She felt that she had missed something.

"Feng Chongtian, you did not disappoint me... Your power is much stronger than I thought."

The madness was even more obvious in the Demon Emperor's eyes.

"The Ancient Clan... I hope you won't let me down..."

With a glance, he looked at Mu Rourou.

"Do you want to see Mu Chenxiao?"

Mu Rourou's eyes suddenly swept away and she suddenly lowered her eyes: "I don't want to..."

"Haha... you don't believe this, right?" The Demon Emperor's mouth showed a sarcastic look: "No matter whether you want to see him or not, I will give you a chance to choose... I can send you into the Demon Clan..."

"Demons?" Mu Rourou looked extremely shocked: "What is it?"

"It's the origin of your bloodline..." The Demon Emperor smiled coldly: "No one can let you enter the Demon Clan except me..."

"I don't understand..." Mu Rourou looked even more surprised: "What does all this mean?"

"That means, you have a chance...a chance to see Mu Chenxiao... do you know why Mu Chenxiao is not around Feng Qingcheng?"

Mu Rourou's eyes trembled suddenly, which was also what she had been wondering about.

According to their relationship, when Feng Qingcheng was pregnant, Mu Chenxiao should never leave.

But the fact is that she had been dormant for so long, but she did not find any trace of Mu Chenxiao.

"Because Mu Chenxiao was trapped in the demon clan... he was trapped there forever..."

"Where are the demons?"

"In another world...a world you've never seen before..."

Mu Rourou was completely shocked, and everything the man in front of her said exceeded her comprehension.

The corners of the Demon Emperor's lips curled a smug smile, and Mu Chenxiao was still the woman's fatal hole.

Her life was destined to be destroyed by the word "love".

"Give me the child...I'll give you Mu Chenxiao... Otherwise, you will be like Feng Qingcheng, and you will never see that man until you die..."

...

The bone-thrusting cold eroded Feng Qingcheng's skin and penetrated into the bone marrow. Even though she curled up into a ball, she could not escape the cold pain.

Even the heat she exhaled turned into frost and mist in an instant.

Compared to such coldness, what tortured her even more was the emptiness in her heart.

Everything in front of me was so quiet, as quiet as a dead land.

On the white earth, snowflakes fluttered down, and she couldn't feel the existence of the wind.

This is like the Arctic, a place where few lives exist.

Few life does not mean the extinction of life.

Around her, a person with a blank expression was occasionally passed by.

But unlike her, these people seemed to be the walking dead, walking expressionlessly.

For them, walking is more like an instinct, as if they will not choose to stop until the end of life and the collapse of heaven and earth.

But in comparison, they are relatively lucky.

Because the cold around them seems to be nonexistent.

It's not like Feng Qingcheng, I feel like I'm about to be frozen.

The pain caused by this cold is more like a punishment or a torture.

They took away the heat from her body bit by bit, as if they were depriving her of life.
Chapter completed!