Games with fairies.

Qiu Yuyan's resentful glare and hateful attacks made Li Muyang silent.

Originally, he was full of malice and disgust towards the mastermind behind the incident.

But Qiu Yuyan's excited and out-of-control cursing and questioning hit the most vulnerable and sensitive part of his heart, leaving him completely speechless.

Small weeds...

Yes, no matter what the reason was, the little wild grass was indeed left behind by him ten thousand years ago.

Every time Li Muyang thought about this, he felt a little uneasy.

But he often comforted himself that Xiaoyecao was not a delicate and weak woman. This dead girl had a tough temperament and outstanding talent, and was the best among the immortals. His departure would make Xiaoyecao sad, but it would not make her suffer for the rest of her life.

He didn't believe that a young and proud ancient immortal would regret it for the rest of his life.

This kind of thing is impossible!

However, the girl in front of him, Qiu Yuyan, who claimed to be Xiao Yesao's only disciple, said that she had witnessed Xiao Yesao's life with her own eyes, and saw that Xiao Yesao was trapped in his later years by him, and even had to travel around and be in danger many times because of him.

Even giving up the chance to prolong life and escape the dark catastrophe...

This……

These passionate and hateful words directly penetrated Li Muyang's defenses.

He was not convinced by the woman in front of him. He just thought of Xiao Yecao, the little girl he raised, the little girl who always followed him around and was full of tricks. The little girl who always looked so smart and clever, but was trapped by him all her life.

This filled Li Muyang's heart with an indescribable bitterness.

At this moment, he was absolutely certain that the game "Deadly Weeds" was a tragedy.

A tragedy filled with knives.

Ten thousand years ago, the little wild grass was left in the past, never to see him again and was trapped for its entire life.

And ten thousand years later, he was left in the present and would never see the little wild grass again.

The long river of time of ten thousand years ruthlessly separated the two people from different time and space.

This is a tragedy that is destined to have no perfection.

"What the hell..."

Li Muyang lowered his head and muttered a curse.

This shitty game has such a strong aftereffect!

When I first completed the game, I didn’t feel much.

But as time went by, the impact of completing the game gradually spread to reality and gradually gathered in front of him.

Only then did he clearly realize how cruel the separation of ten thousand years in time and space was.

Even true immortals cannot cross this vast space and time.

Li Muyang fell silent, while Qiu Yuyan was so angry that the more he cursed, the more excited he became.

She was originally sitting, but when she saw Li Muyang lowering his head and keeping silent, she became even more angry and resentful.

She stood up directly, evil spirit rising from her body, her face distorted as she was about to attack.

However, Yan Xiaoru, who was quietly drinking tea at the side, suddenly spilled the teacup in her hand.

The scalding hot tea was poured directly onto the frantic Qiu Yuyan's face.

For a moment, Qiu Yuyan was stunned.

Li Muyang, who was in silence, was also stunned for a moment. He did not expect Yan Xiaoru to be so bold.

The cold winter sun shines into the yard without any warmth.

Yan Xiaoru, who had spilled the tea, had stopped smiling.

She stared coldly at Qiu Yuyan who was standing beside her and said, "You seem to have crossed the line a little. Don't forget the agreement between us."

"You can't touch him in front of me."

"If I help, I think my little man will be happy to join me in killing you."

Yan Xiaoru, who was always smiling after being demonized, revealed such a deep and cold murderous intent for the first time.

Li Muyang, who was not her target, was standing aside and was having difficulty breathing.

Qiu Yuyan, who was splashed in the face by her in public, looked even more gloomy, with hatred and anger surging in her eyes.

But after this confrontation lasted for half a minute, Qiu Yuyan finally chose to give in.

She coldly wiped the hot tea off her face and said, "I hope you can keep him for life and stay by his side all the time!"

After saying that, Qiu Yuyan turned away indifferently and disappeared into the room.

The battle in the air above Jiuyuan City is still going on.

Under the leadership of "Old Man Tianxin", dozens of Purple Mansion Demon Cultivators fought fiercely with Tan Tai Mingmie and others.

Tan Tai Mingmie's strength is indeed terrifying.

Facing the siege of Elder Tianxin and several Purple Mansion Realm demon cultivators alone, he was not at a disadvantage.

But General Linghou and sisters Yinqing and Yinling seemed to be a little stretched.

Although the Monkey King General was unexpectedly strong, he was still in the Purple Mansion realm after all, and he had to protect the sisters Yin Qing and Yin Ling, two little girls who had just entered the Purple Mansion.

Faced with the large number of demon cultivators from the Qingyang Society, General Linghou had a very hard time resisting.

Seeing this battle situation, Yan Xiaoru sat down slowly and poured another cup of tea for Li Muyang.

"Are you feeling down now?" Yan Xiaoru looked at Li Muyang quietly and asked, "Knowing that a girl has been suffering for you for 10,000 years, and even died for it... With your sentimentality, you must feel bad, right?"

Yan Xiaoru's words accurately pierced Li Muyang's heart.

He remained silent, raised the cup in front of him and drank it, then said: "So what exactly do you want to do? Cooperate with the Qingyang Society, but you want to protect me."

"You act strangely and upside down. What are you planning?"

Li Muyang was finding it increasingly difficult to understand Yan Xiaoru. After becoming a demon, not only did her personality change drastically, but her actions also became unpredictable and difficult to guess.

But in response to Li Muyang's question, Yan Xiaoru smiled and shook her head.

"What do I want to plot? What I want has always been very simple."

Yan Xiaoru said, sighing: "In the beginning, I just wanted a fresh heart of a god. But you might hinder me, so I led you away and didn't want you to get involved."

"Who would have thought that you already knew about the fox fairy, and brought your beloved sister Li Yuechan to Jiuyuan City, and also brought Aunt Tan Tai to help you."

"Faced with your relentless pressure, I can't just sit there and wait for death, right?"

Yan Xiaoru said calmly: "I can only seek help from the Qingyang Society, the only ally I can form, and make a deal with Qiu Yuyan to let her help me repel the enemy."

"As for not letting her kill you... isn't that simple?"

"I've already said it, I'm just possessed, not amnesia."

"You are my pillow, the only man I love in my life, my lover."

"Would I, Yan Xiaoru, watch an outsider murder my man and remain indifferent?"

Yan Xiaoru poured herself a cup of tea and said, "Don't say anything like you will remove my demonic power after you catch me."

"You are also a practitioner of the Netherworld Grimoire, and you know that the process of demonization cannot be reversed. If I fall into your hands, it will only waste the little time I have left."

"I have repeatedly used the Star Pulling Technique, violating the taboos of the Tianji Pavilion and violating the Heavenly Dao. The remaining lifespan of this body is running out. My remaining lifespan may be less than a year."

"What if I run out of lifespan while being controlled by you and seeking a way to save myself? What should I do?"

Yan Xiaoru looked into Li Muyang's eyes and said calmly but firmly: "So, now I only believe in myself."

"I want to find a living heart of a god and fight for a way to survive."

"This is my plan and my only appeal."

"Mu Yang, knowing all this, will you still choose to stop me?"