Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate Chapter 162 - 160: Zhou Gong Has No Daughter

’But its host was like a lunatic—a multi-faceted one at that. While others had one side, she had a hundred.’

’Am I being influenced by her?’

’But I’m not a lunatic of a system, am I?’

’Everyone agrees, right?’

[Congratulations, Host, for accepting this hidden mission: Live stream the scene of Chaochao eting her mother at midnight.]

The system tried its hardest to materialize, wanting to see the host’s reaction with its own big eyes, but alas, its level was too low, and it couldn’t take physical form.

It could only see that its host, Wen Ying, remained completely unfazed. "What answer do you want to hear? The truth or a lie? The truth is, I guessed it. The lie is, oh my god, I’m so shocked!"

System: [...]

The host’s performance was indeed... shocking.

Since she had to work at night, Wen Ying figured she might as well take a nap now.

Placing Little White’s bed next to her, Wen Ying closed her eyes, planning to have a daydream.

[Host is sleeping soundly during the day, triggering the use of a reward: Zhou Gong eting!]

[Zhou Gong eting: Everyone knows who Zhou Gong is! Aren’t you super, super excited to et Zhou Gong in your dream?~ Don’t go all fangirl on him~]

[Effect: Getting a nice, beautiful sleep with the Zhou Gong eting, aren’t you satisfied with that? You’re not? Since you’re not satisfied, since you’re so greedy, why not try your luck and seek an opportunity?]

[Reward: This reward may or may not exist. What it is specifically depends on fate. Don’t be impatient, young one. What’s ant to be yours can’t run away, and what isn’t, you can’t force. Please look forward to it. But don’t be sad if there’s nothing, either. After all, you’re already ahead of ninety-nine percent of people just by getting to et Zhou Gong.]

[Friendly Reminder: Don’t fall for Zhou Gong just because he’s handso. He’s just a 2D character!]

[Sleep now, young one.]

The mont the system’s voice sounded, Wen Ying had already entered dreamland.

Wen Ying looked around, unsure of where she was. She rembered that in her previous dreams, she would usually end up down below.

But now, she knew clearly that she must be dreaming.

Yet this place was nothing like that sunless, gloomy, and lifeless place down below.

She was standing in a verdant field. The scent of fresh grass filled the air, and the blades were soft beneath her feet. The grassy clearing was about three hundred square ters, and beyond it were flowers of every color.

Wen Ying recognized so of them, but there were also so beautiful flowers she had never seen before.

Butterflies danced among the flowers, and the sound of a babbling brook reached her ears. This whole scene, if you added a crane, would undoubtedly be an Immortal Realm.

SCREECH~~~

Suddenly, a crane swooped down and landed among the flowers, beginning to walk around slowly. Wen Ying stared at the scene, dumbfounded.

’This dream seems to be one where my words beco law...’

’Have I beco the Heavenly Dao?’

’That’s not very likely, is it?’

’This dream is way too aweso, isn’t it?’

’Then what about so swirling mist?’

The mont the thought appeared, Wen Ying felt the area around the crane truly begin to fill with swirling mist.

Does anyone understand this feeling?

Probably not.

"Where’s the handso guy?" This ti, Wen Ying said it out loud. ’In the real world, if I hit on a cute guy, I’d have to take responsibility. But here, I can do whatever I want, right?’

"Fellow Daoist, would you care for so tea?" Kong Che’s voice sounded by Wen Ying’s ear.

Wen Ying turned toward the voice and had just taken a step when sothing suddenly grabbed her pant leg. Wen Ying looked down.

A soft, cute little furball. It seed a bit familiar. "You’re Little White?"

"It’s , Little White, Master! Where is this? Why are we here?"

Wen Ying bent down, scooped up Little White, and held him in her arms. "This is my... ahem, this is the Immortal Realm! Following was absolutely the best choice you’ve ever made, understand? In the future, when you can talk, or turn into a human, or ascend to immortality, you must rember my kindness, you hear?"

Although Little White didn’t quite understand what his master ant, it didn’t stop him from nodding.

"Master, I can talk now."

"That’s because you’re in the Immortal Realm. Everything in the Immortal Realm has elevated your intelligence and cultivation, just like in a pre-set ga. Once you leave the ga, you’ll lose everything. But here, you can experience sothing like a sudden enlightennt. To comprehend the Dao, understand?"

Little White didn’t understand, but he nodded anyway.

Cradling Little White, Wen Ying walked toward the source of the voice.

After walking for so distance, the place that was originally just a lush green adow suddenly changed before her eyes.

Beneath a large tree, a super-large tree, was a tea table.

On one side of the tea table sat a handso, middle-aged man.

Not a young, handso guy.

"A Fellow Daoist has co to visit, and I was unaware. Please forgive my failure to greet you properly."

A bolt of lightning flashed through Wen Ying’s mind!

It jolted her. "You are Zhou Gong?"

’Damn system!’

’Damn it!’

You couldn’t bla her for cursing; the system was truly a dog!

’Who gave it permission to use a reward she’d won without her consent!’

"System, you used my reward without permission. If you turn Zhou Gong into a modern, young, handso guy right now, I can let it slide!"

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Gong—who had been in a long robe with long hair draped down his back, his every move steeped in etiquette—transford into a devastatingly handso man with short hair, dressed in casual clothes!

This handso guy looked like he’d stepped right out of an ani, with sharp brows and bright eyes. He was ridiculously good-looking!

Wen Ying: "..."

Little White: "Is this a person-transforming Spell?"

’Damn, she wouldn’t mind if this kind of trick happened a few more tis!’

"Hey handso, I don’t really know much about tea, nor how to drink it. Do you have a simpler drink? A glass of waterlon juice would be fine."

"Little sis—ahem, beautiful lady, this is Dream Tea. It helps consolidate one’s cultivation."

"This tea looks pretty good. I’ll give it a try then." Wen Ying picked up the teacup and drained it in one gulp.

She then casually grabbed the teapot and placed it beside her. "I never thought tea could taste this good."

Hearing this, Little White also climbed onto the tea table, his intention obvious.

The short-haired, handso Zhou Gong looked at Little White in surprise. "I didn’t expect a fox to understand tea. Then we are kindred spirits. Fellow Daoist Fox, would you like a cup as well?"

Little White’s eyes shone as he stared at an empty teacup.

Zhou Gong lifted the teapot and poured a cup. He didn’t even have ti to remind Little White to savor it slowly.

Just like his master, Little White downed the cup of tea in one go.

"Good tea!" Little White’s eyes grew even brighter, the anticipation in them practically overflowing.

Little White truly did understand tea.

But Zhou Gong looked at Little White and said that his body could currently only handle one cup. Drinking more wouldn’t be beneficial; not only would it fail to restore him to his peak state, but it could even cause physical damage.

So, Little White regretfully went off to play in the Immortal Realm.

Wen Ying looked at the handso, short-haired Zhou Gong before her. Although his modern slang was still a bit stilted, she was already Satisfied.

"Are you the Zhou Gong from the legends, or was that an ancestor of yours?"

Hearing this question, Zhou Gong fell silent for a mont. "I’m not sure myself. Through endless ages, I seem to have been constantly reincarnating. I am just myself, all alone, separate from the mortal world, with no family."

So, all that talk about eting Zhou Gong’s daughter was complete nonsense.

I guess nobody knew that Zhou Gong doesn’t have a daughter.