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The luxurious yet cold bed was surrounded by a strange purple aura.

On the bed, silk and satin were interwoven, and a pair of white and slender hands were tightly bound by chains made of black iron.

The chain swayed, the familiar black rope now had a new owner.

“You said three days, three days is three days, three years is three years, my lady, you have such a cruel heart.”

Meng Jiao was powerless to defend herself. Sometimes she was in the cold winter, and turned into a warm ball like cotton.

Sometimes it soaks the marshland, creating ripples on the water.

"Mo Yanchen, I'm in pain..."

Mo Yanchen suppressed the pain in his heart and went crazy...but he couldn't control his tears.

"You can't do this to me anymore. I can't stand it... No, you can't leave me again."

The flowers contain springs, and the birds sing like orioles...

The beauty of youth is everywhere...

"Husband, don't cry."

Meng Jiao could only coax him feebly, knowing that he had reached his limit by enduring and waiting without hanging himself.

How desperate and painful does one have to be to fall into this evil state with a head full of white hair in just a few months?

Love is like electricity. I vaguely felt a slight magical force passing over my wrist. Meng Jiao murmured softly in her confused mind.

"Husband...don't cry..."

Mo Yanchen sat by the bed and stroked her long hair. His eyebrows were gentle and his eyes were full of affection.

Soon, a fishy and sweet taste emerged from his throat. He stood up and strode out. Before leaving, he did not forget to buckle the thin golden chain around her ankle.

After he left, Meng Jiao slowly opened her eyes.

She knew that he had realized that he could not ascend, so he made this choice deliberately.

She spent more than a hundred years in a secret place.

During this period, the Twelve Saints of the Dan Palace, Hua Qin, and many of Li Qing's old friends had all ascended to heaven.

And she, the little ancestor who had already surpassed everyone else, had not made any move...

But Meng Jiao knew clearly that

Even if he becomes a demon, he won't be able to stay in this world forever.

So, lock it, just lock it.

The disciple you raised yourself should always be treated with pampering...

Meng Jiao lived in this world until the end of her life span at the peak of her fusion.

Seeing that her realm began to decline, Mo Yanchen carried her and walked through every place they had been in their lives.

Meng Jiao felt that he was terrifyingly calm. He said nothing and just practiced swordplay with her every day in the purple bamboo forest of Qingxuan Peak.

The dance she performed was the "Dust Dream Sword" which she had created.

Mo Yanchen kissed her increasingly gray hair.

She once said, drifting in the sea of ​​dust, floating in the dream dawn,

If she hadn't picked him up, he would have been worse than an ant in his lifetime...

This world is so big, so big that there is no place for her, everywhere is empty,

So, Jiaojiao, my love, please live a little longer for me...

Halfway up the mountain, the youngest of the two, Mo Siwan, is now the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan.

After sending his brothers and sisters to heaven, he now watched helplessly as his father cut open the devil's heart.

Sent into the Queen Mother's chest...

Life still slips away, Meng Jiao curved her lips and smiled, she should have known that he would not live alone.

"Husband, do you want to know what Jiaojiao learned in the secret realm?"

A few strands of blood foamed out of his mouth, and Mo Yanchen held her head and began to nod.

"I don't...know..."

Vines creep through, flowers bloom one after another,

The same empty heart,

But this time, it wasn't snowing all over the sky.

It's not excruciating pain.

There is no sword in the chest.

Flowers bloom and fall...

My love will always be with you......

"Jiaojiao, thank you..."

Mo Siwan sighed, turned around, tore through space and returned to the Demon Realm.

Behind her, the summit of Qingxuan Peak was surrounded by a huge tree full of flowers.

The flowers on the tree never wither, no matter how the seasons change or how heavy the rains come...

(OK, this small world is over)

—————This is a dividing line————

Meng Jiao did not rush to leave the world. She used her soul to find the boundary spirit of this world.

The world spirit also kept its promise and sent them off. Half of the power of rules was quietly sent by Meng Jiao into the other party's deep soul.

After thanking him, he returned to the space and took up the crystal ball and stuck it to his brain as usual.

Maybe it’s because this small world lasted longer, so the time to eliminate emotions was also exceptionally long.

When she finally finished and turned back, a beautiful woman in a white suit and long black hair was sitting on her recliner.

With her long legs crossed, her hands moved lazily as she casually and naturally stroked her golden retriever's head.

"Hello."

As if sensing her turning around, he raised his eyes and looked at her. His pure golden eyes were clean and seemed to be able to see through her soul at a glance.

"You don't seem surprised?"

Meng Jiao's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and she watched him stand up and walk towards her.

He was wearing a spotless white suit made of some unknown material, and his figure was slender and perfectly proportioned.

Her long hair fell gently down to her shoulders and she had a round black earring on her earlobe.

He has a high nose bridge and an excellent face shape, giving people the feeling of a long-haired butler walking out of a comic book.

Her lips parted slightly unconsciously, and Meng Jiao squinted her eyes and tried to focus as she looked up.

"What does Lord God want from me?"

He Xuan bent down and pinched her jaw, very satisfied with her slightly nervous expression.

"It's useless for you to have that fragment. Just focus on the mission. Obediently take it and I'll give you a prize in the lucky draw. You can choose your own prize. Okay?"

Meng Jiao's nose twitched slightly, her pink lips trembled, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

In He Xuan's eyes, he looked nervous but calm.

Standing on tiptoe and looking up in coordination with his strength, her white and tender hands could only pinch his sleeves lightly in panic.

"I just like the system you made. It's useless to you. Can you let me try it again?"

He Xuan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that she would dare to ask him even though she was so nervous.

But his eyes swept across her trembling little hands pinching her clothes, but she was just forcing herself to remain calm.

He let go of her hand out of boredom, turned around and began to wipe his hands habitually in front of Meng Jiao.

"It's useless. I've tried. Whether it's the system or the fragments, all the settings are just dead things. Just complete your task obediently. Do you understand?"

Behind his back, Meng Jiao's pink tongue licked him gently, the excitement in her eyes almost overflowing.

It's like a child seeing his favorite toy and can't wait to explore and understand it...

"My Lord, do you want to bet with me?"

He Xuan paused in his wiping motion, his eyes filled with a hint of amusement, and he asked back without turning his head,

"Why? You don't have anything worth betting with you?"

Meng Jiao's fingers kept rubbing back and forth because of excitement, but her voice was still soft and sweet.

"I have the system you gave me~"

"Ha~ You're using the system I gave you to bet against me?" He Xuan thought it was a little funny, and finally turned his head again with interest.

"How do I bet?"

Meng Jiao lowered her eyes slightly, and instantly grasped her sleeves nervously, occasionally looking at him innocently and carefully.

"Didn't the Lord say that the setting is a dead thing that cannot be changed? In that small world that was set up, neither you nor I have any memories. Let's take a gamble and see if I can break through it?"

He Xuan stared at her for two minutes. When Meng Jiao almost thought her plan had failed, she suddenly heard a magnetic chuckle in her ear.

Meng Jiao raised her head suddenly, and met He Xuan's eyes that saw through her completely.

"You are really interesting."