The delicate cannon fodder is stunning, saving the male supporting role but getting teased instead

Bai Yao's slender fingers gently brushed the crescent jade pendant, and her silver eyelashes cast tiny shadows in the morning light. "Princess, do you still remember the attic with the big mirror that you often visited when you were a child?"

The gentle smile suddenly froze on her face. Her fingertips unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, creating tiny wrinkles in the fine brocade. The golden lines on her forehead flickered, like a candlelight swaying in the wind. "I... seemed to have dreamt... that there was always a faint scent of evening primrose..."

Chu Mo keenly noticed the trembling of her fingertips, and covered her cold little hand with his broad palm: "If you don't want to go, then don't go."

"No!" Wenrou suddenly raised her head, and a bright golden light flashed in her amber eyes, like the first ray of sunlight piercing the darkness at dawn.

She stared at Chu Mo, her voice as light as a feather brushing across the water: "I want to go. In those dreams... there is always a figure in white..." Her ears flushed, "It looks a lot like you."

Bai Yao took out the crescent-shaped jade pendant at the right moment. The jade body shone with a strange brilliance in the sunlight: "This is the key to Yimeng Pavilion. But before that..."

He looked at the two of them meaningfully, his nine fox tails gracefully unfurling. "According to Qingqiu's rules, you must first purify yourselves at Yuejian Spring. The water there can cleanse your soul and prepare you to receive the memories of your past lives."

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Moonlight Spring was shrouded in a hazy mist, surrounded by fragrant evening primroses, their pale blue petals adorned with shimmering dewdrops. Gently, her bare, snow-white feet stepped into the spring, and strange ripples of light immediately shone across the surface, like stars falling into the lake.

"Senior, come and see!" She pointed underwater in surprise, her voice full of joy, "There are glowing fish!"

Chu Mo had just untied the ties of his dark robe when he couldn't help but smile. The morning light filtered through the mist onto his chiseled face, creating a perfect silhouette. This innocent look was the little fox he was familiar with.

The moment he stepped into the spring, golden ripples suddenly appeared on the calm surface, spreading outward in circles. Within those ripples, tiny dragon-shaped patterns could be vaguely seen, complementing the mark on his wrist.

"Huh?" Wenrou came over curiously, her long fiery red hair spread out in the water like a piece of fine brocade.

She stretched out her slender fingers, wanting to touch the flickering lights: "Senior, your body is shining!"

The moment her fingertips touched Chu Mo's chest, a strange memory came flooding back like a tide -

[I felt injured, my soul leaving my body. At that moment, I saw a man wearing a white, ancient robe. His silver hair fluttered in the wind, and his handsome face looked like a god descending from heaven. ...

The other person raised his hand, as if wanting to touch him, however, there seemed to be an invisible barrier between the two of them, separating them.

Their fingertips touched lightly, and then they were pulled back simultaneously by a force.

"Chu Mo, please forget me." She shouted this sentence with almost all her strength.

"Ah!" Wenrou hugged her head in pain, her fox ears stuck tightly to her hair.

Chu Mo hurriedly held her in his arms, but saw the same scene the moment they touched.

Even stranger was the fact that the dragon-shaped mark on his wrist began to heat up, and the spring water flowed without wind, forming a whirlpool that surrounded the two of them.

"This is memory resonance!" Bai Yao on the shore exclaimed, "You really are..."

Before he finished speaking, the spring water suddenly shot up into the sky, transforming into a water bridge stretching into the distance. At the end of the bridge, a loft shrouded in mist could be vaguely seen.

"Yimeng Pavilion..." Wenrou murmured, with golden light shining in her eyes.

Bai Yao's expression was complicated: "Looks like I don't need to lead the way. This spring... recognizes its master."

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The water bridge dissipated the moment the two stepped onto the steps of the Dream Remembrance Pavilion. The copper lock on the pavilion door opened automatically with an ancient "click".

Chu Mo stood in front of Wenrou cautiously: "I'll go first..."

"Together." She held his hand gently and firmly. The moment their fingers intertwined, the water droplets on their bodies evaporated instantly.

The pavilion was dimly lit, the only light emitting from the massive Three Lives Mirror in the center was a faint blue glow. The frame was engraved with an image of a nine-tailed fox and a five-clawed golden dragon entwined, identical to the markings on the two men.

"This is..." Chu Mo just opened his mouth when ripples suddenly appeared on the mirror.

Wenrou seemed to be pulled by some force, and slowly walked towards the mirror. The moment she stopped, a clear picture emerged in the mirror -

In her first life, she was a demon cultivator from the demon world, and he was a righteous cultivator. She healed his wounds, and he betrayed the righteous path for her.

In her second and third lives, she lost her memory, and he followed her through one world after another, quietly staying by her side.

"So...we..." Wenrou's confused eyes became clear. She looked at Chu Mo in front of her, tears streaming down her face. Her seven fox tails spread out uncontrollably. "Every life is you...I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

Chu Mo was also immersed in the torrent of memories. He stepped forward and embraced Wen Rou in his arms, his voice hoarse: "Rou Rou, in this life, we will never be separated again..."

He gazed deeply at the gentle woman in front of him, knowing that she had recovered all her memories, and he also remembered everything.

Before he finished speaking, the Sansheng Mirror suddenly vibrated violently. A never-before-seen scene appeared in the mirror—

In this life, everything has turned into chaos, and it seems unpredictable...

"Is this... the future?" Wenrou stared blankly at the scene in the mirror, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Bai Yao appeared at the doorway at some point, his silver hair stained with morning dew. "The Three Lives Mirror is never wrong. It seems your fate has already transcended the Three Lives Realm..."

Chu Mo held Wenrou's hand tightly and found that their marks were echoing each other, emitting a soft golden light. Even more amazingly, next to Wenrou's seventh fox tail, the shadow of the eighth tail began to appear! Each hair glowed with a pearly luster, which was particularly eye-catching in the dim attic.

"The heavenly contract has been completed." Bai Yao knelt on one knee, his voice filled with unprecedented respect, "Congratulations, Princess, and congratulations, Dragon King."