She was getting closer and closer to her final goal, but she didn't feel any excitement at all. Instead, the hole in her heart inexplicably got bigger and bigger, as if it had been hollowed out by an invisible force.

Her original goal of setting off, Ling Mulao, was not for the great mission of the saint, let alone to save the common people, but just to complete the mission of time travel.

After this journey, where should we go?

This question kept flashing through her mind, but she couldn't give herself any answer.

Ling Mulao took a deep breath, smelled the faint body fragrance that belonged to Nangong Yi in the air, and then turned sideways to stop himself from thinking about such a heavy problem.

The bright moon moves eastward and the night becomes darker.

The sea was still rolling with waves, and the bright moonlight fell on the clear water, rippling out starlight like broken gold.

The sound of the waves crashing like a light song rippled in the silent night.

The blue eyes gradually turned cold, and the tenderness between Xuanyuan Moxie's brows had long since disappeared. Listening to the sound of the waves, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

That smile was neither sinister nor iron-blooded, but a kind of following that would never give up.

The conversation between Nangong Yi and Ling Mulao echoed in my mind, and a certain string in my heart was inadvertently touched, and the forgotten scenes were touched again.

.....

"Jinger, if you are scared, you can choose to give up."

His slender fingers were stroking the woman's long hair as smooth as seaweed, and there was a warmth in his eyes that made the world eclipse.

"Moye, I won't be afraid wherever you are, and I will never leave you in this life."

Holding his hand tightly, the woman leaned on his chest, even though she knew the road ahead was difficult, she still smiled happily.

...

"That's not the case, Jing'er, please listen to my explanation."

His clothes were messy, and he suddenly jumped up from another woman's bed naked, looking flustered and trying to explain.

"Explanation? That's not necessary. If you want to blame me, just blame me, Xuanyuan Jing'er, for being so blind that I fell in love with a man as heartless and unjust as you, Xuanyuan Moxie."

The five fingers hidden in the sleeves were clasped tightly, without any tears, and the woman's eyes even contained an indifference that surpassed everything else.

"You have to believe me, this is just a misunderstanding."

His gentle eyes were dim, and he wanted to hug her anxiously, but he forgot that the rotten air from having sex with another woman still remained in his body.

"Go away, don't get my hands dirty." The woman took a step back, and then looked at him with disdain, "Xuanyuan Moxie, we once swore an oath to each other, but the vicissitudes of life are just like this jade hairpin."

With a flick of Guangxiu, the red jade hairpin in his hand fell to the ground with a clang and broke into several pieces.

"In this life, I, Murong Jing'er, and Xuanyuan Moxie are no longer in love with each other. I only hope that we will never see each other again in this life."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman turned around resolutely, leaving only a hint of loneliness and pride in her clear eyes.

...

They stood face to face and met again five years later, but they had already changed.

She is the exorcist witch, possessing supreme power, and he is the supreme being in the demon world, who can turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain.

"Xuanyuan Moxie, I hope you can turn around and make peace, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

With cold eyes, when they met again, she was no longer the woman who loved her passionately.

"Murong Jing'er, you and I are destined to be at odds when we meet. As long as you are willing, I can love you as I did before."
Chapter completed!