"Yes! Mo Yan and the others must be obedient! Although he wondered where the Lord was going, he did not dare or could not ask more. After all, he's just a secret guard after all. Although, they grew up together since childhood and are like brothers.

"Well, I'll leave it all up to you." There is a reason why Mo Yuye is so relieved to entrust the heavy responsibility to Mo Yan.

His four personal guards: Demon Thunder, Demon Flame, Demon Wind, and Demon Ice, are the talents he selected in the slave market, and they are his playmates since childhood.

However, he always regarded them only as his personal guards. After all, he decided so from the moment he picked them out.

Mo Yuye stared ahead, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: Xin'er, my husband is looking for you.

And at this moment, a pair of beautiful black wings suddenly opened up behind him.

Huge black wings, supple and smooth, no different from the wings of a fallen angel.

With only a few flaps of his wings, he soared into the sky and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Demon Flame stared at Mo Yuye's back until he completely disappeared from sight.

Mo Yan bent down to pick up the one that had inadvertently fallen to the ground by the ink feather night, the size of a palm, smooth and shiny feather.

"Lord, please have a smooth journey."

After all, you are the most noble existence of the entire Heavenly Demon Clan, the Heavenly Demon Holy Lord.

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At the same time, it was located in a cell below the ground of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Palace.

Unlike other cells that are cold and dark, crawling with cockroaches and rats, and the corners are full of cobwebs. This cell, except for the sturdy side railings of the black iron pillars, is almost like the boudoir of an ordinary daughter.

Inside the cell, a cool woman in a black gauze skirt embroidered with a golden mandala sits elegantly sipping tea.

Her long, silky ink-colored hair was combed into a flowing bun, with a white hosta stuck in the middle.

Undoubtedly, this woman is very beautiful, and it is difficult for ordinary beauties to hold up such a monotonous and lifeless color as the ink gauze skirt.

Not to mention that she also wears her own unique charm: cold and gaudy.

The woman gently lowered the teacup in her hand, walked over to the dresser, and took out a scroll from the drawer.

The woman placed the painting on the table and carefully unfolded it.

The person in the painting is clearly Mo Yuye.

However, it was only his side back.

With just a few strokes, it outlines Mo Yuye's extremely noble and independent and arrogant temperament.

It can be seen that this woman's painting skills are profound.

The woman caressed Mo Yuye's sideways look, with a slightly immature handsome side face, and her golden eyes were full of obsession.

She still vaguely remembers that Mo Yu night at that time, staring at the peach blossoms blooming in early spring. And at a young age, she secretly came to his residence because she was curious about what kind of person the Heavenly Demon Holy Lord she would serve in the future was.

When I came to the back garden, I saw this scene. Xu is fiery eyes were too strong, and the young man subconsciously looked back, causing her to freeze in place on the spot.

Even the boy had already left, and he didn't know it.

She had never seen such a handsome teenager, and just a side face made her heart beat faster.

She also knew that she had fallen from then on, and she could no longer extricate herself.

It's a pity that when she can serve Mo Yuye, that is, when Mo Yuye is an adult.

He put on a mask and hid his true face.

And she has never seen Mo Yuye's true face since then.

But she knows, and believes, that he must be more handsome and extraordinary than the immature teenager at the beginning.

She didn't paint the background, because she thought that such an ordinary peach blossom was not worthy of being in the same painting at the same time as Mo Yuye.

And she also subconsciously regarded the boy's smile when he saw the beautiful peach blossoms as the smile that the boy showed when he looked back and saw her.

At that moment, the woman, with her extraordinary ear, heard the slight footsteps keenly, and quickly put away the scroll, put it in a drawer, and locked it.

Then, she sat upright at her desk and looked at the books seemingly leisurely.

But my heart was full of anticipation: could it be him?

She felt a throbbing pain in her heart when she thought of the cold and unforgiving look he gave himself to his cell.

She didn't mean to, and neither did she want to. However, she didn't want to serve him like a maid anymore, never again.

Therefore, as a last resort, she gave him the huge poison of drunken spring breeze for seven days.

Although she had served him for nearly a decade, he had always distrusted her. All the food, she had to test the poison first.

Originally, she was worried about how to poison so that it was not easy to be detected by Mo Yuye, but she happened to hear that Mo Yuye's mother, Mrs. Yu Ling, was boiling Mo Yuye's favorite black-bone chicken soup. So, she plans to do it.

She offered to help give the chicken soup to Mo Yuye for the first time, and fortunately, she succeeded.

However, halfway through the delivery of chicken soup, she met Mo Yan, Mo Yuye's personal guard.

As a thief, she handed the chicken soup to Mo Yan and asked him to pass it to the lord on the grounds of Lady Yuling's order.

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She always knew that her affair would be revealed, but she was not afraid of the punishment. Because she knew that Madame Feather Ling would intercede for her.

It's just that she didn't expect him to find an antidote, and she couldn't help but be a little unwilling.

However, she will not give up, and this is just the beginning.

Because she loves him so much that she can't extricate herself, even if she can't get his heart, she wants to get him as a person!

If she can't even get people, then... Even if she destroys him, she won't give him to anyone!

Thinking of this, a strange and cruel smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth. In his eyes, he was full of pathological possessiveness and viciousness.

"Zixuan, why are you doing this?" The male voice that was as calm as the murmuring of a clear spring came into Mo Zixuan's ears, and her golden eyes darkened.

"What are you going to do?" Mo Zixuan looked coldly at the man in blue outside the cell.

The man was a handsome man, a blue silk robe draped over a white gauze coat, and his slightly curly black hair was tied haphazardly around his ears with a green ribbon.

The man is undoubtedly handsome, and his facial features are so delicate that they can be compared to Feng Xize.

However, compared with Feng Xize's free and easy temperament, this man is like a blue orchid blooming independently in the empty valley, lonely and melancholy.