Yunmozhou, Quanxing.

Wuqu City was still prosperous, with a long street of ten miles, pearls and jades lined up on the streets, and silks and brocades filled every household, as well as hairpins with gold tassels and peony brocade. Even at dusk, people were still coming and going, and the sound of hawking and shouting could be heard. Small buildings with double eaves were lined up one after another, and the immortal official residence in the deepest part was quiet and solemn.

In the past three hundred years, the gatekeepers of the Immortal Official Residence have been replaced several times. Qin Qianxue's sword speed is not as fast as Jiang Mi's, and they have not arrived yet, so the two of them are naturally stopped outside the door.

"The Immortal Official's residence, no one is allowed to enter."

Jiang Mi, the demon king, was known to everyone for his white hair and golden eyes. He was too conspicuous. In order not to cause a disturbance, he changed his appearance. Now he was just an ordinary young man with a cold expression. The girl didn't disguise herself, but it had been a long time since these disciples had seen her.

"Go inform Zhang Chi and tell him that Baili Yaoyue is back."

"Baili Yaoyue?" The two disciples looked at each other and laughed, "Our master has been in heaven for three hundred years. Girl, you should go play somewhere else."

Jiang Mi frowned and was about to take action when he saw two people wearing Xingji Pavilion disciple uniforms coming out. He suddenly paused and asked, "People from Xingji Pavilion can come in casually?"

After saying that, the young man turned his head and glanced at her, his eyes half smiling but half not smiling. A chill ran up her spine like lightning and Yao Yue's eyes suddenly changed. She wanted to cast a silencing spell to shut up the two disciples.

"Yes, in the past when the Immortal Alliance and Quan Xing were at loggerheads, Xing Yuan would come directly to our Master Baili." The disciple couldn't understand the atmosphere between the two, and continued to speak with great pride, "People from Medicine King Valley and Great Freedom Hall also come here frequently. It seems that the prince of Lingxiao Sect, who was exterminated hundreds of years ago, also stayed here for a few days. What was his name?"

“…Ling Wujie.” The man spoke softly, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. However, beneath his calm and restrained appearance like deep water, there seemed to be a hint of violence and confusion about to burst out.

"Yes, yes, it's that young man. I heard that he is very generous - Hey! Who allowed you to go in?" The two disciples wanted to chase after him, but were knocked to the ground by a powerful magic power and could not get up for a long time.

Carved railings and jade bricks, and the rippling lake water run through the entire courtyard, with deep twists and turns. From a distance, it looks like the lotus flowers are in full bloom. In fact, in this spring season, the lotus flowers are smeared with gold powder and rouge, and from a distance they look like a dream, jade, and fairy flowers. He doesn't need her to point the way, he knows where her boudoir is -

Ever since she went to Lanxue Pavilion, Zhang Chi set up a static barrier there. Nothing has changed in three hundred years, as if she had never left.

After a few jumps, he had already entered the water pavilion carrying the girl. The barrier was invalidated by the intrusion of the two and the air began to flow again.

Fine-brush paintings of flowers and birds were hung on the wall, and in the corner was a huge enamel bonsai with jade peach branches. The light and fragrant calming fragrance slowly drifted away, which was truly rich and elegant. There was a suet jade bottle with five-colored daffodils in it by the window frame. Jiang Mi's eyes lingered for a moment, and he said lightly: "It should be replaced with crabapples."

Yao Yue had a bad feeling in her heart: "…What are we doing here?"

“Xing Yuan and Ling Wujie can come, but I can’t?”

The young man had returned to his original appearance, his dark golden eyes were like the eyes of some cold-blooded animal, frightening to the touch. His cold and handsome face seemed to be frozen by time, especially when he was staring at something, it was as if he was standing on a snowy mountain, looking down at all living things from a distant angle.

"Who said they were here? I always met them... in the front hall." Although they had indeed been here, she would never admit it now.

His expression did not ease after hearing her words. He immediately picked her up and pressed her down on the bed, slowly taking off her clothes.

Yao Yue panicked, but as soon as she moved, her wrist was clamped and she was pressed back to the pillow. She could only struggle in vain, "Let's go see Sister Shuangshuang first... Jiang Mi, don't do this..."

Jiang Mi now made her feel strange and scary. Although the room was very warm, his eyes made her feel a chill like thorns on her back, just like the careless and playful attitude of a wild animal before killing its prey.

The man pressed her tightly against the bed, staring into her eyes. For a moment, he seemed possessed, with a flash of scarlet:

"Have you thought about me?"

This sentence seemed familiar. At that time, he would stammer and ask, "Does Yaoyue miss me too?"

I would feel sad and even cry because of a joke she made.

——But she knew Jiang Mi wouldn’t do that now.

Love is as deadly as poison. The deeper it is, the more dangerous it is. You never know when it will turn into hatred and loathing in an instant. This has always been the case.

She knew that no matter what she said, she would not be able to calm the anger and hatred that had been pent up in his heart for three hundred years. She tried to push him away, but her fingers were trembling so badly from his pressure that she had no strength left. He easily grasped them in his palm, intertwining their fingers in a lingering manner.

Then, her breaths intertwined, and the sobs in her throat were firmly and undeniably blocked, sounding like some kind of secret crying. After a while, he held the girl's chin, and brushed the tip of his thumb across the corners of her raven-like black eyes, speaking in a steady and low tone:

"Answer me."

The girl's eyes were misty, and her cherry lips were stained red by his kisses. She finally uttered one word: "...I want to."

"Really?" Hearing this answer, Jiang Mi's expression was unusually calm, and his voice was light but meaningful. "What do you think?"

The young man's body was as tight as a rock, with his thighs and arms showing the lines of taut flesh and bones. There was a kind of burning heat hidden in that coldness, as if it would burst out uncontrollably if there was just one more spark.

“I…” Yao Yue’s body was somewhat stiff, her face showing obvious guilt, and her heart hated that evil Taoist—

If the Soul-Forgetting Needle had not been taken out, Jiang Mi would not be so desperate and tormented, and his temperament would not have changed so drastically.

The man kissed the corner of her lips, even with a hint of a smile on his face, but his eyes revealed undisguised sinisterness and anger.

"You miss me, so you come to me in your dreams once every two hundred years?"

“…”

"You missed me, so you ran away with Xing Yuan as soon as you came down to earth?"

Without waiting for her to explain, he kissed her roughly. Her lips were bitten so hard that they hurt, and the tip of her tongue was broken, and there was a strong smell of blood. This smell made Jiang Mi very happy.

A feeling of grievance and anger suddenly rushed to the top of her head. Yao Yue reached out to push and scratch him, but she was only at the Qi Refining Realm now, and her whole body was pressed tightly by him. Even her scratching did not leave any mark on his body. He was like a helpless kitten, and could only make a few pitiful whimpers from his throat.

"I heard that the secret technique of the Xingji Pavilion can interrogate the gods and communicate directly with the immortal world." His grip suddenly increased, and his five fingers pinched into the flesh of her waist like shackles. His eyes became very strange, as if he wanted to open his mouth and bite her alive and devour her, or as if he wanted to press her into his arms and embed her into his flesh, so that even their hearts were pressed together and could not be separated. "How many times have you spoken in the past three hundred years?"

When you're not looking for him, are you always chatting and laughing with Xing Yuan?

Otherwise, why would he be so eager to go to the Star Machine Pavilion as soon as he came down to earth?

"No..." Xingyuan did try to call her, but she never responded.

The next second, she felt as if a sharp sword had pierced her lower abdomen. She pinched his shoulders and gasped in pain.

Hundreds of years of separation and depression turned into a stronger stimulus at this moment, like fine wine suddenly poured into a raging fire, or like a basin of cold water suddenly poured into a boiling oil pan, making his entire brain explode.

The long-lost instinct burned in his blood vessels, and every tiny nerve ending trembled. He was so eager to confirm his ownership that his heart was trembling slightly.

Yaoyue is mine, completely mine. You can't leave me, never again.

The girl's eyes quickly became moist, and her lips unconsciously opened slightly because of the pain. He was so excited that his eyes turned slightly red, and his voice was strangely proud: "This is the only place on your body that really misses me, right?"

How could Xing Yuan Xiu, who practiced the ruthless way, serve her? Only he, only he could satisfy her...

"It hurts - get away...ah - get away from me..." She turned her head to avoid his kiss, but he bit her harder and harder in return.

In the past, Jiang Mi would ask her if she was feeling comfortable, and she would joke that she would get nervous if she felt uncomfortable, and would never let her feel so much pain...

"Yao Yue loves to speak sarcastically."

She closed her eyes tightly in embarrassment, her long eyelashes trembling violently, and she looked rarely vulnerable.

The dark thoughts that had been there for a long time had nowhere to hide. Jiang Mi sneered and wanted to say something impulsively, but he didn't say it in the end. He kissed the girl's collarbone madly, leaving teeth marks on her fair and smooth skin. He was greedy and didn't let go of even an inch of skin.

The saliva on the girl's lips flowed down his fingers. The proud, talented and brilliant Ninth Heaven Fairy was tormented to the point of being unable to live or die, and she leaned limply in his arms, completely unable to put on that arrogant and wanton face.

With such sentiments in mind, even a saint would turn into a beast, not to mention that he is already a beast possessed by a demon.

She was bitten almost all over by him, and the force was intended to leave marks. In a trance, she felt that Jiang Mi had really turned into a monster and was eating her up, consuming her flesh and blood inch by inch: "Someone come - Qin Qianxue... Sister Shuangshuang... save me..."

No one would dare to come in, for the Imperial Heavenly Sword was hanging at the entrance of the pavilion, waiting to chop off the head of anyone who broke in.

"Why are you shouting for help? You are safest next to me." Their two bodies were pressed tightly together. His voice was calm and slightly mocking. He then leaned over and kissed her.

Her whole body seemed to be soaked in water, and her blood rushed to her eardrums, making a roar. However, Jiang Mi leaned over to her ear and whispered confidently, "Let's get married..."

Three hundred years ago, they should have been husband and wife.

She opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word. Her whole body was exhausted and she was shaking in vain. The overstimulation finally caused her consciousness to completely break down. She fell into Jiang Mi's arms and quickly fell into the abyss of darkness.