The six paths flew silently, closely following Xuanxi Tianjun.

This handsome, tall, elegant, and refined young immortal's palms were now covered in cold sweat.

Because a soft little hand had silently slipped into his hand without him even realizing it.

Liu Dao's eyes twitched slightly, and he subconsciously looked down, only to meet a pair of slightly curved vertical pupils.

Even though the girl wore an innocent smile, her sinister vertical pupils betrayed her.

"I am Xiaoliu." She pointed to herself and whispered to Liudao, while casually scratching the immortal's palm.

What should have been a beautiful and tender scene was filled with fear in Liudao's heart. This nameless fear made him feel even more dangerous than Wangshu Shaojun.

"You smell wonderful," the girl with vertical pupils said with satisfaction as she leaned closer.

"Little Liu! Do you want a beating?!" Wang Shu Shaojun turned around and saw that Liu Dao was already covered in sweat from fright. Thinking that this battle-hardened immortal would show such fear, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and walked over.

Her unusual appearance even stunned Liu Dao, as if the ruthless and cold-blooded woman who seemed to want to kill anyone who stood in her way had vanished. He watched as the woman deftly lifted the girl with vertical pupils, as if she hadn't felt the terrifying pressure emanating from the girl, and simply lifted her soft little body up.

Then, without any expression, he started whipping her buttocks.

"I told you not to scare me! Didn't I say you weren't allowed to eat people?!" she shouted.

The girl, who had just been filled with mystery and evil, suddenly burst into tears. In a flash of inspiration, she transformed into a small, emerald-green snake, twitching and hanging in mid-air by her tail.

"This child is still young, just teach him properly, don't be so harsh." Xuanxi Tianjun looked at his lover's face, which was still beautiful even when she hit him, with a cool and pleasant gaze. However, he glanced at Liudao, who insisted on coming with him. Feeling that Liudao was loyal to him and would follow him through life and death, Xuanxi Tianjun was very moved.

So he walked over, looked at the little green snake that was crying uncontrollably, and a beautiful curve appeared on his thin lips. He said indifferently, "Give it to Liudao and tell him to guard it well." He was more perceptive than Liudao. This little green snake that was chasing after everyone and saying that they looked delicious was emanating a faint spiritual energy.

There was no trace of evil or resentment, indicating that it had never eaten people.

A little bit of flirting doesn't really matter.

Wang Shu Shaojun snorted, but instead of handing the little snake to the pale-faced Liudao Xianjun, he placed it on his own shoulder.

The limp little snake used the tip of its tail to twitch and wipe away its own tears.

It held its tail in its mouth and adorned itself as a necklace around Wangshu Shaojun's neck.

Wang Shu Shaojun still appeared cold and hard, but he lowered his head with gentle eyes and touched the little snake.

"It seems very close to you." Xuanxi Tianjun's expression was indifferent as he flew beside Wangshu Shaojun and asked calmly, "Is it your family?"

He received no response from the woman, but he didn't care. He turned around and placed a huge, dazzling nine-dragon carriage in the sky. Nine divine dragons roared and howled. Phoenixes circled on both sides of the carriage, their magnificent feathers full of the most beautiful colors. From inside the luxurious and noble nine-dragon carriage, the sound of a guqin came leisurely, and the celestial music was melodious.

Just as Wang Shu Shaojun looked over, he nodded slightly to her, his eyes filled with tenderness, and said, "It's still a long way to the North from here. It will be easier for you to get on the carriage."

"No need." When Wang Shu Shaojun saw the hidden disappointment in the indifferent young man, he couldn't help but cover his heart.

"Look?" The little snake reached over and licked her face with its forked tongue.

Xuanxi Heavenly Lord's gaze sharpened!

The little snake suddenly shivered, twisted its little head to look around, trembled, and then its emerald green body burrowed into Wang Shu Shao Jun's collar, leaving only its little head sticking out.

Xuanxi Tianjun's gaze grew even colder.

“It’s too close to you.” This time, he didn’t need to pretend; his voice was icy cold.

Wang Shu Shaojun ignored him completely, but one of his hands involuntarily pulled the little snake out of his collar.

She looked down at the little snake that was staring at her with shocked and bewildered eyes. They exchanged a glance. She was about to tuck the snake back into her collar when her hand trembled and she tossed it behind her.

It was being tossed into the arms of the pale-faced Six Paths Immortal Lord.

The little snake felt very lonely, cold, and isolated!

It hurriedly slithered into the young man's clothes, the entire snake disappearing into his lapel. Embracing the warmth emanating from the immortal's body, filled with celestial energy, it rolled over comfortably, curling up in his arms, its thin tail hooking onto his lapel.

Rokudo looked at his lord with a bewildered and pleading gaze.

However, Xuanxi Tianjun's gaze was tender and persistent as he looked at Wangshu Shaojun, who was pursing his lips and staring at his own hands, seemingly lost in thought.

He understood her confusion and knew the reason for her different actions than before, but he didn't want to tell her these things, lest he add to her troubles. He just wanted to stay by her side, even if it was under the guise of being a captive, as long as he was by her side, that was enough. If she couldn't remember, he would ask her to fall in love with him again in the name of Wangshu Shaojun and Xuanxi Tianjun.

If she could remember... how could there possibly be a happier couple in the Three Realms than them? He didn't care whether she could remember or not.

The future is what matters.

"Shushu," he called softly, his voice fading into the howling wind high in the sky.

The woman seemed to have heard him and looked up at him.

Her gaze towards him was still full of wariness, but beyond that, there was a deeper, hidden emotion that even she herself was unaware of.

He just smiled at her.

He wasn't a man who liked to laugh, so his smile was a little stiff, but when he tried to smile, the brilliance he exuded in that instant was so captivating that it brought tears to one's eyes.

Wang Shu Shaojun looked at the smile from afar, and after a long while, looked at his own hands again.

Bloodstains still clung to his body, and his handsome, clear face was pale from the aftermath of his severe injury.

Her hands still bore the blood from before, and the warmth they felt sent a shiver down Wang Shu Shaojun's spine.

"Shushu."

The call, seemingly coming from nowhere, lingered in her ears, and the bloodstains on her snow-white palm sent a chill down her spine.

She lowered her head, trembling and confused, raised her hand to touch her face, and looked over.

They are tears.