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Only at this moment would Huo Yingjie silently thank the little spirit snake!

If it weren't for that little spirit snake, he and He Tiantian would never have been able to reunite.

However, in return, he had already taught the little spirit snake some secret techniques, and that arrogant little spirit snake could now roam freely in the demon realm.

"That's good." Huo Yingjie said softly, "Alright, you have to get up early tomorrow, let's get some rest."

Thinking about the wild and intense night on the back mountain, Huo Yingjie was very satisfied and wanted to do it again. However, he thought that He Tiantian would have to get up early tomorrow to buy things and prepare for the banquet, which would be very tiring. So he decided not to tease He Tiantian.

"Okay, let's get some rest," He Tiantian said sweetly. "Hold me!"

"Okay!" Huo Yingjie bent down slightly, gently carried her in a princess carry, and spun her around the room once.

"Haha!" He Tiantian chuckled. "Alright, stop fooling around."

Even though they've been married for a long time, He Tiantian still acts coquettishly and proudly in private, as a way for the two of them to have fun together.

It's not just He Tiantian who acts this way; Huo Yingjie is a man of few words, rather serious and aloof in front of outsiders. But when they're alone, Huo Yingjie becomes domineering, passionate, crazy, and arrogant...

Their feelings for each other did not fade with time; on the contrary, they grew stronger.

He Tiantian understood that she should just be a woman who was pampered and admired by men, yet she was cherished in the palm of the hand by the man she loved.

That's enough.

In her dream, He Tiantian ran through the wildflowers-covered back mountain, with Huo Yingjie following behind. Their laughter and their harvest lingered in the mountain stream.

Each mountain peak, each green tree, each blooming flower seems to be a witness to their love.

Finally, the scene shifts to a towering mountain peak that seems to reach into the clouds, covered in snow and with snowflakes drifting down.

A woman in red dances gracefully atop a snow-capped peak, her clothes fluttering in the wind, her movements as ethereal as a startled swan, her figure captivating and enchanting.

His eyes and brows were full of affection.

On another mountain peak not far away, an exceptionally handsome man in black was playing a flute with tenderness on his face. The sound was melodious and desolate, but because of the person opposite him, the flute music was filled with a gentle joy and affection.

Her dance moves were graceful!

The sound of the xiao (a type of vertical bamboo flute) is so tender!

A beauty like a painting, the sound of the flute like a lament!

Our love will last forever!

The scene shifts, and the man in black leaves with his sword on his back, exuding a surging fighting spirit. His long hair draws sharp lines in the air.

The woman in red behind him reached out to grab the departing man, but he was already gone, leaving only two lines of tears.

Between the two, there was only a chilly wind.

The air was bleak and desolate, carrying a touch of melancholy.

The woman in red's eyes were blurred with tears, and she couldn't see the departing figure clearly. She hurriedly wiped away her tears, but the figure she longed for was already gone.

He's gone.

He left because of his responsibilities.

But what about her?

I couldn't keep her, so I can only keep her in my heart, forever and ever...

A scene unfolds before my eyes: the woman is still dressed in red, but it is no longer a flowing dance dress; instead, it is a dignified and elegant wedding gown.

The people around were all smiles, and guests came and went in an endless stream to offer their congratulations.

In stark contrast to all the joyous crowd was the woman beneath the red veil, two lines of clear tears washing away her red makeup, leaving two streaks on her face.

Even in her dreams, He Tiantian could sense the woman's sadness, sorrow, and deep longing...

The woman muttered to herself.

Is he dead?

The woman immediately shook her head, as if she didn't believe it.

He said he would come and marry her.

I will definitely come back.

But the sound of drums and music in her ears made the woman momentarily lose her composure and waver slightly.

Will he come back?

Is it too late for him?

In this life, all she wants is to be with him, and to dance for him atop the snow-capped mountains.

A man personally went to fetch the woman, who sat in the bridal sedan chair while crying.

He broke his promise after all.

The woman couldn't bear to hate him; she could only hate herself for her powerlessness to resist everything...

But she firmly believed that if he didn't come, he might really be dead.

Now that he's dead, she doesn't want to live on alone.

He had been lonely for so many years, and she couldn't bear to see him continue to be lonely, so even if it meant death, she wanted to be with him.

She had once heard a line of poetry from a human, and it remained firmly in her heart.

Since you left, for whom does the precious mirror shine? My longing for you is like the flowing water of Longxi, its mournful sound echoing endlessly.

During the wedding ceremony, the groom transformed into the Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord, a black aura filling the entire hall, followed by an extremely arrogant burst of laughter.

"You have all angered me, and you will all die!" A deafening voice echoed in everyone's ears.

The people in the hall and courtyard were all weak and powerless because of the black aura, and could only look in terror at the person who was high above them not far away.

Good heavens, it's actually the Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord, Mo Ye.

This is a once-in-a-millennium genius from the demon realm!

The woman didn't resist, lying quietly on the ground. Since she was going to die anyway, she didn't care how she died...

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord went on a killing spree, and one by one, immortals became his victims.

These souls, corrupted by darkness, vanished into nothingness, disappearing without a trace.

"Today is your death day." A man appeared gracefully. "Release the others, and we'll duel!"

"Hehe, your sweetheart was stolen by me, and you're still siding with them? How righteous! Wahahaha..." The man laughed arrogantly. "Changling, you're a coward, a complete coward. You can't even protect your own woman. I despise you!"

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord went berserk and continued his killing spree.

The long sword behind the God of Changling emerged from its sheath, and streaks of sword light pierced towards the Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord. The black aura in the hall gradually dissipated under the golden sword light.

The woman in red, lying on the ground, heard the man's voice and, with all her might, lifted the red veil from her head, looking at the man she had longed for day and night.

He's here.

She knew he would come.

The man's eyes fell on the woman in red, and his face showed a hint of sorrow.

That glaring red dress is such an eyesore.

But we'll talk about everything after we kill the Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord.

However, the Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord obtained a rare treasure, which greatly increased his power.

Previously, Changling was slightly better than the Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord, but now the two are evenly matched and neither can gain the upper hand.

Seeing that he was about to be at a disadvantage, the Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord summoned his natal magic weapon, the Thousand-Eyed Heaven-Piercing Mirror, and for a moment the sky and the earth were filled with glittering silver eyes.

Changling was blinded by the dazzling silver light and didn't notice a demonic weapon rapidly approaching...

Everyone was secretly alarmed.

The Thousand-Life Demon Blade, once unleashed, slays everything.

The only one who could rival the Thousand-Eyed Demon Lord, the God of Changling, was immediately annihilated.

In a battle between masters, the difference in outcome is merely a blink of an eye.