Flower Qingcheng, a female special agent from Huaguo in the 22nd century, accidentally fell into the sea while on a mission. When she woke up, Flower Qingcheng found that she had transmigrated, and...
"Ma'am, what do you mean?"
Yao Jingchen's face was filled with astonishment, and he looked at his sweet wife in disbelief, who had changed her expression so quickly. His eyes were filled with confusion and puzzlement.
"Haha, it means exactly what it says." Xingyue raised the corner of her mouth slightly and uttered a faint sneer.
Then, as Xingyue's mind shifted, a brilliant light suddenly flashed. In an instant, Xingyue's figure underwent a startling transformation—her originally charming and lovely appearance disappeared, replaced by the solemn and inviolable image of a goddess.
Yao Jingchen stared at the scene in astonishment, his heart awash with fear. He had never imagined his wife possessed such a miraculous ability, the ability to change her appearance at will. Standing before him now, Xingyue looked like a fairy descended from the heavens, emanating an awe-inspiring, sacred aura.
Looking at Liu Xue'er again, even though she was naturally beautiful, she couldn't compare to the otherworldly woman before him. Xingyue's skin was as white as snow, as delicate as jade, and as smooth as mutton fat. Her features were meticulously sculpted, flawless, like a masterpiece crafted by heaven. Her large, watery eyes, bright as twinkling stars and as deep as the turquoise waters of a deep lake, were truly captivating. And her long, lustrous, black hair cascaded down her back, gently swaying, adding to her graceful demeanor.
At this moment, Xingyue was clad in a long white dress, its sleeves fluttering and dancing in the breeze. The hem was embroidered with exquisite patterns, lifelike and vivid, as if it were alive. Her figure was graceful and elegant, her gait graceful and graceful, and every movement imbued with a natural charm. She appeared aloof and otherworldly, like a fairy descended from the mundane world, or a hermit far removed from the hustle and bustle of the world.
"Husband... Madam?" Seeing his little wife suddenly transform into something gorgeous, Yao Jingchen's face was filled with astonishment, his heart full of doubts and confusion.
Yao Jingchen subconsciously lowered his head to examine his own unsightly face, and a strong sense of inferiority suddenly surged in his heart. Compared with his wife who was now radiant and dazzling, he felt that he was nothing more than a humble ugly duckling.
However, this feeling did not last long, because Yao Jingchen quickly cast a spell and transformed himself back into his original elegant and handsome appearance.
Yao Jingchen's expression was shrouded in uncertainty, a mixture of joy and worry. He gazed at the stars and moon, bewildered, and asked, "Madam, who... are you? Why have you undergone such a remarkable transformation?"
Yao Jingchen's words revealed his curiosity and desire to explore Xingyue's identity.
After saying that, Yao Jingchen couldn't help but want to get closer to Xingyue, as if he wanted to feel the mysterious aura emanating from this woman at a closer distance.
However, what Yao Jingchen did not expect was that Xingyue kicked him mercilessly and hit him hard.
This sudden attack caught Yao Jingchen off guard and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.
"Go ahead and dream on! Open your eyes and take a good look. Who am I, the goddess?"
With a furious roar, Xingyue's mind moved, and a divine sword flashing with cold light instantly appeared in her hand. With a crisp sound, the sword was unsheathed, and the extremely sharp blade pointed directly at Yao Jingchen's heart.
Facing Xingyue's fierce attack, Yao Jingchen nimbly dodged sideways, successfully avoiding the fatal sword strike. After stabilizing himself, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes. Clearly, he hadn't expected Xingyue to possess such advanced martial arts and divine power.
"Madam, I never thought that you are from the God Clan!" Yao Jingchen, who felt cheated, said gritting his teeth.
Xingyue let out a cold smile as she snorted, "Demon Mirror Dust, ah Demon Mirror Dust, you are a demon who has committed countless evil deeds, killing countless innocent lives. Your crimes are truly heinous and beyond the reach of justice! Now that you know my true identity, do you still dare to resist? Why don't you surrender quickly?"
Upon hearing these words, Yao Jingchen's expression darkened, his heart filled with shock and disbelief. He had never imagined that the ordinary village girl he had married was actually the legendary Star and Moon Goddess. Or perhaps, this goddess had deliberately transformed herself into Liu Xueer's appearance to confuse him.
Seeing the sword dancing in Xingyue's hand approaching him, Yao Jingchen's eyes widened with anger and he let out a fierce roar. In an instant, he waved his hands, two cold lights flashed, and in his hands, two giant pumpkin hammers made of fine steel appeared.
After summoning his weapon, Yao Jingchen rushed towards Xingyue without hesitation, engaging in a thrilling battle with Xingyue, who was holding the divine sword. Yao Jingchen swung the enormous pumpkin hammer in his hand with unbridled force, each blow coming down with the ferocity of a violent storm, as if he wanted to crush Xingyue into dust.
However, Xingyue remained undaunted. With her nimble figure, she weaved lightly between Yao Jingchen's attacks, deftly dodging his lethal blows time and again. Furthermore, Xingyue would seize every opportunity to launch a counterattack, her divine sword flashing with a chilling cold light, each strike striking Yao Jingchen's vital points, leaving him unable to defend himself.
The two exchanged blows, neither conceding a point, and for a moment, it was difficult to determine the winner. The entire Dragon Palace shook violently under their fierce clash, as if it were about to be torn apart by this overwhelming force. The surrounding space was distorted by this astonishing battle, seemingly poised to collapse at any moment.
The enormous pumpkin hammer in Yao Jingchen's hand emanated an eerie, terrifying light, while the divine sword in Xingyue's hand shone with an incomparably holy radiance, like divine light descending from the sky. When the two collided, the dazzling sparks that erupted were as brilliant as fireworks, illuminating the entire Dragon Palace.
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