Reborn as a beautiful little lucky star

"Nonsense!"

Fairy Yan Xi heard her mention her master, and she was almost mad with jealousy: "Ancestor Yi Chen is a half-immortal, a celestial being, how could he possibly accept a little girl like you with low magical power as his disciple?"

"Ha, I guessed it right."

Mu Xueyan deliberately provoked her: "The person you have a crush on is Patriarch Yi Chen."

"Damn girl."

Fairy Yan Xi gritted her teeth in hatred: "How dare you trick me?"

"Still calling you a dead girl?"

Mu Xueyan clicked her tongue twice, mocking him terribly: "How dare you question Master's taste? No wonder you haven't gotten a response from him after having a crush on him for so long. Your two aesthetic tastes are simply two parallel lines that can never intersect. There is no similarity at all."

"Open your eyes and watch carefully. A beautiful girl like me, who is bold, unrestrained, and neither male nor female, and whose gender is indistinguishable, and who is not delicate or artificial, is the one who truly grows in the heart of the master. He regards her as a treasure and dotes on her."

-

"Impossible? Don't try to lie!"

Fairy Yan Xi was so excited that she lost her mind and cursed: "How could he like you? A wild girl who is neither male nor female and is so vulgar?"

"shut up!"

Before he could finish his words, a figure in white clothes as white as snow and with an immortal look appeared out of nowhere and slapped him away.

"Hey, hey, I told you that my master is Patriarch Yi Chen, but you just don't believe it..."

Mu Xueyan seemed to have expected this, and was not surprised at all. She smiled and stabbed her in the heart again: "Now, how does it feel to be slapped away by your sweetheart? There is a saying, you will only shoot yourself in the foot, and you will suffer the consequences if you do evil..."

"Uncle Master Yichen?!"

"You, actually, hit me for her?"

Fairy Yan Xi's reaction was very interesting. When she first saw her lover, she was delighted at first, but after being slapped away, she showed an expression of extreme shock and disbelief.

She was lying on the ground, looking as if she had been let down, hesitant, tearful, and resentful. Seeing this, Mu Xueyan wanted to cheer for her.

Top-quality green tea, nothing more than that.

"Xueyan is my disciple, and no one is allowed to interfere!"

Mo Yichen's eyes were as cold as frost, and he ignored the beauty's resentment. He said coldly, then took his beloved disciple and disappeared into the void, disappearing without a trace.

-

The top of Qianyue Peak, the top of the cliff.

"Hey, I haven't seen enough yet?"

"Why are you walking so fast?"

A moment later, the master and disciple appeared at the top of the cliff.

Mu Xueyan curled her lips, pretending to be dissatisfied.

"What do you want to see?"

Mo Yichen stood with his hands behind his back, his white robe fluttering in the wind, giving her an immortal-like back.

"Want to watch the show?"

Mu Xueyan joked, "Wouldn't it be wonderful to see a lovelorn woman being betrayed by her lover, crying, making a scene, and then hanging herself?"

"Shen Xingyu is coming."

Mo Yichen was speechless: "Are you still in the mood to laugh at other people's jokes?"

"Just come."

Mu Xueyan didn't care: "We've already killed Liu Jin, why are we still afraid of a villain who lets his son commit crimes?"

Mo Yichen looked worried: "You don't want to throw him back to another time and space and let your past life self help you kill him, do you?"

Mu Xueyan smiled jokingly: "Why not?"

"Will this cause time and space confusion?"

Mo Yichen frowned slightly, "Sometimes, a small move can affect the entire body, such as Ji Yuan. Once he finds his past self 20 years ago and knows about the future, he may change the future for his own selfish interests and do many worrying and unpredictable things."

"What you said reminds me."

Mu Xueyan was very perceptive and saw through everything: "Ji Yuan is really too cunning. We have to deal with him."

"What I am most worried about is..."

Mo Yichen thought about it again and again, and finally said out his concerns: "He is too obsessed with you. In order to change your fate, he is willing to risk his life to assassinate the Demon King. This way, you will not die with the Demon King, and you will not be reborn with your memories."

"hiss......."

Mu Xueyan was shocked and took a long breath.

If she cannot be reborn with her memories, the fate of the Mu family will be changed.

Perhaps sixteen years ago, they could not escape the pursuit of the tyrant and died.

"Do you understand?"

Mo Yichen could guess without even looking at her that at this moment, her expression must be unpredictable and she must be blaming herself and feeling remorseful.

I guess I don’t have the time to watch other people’s shows.

"understood."

Mu Xueyan blushed and said, "It is my fault for not considering this matter carefully. Thank you for your advice, Master."

"It's not too late to think it through now."

Mo Yichen waved his hand: "Go ahead and bring him back without disrupting the order of time and space."

"Yes."

Mu Xueyan summoned two spirit pets without any hesitation.

"Owner."

"we are coming."

When Shi Bao and Jing Ling heard the call, they flew back from Ziyun Peak like two dazzling streams of light.

Mu Xueyan no longer hesitated, and immediately took her two spirit pets and disappeared into the void.

Mo Yichen watched him leave, took out his seven-stringed harp, and sat cross-legged on the spot.

The slender fingers gently stroked the strings, and the ethereal and beautiful sound of the piano immediately sounded.

The long and graceful melody echoed among the mountains and drifted away with the wind.

-

Twenty years ago, Lanyue Palace, Zuowang Peak.

After the thunderstorm, the cliffs were in a mess, and half of the mountain was split by lightning and collapsed with a loud bang.

"Cough cough."

Even though Ji Yuan had profound magical powers and used his strong body after being demonized to withstand the thunder calamity, his internal organs were also damaged.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, he coughed weakly a few times, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his lips.

The demonized body gradually shrank and turned into the appearance of a normal person.

"Tsk tsk, you are really lucky!"

Ancestor Ling Shuang moved instantly and came to a cliff not far away: "Even the world-destroying thunder calamity can't kill you. It just proves the old saying that good people don't live long, but evil people live for a thousand years."

"Hahaha."

Ji Yuan was not angry but happy. He laughed happily and said, "Ling Shuang, you are just as soft-hearted as always. If you care about me, just say it directly. There is no need to flatter me in such a roundabout way."

"Pah, who cares about you?"

A flash of spiritual light appeared in the right hand of Patriarch Ling Shuang, and he summoned his own magic weapon.

The dazzling light reflected by Luo Bing's sword appeared in her hand.

-

Luo Bing's Divine Sword!

Ji Yuan's pupils shrank as he looked at the long sword that was exactly as he remembered without any damage, and he felt extremely guilty.

No one knew that the fragment of Luo Bing's sword was in his hand.

Every night when he had a nightmare, seeing the fragments of the sword was like a steel knife stabbing into his heart.

"Ling Shuang, you are still alive and the sword is not broken, how great..."

A hot tear fell from her eyelid and slid down her cheek.

He seemed unaware of anything and stared at the direction of the cliff without blinking, as if he was a little crazy.

-

"Stop talking nonsense, just hit me if you want to, don't be like a sissy, crying and annoying me..."

Elder Ling Shuang showed some impatience, turned his wrist, and pointed the sharp tip of the sword at his heart.