"I came here today only to ask you to report to Emperor Hange for me."

Jiang Zhige lowered his head even lower, as if to express his apology.

Seeing this, Wan Xia secretly became suspicious. How could the once arrogant Demon Emperor Xuan Cang become so humble?

Logically speaking, no matter how much he cared about the woman in his arms, Jiang Zhige would never bow to Wan Xia, a half-emperor.

Wanxia shook her head but did not lower her guard.

She will never forget the despair she felt when Jiang Zhige single-handedly razed the Beili Holy Land.

No matter what Jiang Zhige becomes, he is still a vicious demon.

Just when Wanxia was about to refuse, Mo Ziyan next to her suddenly pulled her hand.

"Sister Wanxia."

Mo Ziyan didn't know what to say, she just looked at Wanxia with a pair of innocent big eyes.

She didn't know why Jiang Zhige came, but she could feel an unprecedented sense of intimacy from Jiang Zhige, and subconsciously wanted Wanxia to help Jiang Zhige.

Wanxia looked embarrassed and whispered, "Saint, he is the enemy of our Beili Holy Land."

Mo Ziyan seemed very sad when she heard this and gently let go of her hand.

Wan Xia suddenly felt a headache. She also understood that Mo Ziyan, who was equivalent to an eight-year-old girl, had no idea what hatred was or was not. "Well, I'll report it to you."

"But whether the emperor is willing to see you is another matter."

Wanxia sighed helplessly. Anyway, it was impossible for Su Qingqiu to come to see Jiang Zhige. Only by reporting to him could Jiang Zhige give up completely.

Wanxia clearly remembered that when Su Qingqiu returned, there were clear traces of tears on his face. After handing Mo Ziyan to Wanxia's care, he locked himself in the room and refused to see outsiders.

At that time, Wanxia was shocked beyond words and her worldview was about to collapse.

What kind of outrageous things did Jiang Zhige do to make this proud and supreme empress cry and run back to the spirit realm in shame and grief?

Although the specific past of the two is unclear, at this point, there is no way Su Qingqiu could help Jiang Zhige.

Wanxia shook her head and walked back holding Mo Ziyan's hand.

However, she stopped again after taking a few steps.

After a moment, Wan Xia looked back at Jiang Zhige and said, "Demon Emperor, there is no need to report. The Emperor has already sent me a message."

"She told you to get lost. You are not qualified to see her, let alone the Saint."

The saint that Wanxia mentioned was naturally Mo Ziyan.

Jiang Zhige was silent for a moment, then he looked up into the sky and said, "Emperor Hange, Jiang Zhige's visit this time has nothing to do with the past between you and me."

"I am only visiting you in the name of the Lord of Heaven, and I ask you to lend a hand and save this innocent girl."

"After this, regardless of success or failure, Jiang Zhige will definitely reward you handsomely."

After the words were spoken, there was no response from above for a long time.

At this time, Wanxia's expression changed slightly. She looked up at Jiang Zhige, looking very hesitant.

After struggling for a long time, Wan Xia said carefully: "Demon Emperor, my emperor said that if you want her to help you, you must kneel down and apologize, and kowtow three times."

After hearing Jiang Zhige's words, Su Qingqiu became obviously even angrier, and Wanxia could even feel her anger through the voice transmission.

Most likely, Su Qingqiu was just acting on impulse when he proposed that Jiang Zhige kneel down and apologize at this moment.

However, the person in front of him was the Xuancang Demon Emperor Jiang Zhige. What should he do if he was also angry because of this?

Jiang Zhige was silent for a long time after hearing this, and looked down at the rotting corpse in his arms.

Is this girl worthy of an emperor kneeling down to beg her?

Not worth it, not even possible to compare.

However, for Jiang Zhige, today is not worth it.

Under Wanxia's incredulous gaze, Jiang Zhige put the corpse aside and slowly bent his knees towards the Beili Palace.

Bang! My left knee hit the snow, and the sky began to be filled with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

Obviously, even the Heavenly Dao of the Spirit Realm could not withstand the kneeling ceremony of a great emperor.

Jiang Zhige knelt on his left knee, feeling disappointed.

In order to save his life, he tampered with his memory, causing Su Qingqiu and the other two girls to fall deeply in love with him. However, he was unable to respond to their affection, which was a betrayal that could never be made up for.

Bang! My right knee hit the snow, and the space began to shake, the heaven and earth were swaying.

Looking at the scene of the end of the world, Wanxia's face was filled with fear. She wanted to speak out to dissuade them but she didn't dare to.

Who could have thought that a supreme being who ruled the heavens would really kneel down for a rotting corpse? Jiang Zhige knelt on his right knee, kneeling to express his guilt for causing Mo Ziyan to lose her memory, which he could not compensate for, and also to express his sincerity in asking Su Qingqiu for help.

Just as Jiang Zhige’s forehead was about to touch the ground, a piercing cold light suddenly shot out.

Jiang Zhige did not dodge at the first moment, but hurriedly protected the rotten corpse next to him.

Qi Muyao's body has already completely decayed, and if it is destroyed by external forces, it is likely that it will never be revived.

This action instantly made Jiang Zhige lose the chance to dodge, and he was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture and flew backwards.

Wanxia was stunned at first, but before she could come to her senses, a beautiful figure appeared in front of her.

Su Qingqiu had an indifferent expression, still wearing a plain white dress, and her eyes were fixed on Jiang Zhige who was frozen into an ice sculpture.

If she doesn't take action, the spiritual realm's heavenly law will probably be shattered because of Jiang Zhige's kneeling.

"Sister Qingqiu!"

Mo Ziyan looked anxious and hurriedly ran forward to try to dissuade him.

Su Qingqiu didn't say anything, but released a wisp of cold air to prevent Mo Ziyan from approaching.

At the same time, the ice sculpture that sealed Jiang Zhige shattered into pieces.

Snap!

Jiang Zhige broke through the ice and collapsed to the ground, the blood that came out of his mouth was cold.

He did not mean to blame her at all, panting weakly and said, "Emperor Hange, she has nothing to do with you and me, please help her."

Su Qingqiu glanced at the rotting corpse, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Jiang Zhige, you found a new lover, it has nothing to do with me?"

"No, she is."

"Jiang Zhige!"

Before Jiang Zhige could finish speaking, Su Qingqiu interrupted him immediately.

She turned around, held Mo Ziyan's hand, and said coldly: "I can save you, or I can not save you."

"And you have no qualifications and no reason for me to help you."

Since Jiang Zhige wanted to put aside his feelings and discuss the matter, why would Su Qingqiu help a demon emperor? Jiang Zhige looked dazed, not knowing how to keep her.

Wanxia had a complicated expression. She didn't dare to say anything more at this moment and could only follow Su Qingqiu obediently.

Mo Ziyan's eyes were full of tears, and she said anxiously: "Sister Qingqiu, that brother is not a bad person, why don't you help him."

For some reason, although it was the first time she met Jiang Zhige, when she saw Jiang Zhige's helpless look, she felt uncomfortable and sad in her heart.

Su Qingqiu had a blank expression on his face. Without saying a word, he forcibly took Mo Ziyan's hand and walked back.

“Smile.”

Looking at the figure walking away, Jiang Zhige suddenly felt a sense of despair.