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Chapter 107 The most common title in the thick notebook: My wife’s

head went blank.

Shen Zhuo’s fingers were numb, and a sharp tinnitus penetrated his mind.

A heart-pounding pain exploded.

The trembling heartbeat, the voice of intense fear, every sentence reappeared in my ears–

[It’s okay not to remember. ]

[No matter how long, no matter how many times, I will wait for you to love me. ]

[If I couldn’t save you, I would go crazy. ]

[Once, just once…]

It’s as if the body is being poured into ice.

Even my scalp felt numb in waves, and the cold was suffocating.

These deaths and dates are not prophecies.

It’s not Du Jie’s past life.

It’s not the dream he said.

Everything is real –

the death that belongs to Shen Zhuo.

So Du Jie was worried and cautious about everything.

It’s not because of some illusory dream.

But hundreds of efforts ultimately came to nothing.

No matter how you intervene, no matter what method you use.

Shen Zhuodu died in the autumn and winter of 534.

died before his twentieth birthday.

At that moment, the boy’s chest seemed to be weighed down by a thousand kilograms of stone, making it difficult to breathe.

No wonder Du Feng said she liked him very early.

No wonder he was so familiar with Du Jie when he came into contact with her.

No wonder, no wonder…

Shen Zhuo watched as his fingers trembled even more violently, and this shiver, as if he was afraid of the cold, began to spread throughout his body.

The dates in front of me are constantly enlarged and weakened, rotated and doubled, turned upside down, and appear clearly with emphasis.

Each stroke seems to be the condensation of pain in the man’s heart.

He didn’t dare to think about how Du Jie numbly and mechanically wrote down the date of his death over and over again here.

The mist in front of my eyes made everything blurry.

Even the words Du Jie were stained with ink.

Shen Zhuo didn’t understand until now.

Meeting his Du Jie when he was eight years old was not a long-planned event.

The sadness in the alpha’s eyes at that time, he only regarded it as the sadness of not having family and friends.

Eight-year-old Shen Zhuo is too naive.

He didn’t know…

he didn’t know that what he met was Du Jie, who had been reincarnated hundreds of times.

–Every

record on the wall proves that Du Jie has been secretly trying to change the trajectory of his life.

Different careers, different lives.

He even thought that his own existence caused his death, and he did not hesitate to push his lover to others.

But it was still irreversible…

The omnipotent commander-in-chief of the empire in front of everyone could only helplessly watch his lover die again and again.

Back to the past again and again.

Make the effort again and again.

Failed again and again.

I tried my best, over and over again, but the ending never changed.

Shen Zhuo had never experienced such pain, but at this moment, he was surrounded by a huge helplessness.

A kind of despair that is more cruel and suffocating than death experienced personally.

How would that feel?

Just thinking about it made Shen Zhuo find it difficult to breathe.

And Du Jie smiled in front of him with this state of mind.

Saying it in front of him is nothing.

Said it was all over.

At this moment, Shen Zhuo seemed to notice something.

The young man turned his head slowly and stiffly, and in his peripheral vision, he could see traces on the wall next to him.

It was the words that Du Jie carved on the wall with a sharp instrument.

Taking up an entire wall.

Mixed with blood stains, large and small, densely packed, chaotic and crazy, and extremely determined.

There are only four words –

I will save you

.

Shen Zhuo stood in the center of the room, and the sun shrouded half of his body in bright light through the window.

The shadow lengthened at my feet, slowly changing shades as the clouds moved.

I don’t know how long it took.

Shen Zhuo came back to his senses as if waking up from a dream.

He gently touched the densely packed and overlapping carvings, and a slight scent of rosemary remained in the blood.

He could even imagine that in those days when he was not with Du Feng, the alpha locked himself here, smelling of alcohol, holding the broken wine bottle, with the glass shards scratching his palms.

He was extremely focused on the repetitive mechanical movements.

Pain makes people awake, but reason is voluntarily paralyzed.

Every life, every life.

Constant depression and constant self-doubt.

The emotions stung his nerves, and Shen Zhuo had a splitting headache.

He opened his mouth, but only took a deep breath.

There is no time to be sad.

A brief daze is the limit of expressing emotions.

Dujie is not safe yet, there are enemies outside the manor.

The emotional whirlpool that was about to explode was suppressed abruptly.

Just like re-planning after every failure.

He cannot collapse.

It’s far from that time now.

Shen Zhuo immediately began to look through other stacked things in the room.

Many of them are notebooks and thick papers filled with writing.

Shen Zhuo put all the materials together, sat cross-legged on the floor, and classified all useful information.

Shen Zhuo read quickly and found that all Du Jie’s notes in this room were roughly divided into two categories.

First, related war deployments account for a small proportion.

One is about him.

All the items prepared, the overall structure and details of the manor, the layout style and purpose of each room, and various other things related to Shen Zhuo.

Every time Du Jie is mentioned in writing, there are only three words –

my wife.

[My wife likes opaque curtains. It would be better to have gauze curtains inside, dark blue or dark gray]

[My wife likes sweets, but she can’t eat them often. She can make small desserts once a week]

[For my wife Make a greenhouse and breed peacocks in the sky]

[The opening time of the red peacocks in the sky can be extended further. The flowering period of the last development was one month, the formula is as follows]

[There will be an auction of gray-blue gemstones for engagement rings on March 22nd]

[My wife…]

[My wife…]

A thick notebook, the handwriting has not changed much, 90% of it The content is all about my wife.

It was probably written in one go, from beginning to end.

Many daily records, much love.

Shen Zhuo stroked the writing on it.

The writing is fast, but the handwriting is not sloppy.

No overthinking or editing.

“Every reincarnation, you will write… right?”

Hot tears fell on the back of his hand, and Shen Zhuo turned the book to the last page.

His gaze stopped.

The eyelashes twitched a few times.

On the last page, there were some powerful words written in big words.

[Must succeed before the fit reaches 110%]

“No time” is written all around.

Except for the central words, almost all the surrounding areas are covered by “No Time”.

Layers are stacked on top of each other to form an inky patch.

Like the madness of a manic episode.

What does it mean?

What does it mean before the fit reaches 110%?

…Isn’t the compatibility between him and Du Jie naturally 103%?

Shen Zhuo could not imagine that a second person could tamper with this innate attribute.

No, not people.

“System.” This was one of the few times Shen Zhuo took the initiative to call the system.

The voice was cold.

The one who started it all.

The beginning of it all.

It’s the system.

“Du Jie, was it your choice too? What happened to the compatibility?”

There was no one in the room, and the system was silent for a long time.

When Shen Zhuo thought he wouldn’t answer, he said:

“Yes, Du Jie can reincarnate. As long as he dies, he can return to the beginning. The cost is that the degree of compatibility with you will increase by 0.4% in each life, and the reincarnation will not be refreshed. Pheromone link.”

Shen Zhuo was stunned.

For two people who love each other.

Everyone is happy if the fit is within 100%.

But if you exceed this limit, you will be like him and Du Jie now.

Every fever period and susceptible period is poison.

If they tag each other, there will be more dependence.

If you use inhibitors, life will be worse than death.

Unless we are together forever, if anyone leaves, they will enter purgatory. Every fever or susceptible period will be as painful as burning the body and peeling off the bones.

The meaning that reincarnation does not refresh the pheromone link is that…

he and Du Feng were together in the first life, and the link was created after completing the marking.

And this connection will not be erased in Dujie even if he is reincarnated again, and his thirst for epiphyllum pheromones will only increase as time goes by.

And as the degree of fit increases, it increases exponentially.

In other words…

Shen Zhuo can marry someone else, accept someone else’s mark, and fall in love with someone else.

Never even touch rosemary.

But Dujie couldn’t.

Life after life, forever and ever – he

can only belong to the peacock waiting for the sky.

Shen Zhuo’s eyes trembled, and his voice was trembling slightly.

He turned his head and looked at the rows of dates on the wall:

“Our initial compatibility was… 24%?”

“To be precise, it was 23.4%.” The system answered.

23.4% is a number that no one would even look at on the road and would not have any appeal.

Not even reaching the 60% qualifying mark.

Even the Civil Affairs Bureau would not approve their marriage application.

So…

they couldn’t get married in their first life.

Even in the next many lives, we can’t really be together.

But Dujie saved him one hundred and ninety-nine times.

So how did they first meet?

Why didn’t you give up even with such a low level of fit…

That’s not nine times.

Shen Zhuo suddenly had no idea about numbers.

I just felt that my heart was being squeezed tightly, and even beating was painful.

The whole person was lifted to the single-plank bridge in the middle of the cliff in a trance.

What lies below is neither a rushing river nor a cliff.

It was Du Jie’s gray-blue eyes every time he looked at him.

Those sad eyes that never showed a truly happy smile.

In a daze, he heard the system say the following:

“110% is his limit, but you are not.”

Shen Zhuo raised his head, and his vision was blocked by a film of water, and everything was distorted in the crystal.

The system paused and finally said,

“You only have this one chance.”

“You have no next life.”

After saying that, the system fell into a long silence and never responded.

Shen Zhuo sat there, stunned for a long time.

Like an empty shell without a soul.

He subconsciously turned the notebook forward.

His vision was a little empty.

Until there was a line of words that made his eyes focus.

This is not the time to be emotional.

As it is written in the handwriting.

They all ran out of time.

Shen Zhuo pinched his arm hard until some blood came out, and then he forced himself to get out of the emotions that were about to collapse.

He believed that Du Jie left more clues.

Must be found.

Time passes minute by minute.

The shadows are skewed and then the light presses them against the soles of the feet.

From dawn to dusk to dawn.

The last bits of sunset had completely disappeared from the horizon two hours ago.

Stars twinkled outside the window, and the sky was a deep blue-purple.

An was still standing at the door, holding the dinner that Shen Zhuo had just refused.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening sounded.

Shen Zhuo came out holding a small book with a heavy look on his face.

Hold the book’s spine and show it to An.

“Go to the palace, Du Feng will definitely come back.”

On the book was a complete structural diagram of the palace’s underground.

Some of the front pages have been torn out, and there must be some discrepancies in the drawings.

This shows that this discovery was made only in Du Feng’s lifetime.

There are three underground floors of the royal palace in the painting, and each floor is clearly marked.

Du Feng drew a circle on the third floor underground and marked a line of words next to it. He was crossed out many times, but he still wrote it down:

Mother of Insects, Tiya.

Ann looked closer and looked again in disbelief.

Then he looked at Shen Zhuo.

“Tiya…isn’t Queen Minya’s real name?”