In the early autumn morning, the air in the garden was fresh, the paths were covered with moss and frost, the cicadas were chirping less and less, and the green jade basins under the corridor were full of large and colorful flowers. Passing through a hanging flower arch, there was a hot spring built with white jade in a quiet place, which was now emitting hot steam.

The girl's long hair was tied up in a bun and hung outside, with only a section of her smooth shoulders exposed above the water. In the dim morning light, it was hard to tell which was more translucent, the skin on her shoulder or the white marble pool wall.

"What are you doing here?" Yao Yue heard footsteps behind her and opened her eyes lazily.

Jiang Mi took two steps at a time and walked over to her, putting his hand on her shoulder. His voice was hoarse with eagerness and longing that could not be concealed: "I... I haven't seen you for half a month. I just want to see you."

No one who heard this tone would believe that it came from the Demon Emperor's mouth. It was so humble, it even sounded like begging. Even the palace maid standing by took a step back in fear.

Yao Yue turned her head slightly, looked him up and down for a moment, and said calmly: "Have you seen it?"

——The illusion was broken into, and the caster was naturally the most aware of it. After that night, Jiang Mi added more than one illusion outside the Demon Palace. The wider the coverage and the longer the illusion lasted, the more mana it consumed. However, Jiang Mi had the Heavenly Star Scripture and the True Demon Blood, so this level of loss was only a drop in the bucket. She could not find a way to break this illusion from the inside; from the outside, the caster had to exhaust his mana or die before it could be solved.

The Netherworld will catalyze the seven emotions and six desires of the demon cultivators. For example, the lustful ones will become even more lustful; the bloodthirsty ones will kill more people; the jealous ones will be more vindictive. The reasons for Jiang Mi's fall into the demon world are anger and fear, and both are closely related to her.

Most demon cultivators would set up an anchor point in their sea of ​​consciousness. No matter how their emotions fluctuated, as long as they remembered this anchor point, they would not be completely controlled by the demonic energy and would not become a demon without consciousness. For safety reasons, this anchor point was usually a dead object or a place.

——But it was obvious that Jiang Mi regarded her, a living person, as an anchor.

If she insisted on leaving, the Demon Emperor would probably turn into a killing machine like the one on Shenglongtai again. By then, all the people in Jiuzhou would suffer, and the two of them would inevitably come to blows... This was something she wanted to avoid at all costs.

So she refused the help of the demon that day, and was imprisoned by him for five years.

Normally, she could go around the Demon Realm with him, but half a month ago, after she received the Fushui Sword sent by Zhang Chi, she somehow aroused his fear, and even the Demon Palace refused to let her out. It happened that the officials of the Demon Realm jointly petitioned the Demon Emperor to take a concubine, so she moved directly to the side hall and did not allow anyone to let the Demon Emperor in.

The palace servants who had served in the Demon Palace in recent years had already figured it out: Miss Baili's words were the imperial decree, and even if the Demon Emperor had other intentions, he would not be punished if he listened to Miss Baili. But today Jiang Mi really couldn't stand it anymore, and after leaving the court, he knocked out the palace maid guarding the door and rushed in.

Through the luxurious fabric on his back, one could see the lines of Jiang Mi's back highlighted by his tense muscles: "Yao Yue, I won't take a concubine. You are the only one I have..."

The girl suddenly laughed, turned her head and looked at him sarcastically. Her skin was white and rosy in the steam, and her eyelashes looked particularly dark because they were covered with tiny water droplets.

"You are so self-indulgent. No one will stop you even if you give in to a hundred of them."

She dropped her eyelashes indifferently, and from Jiang Mi's high angle, he could just see the arc of her eye. He stopped talking hoarsely, his Adam's apple slid up and down fiercely, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The rings and bracelets jingled, and the maids who had just been knocked unconscious came over with silver trays. On the silver trays were fairy fruit tea and bath towels. The tea was emerald green, pleasant, clear and sweet. Jiang Mi felt thirsty and drank two or three cups before he stopped. He looked up and saw Yao Yue had come out of the bath, draped a large and soft white satin robe, and threw the bath towel to the maid.

She didn't even look at him: "Get lost after you finish drinking."

In the small pavilion beside the hot spring, a soft white fox fur couch had already been laid out and incense was lit. Yao Yue lay comfortably on the couch, and the maid began to massage her neck and shoulders. Her technique was extremely skillful, moving along the meridians, and it was obvious that she had received special training.

"Miss Baili, is this comfortable?"

The girl hummed, and after a moment she said, "Be more forceful." The maid increased her strength, and after about half a cup of tea, she vaguely said, "Be more forceful."

The breeze in the early morning lifted the light veil in the pavilion, mixed with a few red maple leaves falling sparsely, and the fragrance was thick. The maid noticed that Yao Yue's breathing was gradually becoming smoother, so she withdrew her hand, stood up, saluted to the Demon King, and walked away lightly.

“…”

The man just sat there, not daring to move, reducing his presence to the minimum, and watched his beloved fall asleep so casually just a few steps away. At least at this moment, Yao Yue looked very peaceful and serene when she was sleeping, and could be described as cute and innocent.

However, Jiang Mi didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't even realize what he was doing. When he reacted, he was already standing beside the couch, massaging the girl's back through a thin layer of silk. He had never learned massage, but his hands were strong, and the abundant magic power penetrated into the meridians under the skin through the palm of his hand, creating a slightly warm touch. The meridians also slowly stretched out with the infusion of magic power, making the girl utter a comfortable murmur.

Jiang Mi pressed down along the spine little by little to the waist, and restrained himself and stopped before touching a softer place.

"Hmm..." Yao Yue stretched and rubbed her eyes, "You served me well."

Her long hair was tied behind her head with a red ribbon, and the few strands that were not tied up fell down beside her ears. The skin on her slender neck was white and delicate, like ice and snow; her long hair was as black as black jade and as thin as soft satin. The contrast between her hair and skin made her look like an exquisite and otherworldly jade statue.

When she turned over and saw the person serving her, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows: "Why haven't you left yet?"

The girl's expression seemed a little mean and malicious, but there was also a kind of unruly and uninhibited charm about her that made it impossible to look away.

The next second, the man's scorching kiss fell on her lips, as if he had some obsession with the entanglement of lips and teeth, and wanted to use it to swallow her alive into her bones and blood.

Yao Yue wanted to struggle, but for some reason she had no strength in her hands and feet, as if she was drunk. A strange warmth rose from the bottom of her heart, making it impossible for her to put on a straight face and truly resist anything.

The young man stood in front of her against the light, wearing a dark black court robe with golden dragon patterns and ivory-colored body armor. His shoulders and back looked very straight. From Yao Yue's perspective, he looked broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted. The tight waistband outlined the perfect lines of his upper body, faintly emitting an indescribable sense of oppression.

"I served you well, so there's no reward?"

The disheveled bathrobe was not completely removed, and a large area of ​​bare skin on her back was pressed tightly against the soft white fox fur couch. The man's fingertips slid down along the back of her head, along her cervical spine, inch by inch, as if he was carefully examining his own treasure.

"Yao Yue..." Jiang Mi seemed to say something in his ear in a trance, with a strange tremor in his tone -

"Be my queen..."

Yao Yue slowly raised her head and looked at him. This movement was so difficult that her neck bones felt stagnant as she moved inch by inch: "...what did you say?"

Jiang Mi met her gaze and smiled, then took her hand and placed it against his powerfully beating heart.

"I want to marry you."

In the morning light, his face was so handsome that it made one's heart beat faster, and his dark golden eyes flickered slightly, as if overflowing with uncontrollable warmth among the bright stars.

For a moment, an indescribable emotion flashed across the girl's eyes, which seemed to be a mixture of shame, embarrassment, attachment and pain. But it was only for a moment, and she revealed a cruel smile -

"I refuse."

The cool autumn breeze blew by, and the grass and trees around the hot spring rustled.

Jiang Mi was stunned. For a moment, he thought there was something wrong with his ears. Then, a trembling electric current rushed through his blood and all his limbs. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into the flesh of his fingertips. He opened his mouth, but it was difficult for his throat to make a sound. After a moment, he said with difficulty: "Am I still... not worthy of you..."

Yao Yue frowned and stood up straight, her voice still hoarse from the pleasure:

"If I can't even leave the Demon Palace, I might as well not be a queen."

The young man's Adam's apple slid suddenly, and then he reached out to pull the girl back, lowered his head and kissed her hard! For a moment she was stunned, so much so that her teeth loosened, and her lips and tongue were forced to entangle tightly. The familiar and pleasant male scent seemed to be sour and resentful, and it enveloped her in an instant, and poured into her whole body along with the saliva she swallowed quickly.

After a long while, he finally let go of her and spoke tremblingly. Although he tried his best to suppress it, his voice still brought out rapid and broken gasps: "I will wait until you are willing..."

Yao Yue's expression didn't change, but there was a hidden uneasiness in her eyes.

"You..." She paused, choosing her words for a long time, and couldn't help asking, "Do you regret following me to the Soul Devouring Tower now?"

The girl wasn't the type to ask such nonsense, but Jiang Mi heard the real question behind this sentence from her uncharacteristic behavior.

——My one sentence has led you to the path of evil and there is no return. Don’t you blame me?

He paused, his dark golden eyes staring at her without a single mistake, and spoke slowly but clearly: "That was the luckiest thing in my life."

If he hadn't gone to the Soul Devouring Tower, he would probably still be busy harvesting in the fields. And his fairy would still be like the moon in the sky, out of reach.

Now being able to stand side by side with Yao Yue is what he has always dreamed of and it couldn't be more wonderful.

The girl paused, as if something sour and hard was stuck in her throat. She looked at Jiang Mi, but it seemed as if she saw through him a more obscure and distant future. After a long time, a silent, long and deep sigh gradually emerged in her eyes.

She seemed unwilling to say anything more. She turned around and put on her bathrobe again, but he reached out and grabbed the back of her hair and kissed the side of her neck in fascination.

"I haven't seen you for half a month..." Jiang Mi held the girl in his arms and looked down at him gently, "Don't leave in a hurry."

She raised her head and moved closer, the tips of her long eyelashes almost touching his cheek. If she moved slightly lower, she could easily kiss his moist and soft lips.

——Those red lips always uttered all kinds of harsh words, but at this moment they opened slightly powerlessly, revealing a faint gleam of water due to excessive biting.

"Um - I'm going to use the Apparition Array to chat with Sister Shuangshuang in a bit."

In addition to the teleportation array, the Xingji Pavilion used the most was the appearance array, which could see the other person's appearance thousands of miles away. Of course, since she rejected Xingyuan's proposal, she could no longer use these two. The appearance array required the other party's position to be calculated in advance, so few people except the disciples of the Xingji Pavilion could master it. Fortunately, the demon Taoist national master was well-versed in ancient and modern times, and this array was easy to use.

"Let's go tomorrow." He held her waist tightly with one hand as if he was afraid that she would slip away.

Yao Yue has so many people in his heart, but he only has her...

She stopped struggling and leaned against his chest, staring at the water with lazy and distracted eyes. She suddenly recalled a sentence her master often said to her when she was young -

"Love leaves, hatred meets, what you seek cannot be obtained, what you cannot overcome, what you cannot understand."