Red pupils appear! Control time! The reborn daughter explodes

The demon priest thought for a moment and asked, "Can you ensure her safety?"

The Great Elder smiled and looked at Mo Ji: "Demon King, this is because you are too narrow-minded."

"After we get rid of Mo Wuchen, that human woman will naturally be yours. How could anything else compete with you?"

"Get rid of Mo Wuchen, and you will be the strongest among the three tribes."

When he heard the last sentence, Mo Ji's eyes darkened: "You mean - now I am not the strongest among the three tribes?"

The Great Elder's heart tightened. He forgot that Mo Ji hated to mention this matter the most. He was unwilling to admit that Mo Wuchen was more powerful than him.

"No, what I mean is that after we get rid of Mo Wuchen, there won't even be any gods left who can fight the devil. At that time, I will be responsible for taking care of the gods, and the dean of Huanhai Academy will continue to study witchcraft. After ten years, whether it's gods, demons or humans, won't they all be under our control?"

"We told them to go east, and they would never go west."

Although the Great Elder said this, he was actually thinking about how to get rid of the Demon Priest and unify the three tribes.

After hearing this, Mo Ji didn't say anything more.

"Don't worry, Demon King. She will definitely survive."

The dean said to Moji: "I will definitely protect her."

Mo Ji's eyes changed color and he changed the subject:

"Where is she?"

The dean replied respectfully: "Inside the palace, I will take you there."

..

Here.

Feng Jingyou brought the three hundred Silent Soul Soldiers into the palace.

Looking at this huge palace, Feng Jingyou suddenly had a very bold idea.

Just when she was about to release the Silent Soul Army, Mo Wuchen appeared in front of her.

"Ken showed up?"

Feng Jingyou's eyes curved.

From the moment she returned to Luowu Country, she sensed Mo Wuchen's presence.

But he was afraid of disturbing her and never showed up.

Mo Wuchen stretched out his big hand and held her in his arms.

"Let me tell you something."

"Are you planning to release the Silent Soul Army?"

Feng Jingyou greedily inhaled the fresh fragrance from Mo Wuchen's body.

"Well, the palace is big."

"What do you want to tell me?"

Feng Jingyou raised her eyes and their gaze met his, her eyes full of tenderness.

"I need to tell you - the Demon Festival is coming."

Feng Jingyou immediately jumped out of his arms, his face solemn: "Then hurry up and leave."

Mo Wuchen ruffled her hair and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, with their strength, they can't find me."

"Are you sure you don't want to leave now?"

Hearing this, Mo Wuchen felt the distance of the Demon Sacrifice, and the next moment, he waved his hand and left the spot.

Feng Jingyou looked at his receding back and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that the Emperor is not as tough as he seems.

A moment later, the dean arrived here with the magic sacrifice.

As soon as Mo Ji entered the room, he saw Feng Jingyou practicing.

It was obvious that Feng Jingyou didn't want to talk to them.

"Feng Jingyou, look who's here."

The dean shouted at Feng Jingyou, fearing that Feng Jingyou couldn't hear him.

Mo Ji was very calm. He walked to Feng Jingyou and sat down.

Feng Jingyou: "..."

Moji is not planning to leave?

"Demon King, what are you doing——"

The dean watched as Mo Ji sat directly next to Feng Jingyou, staring at her motionlessly, feeling a little at a loss.

"Come on, I want to stay with her."

Dean: “…” When did he become so gentle?

Forget it, let’s go first.

The dean said nothing and turned and left the palace.

Feng Jingyou still looked the same, as if nothing could disturb her.

She didn't move, and the demon priest didn't move either.

Feng Jingyou didn't know when Mo Ji would leave, and the two of them remained in a stalemate for a long time.

"I won't leave unless you talk to me."

The demon priest spoke first.

He could see that Feng Jingyou was avoiding him.

Hearing this, Feng Jingyou slowly opened his eyes and said in a cold voice: "I told you, you can leave now."

Mo Ji paused and asked, "I want to ask you something."

"If there was no Mo Wuchen, would you like me?"

Feng Jingyou's expression was calm, without any change: "No."

When Moji heard this, he felt a sudden pain in his heart.

"Are you so sure? What's the difference between Mo Wuchen and me? Isn't it because Mo Wuchen knew you before me?"

The volume of the demonic sacrifice gradually increased, and for some reason, he felt a strong sense of frustration.

Feng Jingyou smiled calmly: "It's not a matter of time."

"I like Mo Wuchen. This is a fact that cannot be changed. There is no if, and there is no second possibility."

"Respect fate."

Mo Ji looked at Feng Jingyou's stunning face and felt that she and he were a match made in heaven.

"No, you and Mo Wuchen are not suitable. He is a god, and gods are subject to various restrictions, but I am different. I am a demon, and I can give you everything you want."

"Maybe when you leave him, you'll know there are better ones."

Feng Jingyou said nothing.

Are gods subject to many restrictions? Indeed, but Mo Wuchen broke those restrictions for her. Are demons not subject to restrictions? She will never forget the "control" of the demon sacrifice by the Demon Queen when she was in the demon clan.

It seems that the devil is freer than God, but freedom depends more on oneself.

Feng Jingyou looked at Mo Ji and asked a fatal question: "Do you really think you like me?"

"Do you want to prove that you are no worse than Mo Wuchen, or do you really like me?"

Feng Jingyou said, then stood up and walked to the window: "You should think more about what you really want."

Mo Ji's love was too cheap. She knew that Mo Ji loved her only because of Mo Wuchen.

But he will never be as good as Mo Wuchen.

The love Mo Wuchen gave her was unique.

Mo Ji's pupils sank, he didn't want to think about this problem.

He just likes Feng Jingyou.

He firmly believed that as long as Mo Wuchen disappeared, Feng Jingyou would belong to him.

"Then we'll see."

Mo Ji looked at Feng Jingyou, who looked like he was keeping people at a distance, waved his black robe, and walked towards the palace gate.

After taking a few steps, Demon Priest stopped again.

"If you figure it out, you can always come to me."

After saying this, the demon priest left.

He can wait, and the outcome will be clear in four days.

By then, he would become the strongest among the three tribes, and he didn't believe that Feng Jingyou would not come to find him.

A moment later, Mo Wuchen appeared in the palace again.

"Xiao You'er, you can now release your Silent Soul Army without any worries."

Mo Wuchen arranged everything after Mo Ji left.

"I've set up a barrier outside, no one will find out."

Mo Wuchen walked to Feng Jingyou and gently tucked the loose hair on her forehead behind her ears.

The sun was shining, Feng Jingyou's pupils were bright and clear, and a warm current passed through her heart.

“So thoughtful.”

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