So, They Were the Protagonists All Along

"This cup size looks familiar..."

"Absolutely, I've seen her before...but why does she appear in my memory now?"

Mu Zhian's eyes were dazed, but he was staring at the vague figure in front of him.

He was almost certain that he had definitely seen this person in the past, because when he saw her, he had a strong sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

This was not like "We seem to have seen each other somewhere" when chatting up, but he really had an impression.

At this time, the woman's already illusory figure was gradually shattering. Mu Zhian raised his hand to grab her wrist, but the figure seemed to shatter in his fingertips and turned into bubbles and disappeared.

It's so dark here, who am I, and where am I now...?

Mu Zhian's mind was confused, as if it was a ball of paste. He suddenly forgot his identity and didn't know where he was now.

Boom, boom, boom...

Suddenly, he heard the sound of war drums, followed by the shocking sound of horns, various shouts and roars.

In addition, he could also feel the vast spiritual energy of the demon cultivators and the cultivators colliding with each other.

Mu Zhian's pitch-black vision suddenly seemed to be split by a ray of light, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

The whole world was dark, and even the dark clouds were not there. It was as if the sky had been erased by someone, and the whole sky was in the shape of a black vortex. In the strong suction, a very familiar figure could be vaguely seen.

"What on earth is this place? It's too outrageous. Even the Kyushu melee can't be so exaggerated..."

Mu Zhian's sight swept across the battlefield, which was full of dead bodies. There was a faint flash of light in the corner of his eyes. He raised his head and looked up. The dark chains fell from the sky and covered the entire battlefield.

The woman in black robes stood in the air, looking down at the battlefield full of murderous aura with indifference.

"It's her..."

Mu Zhian's heart was shaken, staring at the woman in the air, and said her name with difficulty.

"Sister Meng Rou..."

This should be the memory left by the drop of blood essence that ascended to the fairyland, and also the things that happened in the past...

That mysterious ancient coffin, the person sleeping in it in the past was the original witch?

Mu Zhian was full of doubts, looked up and stared, and then his mind gradually became clear.

"By the way, my name is Mu Zhian... Everything here is a dream."

He suddenly remembered his identity, and at this moment, he suddenly saw an unprecedented white light in the dark 'vortex' in the sky.

In an instant, it was as bright as day!

From the white light, an arrow slowly stretched out.

The arrow was rusty and made of bronze. The terrifying pressure almost silenced the previous battlefield in an instant.

Whoosh!

The arrow fell from the sky and rushed towards Mu Zhian!

At the same time, the original witch seemed to have sensed something and glanced slightly sideways.

The moment their eyes met, Mu Zhian only heard a deafening roar in his mind.

Boom!

Everything in front of him was like a broken mirror, shattered in an instant.

Mu Zhian covered his chest, gasping for breath, still in shock.

What exactly was that place? Just standing there could feel a strong murderous atmosphere, not to mention the monks who participated in the fight.

His mind was in a mess, and at this moment, he seemed to hear the sound of a zither in his ears.

The zither sound was lingering, as if coming from the fairyland, like a breeze blowing on his face, and it also gradually calmed his previous anxious mood.

It was Yao Meng, she was protecting me... Mu Zhian's mind stabilized and he slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was a basement where you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

"Oh my god, why is it a basement?"

"... Am I dreaming again?"

Hearing only the sound of the zither in his ears, but not seeing the person, Mu Zhian shook his head violently, slapped himself twice, and suddenly woke up.

He looked around, and then secretly rejoiced in his heart: Fortunately, this is not the basement, this is Yao Meng's small dark room...

The drop of blood essence suspended in the air quietly faded away and returned to Mu Zhian's body silently.

As if he had noticed something, Mu Zhian's mind moved, and his spiritual consciousness swept through the drop of blood essence in his body, but he was surprised to find that this blood essence, which had no reaction to him before, could now refine it autonomously.

But then again, am I still in a dream? Why can't I see Yao Meng's trace?

After confirming the condition of the drop of blood essence, Mu Zhian quickly scanned the surroundings and found that Yao Meng's figure was completely invisible in this room.

"It seems that I am still in a dream...?" Mu Zhian said to himself.

"Even the great powers of the same realm may not be able to hear the Qing Emperor playing in person. She treats you very well."

At this time, a textured and soft voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Mu Zhian woke up from his previous sudden realization and turned his head to look at the voice.

The original witch.

The original witch was sitting on a square table at the side, wearing a black robe as usual, hiding most of her face under the hood, but the slightly tight black robe outlined her graceful figure, giving her the feeling of an abstinent beauty.

A pair of snow-white jade feet were revealed under the black robe, and a pair of small embroidered shoes were placed casually under the table, and a pair of beautiful silver eyes stared at him quietly.

"Are you awake?" Mu Zhian asked.

The original witch curled her lips and said calmly: "I was just awakened by the blood essence you refined earlier. I was sleeping comfortably in your natural furnace."

"But every now and then I can feel that most of the spiritual energy in your natural furnace has disappeared. You are really a busy man."

When she said this, she looked at Mu Zhian with a smile. In the black mist behind her, it seemed that dark chains could be vaguely seen.

Mu Zhian coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment and changed the subject: "Where is this place..."

He could clearly feel that although everything here was the same as the Guiyi Pavilion where he was before, they were obviously two different places.

"Is it a dream?" Mu Zhian continued to ask.

"The way you changed the subject was too blunt."

The original witch narrowed her eyes, but did not continue to struggle. She just smiled and said: "You can understand this place as a dream."

"Did you see something in your dream just now?" she asked again.

Mu Zhian nodded slightly: "I did see a lot of things in another dream."

The original witch quietly straightened her sitting posture and stared into Mu Zhian's eyes.

Mu Zhian continued: "I saw you in an ancient battlefield. There were many people in that battlefield, monks singing Buddhist scriptures, various demon cultivators who devoured living beings, and many, many human cultivators... Can you Impressed?"

The original witch shook her head slightly: "I don't have any relevant memories."

It seems that this spiritual consciousness does not have much memory about the original witch... Mu Zhian suddenly asked: "Since you don't have any memory, why did you fall in love with me in the first place?"

This is a question that Mu Zhian has struggled with for a long time. The original witch has been waiting for him since a very early time, but the original witch clearly has no memory of him.

The original witch did not answer, but stretched out her hand to straighten his collar carefully.

Then, he reached out and grabbed Mu Zhian's right hand, and then, under his gaze, he pulled his palm to his chest and said to himself: "Do you know how obsession is formed?"

"Obsession is the persistence of remembering certain people and certain things during my lifetime, and I don't want to forget them even when I die. Therefore, there is a voice deep in my memory that keeps reminding me."

She smiled brightly: "It keeps reminding me repeatedly that even if I forget everything, I must not forget you."

"By the way, the Tiansheng Furnace is now blessed by that drop of essence and blood. After this, I will sleep for a while. If I encounter trouble, you can wake me up." The original witch said in a rather brisk tone.

What can I do if I wake you up? Could it be that you can lend me your power like the old man Ye Yu did before... Mu Zhi'an thought to himself.

As if she saw Mu Zhian's thoughts, she smiled and said, "I can lend you my abilities temporarily."

It's really possible... Mu Zhian said in surprise: "If I wake you up, what impact will it have on you?"

"The speed of warming and cultivating your spiritual consciousness in your natural furnace is much faster than the outside world. Even if you wake up in a short time, it will not have any impact."

"but,"

She paused, took two steps forward, put her slender fingers on Mu Zhian's lips, raised her head, revealing a face as beautiful as white porcelain, with an elegant smile on her face.

"This is a secret between you and me. No third person is allowed to know it."

The original witch's body emitted dark spots of light, and her figure gradually disappeared like an illusion. Then, Mu Zhian seemed to hear the sound of glass breaking on the floor.

He opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was lying in the ancient coffin at some point. His mind was slowly recalling what had just happened.

The ancient battlefield in the picture does not seem to be in Dongzhou. Hydrangea flowers are blooming everywhere in the Demon Realm. It seems that it is not in the Demon Realm...

Previously, he saw all kinds of strange costumes on the battlefield. They were obviously from all over the Kyushu. Most of them were in the Qi and God refining realms, as well as the Void Returning realm monks at the head.

I also saw the great power of Hedao in the heavens... There is no record of such a large-scale battlefield in the ancient books.

Or did I just have a dream?

No, if it was just a dream, it would be too real, and the lingering fragrance of the original witch seemed to still be lingering around me.

Mu Zhian took in a breath slowly, exhaled it gently, stood up and sat up. Suddenly, he heard a soft voice coming from beside him: "Are you finally awake?"

He turned around and saw Yao Meng in a green skirt sitting beside the guzheng, plucking the strings with her slender fingers, and the fairy sound lingered in the room.

Mu Zhian pinched his eyebrows and asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"About half a day."

Yao Meng stood up from the guzheng and walked over. His voice was soft and calm, but as beautiful as the sound of nature, and like the summer wind blowing into people's hearts.

"You were previously unconscious due to the influence of that drop of blood, but I saw that you were not in any danger, so I played a song next to you to calm your mind."

"Thank you." Mu Zhian said sincerely.

At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart. After knowing Yao Meng for so long, he subconsciously ignored that the other party's true identity was the first generation saint of Yaochi. Not only did the guzheng played have the effect of calming the mind, but even the words he spoke at this moment were... Contains fairy charm, like pebbles thrown into the lake, like ripples.

Noticing Mu Zhian's sighing eyes, Yao Meng couldn't help but tilted his head slightly: "What's wrong?"

Mu Zhian shook his head and said, "It's okay. I'm just used to being with you before. It seems that I rarely see you using your Tao Yun."

Every generation of saints in Yaochi Holy Land is familiar with people since birth, and part of the reason for this is because of their Taoist charm.

Just opening your mouth will make people feel good about you, and even the fairy sound alone can make people surrender.

Yao Meng glanced at him and said with a smile: "Relying on your own charm alone is enough, why do you need to add Taoist charm?"

When she said this, she seemed to have thought of something. A teasing smile appeared under her delicate and pretty face. She leaned slightly closer to her ear, and her voice with a special rhyme spread gently in the room like ripples:

"Or do you like this tone?"

Mu Zhian's heartbeat quickened, but he shook his head reservedly: "I'm not that kind of person."

"Oh."

Yao Meng raised the corner of her mouth slightly and looked at him with a half-smile: "Do you dare to say that you are not moved at all?"

Mu Zhian nodded seriously and said, "That's natural."

You may say so, but a woman with clean skin, fair skin and jade body stands aside and looks down at you. She is absolutely beautiful no matter what angle you look at her from, and it is impossible not to be moved by her heart.

What's more, he was already so smitten by Yao Meng yesterday. Today, when he and Regina went to the depths of the Heavenly Pill Phoenix Tree, they saw Lina trapped in the main hall by the Pure World vines...

Sensing Mu Zhian's fiery eyes looking up at him, Yao Meng's pretty face as delicate as snow was unconsciously blushed, but he pretended to be indifferent and said: "Has that woman told everything? "

"Nanhuang wants to resurrect the Fourth Pillar God, and Regina is the body that the God of Space prepared in the past." Mu Zhian said.

Yao Meng frowned slightly: "How can they be so united? If Xue Yi is reborn, Southern Wasteland will indeed be stronger than ever before, but the status of the three pillar gods will also be reduced a lot."

Mu Zhian asked: "Is the Fourth Pillar God really that strong?"

"According to legend, Xue Yi is the only god who has met the founder of the Southern Wilderness. Maybe she left Regina's body behind because she found a way to improve her strength..." Yao Meng said softly.

Mu Zhian's eyes flashed slightly, and he subconsciously asked, "She also wants to become an immortal?"

Yao Meng nodded slightly: "Maybe."

"But Nanhuang doesn't know where the fourth pillar god is now. I think there won't be any big problems in a short time."

Mu Zhian hummed, stretched out his hand to hold Yao Meng's cool and soft hand, and said, "What needs more attention now is your side."

As he stood up, he gently pressed Yao Meng's shoulders and made her sit on the soft bed behind him.

In the spacious hut, a smokeless charcoal fire burned brightly.

Yao Meng sat with her legs bent in front of her body. Her snow-white skin was faintly visible under her thin green gauze. Her breasts were bulging under her gauze, and a hint of her snow-white skin appeared vaguely in the candlelight.

Seeing Mu Zhian approaching him, the affection in his eyes undisguised, Yao Meng's eyes flashed with a shy light, and then when he was about to lower his head for a kiss, he suddenly froze for a moment and asked doubtfully: "Where does the fragrance come from?"

The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment.

Yao Meng raised her beautiful eyes and leaned slightly towards Mu Zhian's body to smell it. Sure enough, there was a fragrance that did not belong to him.

Mu Zhian was also puzzled: "You have been with me from beginning to end today. If it really has a fragrance, how is it possible that you and I don't know about it?"

This is true. I have been by Mu Zhian's side from beginning to end today. I shouldn't have anyone approach me without knowing it.

Is this an illusion... Yao Meng thought to himself.

Mu Zhian's heart moved slightly as he remembered something.

Speaking of which, I had a conversation with the original witch in a dream before, and she also approached me. Could it be that time...

If this is the case, I was not dreaming before, but actually had a conversation with the original witch...

Seeing Yao Meng's thoughtful expression, Mu Zhi'an secretly thought something was wrong, so he simply leaned down and buried himself in her arms.

Yao Meng seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly said: "Could it be that the seal of the spiritual consciousness in the Tiansheng Furnace was unlocked... Hmm~"

She suddenly covered her red lips lightly, lowered her head and looked at the young man in her arms with moist and beautiful eyes full of affection, and said resentfully: "I still have something serious to say to you."

This soft voice seemed to be complaining, but instead it felt like a little girlfriend was acting coquettishly.

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Zhian put his hands on her shoulders. Under Mu Zhian's slight strength, Yao Meng fell down on the bed. With moist eyes, he looked at the beams under the ceiling and under her long skirt. The crystal jade feet tensed subconsciously.

"There is nothing more important than this now. My Eight Desolations Dream Map is still a little short of being promoted to the next level. By then, I can barely fight even in the Return to Void Realm." Mu Zhian lowered his head and stared at his arms. The beauty said softly.

Yao Meng bit her lower lip lightly to keep herself rational, and said softly: "Listen to me first. After the wedding is over, I will clear out everything in the Holy King City and attack the Ascension. When the time comes, the people from Yaochi will take you into the ancestral home." land."

"If that's the case, is the ancestral land the escape route you have prepared?" Mu Zhian said to himself.

Yao Meng hummed.

Mu Zhian was slightly stunned, staring at Yao Meng's ice-like delicate face, and suddenly smiled: "I want to take the back road now, will you take me to visit the ancestral land later?"

Yao Meng was stunned for a moment and did not react.

Then I saw his direct, obsessed gaze.

She glared at him resentfully, and turned away shyly. Her charming profile was tinged with an alluring blush, and her neck was graceful.

Under the dim candlelight, the Green Emperor of the Yaochi Holy Land was shy and timid, waiting for the man to pick her. She no longer looked like a big sister who teased people in the past. She pursed her lips slightly, looked angry, and her curled eyelashes trembled slightly because of shyness.

There is probably no such a moving scene in the world. Mu Zhian stretched out his hand to let her face him, staring at this beautiful face that could overturn the whole country, lifting her snow-white chin, lowering his head slightly, and kissing her plump red lips.

Yao Meng's eyelashes trembled slightly, her green jade fingers moved slightly, and finally her hands gently hugged his strong waist, and the blush on her face became more and more moving.

…

Time passed unknowingly, and several days passed in the blink of an eye.

As the wedding ceremony was getting closer, the Saint King City was more lively than ever before, with all kinds of strange costumes everywhere.

The only thing missing was the demon cultivators from the demon world.

At this moment, they were probably still struggling over whether or not to wake up the demon queen.

On this day, the several heads and elders of the Liangyi Sect who came to celebrate had already arrived at the Yaochi Holy Land with several disciples...