"I've been dreaming a lot lately." Ye Wanyin said suddenly, and the beginning was a bit incoherent.
However, Jun Yanli seemed to realize something. He looked at the teacup in front of him, and the water rippled slightly, disturbing the tranquility.
"Ever since the battle at Sunset Demon Valley, I haven't had a single dream in the past month." Ye Wanyin revealed some memories. "Probably, the number of dreams I've had in the past ten years combined is not as many as this month."
"Do you know, among all the fragmented dreams, the one that appears most often is a golden lotus. It's like the sun hanging high in the sky, with many people kneeling to worship it... just like the move you taught me that day, the golden lotus released through my hands."
A lot of confusion.
There are still many things that Ye Wanyin wants to understand, but she doesn't know where to put her efforts.
Only this golden lotus is her only breakthrough now!
"You shouldn't use those to deal with me, right?" Ye Wanyin said softly.
She did not avoid Jun Yanli's gaze.
Instead, it was Jun Yanli who averted his gaze first.
"Of course not."
Jun Yanli asked, "Do you really want to know?"
He looked over again.
"Yes." Ye Wanyin said affirmatively: "I was not sure at first, but your attitude now makes me more determined."
Jun Yanli slowly stood up and extended a hand towards her.
Ye Wanyin was puzzled.
A tall shadow loomed in front of her, and as she raised her head, several familiar images suddenly flashed through her mind. It seemed that many years ago... No, it shouldn't be many years ago, but a very, very long time ago, she had also seen the current action.
"Seeing is believing, isn't it?" He smiled, and seemed more frank than she appeared. He did not retract the hand he extended, he was waiting.
Until Ye Wanyin hesitantly put her hand into his.
The hand that could easily completely wrap around this soft, boneless hand slowly closed. The force was not strong, but it was still difficult to break free.
"Even if you didn't ask, I would have told you today."
Before Ye Wanyin could react, she was startled and her whole body was carried away by the force of the person in front of her. She fell into his arms with her body stiff and straight, followed by a dizzying feeling!
Ye Wanyin: "????"
That’s what we say.
Can you please stop turning?
…
Tianfeng Continent, Supreme Court of Light.
The temple bathed in holy light is suspended in the air.
At first glance, it is filled with majesty and sacredness, making people feel intimidated when they look up.
At this moment, in the largest palace in the middle, a scene was taking place. If this were told to others, ninety-nine out of a hundred people would think that the person who said this had lost his mind!
His Royal Highness the Son of the Supreme Court of Light—
He was actually kneeling on one knee on the ground, seriously injured, and his breathing was visibly heavy.
Kneeling beside him, even with his legs lowered, was the Supreme Court of Light, the ruler of this continent, the Holy Lord!
Unlike Mo Chi, the Holy Lord did not have any wounds on his body, but he was obviously very frightened, and his face was so gloomy that it looked like water could drip from it.
In front of them.
But then he saw a man in black, his true face invisible, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a shadow that even light could not dispel. The terrifying pressure that was enough to crush the two people present came from this man!
"Ink Pond."
"Do you know what you've done?"
The man in black slowly walked down the stairs, his pressure growing stronger with each step. The next moment, he moved directly in front of Mo Chi, forcing him to raise his head. "You disappoint me so much. Do you know that you almost ruined my clan's cause?"
"Really... Oh, then please kill me, so that the demon clan's great cause can be just around the corner!" Mo Chi did not struggle. He endured the discomfort brought by the pain in his body, and a shocking madness burst out of his indifferent eyes. "You can't do it, why don't I do it myself..."
"Bang!"
A crisp slap was heard.
The Holy Lord next to him was so frightened that he trembled and lowered his head even more and dared not speak.
"Aren't you a little too bold? Is this how you talk to me?" The man in black snorted coldly, his hand slowly behind his back, his tone filled with intense anger: "Do you really think I dare not kill you?!"
"If you wanted to kill him, you would have done it long ago. Killing him now doesn't go against the principle that your efforts must be rewarded."
Mo Chi wasn't surprised at all. Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth as he sneered disapprovingly, "Am I right, Father?"
"You and your mother are so much alike..." The man in black was not angered, but said in a deep voice.
There was a brief pause on Mo Chi's face.
His chest heaved violently for a few seconds, but in the end, he forced himself to suppress it. "That's a blessing. If it weren't for this resemblance, I would have died at your hands long ago."
The man in black sneered.
No one admitted it, but no one refuted it either.
Back then, he did think of killing the newly born Mo Chi, but it was Mo Chi's mother who threatened to kill him that saved his life... However, the real time when Mo Chi faced life and death should have been the day when Mo Chi's mother died.
The child of the person who betrayed him has no reason to live, even if he has his blood in him!
Why did you stay in the end...
He didn't understand that in the blink of an eye, Mo Chi had already been exiled to the upper realm by him and grew up.
"Kill that Ye Wanyin, otherwise, you won't live either!"
The man in black issued an ultimatum and left in anger.
The black shadow engulfed his body. When the black fog dissipated, there was no man in black left, only Mo Chi and the Holy Lord.
"Young Master, you should listen to the clan leader's words. This Ye Wanyin cannot be kept!"
The Holy Lord dared to speak at this time, but his voice was still very low. He looked at Mo Chi's face carefully, and his thoughts were already surging in his heart.
In short, he received orders from the clan leader to monitor Mo Chi's every move.
Once we discover that he is suspected of betrayal, we must immediately eliminate him completely!
Mo Chi clutched his chest and struggled to stand up, his tone full of sarcasm: "Heh."
Nothing was said.
Mo Chi disappeared in the hall.
"No, I can't wait any longer..." The Holy Lord stood up, his face like a color palette, sometimes blue, sometimes purple, and sometimes red.
If Mo Chi hadn't been forcing the situation here, he would have sent people to wipe out the Sunset Demon Valley long ago!
Instead of sending out so many people who are just pretending to be there.
As for Ye Wanyin.
The Holy Lord frowned.
Was it his illusion? He always felt that he had seen him many times, but in fact, the young lady of the Ye family of Xuanyue Country had no qualifications to see him.
Looking at the clan leader's attitude, it was obvious that he also knew Ye Wanyin...
"Who are you?" A fierce look flashed across the Saint Lord's eyes. "No matter what your origins are, even if you're a dragon in the Tianfeng Continent, you have to stay still!"
"Contact the various tribes—"
"Encircle and attack Ye Wanyin with all your strength! Kill every last monster!!"
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