, bursting forth over ten red threads, flying out of the blood-red flower garden, their destination unknown.

Soon, Liu Qingmeng knew.

Dozens of oppressive gazes, traversing ancient and future, projected to the present.

Star rivers flowed, amidst misty smoke, emerged countless palace shadows, emerged a phoenix-robed silhouette, its face blurred with only a pair of glowing eyes, looking down at the white wrist bound with red threads.

The second one, a massive piece of flesh floated in the cosmos, resembling a flesh planet, bearing thirty-six gigantic arms, each holding a divine weapon, a dense blood aura surged out, stepping forth a fragile twin-tailed young girl.

Her white and tender toes stepped on a giant beast skull, with sharp teeth biting her lip, looking at the slender wrist with red threads that couldn’t be pulled off, her pink eyes crossed time, staring at Chu Yi, nodding with full malice.