Primordial Demon Emperor

Chapter 192 Warmth (3 more!)

"If there is no perfect solution, I still have some friendship with the master of Qinglin Pavilion. This seat still recommends that you take my token of Yaochi and go to Qinglin Shen Pavilion with Xian'er to avoid the storm temporarily. If Linshen Pavilion wants to protect one person, Huangjian Palace will not dare to go too far."

"As for the higher level and the most central of the nine realms, the Lord God Pavilion of the Sanctuary and the five holy clans, they are beyond my Yaochi's reach..."

The Holy Master of Yaochi continued, and it could be seen that she had changed her attitude drastically at this time, and she was really thinking about Mo Lingxuan, the 'son-in-law'.

It is not a trivial matter to offend Desolate Sword Palace, and if one is not careful, it is very likely that he will fall into a catastrophe.

She, the Holy Master of Yaochi, is actually taking a big risk to help Mo Lingxuan in this way.

"It doesn't matter, Wild Sword Palace doesn't have the ability to force me to that."

But Mo Lingxuan still responded calmly, calmly.

"OK then."

Such indifference and composure made the Holy Master of Yaochi sigh secretly, he could only be speechless, and chose to believe in Mo Lingxuan.

After all, the young man in front of him will never be understood by anyone...

After leaving, Murong Xian'er took Mo Lingxuan to arrange a place to live next to her own Wangxuan Pavilion.

When he saw the name of the girl's residence and the connection with the Wangxuan Building where he played the piano before, Mo Lingxuan's heart couldn't help being touched again.

It seems that Yu Ruo's affection for him is still as deep as ever.

Even if he is reincarnated, he still cannot be forgotten in the subconscious deep in the soul.

Recalling that in his previous life, he didn't cherish the person in front of him who should be valued, but loved Zi Xi wholeheartedly. Mo Lingxuan felt that the eight demon servants under his command were worthless, and also felt self-deprecating and ridiculous for himself.

Sometimes, the Eternal Devil Emperor would also be troubled by attachments.

It wasn't until the last sword that he woke up...

But in this life, he will not have any regrets from his previous life.

"Xian'er, go back, I will come to Wangxuan Pavilion to find you after I refine the holy sword."

Seeing the beautiful woman in white in front of him sending him to the door but still looking at him reluctantly, the corner of Mo Lingxuan's mouth couldn't help but a knowing smile.

He himself didn't know that there was a time when Mo Lingxuan, the cold and ruthless eternal devil emperor who could kill hundreds of millions of lives in one step, would show his face and smile from time to time.

Maybe it's because I know who the person I should value is...

"it is good."

Xian'er nodded lightly, and there was also a sweet smile on the beautiful cheeks of the hazy fairy, and then she moved lightly with lotus steps, and walked towards her Wangxuan Tower.

She also felt that it was becoming more and more complicated. In the dark, Xian'er felt that the connection between her and Mo Lingxuan was involuntarily getting closer.

But the missing memory in the depths of her soul has always made her feel a sense of loss, and an urge to retrieve that memory...

After Murong Xian'er left, Mo Lingxuan immediately returned to the room and called out the Qingyu Holy Sword.

After refining the holy sword, he will take Xian'er away from the holy land of Yaochi as soon as possible.

After all, if he stays here for a while longer, it may also bring some troubles to Yaochi Holy Land.

"Buzz..."

The huge spiritual consciousness poured into the sword spirit consciousness of the Qingyu holy sword, making the whole blue and white holy sword tremble.

What Mo Lingxuan has to do is to erase the original consciousness of the sword spirit, making it like a newborn baby, able to recognize its master again.

"Boom..."

In the space of consciousness, a violent storm suddenly broke out. Even though he was frightened by Mo Lingxuan's power, the sword spirit still wanted to resist.

"Your old master has passed away for thousands of years, and you, even if you have fused a hundred thousand swords, you are nothing more than a high-grade holy soldier. It is your honor to follow me!"

The majestic voice fell, and immediately a terrifying spiritual consciousness directly turned the violent storm in the consciousness space into nothingness.

Mo Lingxuan was telling the truth, in his previous life, he wouldn't even take a look at such inferior weapons that were like scrap iron.

In this life, the current strength is still weak, and this holy soldier can be used.

At this time, the consciousness space completely calmed down. This process only lasted two hours. It was naturally not difficult for Mo Lingxuan to erase the sword spirit consciousness of a holy soldier.

After imprinting his own magic seal, Mo Lingxuan suddenly took the Qingyu holy sword back into his palm.

After walking out of the room, Mo Lingxuan immediately walked towards the opposite Wangxuan Tower.

Bingji Sword Art is a peerless sword art created for Yan Yuruo in his previous life, derived from Qianmo Sword Art, and matched with Bingji Sword.

In order to better display the maximum power of the Bingji Sword, even the original owner, Murong Xian'er still needs to learn it better.

Mo Lingxuan walked to the door of the attic of Wangxuan Tower, and was about to knock on the door to say hello, when he heard a soft voice: "Master, please come in."

Mo Lingxuan was not polite, and immediately pushed the door open and walked in. Immediately, a fairy figure in white clothes in the courtyard was directly printed in his eyes.

Xian'er stood quietly in front of the flowers and plants, her beautiful eyes stared at the sky, the sky was getting late, and under the moonlight it looked even more bewildering.

"Master, please take a seat."

Seeing Mo Lingxuan coming in, Murong Xian'er closed the door with a wave of his jade hand, then walked slowly to the stone table in the courtyard, took out the jade pot, and filled two cups of flower wine.

She bowed slightly and put on a gesture of invitation. Mo Lingxuan didn't sit down, but she also stood respectfully.

Mo Lingxuan smiled, stepped forward and sat down, and Xian'er sat quietly beside him.

The night was getting cooler, but for a long time, the two of them didn't speak, but sometimes looked up at the night sky and sometimes stared at each other.

"Master, can you tell me the story of Yan Yuruo?"

Finally, Xian'er was the first to break the silence, looking straight at Mo Lingxuan with her beautiful eyes, biting her red lips lightly and speaking.

She believed more and more in what Mo Lingxuan said about his life experience, otherwise, she would not have felt a sense of intimacy from the first time she saw Mo Lingxuan.

As for that missing memory, perhaps he can only learn about it from Mo Lingxuan.

"Do you really want to hear it?"

Mo Lingxuan stared at the beautiful woman in front of him, seeing that Xian'er was still nodding, he spoke again: "Once upon a time, there was a mortal woman, her name was Yan Yuruo..."

On this day, Mo Lingxuan talked a lot.

And from beginning to end, Xian'er listened silently, without interrupting him at all.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and Xian'er leaned on Mo Lingxuan's shoulder, forming a beautiful picture scroll with the quiet night.

Before he knew it, it was almost late at night, but Mo Lingxuan still didn't finish speaking.

It can be said that almost every demon servant and his story can't be finished for days and nights.

"Master, do you like Yan Yuruo or Xian'er?"

Suddenly, Xian'er, who was nestled in Mo Lingxuan's arms, asked softly, which made Mo Lingxuan stunned for a moment. He felt that Xian'er's mood seemed to be a little different from before.

"Yan Yuruo is you, and you are her too. Whether it is Yuruo in the past or Xian'er now, they are all my Mo Lingxuan's people."

Mo Lingxuan responded, and at this moment Xian'er's heart was as sweet as eating honey, her reddish cheeks were even more alluring under the luminous light.

It's hard to imagine that a mortal who is peerless and cold in the eyes of outsiders would have the attitude of such a little woman.

"Um…"

And at this moment, Mo Lingxuan suddenly felt a pair of slender hands gently wrapping around his neck, and the warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms became more and more intimate,

A scent of fragrance wafted through his nostrils, and Mo Lingxuan could only see a beautiful white cheek getting closer and closer to him, and then, a pair of wonderful warm lips were pressed against his mouth...

　PS: I've been killing people all the time, the protagonist is tired, let's have some warmth~ hehe
　　
　
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