Women are naturally beautiful.

Mo Wen looked at Fan Su, but Xia Mu came to mind.

When I met Xia Mu.

His name was Mo Wen, and he was the son of a wealthy merchant.

Her name is Xia Mu, and she is a police officer.

When I left Natsuki.

His father became the head of a tightly organized assassin organization.

Xia Mu then became an undercover police officer working for his father.

On the day Xia Mu's true identity was discovered, he also discovered his own true identity.

Fate is always ironic, like a merciless judge who scrutinizes everyone with the eyes of a sinner, pronounces sentences, and never gives anyone a chance to defend themselves.

She met and fell in love with Xia Mu by chance, and everything was wonderful.

The two of them used to stroll hand in hand along the riverbank like any ordinary couple.

He would deliberately pull Xia Mu into the grove, where they would kiss and hug each other in the dark.

Sometimes, when she couldn't sleep at night, she would send messages to 'bother' Xia Mu.

She would even blush and buy sanitary napkins for Xia Mu when she had her period, and then be curious about how the sanitary napkins were applied.

Falling in love lowers your IQ and boosts your hormones.

He felt that Xia Mu was the woman he loved most.

He planned to take Xia Mu home to meet his father, but Xia Mu told him to wait until her closed training was over, and that she would definitely go home with him to meet his parents.

He complained for a while, but finally accepted the reality after receiving a sweet kiss.

Then came a long period of time when we couldn't contact each other.

Finally, he saw Xia Mu in the newspaper.

Newspapers are becoming a relic of a bygone era; there are hardly any newsstands left in cities.

That day, he happened to run into someone, and just as he glanced at the newspaper, he saw Xia Mu standing side by side with his father.

Xia Mu was dressed in an elegant formal suit, while his father wore a black suit. Xia Mu's hand was on his father's arm.

The headline reads: Renowned entrepreneur Mr. Mo Tianxiang successfully proposes to his fiancée, a capable and successful businesswoman.

He felt a little dizzy.

He gripped the newspaper tightly, looking at the two faces over and over again until the newspaper was crumpled, before he was sure he hadn't made a mistake.

The newsstand owner yelled and complained that he had damaged the newspapers and books.

He threw a wad of cash out, grabbed a stack of newspapers, and then tossed them into the trash can.

He instinctively dialed Xia Mu's number, but the call wouldn't go through.

He then realized that he knew very little about Xia Mu. He didn't know her parents, her friends, or even that her home was now empty.

In an instant, one's lover becomes unrecognizable.

That day.

He drove around the city buying every newspaper he could find, then threw them all in the trash.

He didn't want to go home and see his father.

So he went to his father's office, wanting to find out what was going on. He wanted to tell his father that his fiancée was his girlfriend.

Unexpectedly, he saw Xia Mu.

Xia Mu fumbled and fumbled in front of a safe, trying many times, but still couldn't open the combination lock.

He stood there quietly, watching Xia Mu futilely rummage through the things, a feeling he couldn't quite describe.

He had always known that Xia Mu was a police officer, but Xia Mu was currently dressed in office worker's attire.

He watched Xia Mu fiddling with the safe, feeling a hidden sense of vengeful pleasure, but also a deep fear of what he would face once the safe was opened.

His family members were not quite what he had imagined.

Xia Mu is gone.

He stood in front of the safe and, for the first time, reached out and opened it.

He set the combination to the safe himself.

The password is: Password!

It originated from a prank he played on his father. When his father was setting the password, he casually mentioned it, and his father set it that way.

He didn't know why Xia Mu was looking for the safe.

He looked at the safe as if he were looking into a bottomless abyss.

In fact, it was indeed an abyss.

As if by some strange twist of fate, he opened the safe and saw what was inside. Only then did he realize that his father was actually the head of a decades-old assassin organization, a godfather-like figure.

Every penny he spent was stained with blood.

As the past flashed by, he seemed to understand why he had to learn martial arts, combat, fencing, and shooting since he was a child, and he also understood why his father played code games with him.

It turns out that everything was premeditated.

The father's appearance was somewhat sudden, and there was a hint of regret in his voice.

It's a shame he opened the combination lock.

"I originally planned to let you live a carefree life as a rich young master, but you opened the safe. According to the organization's rules, you are now one of us."

He still remembers his father's words, even the stiff expression on his father's face and the regretful look in his eyes when he said them.

In a daze, he seemed to understand Xia Mu's identity.

He silently erased the traces left by Xia Mu, and looked at his father with a complicated expression.

He didn't know how to face his new identity, nor did he know how to face Xia Mu's new identity. An unsolvable problem was placed in front of him. Unfortunately, he was not a top student.

The day before Xia Mu's wedding to his father, the marriage talisman that Xia Mu had obtained for him lit up with a white light. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the Tomb of the Gods, forced into a survival game.

What is hell for others is heaven for him.

He took the message that the password was the password to the police officers investigating the case, and after that, he never heard from Xia Mu again.

However, his life record was constantly being updated, and every day it read: "I miss Xia Mu very much today."

He felt that the Book of Fate might be updated over a lifetime.

He never looked at the Book of Fate again.

They also deliberately forgot about Xia Mu's existence.

Until that day, Fan Su saw the beautiful palace maid who came to deliver the jade slip and said, "The woman is beautiful."

Mo Wencai was once again drawn into the past.

The woman is really beautiful.

Xia Mu is even more beautiful!

Unfortunately, the difference between him and Xia Mu was not only in their social status, but also in the span of time and space.

Nearly a thousand years have passed, and she has reincarnated countless times, while he is no longer the Mo Wen he once was.

That day.

He had no interest in spending any more time with Fan Su and returned to the Divine Tomb early on.

Fan Su ignored him, focusing her attention on her new appearance.

She even conjured up the Mysterious Maiden Mirror, admiring her reflection. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she imitated the palace maid's sword flight, circling around and around this small world, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Mo Wen hasn't come out for several days in a row.

When they came out again, they saw that Fan Su was still dressed as a palace maid. If Mo Wen hadn't been familiar with Fan Su's aura, he would have thought that the palace maid had stayed there all this time.

He frowned deeply. "I don't like it!"

"It looks great!" Fan Su insisted.

"So ugly!" Mo Wen felt that Fan Su had a misunderstanding of beauty. If she saw Mo Yin and Xia Mu, she would know what true beauty is. A woman's beauty is not just about her appearance.

For the first time, Fan Su showed anger. "You're ugly!"

Mo Wen laughed. As Fan Su gained consciousness, she became more and more discerning, like a baby learning to fight against adults.

Mo Wen's bad mood, which had lasted for several days, finally improved a bit.

He pointed to himself and said, "Looks good!"

Fan Su frowned, seemingly trying to determine whether Mo Wen's words were true or false.

In the end, she gave in.

She transformed herself into the likeness of Mo Wen. With so much experience in transformation before, this time, the Mo Wen she created was almost identical to the original.

With handsome eyebrows and a high nose, one look at his face tells you he is a dashing and good-looking young man.

Aside from wearing a woman's fairy robe, there was no other "flaw".

Mo Wen looked at Fan Su with a complicated expression.

He seemed to see another version of himself, this time dressed as a woman.

Seriously, this is an eyesore!

He said helplessly, "Let's change back! I'm ugly!"

Fan Su was very confused. Her already flawed aesthetic sense was completely bewildered by Mo Wen's inconsistent beauty and ugliness.

Looking at his cross-dressing version of himself, Mo Wen really lost the mood to play around.

When he got back, he painted a picture.

As I picked up my pen, Xia Mu's image came to mind, and I unconsciously drew Xia Mu.

His painting skills were average, and the paintings didn't look very realistic, but they were still beautiful.

After finishing the painting, he looked at it for a long time.

Fortunately, he is now an immortal, no longer bound by lifespan, and possesses extraordinary memory. Otherwise, after nearly a thousand years of trials, he might not still remember Xia Mu's appearance.

Xia Mu's beauty is sharp; her brows exude an undeniable heroic spirit, and her eyes are like stars, shining like the morning glow.

It's no wonder that her father, who had been abstinent for so many years, would willingly marry a girl like that.

He was wildly speculating in his mind that something had happened to him.

It seems the marriage between my father and Xia Mu is off.

In order to investigate the case and find evidence of his father's crimes, Xia Mu was willing to risk his own life.

Did she discover during the investigation that Mo Wen was Mo Tianxiang's son?

What would their reaction be if they found out?

Even if the case is closed and Xia Mu eventually takes down his father and his assassin organization, given his father's crimes, he probably deserves to be executed a hundred times over. Is there still any possibility between him and Xia Mu?

He was unwilling to think about it deeply because he already had the answer in his heart.

He looked at the painting and sighed. He could never capture even a tenth of Xia Mu's beauty.

Perhaps, with the passage of time, Xia Mu has become a god in his heart.

And he had no idea what the fate of this god would be!

He walked out of the Tomb of the Gods with the painting in his hand and stood in front of Fan Su.

Fan Su is suffering from schizophrenia.

She transformed into Mo Wen one moment and into a palace maid the next.

It seems that her view on beauty and ugliness caused her great psychological trauma.

Mo Wen couldn't help but laugh: "Here, take this. This is the real beauty."

Fan Su reached out and took it, opened the flower roll, and her eyes were immediately filled with longing.

Mo Wen watched as she transformed into the exact same person as in the painting, with neat short hair, heroic eyebrows and eyes, rosy lips, and even the police uniform she wore was so lifelike.

Mo Wen couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart. He hadn't thought too much when he painted this picture, but the moment he handed it to Fan Su, a terrible thought popped into his head.

Fan Su really became Xia Mu, and he regretted it again.

The past surged back, threatening to overwhelm him.

He burst into tears instantly.

Fan Su reached out and touched his face with a puzzled expression; her cold fingertips touched his tears.

Mo Wen was struck dumb, and instantly flew backward, quickly flashing into the Divine Tomb. He himself found it hard to face his own weakness.

He was a ruthless demon in the Tomb of the Gods who had killed thousands; how could he be entitled to such emotions as vulnerability?

Fan Su stared blankly at him, then subconsciously put her finger, which was stained with Mo Wen's tears, into her mouth.

Tears are salty!

After that, Mo Wen did not appear for many days.

When she reappeared, Fan Su was still Xia Mu in her police uniform.

Mo Wen frowned. He realized that he had brought this upon himself and was doomed.

Knowing full well that Fan Su was innocent and simple-minded, why did he have to provoke her? Why did he give her Xia Mu's portrait? Now she takes on Xia Mu's appearance every day without fail, even wearing a police uniform. How could he possibly face her? After all, he had killed people, many people, more than his father.

Seeing Xia Mu in a police uniform always gives him the feeling that Xia Mu is there to arrest him.

The only thing that can comfort him now is that his drawing skills are really not very good; he only managed to achieve a 70% similarity.

He thought for a moment, then sighed and said, "Aren't you tired of being like this all the time? Wouldn't it be better to just be yourself?"

“Invisible!” Fan Su shook her head. “One hundred thousand faces.”

Mo Wen understood the gist of her meaning from her simple words.

Fan Su is composed of the resentment of 100,000 living beings. She has 100,000 faces. With so many faces, she becomes invisible. None of the faces belong to her, and she does not know which face to transform into to represent herself.

Mo Wen's eyes were desolate. "Then, imagine yourself as your most beautiful self."

"The most beautiful?!" Fan Su fell into deep thought.

Mo Wen felt he could no longer correct Fan Su's aesthetic sense, as that would lead her astray. So he simply posed this question and then left it to Fan Su to figure it out herself.

With the upcoming Ten Directions Alliance meeting.

More and more people are passing by outside the small world.

Mo Wen rarely goes out. He is not used to dealing with all sorts of gods and immortals outside. The outside world is unfamiliar to him.

Yes, it's boring!

He remained steadfast in this desolate place, believing that this would be how he would be when he died.

After he dies, he will pass on his cultivation technique to Fan Su. Fan Su will probably live as long as heaven and earth, after all, she is a spirit born of resentment.

He was confident and thinking this way, but he never expected that Fan Su would encounter her own crisis.

That day, he was in the small world.

I suddenly felt uneasy.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he spotted a colossal creature.

His mind raced, and he leaped out.

Then they saw a strange, ghostly beast approaching Fan Su menacingly. Fan Su was still in Xia Mu's appearance, but her face had turned pale and her eyes were filled with fear.

Ghostly flames flickered in the black pupils of the Netherworld Beast. Vengeful spirits like Fan Su were its favorite food, especially since Fan Su was composed of 100,000 vengeful spirits. Eating her would increase the Netherworld Beast's power by at least one realm.

Its long tongue curled up and attacked Fan Su.