The Ten Thousand Demon Mountains are undulating, the sun is shining, and the mountains are shrouded in gold.

There are many small animals shuttling in the mountains, and the branches of the trees are bent over by the dew.

In the Xuanqing Cave, the aura surrounds, and the atmosphere fluctuates with Xuanmo's mood.

The leopard spirit at the entrance of the cave looked inside, and the gossip started, "Do you think the goddess can really be resurrected?" I see that the face of the demon king finally crumbles no longer today. ”

The tiger spirit expressed deep sympathy, and sighed, "I heard that the god of the Five Divine Mountains brought back the soul of the goddess in the Netherworld, presumably this matter is eight or nine times out of ten, who is he?" Can it not be done with his involvement? ”

The leopard spirit scratched his head and smiled, "That's right, you see that the goddess has been lying in our Ten Thousand Demon Mountain for thousands of years, and the demon king takes care of her every day, for fear that her true body will be destroyed, I hope she won't hurt our demon king's heart when she wakes up." ”

Tiger Spirit sighed again, "Yes, but we don't understand those untidy and messy loves, so it's better to talk less." ”

The leopard spirit nodded, his eyes looking into the cave, his mind pondering.

At the beginning, the demon king insisted on bringing the true body of the goddess back to Xuanqing Cave from the Wufu Sea, just waiting for her to come back to life.

She had been lying in the Wufu Sea for so long, and the Demon King had never given up her obsession.

But the goddess Zhong Yao admires the god Venerable Junli, although she doesn't know much about it, the demon world still has heard of it, it has reached the point of obsession, otherwise how can she turn a blind eye to the true heart of the demon king, and only that Junli is full of eyes.

If you want to talk about strength cultivation status, our demon king is not as good as the god venerable, but when it comes to deep affection, it is many times more than the god venerable.

It has always been rumored in the Six Realms that the goddess is the best choice for the queen of gods, but everyone doesn't dare to discuss this matter at will, and there is a mirror in their hearts.

The god is at the top of the Six Realms, and he seems to have little desire for everything, and it is also a pity that the goddess's sincerity has not been responded.

I hope that the goddess's eyes can shine through this time, who is single-minded about her.

They didn't want to see the Demon King depressed and gloomy all day long, and the sunshine of the entire Ten Thousand Demon Mountain seemed to be cold.

The woman in the ice coffin still had her eyes closed, and her fair face was a faint red, as if she were asleep.

Xuan Mo stared at her, his eyebrows and eyes were like a spring breeze, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He gently placed the jade bottle next to her and whispered, "I'll be able to revive you soon, Zhong Yao, I've been waiting for a long, long time." ”

His eyes gradually condensed, as if he could only accommodate her alone, and his eyes gradually blurred, and in the snow, he saw her slowly walking towards her.

Alluring posture, stunning appearance, smiling eyes seem to be looking at him, and seem to be looking through him.

She was getting closer, her face was clearer, but she didn't stop in front of him, but walked past him towards a mountain.

Her figure began to blur, his heart throbbed, and he turned around to chase it, but he couldn't catch it, and it was getting farther and farther away......

Xuan Mo's eyes gradually returned to clarity, his fingers were clenched tightly, white, and the green tendons on the back of his hand could be seen beating.

"I can't let you go anymore, I must never let go of you again......"

He looked at her quietly, sometimes gentle, sometimes cold, his eyes getting deeper and deeper.

Xuan Mo was entangled and painful in his heart, after all, his obsession was too deep, and he was both afraid and expectant in his heart, as if there were thousands of knots that were difficult to untie.