Also, what are the divine realm and the goddess?
A look of confusion appeared in Mo Shisheng's eyes, but in the blink of an eye, the scene in front of her changed again.
The six-year-old girl's face was filled with coldness as she stood on the back of a gigantic divine beast, facing Ming Beiya.
The scene seemed familiar. Mo Shisheng lowered her eyes slightly, glanced at the divine beast beneath her feet, and said softly, "Xiu, let's go."
"roar--"
The divine beast called Xiu roared angrily and sped off towards Ming Beiya at great speed.
Wherever it goes, not a blade of grass grows.
Ming Beiya's gaze towards Mo Shisheng was as cold as a sharp sword, and those emotionless eyes deeply stung Mo Shisheng's eyes.
"You sealed my Demon Emperor in the Wushui Pool, and today your divine realm will pay the price for it!"
Ming Beiya also moved, his momentum was overwhelming, and his formation was like a thousand troops.
The scene flashed by incredibly fast, amidst the clash of swords and the flickering flames, just as Mo Shisheng was about to strike Ming Beiya, she suddenly withdrew her hand...
"It's lit up. Haven't your memories returned yet?"
Upon hearing the sound, Mo Shisheng gently lifted her eyelids, her eyes were bloodshot, her face was pale, and the blood on her shoulder blade had dried up.
As if knowing that Mo Shisheng didn't have the strength to lift her eyes, Shi Youmi slowly squatted down in front of her, her alluring eyes meeting Mo Shisheng's gaze. "You've recovered a bit in just one night, haven't you?"
Mo Shisheng glanced at Shi Youmi indifferently, then lightly licked his dry lips. His movements were unrestrained and arrogant, and even in the cold dungeon, he did not show any sign of being disheveled.
"The Divine Realm and the Demon Realm have been irreconcilable enemies since a thousand years ago. You are a goddess descended from the Divine Realm, while Jinheng is the Demon Prince who will inherit the Demon Emperor's throne sooner or later. You died at his hands a thousand years ago, your soul scattered. If your mother hadn't contributed the treasures of the Divine Realm, you would probably be less than a wisp of smoke now."
Looking at the arrogant aura emanating from Mo Shisheng, Shi Youmi felt somewhat displeased.
She was annoyed, so naturally she had to say something to annoy Mo Shisheng.
However, the result disappointed her.
After listening, Mo Shisheng's expression remained unchanged; in fact, a faint smile even appeared on her lips as she asked, "And then?"
Upon hearing this, Shi Youmi coldly curled her lips, a sinister glint flashing across her alluring face. She gently stroked Mo Shisheng's fair face with one hand, her sharp nails scraping across it with a stinging pain.
Mo Shisheng's eyes were filled with coldness. He suddenly opened his mouth and bit Shi Youmi's hand, with such force that it felt like he was about to bite off her fingers.
The taste of blood immediately filled her mouth, and scarlet blood spilled from the corner of her lips. Shi Youmi's face changed drastically in pain, but she couldn't pull her hand back. In the end, she raised her hand and slapped Mo Shisheng hard across the face.
Shi Youmi's slap was extremely powerful, so much so that her palm went slightly numb.
Mo Shisheng didn't have much strength to begin with, and when she was pulled like that, she subconsciously let go of her mouth.
Finally pulling her hand back, Shi Youmi's hand was bitten so badly by Mo Shisheng that you could almost see the bone, which showed how much force she had used!
"Mo Shisheng, I'm really looking at you. But then again, someone who can come back even after their soul has been scattered is truly shameless."
Shi Youmi gave a cold laugh, her bewitching face finally losing its nonchalant expression.
Mo Shisheng glanced indifferently at her contorted face, his tongue lightly touching the corner of his lips, the pain on his face still lingering.
Shi Youmi, this slap will come again someday.
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