"Oh my god! Am I... the Xi Yan in my dream? Possessing the power of the demons? Am I really the daughter of Demon Lord Qingtian?"

Hua Xia woke up when she heard the noise. Just as she was about to speak, Sheng Xiyan waved her hand and she fell asleep again.

Sheng Xiyan swiftly got off the golden nanmu auspicious beast bed, covered Hua Xia with a quilt, and said softly, "Don't catch a cold, sleep well."

Unlike her previous pregnancy when she was fragile and delicate, she now felt full of energy.

As I walked out of the room, the moonlight automatically gathered in my hands like flowing water.

Sheng Xiyan looked at the shimmering moonlight ball in her palm and murmured, "Is this... the power of the Moonlight Fairy? My mother's?"

Fairy Yuehua is in charge of the moonlight in the three realms.

Sheng Xiyan tried to fly. Although she had a big belly, her body was as light as a swallow and she stayed in mid-air.

Tsk tsk, so I'm not just an ordinary mortal? Am I dreaming?

I pinched my face hard. It really hurt.

A wicked smile appeared on her charming face.

Wow, it was just a dream, how could such a good thing happen?

He stretched out his hands, his left hand inherited the sky-high chaos magic fireball, and his right hand inherited the moonlight cohesion of the Moon Fairy.

A ruthless look flashed in Sheng Xiyan's eyes, and she raised her red lips: "Let's go and kill Xue Qiong!"

“Whoosh!”

She was not flying very steadily at first and fell on the glazed tile roof of Yupeng Palace.

Just as he was about to cast a spell, Xuan Xi's voice rang in his ears: "Xi Yan, you are a kind person."

"Why should I be kind? Kill this vixen and the Xuan Ling will still be mine!"

She threw a fireball towards the main hall door.

"Xi Yan, the root of all evil is killing. Only by showing compassion to all living beings can one save oneself."

"Xuanxi, leave me alone!"

The fireball was about to pass through the palace gate, and the red light all over Sheng Xiyan's body was covered by thousands of feet of golden light, as if her body was bound, or the golden light purified the red ghostly light.

The fireball flew back and disappeared in her hand.

In the golden light, the image of Xuan Xi, a banished immortal in flowing white robes, emerged. He reached out his large hand to stroke her head, smiling gently: "Xi Yan, are you being naughty again? I know you wouldn't really kill..."

"Go away, you old witch! Leave me alone!"

Sheng Xiyan threw fireballs at him, and they all turned into fireflies.

In the night, fireflies danced in front of her.

Wow, so beautiful.

Sheng Xiyan forgot everything else and reached out to catch the fireflies.

"Emperor?!"

When she looked for it, the golden light had disappeared.

Sheng Xiyan sat on the roof, holding a firefly in her hand, and whispered:

"Xuan Ling has fallen in love with Xue Qiong. If I kill her, he will be sad, right? Besides, it's not entirely the woman's fault when a man changes his heart. If I kill Xue Qiong, there will be another woman."

In the end, he decided to give up killing Xue Qiong and fly to the Yangxin Palace instead.

A red light rushed into the back hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Xuan Ling was lying on the dragon couch, his broad chest rising and falling, his breathing steady.

His long hair was as black as ink, and his face was as handsome as a knife. He was usually so arrogant, but now his sleeping posture with drooping eyelashes was even more touching.