"Miss Ziyan, I..."

Before Jiang Zhige could finish his words, he felt a delicate body throw itself into his arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Mo Ziyan cried loudly, choking to the point of almost being unable to breathe, and her tears soaked Jiang Zhige's clothes.

She was not stupid. What kind of Demon Lord would appear in such a strange and coincidental way? Taking a step back, if Jiang Zhige was really the Demon Lord of Xuancang Holy Land, why would he, who had been indifferent in the past, explain his identity so seriously and carefully?

Jiang Zhige was speechless and did not move for a moment.

At this moment, the desolate and desolate wasteland seemed like a vast land full of vitality, making the gray and white world of Mo Ziyan, which was empty, glow with colorful colors again.

Whether it was lost and recovered, or revived from the ashes, these words are far from enough to describe her state of mind.

Mo Ziyan just wanted time to stay at this moment forever, so that she could really touch him, feel his body temperature, and feel his heartbeat.

I don’t know how much time has passed, but Mo Ziyan is still crying.

Her cry was not sad, but it was extremely heartbreaking, which moved Jiang Zhige so much that his eyes became moist.

"Girl, it's time to let go."

Jiang Zhige's voice was hoarse and he didn't dare to look into Mo Ziyan's eyes.

Hearing this, Mo Ziyan's tears became more violent. She hugged Jiang Zhige and cried out at the top of her lungs, "I don't want it! I don't want it! Ziyan would rather die than let Master leave again!!"

At this moment, Mo Ziyan is no longer a celestial beauty who is stunningly beautiful, nor is she a gentle and considerate fairy, but a naive and ignorant girl.

She cried so capriciously, and it made people feel distressed.

Jiang Zhige's eyes were sore and he almost cried out loud.

Fortunately, his face was hidden by a mask, so no one could see his expression.

After a long time, Mo Ziyan's crying finally eased a little.

She hugged Jiang Zhige tightly and sobbed, expressing her emotions intermittently.

Mo Ziyan had too many suppressed emotions, and it seemed as if she could never finish expressing them. Jiang Zhige did not interrupt her and listened quietly to her every word.

I think about it deeply and cry bitterly.

I feel so guilty and painful.

There is too much sorrow and too much regret, and it would take another thousand years to tell them all.

Mo Ziyan has a high level of cultivation, but in the face of these emotions, she is just a fragile and sensitive girl, just a candle swaying in the wind, who can only choose to escape and seek relief by dying.

Now, Mo Ziyan is in Jiang Zhige's arms. No matter whether she can be forgiven or not, at least she still has the opportunity to confess everything to the love of her life.

"Master."

"Zi Yan is really scared, really scared."

Mo Ziyan was still sobbing, but she finally had the courage to look up at Jiang Zhige.

She was very scared, afraid that the current situation was just a dream, and afraid that Jiang Zhige would leave her arms again.

"Girl, I'm not your master."

Jiang Zhige closed his eyes tightly and didn't have the courage to look directly at Mo Ziyan from beginning to end.

"That's right, a thousand years have passed, and Master is no longer just Master."

Mo Ziyan's voice choked with sobs and she reached out to take off Jiang Zhige's mask.

"If I live, I will come back. If I die, I will miss you forever."

"You said back then that if we could meet again, we would be husband and wife."

The man in Mo Ziyan's arms at this moment was already her husband who had been married to her three times.

Even if Jiang Zhige changed his voice, body shape and even breath, those subtle details in his words and actions, those imperceptible instincts and habits, have already destined him to be Jiang Zhige.

Jiang Zhige blocked Mo Ziyan's hand and resolutely stood up with his back to her.

"If we can meet again, we will be husband and wife."

"It's a pity that your boyfriend is indeed dead."

Whether it is the Emperor Xuan Cang in memory or the Demon Emperor in the online novel, they have all become a thing of the past and disappeared.

Now, there is only one time traveler who has taken over the old man's nest, and only one Jiang Pingchuan living in the mortal world.

Tears welled up in Mo Ziyan's eyes again, and she trembled as she asked, "Master, are you still leaving?"

Jiang Zhige did not answer and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

"Master."

Mo Ziyan lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

Although she was still crying this time, she no longer had the previous collapse and despair.

Because Mo Ziyan also knew that she was not qualified to seek forgiveness now, let alone talk about the word "love".

The joy of reuniting with Jiang Zhige was already shameless.

Now that she knew Jiang Zhige was still alive, Mo Ziyan would no longer be foolish enough to go to her death.

So Jiang Zhige did not hesitate and directly chose to leave the Great Wilderness.

He had never thought of "reconciling" with Mo Ziyan from the beginning. He came all the way to the wilderness just to save Mo Ziyan's life.

Three days later, outside Qinghe Village.

Jiang Zhige had just returned to the forest and did not see Ning Qiu Shui. He only saw Qi Muyao fiddling with something not far away.

Jiang Zhige frowned slightly and walked forward to take a look. Qi Muyao was indeed embroidering again, with her pair of fair little hands covered in blood.

"Didn't I tell you not to embroider anymore?"

For some reason, Jiang Zhige just felt annoyed at this moment and had no mood to persuade in a gentle voice.

Hearing Jiang Zhige's stern voice, Qi Muyao was startled at first, then hid her hands behind her back in panic.

"Brother Chuan, I..."

"Could it be that I, Jiang Pingchuan, can't give you the sense of security you deserve?"

Jiang Zhige looked straight at Qi Muyao, as if he was interrogating her.

Staying here, she won't have to worry about food and clothing in the future, and she has Ning Qiu Shui to keep her company on weekdays. Why does Qi Muyao still want to do embroidery?

Jiang Zhige tried three times to persuade Qi Muyao not to hurt herself, and even took the trouble to tell her stories, but was there no effect at all?

"No, no, Mu Yao just wanted to."

Qi Muyao was at a loss, and was so anxious that tears were about to come out.

Jiang Zhige was about to ask more questions when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the embroidered amulet that Qi Muyao hid behind her back.

The amulet was very rough, ugly to the point of being ugly, with the three characters "Jiang Pingchuan" embroidered crookedly on it.

Jiang Zhige was slightly stunned. For Qi Muyao, making a handmade amulet was more difficult than embroidering a doll. Although the embroidery thread Qi Muyao used was very thick, one could still tell how much effort she had put into it.

When he came to his senses, Jiang Zhige couldn't help but sigh and suddenly felt a little ashamed.

"Ayao, I'm sorry."

Because of Mo Ziyan's matter, Jiang Zhige has been in a state of confusion these days and is not as calm as before.

Seeing Qi Muyao secretly embroidering again, he just felt indifferent and didn't consider Qi Muyao's feelings at all.