Feng Yu listened carefully to Mo Ningxuan's reminiscences of the past, as if she saw a woman with a big belly, for the hope of her unborn child, in the mass grave that exuded the smell of rotting corpses and the hellish like the Nine Shadows, with a sad expression, tearing up the scene of the same kind beside her.

How would she feel at that time? Hope for life, or despair for death?!

Mother and son are connected, probably because of the persistence of a brave mother, so that the blood-linked, little her, tried her best to survive. However, for a baby, who was born by eating what should be the dearest mother in the world, in the years that followed, every time she thought about it, how would her heart feel?

Feng Yu looked at Mo Ningxuan's cherry lips who tried her best to calm her mood so that her voice would not tremble due to the excessive ups and downs in her heart, but her frost-like face still looked a little blue because of repeated depression and forbearance, and after the initial slight shock, she couldn't help but feel her heart pinch for a long time, astringent. seems to understand that when she first met Mo Ningxuan, there was always a lingering loneliness and bleak reason in her eyes, how much hesitation and sadness did she have in her little heart?

"You..." Fengyu's throat was a little sluggish, dry and a little hoarse, and for a while there was an urge to cry, whether it was an ordinary person or a cultivator with strong strength, as long as it was a woman, it should be emotional and easy to move!

The two got along all the way, if she took care of Mo Ningxuan at first, it was completely because the two of them were imprisoned together, and there was a great reluctance to let the other party die, leaving her alone with a dependence mentality, but at this moment, Feng Yu had a subtle sympathy for Mo Ningxuan, and she had the feeling of being an orphan who didn't know who her parents were since she was a child, and she felt sorry for each other.

Mo Ningxuan smiled slightly and continued: "Later, I was lucky enough to live, so it was logical that I became the only disciple of the two old men. They said that I was born with a strong ghost cultivation physique, and because I was still in my mother's womb, I was self-taught and learned to strengthen myself by devouring the souls of others! Old man Ling said that this kind of person is unique in ten thousand, and he is blessed with natural strength! It's a pity if they don't become evil ghosts that make the world fearful, so they are very satisfied and pass on their lifelong cultivation to me!

You know what? I'm so heinous! Do you know what it means to be able to devour the souls of living people like the two old men at the age of three, without needing to rely on the wandering Yin Soul to absorb and strengthen themselves? It's like ordering a steamed fish in a tavern, and even though the flesh ends up in our stomachs, the fresh life is not something we strangle, and the guilt is much less.

But devouring the soul of the living, like the fish that was originally alive, I myself put down the knife that slaughtered it, and then put it in the oil pot drenched in blood. But I don't have a choice, because I'm a demon! That's in my nature, that's what I should have done!

But why do you say that when I dream back at midnight, I dream of many living people who have died at my hands, and look at me with fear, disgust, and hatred? Mo Ningxuan looked at Feng Yu, as if waiting for her answer, but the loneliness in her eyes seemed to be clear, no one in this world could give her an answer.

"You can choose not to suck the souls of the living! Isn't it okay to kill only those who have done bad things, or devour the spirits? "Feng Yu doesn't know much about the way of ghost cultivation, but Lian'er is not a weak soul body cultivator, and she has never done anything in front of her to kill someone who shouldn't die, so I believe that no matter what kind of cultivator, if she wants to, there should always be a compromise.

"Hehe, the ghost cultivation method I practiced, when absorbing a large number of souls, was like a dry well that was infused with dissatisfaction, once it started, I couldn't even control myself, and even because the ghost power was too yin and evil, even I lost my own consciousness at that time.

Moreover, the risk of devouring the yin soul is also more dangerous than directly absorbing the souls of living people without divine consciousness, the longer you wander in the void, the more independent consciousness you have, and the more difficult it is to refine, especially with yin and evil nature, this time I absorbed so many demon souls at once, if it weren't for the fact that you have been crossing my immortal spirit power and suppressing those demonic resurgence, maybe I wouldn't be able to overcome it, so you saved my life. Mo Ningxuan said helplessly.

"I thought I didn't have much help injecting spiritual power into you! But if you don't want to suck it, can't you stop? Fengyu asked.

"Unless there is a stronger force than me to stop and interfere at that time, it is uncontrollable, and if it cuts off my contact, it will naturally stop and rest until death. So the ghost guy once said that my mother had not given birth to me at the beginning, and she had already been exhausted first. From childhood to adulthood, naturally no one dared to get close to me and hug me... Because when I inadvertently and accidentally dissipated the power of devouring, he was finished.

I have an innate ability, that is, while refining the soul cultivation, I can spy on their memories before their death, whether it is good or bad, clear and vague will be presented in my mind, if that person was a monk who did all the bad things in his life, my heart will be better, but if it is a harmless good soul, I will feel very guilty, because I have added another bad karma.

Although, in the eyes of others, I am a lady of the sky with stars and moons, but in the middle of the night, who would know that I often wake up from nightmares of guilt and fear? I'm also so afraid, afraid of being sucked up by my soul's unwillingness before my death, afraid of their resentful eyes on me, and even more afraid of myself who can't control my fate and can't turn it around.

It turns out that the ghost guy calls me a ghost girl because I'm just a little ghost. I'm alive, but there is just one more devil in the world who only has a beautiful skin.

I was six years old that year, and in my sleep, I remembered many terrible things, and the personal maid who often accompanied me - Yoyo, saw that I was sweating profusely, and constantly moaning in pain, so she came forward to help me wipe my sweat, because she touched my forehead, I subconsciously held her hand, and then her soul was dragged out by me! When I woke up the next day, my hand was still holding her cold palm, and she was slumped under me with a hideous look, and in her hand she was still holding the handkerchief I had given her to wipe my sweat.

Therefore, I no longer need any close maids, and I will not allow anyone to approach when I am asleep, except for Aunt Lan, who is much stronger than me, I have no more confidants.

The people around me look up to me, praise me for my beauty, praise me for my superb cultivation, and praise me for my unparalleled status. But secretly they are all afraid of me, disgusted with me, and alienated from me... Because I'm a lonely star, a poor ghost who doesn't deserve friends! It should only be lonely and pale to live.

Mo Ningxuan's big eyes seemed to have a layer of light mist, staring at his feet hollowly, and he didn't speak again for a long time.

Feng Yu suddenly understood where the occasional loneliness and loneliness in Mo Ningxuan's eyes came from. At a young age, under the cover of the aura of strong strength, but there are many bitter shadows, she must have suffered a lot in her heart.

She was also an orphan, and she was bullied by others in King Jing's mansion, at that time, she felt that she was the most unfortunate person, even if she firmly believed that she would get better in the future, she also thought that it was because of too much misfortune, and the good in the future would be commendable. But when she heard about Mo Ningxuan's past today, she suddenly felt that her past seemed to be much luckier.

"I thought I was going to live so numbly, to be the little devil in the eyes of others, to be the heir of the ghost spirit gate to the satisfaction of the ghost guys, to be the bloodless walking corpse to end my life, since I ate my mother in exchange for survival, then live for the sake of the dead mother!

I'm just living for others, for the mother who wants me to live, for the old man who carefully cultivates me, for the ghost head who gives me love, and for the responsibility of being the inheritor of the ghost spirit gate. But if I had a choice, I'd rather never live!

One day, I met the person who changed my life, and that was Brother Qingtian, who let me know that my life could still be given a new meaning, and that was for him!

When I was eight years old, at the banquet meeting where I was officially announced as the next lord in the Ghost Spirit Gate, many people from our Holy Gate, including the Demon Realm Realm, and hundreds of sects affiliated to the Ghost Spirit Gate, came to congratulate me, and let me meet Brother Qingtian for the first time, his lonely figure always attracts my attention, but it seems to be so rejected.

During the banquet, I always looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, but he never glanced at me, even if it was only a shallow afterglow, because he never looked at anyone or a thing, even if his father politely congratulated me on becoming a young master, he never looked at me.

He stood behind his father in fluttering clothes, his eyes clear and resolute. The same childish face, but there is a ruthlessness and determination that is extremely incommensurate with his age, like a demon god! I don't know what kind of beating heart is hidden in the body that seems to make the air around me freeze and cold.

In the next few days, I would talk to him every day, take the initiative to take him to visit various places in the Ghost Spirit Gate, and try my best to get his attention, even if he was looking forward to it for a moment, leaving behind me who was usually quiet and becoming lively and talkative in front of him, even if he only spoke to me for a few words, or was silent for a long time, I would be very happy, because I found that his appearance was a gift from God to my pale life, and my life would be a little more brilliant because of him. \