Empress Feng still wanted to argue with Li Muge about respecting the dead, but Li Muge's heart had already turned cold.

It will never warm up again.

"Phoenix Queen, please stop talking. Over the years, I have seen far too many dead people. Life and death are all predestined."

"Li Muge, well, I never expected you to be so heartless,"

Empress Feng's face was contorted with rage and hatred as she spoke of her curses against Li Muge.

Li Muge spoke quietly: "Mother, I also felt great pain when I died."

Empress Feng was taken aback.

"What?"

Li Muge took a deep breath, turned around, and faced the Empress: "Mother, do you know how I died before I was reborn?"

“I became a slave to the demonic cultivators. They cut off my legs and disfigured my face.”

“They took pleasure in torturing me. I was beaten to death in the street, and my body was left to soak in the rain. Perhaps I didn’t even have any jewelry left.”

Li Muge approached the Empress step by step, calmly recounting her past nightmares and fears.

"Mother, do you know what I was thinking when I was beaten to death? I missed you all so much, and I longed for you to appear before me."

"But back then, you would have preferred that your daughter, me, was dead, wouldn't you?"

"No, that's not it. You made a mistake." The Empress's eyes flickered.

"Mu Ge, your father still cares about you," the Empress said earnestly.

"Mu Ge, go back. Your father is waiting for you. As long as you are willing to turn back this time, no matter how many mistakes you have made in the past."

"We will not pursue this any further. Our family is doing well and we are together."

"We're family." Li Muge burst into tears and suddenly hugged the Empress.

The Empress's body stiffened.

She seemed surprised by Li Muge's reaction, but at the same time, hope rose in her heart.

I want to take Li Muge back with me.

But when she took Li Muge's hand, Li Muge still pulled away without hesitation.

"Mu Ge..." Empress Feng's eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Go back, Empress." Li Muge lifted the hem of her skirt and knelt before the Empress.

"Phoenix Queen, your daughter Su Muge died in the heavy rain in the Demon Realm long ago, when you gave up on banishing her."

"The one who survived is Li Muge, who has nothing to do with you."

"Mu Ge."

Li Muge kowtowed to the Empress, then stood up and left without looking back.

at the same time.

Phoenix King did not wait for Li Muge, and closed his eyes, passing away with regret.

"Father, Father." Su Qing shook the Phoenix King's body vigorously, her hatred for Li Muge growing stronger.

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Li Muge went alone to a random mountain, where the death knell of the Phoenix Clan resounded throughout the Three Realms.

Li Muge didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

She kept pouring herself drinks, hoping to forget her pain through intoxication.

"I never expected you to be so cowardly as to try to escape in this way."

Yun Qi sat next to Li Muge, but his obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness kicked in again.

I first laid out a cushion, and then carefully sat down.

Seeing his fussy personality, Li Muge couldn't help but laugh. When Yun Qi's gaze fell upon her, she immediately turned her head away.

It has a feeling of trying too hard to hide something.

"What, Demon Lord, are you here to comfort me?"

Li Muge handed Yuqi a jar of wine, and saw him staring blankly at the wine in the jar.

She rolled her eyes: "Don't worry, Demon Lord, this wine is perfectly clean. Whether you drink it or not, I'll drink it."

"Who said you were drinking?" Yun Qi said unexpectedly, picking up the wine jar and taking a big gulp, the spilled wine soaking his purple robes.

"That's what you call a man." Li Muge patted the Demon Lord's hand, but unexpectedly, Yun Qi grabbed the back of her hand in a serious manner.

His face flushed red, and he looked into her eyes with a serious expression: "You, you shouldn't try to take advantage of me."

Li Muge's lips twitched slightly: "No way, Demon Lord, you're really that weak!"

"That's not right, he's drunk? That's impossible." Li Muge pinched Yun Qi's cheek.

And so, this madman never retaliated; he must have been genuinely drunk.

"That shouldn't be the case," Li Muge said suspiciously. "Yun Qi, you shouldn't have followed this pattern. Shouldn't you have..."

“Should…” Li Muge mustered her courage and patted Yun Qi’s face, but Yun Qi didn’t care at all and took another sip of wine with a flushed face.

This made Li Muge suspicious. This guy hadn't drunk much wine; he hadn't even finished a whole jar.

Just like in the storybook, this guy shouldn't be agreeing with her now, but should comfort her instead.

Then, when I tried to get her to talk about it, I found out that she wasn't drunk yet, but this guy was already drunk, which was really inexplicable.

Just as Li Muge was having doubts, Yun Qi suddenly pressed his forehead against Li Muge's forehead.

His smile widened, and he seemed a little delirious: "Li Muge, you're doomed. My head is just harder, isn't it?"

"Hmm." Li Muge felt that Yun Qi's forehead was burning hot, so hot that it could probably be used to steam buns.

"That's strange, why did he suddenly get a fever?" Li Muge sighed.

Holding the wine jar, she was about to leave, but she was in a bad mood and had no interest in caring about Yunqi.

If he has a fever, it's best to let him burn to death.

"Mother, Mother."

Yun Qi had a fever and was almost unconscious, muttering to himself.

Li Muge sighed, turned around as if admitting defeat, and raised her hand to touch Yun Qi's forehead.

She prepared to cast a spell to take Yun Qi back.

But suddenly, her magic stopped working.

No matter how many times she cast the spell, she couldn't even ignite a single flame.

Why? Li Muge wondered if there really was something wrong with the wine.

After thinking it over, I decided to carry Yun Qi back on my back.

But this thing is really heavy, damn it, Li Muge regretted carrying Yun Qi on his back.

If she had known she would have to carry such a mortal enemy down the mountain, damn it, she should have chosen a less high mountain.

Yun Qi had a dream that seemed to take him back to his childhood.

In his most helpless moment, he held a broken bowl in his hand and went around begging for money, just to fill his stomach.

He groggily opened his eyes, smelling the familiar, faint fragrance emanating from the woman.

And that familiar red dress.

Yun Qi parted his thin lips slightly: "Little Bird Sister, you've finally come back to see me."

Li Muge stopped in her tracks, her heart filled with mixed emotions: "Yes, that's right."

"Little bird sister, will you still not want me?" Yun Qi said these words, clearly delirious from the fever.

Li Muge's heart was bleeding; she dared not accept it again.

She's a perfect example of someone who meant well but messed things up.

If she hadn't saved Yun Qi back then, he probably would have become a Buddha, and then they would have gone down two different paths, with no chance of ever intersecting.

"How could I not want it? Little Yunyun, you're the most obedient one. Be good, don't go to sleep."

Li Muge showed the utmost patience.

She planned to say a few more words and try to get some information out of Yun Qi, such as why he was so extreme and insisted on destroying the Three Realms.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to rule the three realms? Why insist on destroying the world?

The alarm bells of the Evil City were suddenly rung.