Yu Tianqi tugged at the corners of his mouth, moved his feet, moved away from her, stretched out his hand in front of her, and motioned for her to leave.

His white jade-like hands stayed there, with a warm smile on his face, without the slightest sense of embarrassment, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a gentleman.

Seeing him like this, Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and just wanted to take a step, but paused, retracted his steps, and his eyes fell on him.

He can be regarded as saving himself, if he doesn't even leave a name, wouldn't it be a little unkind?

Well, it doesn't hurt to tell him.

So he looked at him indifferently and said, "My name is Su Mo."

"Hello Su Mo, I'm Yu Tianqi"

Yu Tianqi was still smiling gently, his bright eyes shining in the sun, which was a little dazzling.

Su Mo moved her gaze in a panic, stared at the ground, and took a deep breath, she raised her head and glanced at Yu Tianqi, her eyes flowing, but she was very calm.

"I'm sorry, I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

Su Mo's distant back gradually lengthened, and there was no one with her on the bustling street.

Pedestrians run their own lives, as if she is just a passerby, or maybe to Yu Tianqi, she is also just a passerby.

Yu Tianqi stood in place knowing that the figure had disappeared, his narrow eyes narrowed.

In that direction was the center of the Demon Capital, where there was no place to rest or play.

Could it be... Is she going to the Demon Palace?

Having finalized his idea, Yu Tianqi took a deep look in that direction, bent down to pick up the fan on the ground, and walked in the opposite direction.

——

"Thorn, stab, stab"

A pile of black objects was burning with flames, Zhao Jiuchen floated in mid-air and stared at the flames, the golden light reflected on his face, a little dazzling.

It has been more than a year since the refining of the broken void stone, and there is enough time, just wait for the soul to invest, and the key can be formed.

If he had the key, he would not be far from being done.

The stones had melted into a pool of black water that flowed on the ground, with a unique sheen circulating on the surface.

Zhao Jiuchen didn't take any action, his slender fingers clasped tightly at the stone, his fingers turned white, and the force seemed to crush it.

The souls were deeply resentful, desperately resisting, and the stones shook slightly, as if they were screaming, struggling, unwilling to be trapped there, and finally turned to ashes.

He secretly used his divine power, and continued to merge into the stone, the purple light and the evil force fought with each other, and the stone changed from a violent tremor to a slight tremor, and at the same time as the purple light was released, it completely stopped moving.

Ye Li...

For some reason, in this scene that should have nothing to do with her, Zhao Jiuchen had her in his mind.

"Ah Chen, is it okay for me to call you Ah Chen, the meaning of the Nine Heavens Star"

"Can I skip this?"

"Ah Chen, I love you, I love you, I love you"

Every word she spoke, the tone and the scene in which she said these words seemed to be imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

She's stupid, really stupid.

Stupid enough to believe him without any scruples, stupid enough to think that everything he says is right.

There was a sudden coldness on his face, Zhao Jiuchen raised his hand and touched it, the wetness on his fingers flickered a little under the firelight.

Heh, did he actually cry?

For a pawn, a fool.

A woman who doesn't do anything and only drags her feet?

is still a fool who believes in him unconditionally, even if he asks her to die, she will not hesitate.

"What, shaken?"

The voice of the God of Slaughter sounded in time, with some taunts.

"No, I understand that what I want is to build that splendid country, to step on top of ten thousand people, to be the king of the world, and to be the king of the world!"

The more Zhao Jiuchen spoke, the more intense his voice became, his eyes turned from reddish to bloody, and his hands were clenched into fists.

"Bang Dang"

As the black stone fell, it seemed that the gentle laughter, the seductive red eyes, and the eternal face gradually erased from the bottom of his heart, leaving no trace.

It was as if it was just a good memory, a thought of the past, not a vision for the future.

Tens of thousands of unjust souls in the stone let out a miserable howl, and poured out, and the sky was full of darkness and crushing all the remnants of the souls, hula, and surrounded the golden fire, and at the same time their bodies were burning.

They can only do their best, and there are only two results, either they will be burned to the ground, or they will consume the flame and be free.

This is a protracted war.

Zhao Jiuchen left Shura Purgatory without looking back, he was a little suffocated, for some reason, maybe the environment was too oppressive.

——

Ah Yan flew all the way to the Nine Heavens, stepped on Caixia, hugged the clouds, and went straight to Guanghan Palace.

It is said that Chang'e is the most beautiful god in the sky, and the Four Realms are all sought after, but no one has really seen her appearance.

She has a cold personality, she stays in this Guanghan Palace almost without leaving home, and there is no shortage of gods to visit, she refuses to be a guest because she is unwell, and over time, this place will be deserted.

The moon shadow was abundant, and the elegant and indifferent pavilions floated, they were in a circle, and in the center was a towering black tree, the roots of which had been cut in half, and sloped downward, but still steady without the slightest sway.

A gust of wind dispersed the clouds, and a vague figure of a woman in white fluttered in, her face like a hibiscus in a white gauze skirt inlaid with silver threads, and her pink lips were shining with crystal color, gently bending out a beautiful arc.

Ruyu's earlobes have a light blue white jade pendant, and the skirt is light, and it can dance slowly in the slightest wind.

Ah Yan was a little shocked when she saw her face, not because she was extremely beautiful, but because she was too similar!

The look between the eyebrows and the gestures of the gestures are very similar to Ye Li!

Seeing that she was stunned, Chang'e chuckled lightly, revealing a little dimple, and her voice sounded gently: "Meng Po, why do you look at me like this?" ”

"Huh? No, nothing."

Ah Yan hurriedly waved his hand, reining in his surprised expression.

She was a little shocked just now, but now that she is relieved, she looks like Ye Li, but she is more gentle and cold, and a little less agile and lively.

This is called the image of not being like a god.

Chang'e smiled slightly, the slender jade fingers in her hand stroked the jade rabbit hiding in her arms, it was only as big as the palm of her hand, the fur was like snow, white and glowing, and a pair of dark red eyes like a little red plum in the snow, bright and dazzling.

In this silent and uninhabited Guanghan Palace, there are only one god and one beast as companions.

"Why do you know I'm Meng Po?"

She and Chang'e have never met, one in the sky and one in the ground, why did she know her identity?

Ah Yan's eyebrows furrowed together, and he looked at Fairy Chang'e who was concentrating on touching the rabbit in confusion.

"I, I smell the smell of Meng Po soup on your body, you forgot that I drank it when I was reincarnated as a demon, and that taste is still deep in my memory."

Chang'e patiently explained to her that she was a peach blossom demon cultivated by a peach petal thousands of years ago, but she died due to a catastrophe, fell into the underworld, and fell into reincarnation.

At that time, she stepped on the Nai He Bridge, did not hesitate, she had no worries in her heart, and approached Meng Po step by step, which was also the most crisp and neat soul to drink Meng Po soup.

The soup was delicious, fragrant for ten miles, sweet in the mouth, as if the tip of the tongue was blooming, and she even wanted to drink more bowls.

I don't know why, the feeling is still the same as before, but why is the taste so different, she has already smelled a bad smell within a radius of ten miles, and her stomach is churning, fortunately, her spleen and stomach are not good, and she has not eaten.

"Ah, that's right."

Ah Yan's eyes rolled, smiled perfunctorily, and then lowered his head weakly, his eyes a little moist.

The soup of a thousand years ago will never be seen again.

And he had forgotten about her.

No, I can't think about it, she still has Lan Zhe, Lan Zhe who loves her.

There was a tingling in her heart, Ah Yan subconsciously covered her chest, her clothes were wrinkled, she looked up at Chang'e and smiled easily, she was bright.

Chang'e motioned for Meng Po to go with her, and the two stepped on the floating clouds and moved into the Guanghan Palace.

The utensils that can be seen everywhere are made of white jade, which is crystal clear and exquisite.

Sitting down slowly, there was a warm heat entering the body along the clothes, this Guanghan Palace is in the moon, thousands of years of cold like a day, if Chang'e is not relying on the warm white jade, I am afraid it will not be able to stand it.

"What did you do today?"

If there is nothing to do, she still knows that Chang'e still knows, if Ah Yan has nothing to do and goes to the Nine Heavens, she will not believe it.

The fair-skinned wrist was raised, carrying a purple clay pot, and pouring tea into the cup.

The heat rose as the tea fell, blurring Ah Yan's face, and then she remembered the purpose, and hurriedly spread out her palms and conjured up a picture scroll.

Untie the rope, flick your fingers, and the scroll unfolds, and on it is like a portrait of the night, white clothes flying, smiling wantonly.

"This..."

Chang'e's gaze was immediately attracted by the handsome man on the scroll, and somehow, there was a deathly silence in those eyes, and she deeply felt that feeling.

The rising sun is still accompanied by the bright moon, but she only has herself.

"How?"

Ah Yan looked at the stupid Chang'e with crooked eyebrows, smiling with anticipation and excitement.

"Sorry, I lost my temper"

Chang'e hurriedly withdrew her gaze, changed back to her usual slightly smiling expression, folded her hands, and sat very upright.

And Ah Yan looked at her graceful swan-like posture, her face suddenly burned hot, and she inadvertently withdrew her legs that were about to reach the sky.

"It's Hades Night, are you happy with his looks?"

——

"Where have you been?"

Ye Li returned to the room and looked at Zhao Jiuchen sitting on the bed with a cold face, so he asked.

But she only asked, somehow there seemed to be an unbridgeable gap between them, and whenever she wanted to take that step, he on the other side would remind her that it would break her bones.

Silence, or silence.

There was no answer to the question, Ye Li suddenly felt embarrassed, she suddenly wanted to leave here, leave him, the farther away the better.

This feeling of oppression made her go crazy.

She just wants to be alone and ignore no one.

Just when Ye Li was about to go crazy with the struggle in his heart, Zhao Jiuchen's voice finally sounded.