In the demon world, the morning light outside the window is faint, but the darkness that envelops the girl in the house has not faded.

She fell into a deep nightmare, and the cold sweat on her forehead soaked her head.

"Shao Yangfeng's traitor Ning Xiang, who fell willingly, fell into the devil's path, and has now killed several of his fellow disciples, and even the femme fatale has a ruthless hand on her adopted sister, making her unconscious to this day, it is really hard to write, and it is extremely vicious!"

"Today, I, Ning Tianhe, as her biological father and as the peak master of Shaoyang Peak, in order to give you and all the dead disciples an explanation, I will abolish her dantian here, pick up her sword bones, and sink her into the ink pool of eternal reincarnation, do you have any objections?"

Ning Tianhe walked up to the girl who was kneeling on the ground with the Demon Sword in her right hand, and asked the cultivators in the surrounding peaks.

The pure white disciple robe worn by the girl had been dyed crimson with blood, and there were hundreds of scars all over her body. A messy green hair was blown away by the cold wind, revealing her face, which had already turned pale and cold.

There was no heaving on her chest, and the weight of her body was supported by the Demon Sword in her hand, and she had obviously lost her breath for a long time.

But no one seemed to find out about this, and they all cursed and shouted the words "scum" and "shame" at the bottom, and some even threw stones and branches at her, as if she had really done something heinous.

Ning Tianhe saw that everyone had no objections, and started to dig out Ning Xiang's sword bones, and kicked her, who had no bone support and had turned into a mess of rotten meat, into Motan, as if it was not his own daughter who was kicked down by him just now, but just a dead dog.

But not long after the girl's body sank into the pool, the overwhelming demonic aura suddenly enveloped the entire Shaoyang Peak, and a very conspicuous pale pink figure appeared with a streamer, heading straight for Motan.

When this figure rushed out of the ink pool again, there was already something more in his arms.

It was a young man wearing a woodcut mask and a pale pink shirt, and his exposed amorous peach blossom eyes had become bloodshot and terrifying at this moment, and his body was filled with a sharp murderous aura.

"You ...... How dare you?!! ”

The man was like a beast that had lost his mate, letting out a heart-rending roar of questioning.

The endless flow of magic power slowly enveloped his body with his low roar, making his beautiful black and green silk instantly turn white, and the exposed skin and flesh were also covered with large cracks one after another, as if the next moment it would shatter like a ceramic falling to the ground.

Someone found out about his intentions and shouted in horror: "It's not good, Mo Yinxing, this demon wants to blow himself up, stop him!" ”

The soul-like Ning Xiang floated beside her corpse, watching her master who paid her life to defend her smear her with the dirtiest words, and even refused to let her enter reincarnation, but it was the mortal enemy Demon Venerable who had been sealed by her with half her life to fish out her body, and now she wanted to blow herself up to avenge her, only feeling ironic and surprised.

She stared blankly at the stupid demon with gray hair in front of her, and her heart was filled with dense pain for some reason, and she asked in a dumb voice, "Why ......?" ”

But Mo Yinxing was destined not to hear what she said, so he just stared at the girl in his arms who seemed to be asleep and whispered: "Ning Tianjiao, I regret it so much......"

Regret what? Ning Xiang's ears became buzzing under the wider range of magic cover, and she couldn't hear clearly.

He could only watch more cracks crawl all over him, weeping and shaking his head: "You don't want to ......."

"You don't!!"

Ning Xiang shouted, woke up from the couch and sat up, gasping for breath.

Tears soaked her entire face, and cold sweat continued to slide down her chest violently, making her head even wetter.

She sat on the couch for a long time, until her aching heart was much better, and then she raised her eyes to look at the surrounding environment-

The room was full of peach blossom carved furniture and strange things, and she was sitting on a large soft bed with a pink curtain, her clothes peeled to her undergarment.

A steady stream of rich peach blossom fragrance penetrated into her nose, giving her the illusion of being in a peach forest.

It only took a moment for her to guess where she had been.

And the figure that appeared in her sight next confirmed what she thought.

"Yo, awake?" Mo Yinxing entered the couch room dressed in morning dew, and walked slowly towards Ning Xiang with a peach blossom folding fan in his hand.

As he approached, an even stronger scent of peach blossoms overflowed from around his body.

Ning Xiang stared at him with green silk like ink, and shouted at him inexplicably before and after he stopped behind her: "Mo Yinxing? ”

Mo Yinxing raised his eyes to look at her when he heard the sound, but was surprised to find that her eyes did not have the coldness and displeasure he was used to seeing, but were filled with an emotion that he couldn't tell.

Seeing this, he looked strange for a moment and then continued to wait for her next step.

But who knew that the girl in front of him did not speak again, but stretched out her hand to him in a trance, wanting to touch his face wearing a woodcut half-face mask.

Mo Yinxing had never been made such an action by her, and she was stunned for a while, and the peach blossom eyes hidden under the mask stared at her suspiciously.

But just as her right hand was about to touch his face that had cracked into dust in her previous life, Ning Xiang breathed again, and carefully stopped her hand, with a small hope and great fear in her eyes, as if she could not bear anything if she went one inch further.

Seeing her like this, Mo Yinxing's brows furrowed a little deeper, and he directly moved his face closer, lightly pressed her fingertips, and continued to stare at her curiously, wanting to see what she was going to do.

But to his great shock, he then caught a glimpse of crimson dyeing the corners of her eyes, and crystal tears gathered into beads at a terrible speed, falling down from her eyes one after another.

"Mo Yinxing......" The girl called his full name for the second time today, but the feeling to Mo Yinxing was completely different from the first time, but what was the difference, he couldn't think of it for the time being, and he was not in the mood to think about it.

He looked at the girl who was crying in front of him for the first time, and said helplessly: "Ning Tianjiao, why are you crying suddenly?" ”

However, his words made Ning Xiang's tears even more turbulent, she leaned forward, plunged into his arms under his shocked gaze, and reached out to hug him, extremely tight.

"I dreamed that you stupid devil died....... What a miserable death...... But it shouldn't be like this......"

Mo Yinxing's face was already dark when she heard the first sentence she said, thinking that she hated him so much, even in her dreams, she longed for him to die, but after listening to her last sentence, the anger and grievances in his eyes quickly dissipated, turned into deep surprise, and pushed her:

"What do you mean by that? Sit up and speak clearly! ”