"Hey! Liu Jinghong!"

The Demon Lord stared wide-eyed and called out to him.

"You can feel at ease just because of her few careless words?"

Liu Jinghong smiled and stood up, supporting herself on her knees: "Of course. I believe whatever Junior Sister says."

"...You are simply hopeless."

He stared at Liu Jinghong for a long time before suddenly grinning and revealing a malicious smile.

"Very well, once you see the memory bead, you'll know just how pathetic a person deeply entangled in love can be. Love will cloud your judgment, become your weakness, cause you to betray your faith, and ultimately—kill you."

"oh?"

Liu Jinghong licked his lips dismissively, turned and cupped Chu Hongluan's slender hand in his, and confessed his love with deep affection:

"So be it. If I can receive my junior sister's love before I die, I will have no regrets."

Chu Hongluan's eyes flickered. She pulled out one hand, pinched his chin, and gently stroked his lips with her thumb before slowly bringing it closer.

In just a moment, Liu Jinghong's breathing became heavy.

Just feeling that touch and closeness, Liu Jinghong's beautiful peach blossom eyes began to gradually become misty, almost like an invitation.

Chu Hongluan smiled and deliberately paused just two fingers' width away from his lips.

Their breaths mingled, creating an even hotter temperature.

Then, she clearly heard the sound of Liu Jinghong swallowing.

She curled her lips into a smile, her tone carrying a subtle, alluring quality.

"Then let's cherish this love while we can."

After saying that, they kissed.

The Demon Lord watched this scene unfold, trembling with rage.

Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!

They were clearly provoking him on purpose!

Having witnessed countless acts of primal lust, all he could think of at that moment was, "Shameless!"

In fact, he had already uttered the insults.

Chu Hongluan slightly raised her eyelids, and a bewitching luster shone through them. She glanced at them sideways, her eyes extremely cold, without the slightest hint of lustful desire.

On the contrary, Liu Jinghong was already infatuated.

The Demon Lord's chest heaved violently. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he transformed back into a cloud of black mist with a loud bang, completely obscuring his facial features.

Seeing this, Chu Hongluan stepped back, ending the kiss.

Liu Jinghong slowly opened her eyes, which were filled with captivating shimmering water.

"Junior sister..."

His voice was extremely hoarse.

Chu Hongluan looked up and rubbed his head, smiling helplessly: "Let's get married when we return to Wuming Immortal Mountain."

Liu Jinghong's eyes widened suddenly.

"Really?"

"Because that damned Demon Lord dared to so blatantly disregard my feelings for you, it makes me very angry..."

Chu Hongluan sighed.

"Once we are married and become Daoist partners, a covenant of heaven and earth will be formed, our destinies will be intertwined, and we will be unable to betray or fail each other. No matter where I am, you will sense my presence. With that, can you rest assured, senior brother?"

Liu Jinghong felt as if fireworks had exploded in her head.

My heart was pounding, as if it were about to burst out of my chest.

......

Then Liu Jinghong activated the memory bead.

A video, like a scroll, slowly unfolded before their eyes.

A dark grotto, jumbled jagged rocks, menacing plants, and demons emitting eerie laughter everywhere.

The screen trembled and rose, accompanied by hurried footsteps and breathing, and everything around turned into afterimages, rushing past rapidly.

Because it was the first moment for the holder of the memory bead, they couldn't see the people, but they could hear that there were two people running for their lives.

A slender hand with distinct knuckles appeared in the scene. Two talismans were ignited at the fingertips, and golden mist emerged, enveloping and imprisoning the demons who suddenly rushed out from the front.

Then those demons also turned into afterimages in the scene, and were left far behind.

His view shifted to an extremely hidden corner. He reached out and felt around the stone wall, as if he had found something. He pressed down hard and opened a stone door.

The two quickly slipped into the stone chamber, closed the door, and locked it in one swift motion.

Then another person appeared in the picture.

It was a man sitting cross-legged in front of a stone table with his back to them. The table was piled with bottles and jars, as well as a jumble of herbs and spiritual plants, and he seemed to be fiddling with something.

He didn't turn around when he heard someone come in; he simply greeted them gently.

"You're back."

The man was dressed in white, and his hair was excessively long, winding down his back to the ground.

For some reason, Chu Hongluan felt that the figure looked familiar, and the voice seemed familiar too, as if she had heard a similar voice before, but she couldn't remember it.

"My wife is injured."

This was the first sentence spoken by the holder of the memory bead.

This was also the first time Liu Jinghong had heard her father's voice.

Just like the feeling the portrait gave off, his voice was clear and detached, like that of a god, noble, indifferent, and even somewhat ruthless, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

God is detached from worldly desires and emotions; He loves people but does not engage with them, because once there are entanglements, God's love becomes biased.

This is how it should be, this is how it should be.

"You're injured? What happened?"

Upon hearing this, the man at the table hurriedly stopped what he was doing, got up quickly, and turned to walk over.

When Chu Hongluan and Liu Jinghong saw the man's face clearly, they were both shocked.

This...this face...

Without a doubt, the man was extremely handsome, with a gentle temperament and polite manners. His robe was a very simple style, without even an embroidered pattern, yet it exuded a unique elegance.

He helped Liu Qingfeng sit down, then knelt beside her to check her injuries. His brows furrowed slightly with worry, and his focused expression seemed to bathe his entire being in a soft glow.

"It's just a minor injury, no need to worry..."

Yunzhu spoke weakly, but was interrupted by the man.

"Phew. Thank goodness. I was just scratched by a demon."

The man breathed a sigh of relief and gave a very gentle smile. "However, we still need to suck out the infected blood from the wound. But the wound is on her side; as her husband, this little thing shouldn't be too difficult for you, right?"

Upon hearing that the wound was on his side, Liu Qingfeng hesitated noticeably.

Seeing this, the man chuckled and said, "Then how about I do it? There's no need to avoid the taboo of men and women in front of a doctor."

"...I'll take care of it."

The man shrugged helplessly and sighed, "That's so dishonest. If you're worried about her and don't want other men to touch her, just tell her. She's injured right now, and keeping a good mood will help her recover."

"......I see."

Unfortunately, Yunzhu's consciousness had fallen into chaos due to the invasion of demonic energy, and she was unable to hear his tacit care and possessiveness.