Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

Lan Qian didn't know how long she had slept. When she woke up, she found herself back in her room at Qiong Ling Peak. She was the only one in the quiet room, and Mo Chen had disappeared.

"Tuanzi, where is he?"

She rubbed her head and got up from the bed.

The little dumpling has not appeared for a long time. After all, there is no place for it in this world. Now it finally has a chance to play a role: [The master is at the highest point of the mountain. ]

I have been standing there alone for a long time.

"He brought me back and left me alone in the room again?"

[Maybe... the master thinks that you, the host, have deceived him? ]

The little dumpling guessed uncertainly.

[I didn't expect that the original owner's true identity was the Saint of the Demon Clan. She deliberately sealed her own memory to get close to the master in order to get the Soul-Slaying Sword. The purpose of getting the Soul-Slaying Sword was to deal with the master. ]

[Master, are you sad? ]

"sad?"

This possibility... is not impossible.

But based on her understanding of Mo Chen, she knew that she had "deliberately" come to him and even sealed her own memory to gain his trust. At this time, he should use all means to keep her.

Instead of being sad alone.

Could it be that after becoming an immortal, even his temperament changed?

This is not okay.

"Go find him."

Lan Qian got out of bed and walked out the door.

As she reached the door, she was blocked by an invisible force.

"Enchantment?"

She raised her hand and indeed touched a layer of transparent barrier. No wonder Mo Chen dared to leave her alone in the room. This barrier was not ordinary. At least with the cultivation level displayed by her body, it was absolutely impossible to break it.

【The master intends to lock you up again. 】

But compared with the previous world, this time is considered mild.

At least it didn't lock up the host, nor did it seal the host's cultivation.

It seems that the master of this world is worthy of being the respected Immortal Lord. No matter what, he will abide by the immortal way and will not do anything too extreme.

"Then wait until he comes back."

Lan Qian was no longer in a hurry to find him.

Looking at the barrier that surrounded the room without any gaps, a smile appeared in her eyes.

He also knew to set up a barrier to prevent her from leaving.

In this case, she was trapped here and unable to leave, so she had no choice but to stay in the room and wait for him to come back.

……

The summit of Qiongling Peak.

The immortal's white clothes are like snow and as frosty as a lonely moon.

Nothing seemed to have changed. The immortal in white remained the same as at the beginning, cold and otherworldly, not like a human being, except for his originally light blue eyes, which were now cold and calm red.

Mo Chen has been standing here for a very long time.

His slender figure was like a sculpture, motionless from beginning to end. There was no emotion on his face, and his indifferent eyes did not know where he was looking or what he was thinking.

Qianqian should have woken up.

How would she react when she saw herself back here?

Would you...want to leave?

After a long time, he was finally ready to go back.

The moment he turned around, those red eyes turned back to light blue.

……

Lan Qian waited in the room for a long time and finally felt a familiar breath. She looked up and saw an immortal in a snow-white robe walking in from the door and coming towards her step by step.

Mo Chen is still the same as before.

The banished immortal is elegant and untainted by dust.

It seemed that her approaching him, injuring him in the Immortal and Demon Realm and taking away the Soul-Killing Sword had no effect on him.

"How is your injury?"

She remembered that in the realm of immortals and demons, the restrictions on his body injured him, and she didn't know how serious his injuries were now.

Hearing her words, the corners of Mo Chen's lips seemed to curl up.

"Qianqian is caring about me?"

Lan Qian pursed her lips slightly. Regarding her identity as a demon... she hadn't figured out how to explain it to him yet. He didn't seem to care about it, but she always felt... like something was weird.