In the Demon Realm, the morning light outside the window was dim, and the darkness that enveloped the girl in the house had not faded.

She was trapped in a deep nightmare, and her head curtain was soaked with cold sweat from her forehead-

"Ning Xiang, a traitor from Shaoyang Peak, was willing to fall into the devil's way. He has killed several fellow disciples. He even made a cruel move on her raising sister, which made her unconscious until now. It is so cruel that she is extremely vicious!"

"Today, as her biological father and as the master of Shaoyang Peak, I, Ning Tianhe, have a disagreement here to destroy her dantian, strip her sword bones, and sink her into the motan that never reincarnation in order to give you an explanation to all the dead disciples. Do you have any objections?"

Ning Tianhe walked to the right hand and leaned on the Demon-killing Sword, and sat down on the ground with his head down. He asked the cultivators in the surrounding peaks.

The pure white disciple robe worn by the girl was dyed dark red by blood, and hundreds of scars were covered with all kinds of scars. A messy black hair was blown away by the cold wind, revealing her face that had already become blue and white.

Her chest did not rise and fall, and her weight was supported by the Demon-killing Sword she held in her hand. She had obviously died for a long time.

But no one seemed to notice this, and they were all indignantly cursing and shouting the words "scum" and "shamed". Some even threw stones and branches on her, as if she had really done something unforgivable.

Seeing that everyone had no objection, Ning Tianhe dug out Ning Xiang's sword bones and kicked her, who had lost her bones and had turned into a ball of rotten meat, as if the one who was kicked by him just now was not his biological daughter, but a dead dog.

But not long after the girl's corpse sank into the pond, the overwhelming demonic energy suddenly enveloped the entire Shaoyang Peak, and a very conspicuous figure of light pink appeared with a stream of light and headed straight for the Motan.

When this figure rushed out of Motan again, something was already in his arms.

It was a young man wearing a woodcut mask and light pink clothes. His passionate peach eyes that were exposed had become bloodshot and terrifying at this moment, and his body was filled with sharp murderous aura.

"How dare you...?!!"

The man was like a wild beast who had lost his partner, asking questions with heart-wrenching growls.

The continuous magic power slowly enveloped him with his low roar, making his black and beautiful black hair turn white in an instant, and the exposed flesh was covered with large pieces of cracks, as if the next moment it would shatter like ceramics falling to the ground.

Someone noticed his intention and shouted in horror: "No, Mo Yinxing, this demon wants to self-destruct, stop him quickly!!"

Ning Xiang, a soul-shaped enemy, floated beside her corpse, watching her life-saving master smear her with the dirtiest words, and even refused to let her in. Instead, the mortal enemy Demon Lord, who was once sealed with half of her life, took out her body, and now she is still exploring herself to avenge her revenge, which is sarcastic and surprised.

She stared blankly at the stupid demon who had white hair for her in front of her. She felt a dense pain in her heart for some reason, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why..."

But Mo Yinxing was destined not to hear what she said, and just stared at the girl in her arms who seemed to be asleep and murmured softly: "Ning Tianjiao, I feel so regretful..."

What a pity? Ning Xiang's ears became buzzing under the coverage of a larger range of magic and could not hear clearly.

He could only watch more cracks crawl all over his body, shook his head with tears and said, "You don't want..."

"You don't want it!!"

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

Tears soaked her entire face, and the cold sweat from her forehead continued to slide down with the violent ups and downs on her chest, making her head curtain wet.

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

The room was filled with various furniture with peach blossom carvings and some strange things, and she was sitting on a large soft bed with a pink curtain, her clothes had been removed and only her inner clothes were left.

There was a constant stream of rich peach blossoms that penetrated her nose, giving her the illusion of being in the peach forest.

In just a moment, she guessed where she was.

The figure that appeared in her sight later also confirmed what she wanted.

"Oh, are you awake?" Mo Yinxing entered the couch room with a covered in morning dew, and walked slowly towards Ning Xiang with his hand.

As he approached, a stronger fragrance of peach blossoms spread out from around his body.

Ning Xiang stared at his eyes, which was still as black as ink, and shouted him inexplicably after he stopped in front of her, "Don't chant?"

Mo Yinxing raised his eyes to look at her when he heard the sound, but was surprised to find that her eyes were not as cold as he used to see, but were filled with an emotion that he couldn't explain.

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

But who knew that the girl in front of her didn't say anything anymore, but stretched out her hand to him in a daze, wanting to touch his face wearing a wooden half-faced mask.

Mo Yinxing had never been done by her like this before, and was stunned for a moment, and the peach blossom eyes hidden under the mask stared at her in confusion.

But just as her right hand was about to touch his face that was cracked into dust in her previous life, Ning Xiang suffocated her breathing again and stopped her hand carefully, with a slight hope and great fear in her eyes, as if something would happen if she moved one inch further.

Seeing her like this, Mo Yinxing frowned a little deeper, and directly put her face closer, gently pressed it on her fingertips, curiously continuing to stare at her, wanting to see what she was going to do.

But what shocked him was that he then saw the crimson colored the corners of her strange pupils, 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 of Mo Yinxing was completely different from the first time, but he couldn't think of what was different for the moment, 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 at a loss: "Ning Tianjiao, why are you crying suddenly?"

However, his words made Ning Xiang's tears even more violent. She leaned forward and plunged into his arms as he watched his shocked gaze. She reached out to hug him with a very tight force.

"I dreamed that you, the stupid demon, died... so miserable... but it shouldn't have been like this..."

Mo Yinxing had already had a dark face when he heard the first sentence she said, thinking that she hated him so much, and even in his dream, he wanted him to die. But after hearing her last sentence, the anger and grievance in his eyes quickly dissipated, and turned into deep surprise, and pushed her:

"What do you mean? Sit up and make it clear!"
Chapter completed!