If it weren't for the fact that her city was deep enough, she wouldn't have been able to stand in that position at all.

Even if she stood in that position, she still found that her danger had not diminished, on the contrary, she still could not find the slightest sense of security, let alone fulfill her mother's wish.

Yes, as long as she does not stand at the top, she will never be able to gain enough security, let alone fulfill her mother's wish.

That's why she's ......

It's just that she has always misunderstood, and it turns out that her mother just wants her to live the life she wants, not the way she is now.

It's just a pity that it's already late, and there is no going back.

Maybe this fate now is also her retribution.

I just don't know if that person will think of her after she dies.

It's only been a few days since they've been together, and she doesn't really want to serve that guy.

But for some reason, at the last moment, what came to her mind was his calm smile with a hint of silliness.

Immediately after, that primal impulse took over her body, crushing the rest of her sanity to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the excitement on Zao Wou-Ki's face became even stronger, and he couldn't wait to rub his palms and take off his clothes.

At the moment when Zao Wou-Ki took off his clothes, a calm voice with an inexplicable majesty floated in from far away from outside the temple.

"Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you!"

"Miss Yan, this is a poem I sent you, and I hope you can live the life you expect."

Near the gate of the ruined temple, a young man who looked unremarkable, leaned his hands on his mouth, and shouted from afar.

That person was Wang Fan, who came all the way.

According to the words of those well-meaning passers-by, Wang Fan probably guessed that Yan Zhenru might have arrived near here.

It's just that he's really not sure where it is.

It was precisely because he was not sure that he could only shout in this stupidest way.

Of course, if Yan Zhenru was kidnapped and gagged, it would be in vain for him to shout like this.

However, judging from the appearance of those passers-by before, Yan Zhenru did not look like he was kidnapped by someone, that is, Yan Zhenru took the initiative to come.

In that case, once Yan Zhenru heard his shout, he should have some reaction.

Wang Fan felt that Yan Zhenru ran here, and it was very likely that he planned to leave without saying goodbye.

Therefore, the sentence just now can be regarded as containing the meaning of farewell.

Otherwise, would it be difficult for Yan Zhenru to come here to find a baby?

Wang Fan's calm voice drifted into the temple far away.

In particular, the poem echoed over the temple for a long time.

Zao Wou-Ki was stunned at this moment, stunned in place, his face full of horror.

In that poem, there is the power of the supreme avenue, and the words attract the aura of heaven and earth, and he found amazingly

At this moment, he couldn't even use any power.

The cultivation of the whole body was all suppressed by the power of the Great Dao that suddenly descended in the temple.

What's even more terrifying is that this poem was given to Yan Zhenru, and the supreme power of the Great Dao directly protected Yan Zhenru.

Now that he has evil thoughts about Yan Zhenru, he naturally directly triggered the power of the Great Dao.

The huge power of the Great Dao turned into an invisible big hand and pinched him fiercely in it.

"Ah...... No...... Not ......"

Zao Wou-ki's face turned red, the green tendons on his forehead jumped, his eyes were about to pop out, and his appearance looked extremely hideous and terrifying.

He wants to become the right-hand man of the demon lord, a man standing on the top of the continent above ten thousand people under one person, how could he die here so inexplicably?

Oh...... I'm the Demon Lord...... The Messenger of the King James will never die here! ”

Zao Wouji's face instantly turned pitch black, and his eyes flashed with a terrifying red light, followed by the billowing black qi emerging from his body, and the terrifying black qi carried a power that devoured everything, and it directly turned the big hand formed by the power of the Great Dao into a little stretched.

Seeing this scene, Zao Wou-Ki's eyes were full of joy and excitement.

"Long live the Demon King! The Demon Lord has no ......"

"No ......!"

Zao Wou-Ki's voice stopped abruptly, and his face lost its blood.

It seemed that he couldn't take it, and the power of the Great Dao that lingered around Yan Zhenru seemed to be angry, and this time all the power of the Great Dao poured directly towards him.

The overwhelming power of the Great Dao directly overwhelmed him.

The voice disappeared, so did Zao Wou-ki, and even the black qi that contained the power that devoured everything disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared in the first place.

The temple regained its quietness, and Yan Zhenru, who was lying on the ground, also regained her freedom the moment Zao Wou-Ki disappeared, and the charm that had penetrated into her body before also disappeared.

"That voice just now, not ......" Yan Zhenru pursed her lips, and the expression on her face was a little complicated.

That's right, although her consciousness was a little confused just now, she could still hear that the voice was Wang Fan.

The meaning of that poem, isn't it driving her away?

Thinking of this, Yan Zhenru didn't panic.

At the moment when she was on the verge of life and death, she suddenly understood a lot of things, and it was not that she stood on the highest peak at all costs and saw the scenery that was called the world.

The world is big, but for her, it is enough to live her little world.

Yan Zhenru didn't pay attention to Zao Wou-ki's disappearance at all, and even ignored the Hehuan Bell that fell aside, turned around and quickly ran towards the gate of the temple.

What are you kidding, she doesn't want to go back to the days of intrigue like before.

What's so bad about being a mortal?

Just after Yan Zhenru left, the Hehuan bell that fell to the ground actually floated directly in mid-air and shook gently.

The melodious ringtones echoed in the air with an inexplicable rhythm, as if they were some kind of blessing.

When the last bell fell, the bell turned into a streamer and disappeared into the temple.

"Hehuan Bell, are you blessing me?" Yan Zhenru, who ran to the gate, couldn't help but stop after hearing the pleasant ringtone, and looked back behind him.

When the last bell fell, Yan Zhenru felt that the connection that melted into the blood was completely broken, and a tear rolled down from her eyes.

But soon she wiped away her tears and walked out the door.

Yes, her life has only just begun.

"Childe, wait, wait!"

"Huh? Miss Yan, you didn't leave? Wang Fan, who hadn't gone far yet, couldn't help but stop after hearing Yan Zhenru's shout, and turned around with a hint of surprise on his face.