The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

The moment the Xuan-Yuan Sword appeared, all the disciples of the Wuji Palace saw it. The sword shone so brightly, and it pierced the sky with a righteous spirit. All the disciples watched eagerly as the sword broke through the darkness and collided with the hand that covered all their light and could bring them death at any time. The disciples' hearts were burning with excitement, and even the despair they felt dissipated a little.

They shouted, the big brother they had always looked up to, the master of the sacred weapon Xuanyuan Sword, here he comes...

Yongye, who was high in the sky, felt a slight chill on his palm the moment the long sword touched his palm, and a drop of blood fell. Yongye's peach blossom eyes turned slightly, and the drop of blood floated in the air. Yongye gently scooped it into his hand. Looking at the small wound on his white palm that was about to heal, Yongye's mouth broke into a charming smile.

"Very good, this is quite interesting."

Yongye murmured softly. He had long known about the birth of the Xuanyuan Sword and its recognition of its master. He was curious about the master of the Xuanyuan Sword. Later, he recovered his memories of ten lives. In those memories, his tenth life self seemed to hate this human race very much. I think his name was something...

Nangong Chen...

"Qingqing, please... stop first?"

Yongye had just dug out Nangong Chen's name from his memory when he heard someone calling Qingqing in his ear. Such an intimate name made Yongye's beautiful face, which was difficult to tell whether he was male or female, droop instantly. The drop of blood just now, under his mind, turned into a big knife. The long knife was bright red and dazzling, and it was full of demonic energy. The murderous and evil spirit condensed on it were like substance.

The Xuanyuan Sword floating beside Nangong Chen sensed the danger and suddenly made a humming sound. The sword light flashed and protected Nangong Chen.

Yongye glanced at the Xuanyuan Sword with contempt. Although it was a complete innate divine weapon, it was a pity that the owner was too weak and was not worthy of being taken seriously by him. He set his gaze on Nangong Chen, and then his handsome brows frowned.

The leader of the human race in front of him was pretty good, but why was this person looking at his painting with a painful, guilty, and regretful expression on his face? Was this human race seriously ill?

In fact, Nangong Chen noticed it when the unusual movement appeared in the palace protection formation. Just as he was about to go over to check it out, Gong Ranran appeared in the forbidden area.

This time, Gong Ranran told the whole story without any concealment, from how she cried to her mother, to how the two of them planned it, how they kidnapped Dan Lao, and finally how they carried it out. She told it all in great detail.

Gong Ranran saw it all, from Nangong Chen's initial disbelief to his anger and sadness at the end.

"We are already engaged and will be married soon. You have already got what you wanted, so why are you still doing this?"

Nangong Chen asked in a trembling voice of disbelief.

He thought that if he gave up Qingqing, he would allow her to live a quiet life, practice well, and live the life she wanted. But why, why is it still like this, why can't Master and Ranran let Qingqing go, if he can only bring her harm no matter what, then what is the point of all he does?

"Yeah, why should I do this? Why should I do this?"

Gong Ranran looked at Nangong Chen and suddenly laughed out loud. As she laughed, tears began to flow. Through the mist, Nangong Chen in her eyes became blurry, just like Nangong Chen himself, who was clearly right in front of her, yet he seemed very far away, so far that she couldn't catch him even if she tried her best.

"We grew up together. We were childhood sweethearts and the envy of countless people. Everyone thought we were a match made in heaven, except you. I am Gong Ranran, the only daughter of the head of the Eight Sects, the Wuji Palace, a proud daughter born with top-grade ice spirit roots and an ice spirit body, and the most beautiful woman in the world. How am I not worthy of you?"

"Tell me why I am not worthy of you. I have been chasing after you since we were young. I just slept for a few years and you fell in love with another woman and trampled on my face. What's so good about Bai Qinghua? Why is she the only one in your heart? You were hurt because of her, and you got engaged to me for her. Even if we become Taoist couples, so what? Don't you think about her anymore? Can you forget her? She is the only one in your heart forever, so what am I? Why should I, Gong Ranran, be abused by you like this!"

"Nangong Chen, why do you treat me like this? Tell me why you just won't love me. It was obviously me who met you first, and I was the first to like you. I can die for you, but how do you treat me?"

“Hahahaha, Nangong Chen, you guys let me have a hard time, so neither can you. It’s not a pity that Bai Qinghua died. I only hate myself for failing this time. I could have had many more chances. If it doesn’t work once, I’ll try it twice. If it doesn’t work twice, I’ll try it three times. If it doesn’t work three times, I’ll try it countless times. Bai Qinghua would eventually die. But I didn’t expect that woman to have such great fox charm skills that the Fox Ancestor and the Demon Lord both stood up for her. I don’t have any chance, no chance…”

Gong Ranran's voice gradually lowered when she spoke here. She stood there with her head down, and her tears fell through the air like beads that had broken off the string, dripping drop by drop onto the ground, and turned into transparent ice crystals in this cold forbidden area.

"I'm sorry, Ranran, this is all my fault. You should hate me. Why do you want to implicate innocent people?"

When Gong Ranran was young, she was an innocent and lively girl. As she grew up, she gradually became calm and became a gentle fairy. But today, Gong Ranran was hysterical, and her eyes were full of madness. This was the Gong Ranran that Nangong Chen had never seen before. He did not think that Gong Ranran was scary like this. On the contrary, he felt a rare regret in his heart. If he had sternly rejected Ranran from the beginning, if he had officially clarified those rumors when they were spreading all over the world, would Ranran have recognized the truth early and let go? Wouldn't it have become like this today, and would not have made such a big mistake!

Gong Ranran chuckled after hearing this, she raised her head, wiped the tears from her face, and looked up at the dark sky above the Wuji Palace, where space was constantly being torn apart, and the cracks in space were hideously twisted, just like her heart at the moment. She knew that she had a demon in her heart, and this demon could only be resolved by Bai Qinghuasi, but she seemed unable to do it.

"Nangong, Bai Qinghua has brought the Demon Lord, Fox Ancestor, and Puhua Daozu to attack Wuji Palace. Wuji Palace is isolated and helpless. I, the culprit, deserve to die, but those elders and so many disciples in Wuji Palace are innocent. My mother attacked her because she was bewitched by me. As the eldest disciple of Wuji Palace, their senior brother, and the child raised by my mother, you have no choice but to protect them, right?"

Gong Ranran looked at Nangong Chen. The determination and trust in her eyes were like a sharp sword, piercing Nangong Chen and making him dazed.

Even with resentment, I still trust.