"If there is no perfect plan, I still have some friendship with the lord of Qinglin Pavilion, this seat still recommends that you take my Yaochi's token, and go to Qinglin Divine Pavilion with Xian'er to temporarily avoid the turmoil, although it is the same level as the Desolate Sword Palace, but if the Qinglin Divine Pavilion wants to protect one person, the Desolate Sword Palace will not dare to go too far. ”

"As for the higher-level, the most central Sacred Domain of the Nine Great Realms, the Divine Pavilion and the Five Great Saint Clans, they are not something that I Yao Chi can touch..."

The Holy Lord of Yaochi continued, and it could be seen that she had changed her attitude at this time, and she was really thinking about Mo Lingxuan, the 'son-in-law'.

Offending the Desolate Sword Palace is not a trivial matter, and if you are not careful, you are very likely to fall into a catastrophe.

She, the Holy Lord of Yaochi, helped Mo Lingxuan like this, in fact, she was also taking a big risk.

"It's okay, the Wild Sword Palace doesn't have the ability to force me to that level. ”

And Mo Lingxuan still responded lightly, unfazed.

"Oh well. ”

Such indifference also made the Holy Lord of Yaochi sigh secretly, and he could only be speechless, choosing to believe Mo Lingxuan.

After all, the young man in front of him will always make people know his depth...

After leaving, Murong Xian'er took Mo Lingxuan to arrange a place to live, right next to her own Wangxuan Pavilion.

When he saw the name of this girl's residence and the connection to the Wangxuan Tower where he played the piano before, Mo Lingxuan's heart couldn't help but touch again.

It seems that Yuruo's love for him is still as deep as ever.

Even if he is reincarnated, he still can't be forgotten in the subconscious of the soul.

Recalling that in his previous life, he didn't cherish the person in front of him who should be valued, but he loved Zixi alone with all his heart, Mo Lingxuan felt ridiculous for the eight demon servants under his command who were not worth it, and also for his former self.

Sometimes, the Eternal Demon Emperor will also be trapped by attachment.

It wasn't until the last sword that he woke up...

But in this life, he will not have the regrets of his previous life.

"Xian'er, go back, I will come to Wangxuan Pavilion to find you after refining the Holy Sword. ”

Seeing that the beautiful woman in white in front of him sent him to the door but still looked at him reluctantly, the corners of Mo Lingxuan's mouth couldn't help but set up a knowing smile.

He himself didn't know that once upon a time, Mo Lingxuan, the cold and ruthless Demon Emperor who could kill hundreds of millions of living beings in one step, would often smile from time to time.

Perhaps, it's because I know who the person I should value is...

"Good. ”

Xian'er nodded lightly, and there was also a smile on the beautiful cheeks of the hazy fairy, so she moved lightly and walked towards her Wangxuan Tower.

She also felt that it was getting more and more complicated in her heart, and in the dark, Xian'er felt that her connection with Mo Lingxuan was involuntarily closer.

And the missing memory in the depths of her soul has always made her feel a sense of loss, and she has an urge to get back that memory...

After Murong Xian'er left, Mo Lingxuan immediately returned to the room and summoned the Qingyu Holy Sword out.

After refining the Holy Sword, he would leave the Yaochi Holy Land with Xian'er as soon as possible.

After all, if he stays here for a longer time, he may also bring some implication to the Yaochi Holy Land.

"Buzz..."

A huge amount of spiritual consciousness poured into the sword spirit consciousness of the Qingyu Holy Sword, causing the entire Blue and White Holy Sword to tremble.

What Mo Lingxuan had to do was to erase the original consciousness of the sword spirit, so that it would be like a newborn baby, and it could recognize the master again.

"Boom..."

In the consciousness space, a violent storm suddenly set off, even if he was intimidated by Mo Lingxuan's strength, the sword spirit still wanted to resist stubbornly.

"Your old master has passed away for thousands of years, and you, even if you have fused 100,000 swords, are only a high-grade saint soldier at best, it is your honor to follow me!"

The majestic voice fell, and immediately a terrifying spiritual consciousness directly turned the storm and rain in the consciousness space into nothingness.

Mo Lingxuan was telling the truth, if he had put it in his previous life, he would not even look at such inferior weapons like scrap metal.

In this life, the strength is still weak, and this holy soldier can only be used.

The consciousness space was completely calmed down at this time, and this process only lasted for two hours, and it was naturally not difficult for Mo Lingxuan to erase the sword spirit consciousness of a holy soldier.

After imprinting his own magic seal, Mo Lingxuan abruptly withdrew the Qingyu Holy Sword into his palm.

Walking out of the door, Mo Lingxuan immediately walked towards the Wangxuan Tower opposite.

The Ice Pole Sword Technique is a peerless sword technique created for Yan Yuruo in his previous life, which is derived from the Thousand Demon Sword Technique and is matched with the Ice Pole Sword.

If you want to better exert the maximum power of the Ice Pole Sword, even if it is the original owner, Murong Xian'er still needs to learn it better.

Mo Lingxuan walked to the door of the attic of Wangxuan Tower, and just as he wanted to knock on the door to say hello, he heard a soft voice: "Master, please come in." ”

Mo Lingxuan was not polite, and then pushed the door in, and immediately, a fairy white-clothed figure in the courtyard was directly imprinted into his eyes.

Xian'er stood quietly in front of the flowers and plants, her beautiful eyes staring at the sky, the sky was getting late, and it looked even more bewildering under the moonlight.

"Master, please be seated. ”

Seeing Mo Lingxuan walk in, Murong Xian'er waved her hand, closed the door, and then slowly walked to the stone table in the courtyard, took out the jade pot, and added two cups of flower brew respectively.

She bowed slightly and put on a posture of please, Mo Lingxuan didn't sit, she also stood respectfully.

Mo Lingxuan smiled, stepped forward and sat down, and Xian'er sat quietly next to him.

The night was getting cooler, but for a while, neither of them spoke, just sometimes looking up at the night sky, sometimes staring at each other.

"Master, can you tell me the story of Yan Yuruo?"

Finally, Xian'er took the lead in breaking the silence, looked at Mo Lingxuan with a pair of beautiful eyes, bit her lip lightly and said.

She believed more and more what Mo Lingxuan said about his life experience, otherwise, she would not have felt a sense of closeness from the first time she saw Mo Lingxuan.

And that missing memory, maybe you can only learn something from Mo Lingxuan.

"Do you really want to hear it?"

Mo Lingxuan stared at the beautiful woman in front of him, and seeing that Xian'er was still light, he spoke again: "Once upon a time, there was a mortal woman, her name was Yan Yuruo......"

On this day, Mo Lingxuan said a lot.

And from beginning to end, Xian'er listened silently from the sidelines, without interrupting him at all.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and Xian'er leaned on Mo Lingxuan's shoulder, forming a beautiful scene with the quiet night.

Before he knew it, it was almost late at night, but Mo Lingxuan still hadn't finished speaking.

Almost every demon and his story could be told for days and nights.

"Master, do you like Yan Yuruo or Xian'er?"

Suddenly, Xian'er, who was nestled in Mo Lingxuan's arms, asked softly, which made Mo Lingxuan stunned for a moment, he felt that Xian'er's mood seemed to be a little different from before.

"Yan Yuruo is you, and you are also her. Whether it is Yuruo in the past or Xian'er now, they are all my Mo Lingxuan's people. ”

Mo Lingxuan responded, and at this moment, Xian'er's heart was as sweet as eating honey, and her reddish cheeks were even more tempting under the light of the night.

It is unimaginable that in the eyes of outsiders, the peerless and cold Hongchen Yixian would have such a little woman.

"Hmm..."

And at this moment, Mo Lingxuan suddenly felt a pair of slender jade hands gently wrapping around his neck, and the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms became more and more intimate.

A fragrant breeze was blowing in his nose, and Mo Lingxuan only saw a beautiful white cheek getting closer and closer to him, and then, a wonderful warm lip flap was attached to his mouth...

PS: I've been killing people, the protagonists are tired, let's have some warmth~ hehe

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