After successfully sending his men away, the journey back should have been relaxing and joyful. Unexpectedly, because of Xie Jin's words, the demon king kept his face dark and exuded an aura that was not easy to mess with.

Jian Lin was also silent, with Xie Jin's words swirling in his mind: A life without important memories is incomplete.

In fact, the Demon King himself cares a lot about it. If he doesn't get married or have children, he won't let Xie Jin mention it. This kind of passive resistance just shows that he can't let go.

Jian Lin stared at the side of the Demon Lord's face, leaned on his shoulder distressedly, and couldn't help but whisper softly, "Don't be angry. The angrier you are, the more it proves that Xie Jin is right. In fact, you also understand in your heart, Xie Jin

There is no bad intention, you don’t blame him, you only blame yourself, am I right?”

The Demon Lord let out a long sigh and replied in a low voice, "You're right. I'm so sorry that you saw through it."

"Who am I? Why are you embarrassed to be seen through by me?" Jian Lin raised her face and nestled in his arms affectionately. "Master Chongyuan, I don't care that you have an ex-girlfriend. I hope you will think about it soon and don't do it because of this again."

It's sad."

"I'm not sad," Demon Lord lowered his eyes to look at her and said very seriously, "It's not just about her. I hate myself even more for not being strong enough to surpass my father. I can't break the legacy he left behind.

The Forbidden Curse, and even the current demon world, were all established by him, and they are still running according to the rules he set. I did nothing, I just sat back and enjoyed the results."

Oh, Jian Lin understood. She was narrow-minded and thought she was sad for her ex-girlfriend. Unexpectedly, what affected him more was the resistance to patriarchy.

Being unable to defeat his own father is indeed quite frustrating for a man who wants to be strong.

"What kind of forbidden spell is that?" Bai Xian's voice came faintly from inside the carriage, "If you don't mind, I can help you take a look."

Jian Lin and the Demon Lord looked at each other and almost forgot that there was a living dead in the carriage, and this living dead was also the strongest forbidden spell master in the world.

Jian Lin was facing a formidable enemy and was upset that he shouldn't have said that in front of Bai Xian. The Demon Lord didn't care. He replied loudly, "Thank you for your kindness. It's not necessary for the moment. That forbidden curse only makes sense if I break it myself."

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Speaking of how to break the forbidden curse, Jian Lin remembered the previous conversation. In fact, the old demon king gave the demon king the answer. As long as he gets married and has children, he can break it with the third generation bloodline.

But the Demon King, a rebellious and strong-willed son, was obviously unwilling to use this method.

Jian Lin thought about it, and suddenly came up with a dangerous and bold idea, that is, she actually didn't mind... giving the Demon Lord a child.

After this idea came up, she was shocked. Help, is she crazy? She loves him so much!

Jian Lin was paralyzed. After she came to her senses, she asked the system if she could see her heart rate for the Demon King. She was willing to give birth to a child for him. Is her heart rate worth so much?

The system was silent for a while and then replied helplessly, "Master host, there is no such function. Just ask yourself, where do you need the system's help?"

That's what I say, but whether you like it or not, whether you love it or not, the person involved will always be fascinated by himself. If everyone knew his own mind clearly, there would be no painful regrets in the world.

Both of them had something on their minds and returned to Cangnan Town in silence.

The Demon Lord could not break the forbidden curse of the Twelve Peaks, and all the agents arranged by the Demon Sect had to retreat. In order to get first-hand information, the Demon Lord decided to go out on his own and sneak into the Immortal Sect Conference. He wanted to know what all the Immortal Sects were doing.

What the hell are you doing?

Jian Lin didn't care. She found out the reason for the disappearance of her spiritual energy and broke the spirit-absorbing formation. Her next goal was to cultivate the golden elixir. She could practice it anywhere and she would follow the arrangements of the Demon Lord.

With Bai Xian by her side, Jian Lin can boldly practice with magic breath, and the blind spot of the forbidden curse can ensure that she will not be discovered.

However, after practicing for a few days, she suddenly discovered that the Mingyue Divine Art was not as smooth as before. Every time she circulated the magic breath, she would feel a layer of stagnation, as if she had been hindered by something.

After Demon Lord came back that day, Jian Lin told him about the matter and said depressedly, "I suspect that I am really not suitable for practicing Taoism. No matter how I practice, nothing feels right. I have been practicing for so long and I have not made any progress. How can I still regress?"

"

Seeing Jian Lin's troubled look, Demon Lord sat down and stretched out his hand to her, "Have you really regressed? Let me show you."

Jian Lin asked warily, "What do you want to see?"

She still remembered the pain when the demon king used his demonic breath to forcefully penetrate her sea of ​​consciousness. It was like a needle pricking her, and it hurt so much that she was dying. She didn't want to do it again.

"Don't worry, I'll look at it gently and it won't affect you." Demon Lord assured.

Jian Lin was confused, "What do you mean? Do you have a way to test my cultivation without hurting me?"

The Demon Lord glanced at her and answered with silence.

Jian Lin is going to be so angry with this bitch! It seems that he has always known the gentle way, but he just doesn't use it. Seeing that she is in terrible pain, he is very happy, isn't he?

"There is actually a reason for this," Demon Lord said righteously, "You have to understand that I didn't... care about you that much before."

What a cold and heartless man! Jian Lin rushed over, pinched his neck and said, "Haha, do you care now? You can tell the difference, but I can't. I want revenge!"

The Demon Lord smiled and held her wrist, "Don't be angry, give me a chance to make up for it, I'll show it to you now."

Jian Lin couldn't beat her, and after a long time of fussing, she gave in. The Demon Lord stretched out his hand to grab her life gate, frowning, and examined her carefully.

Jian Lin was as nervous as an old father outside the delivery room, and kept asking, "How is it? My feeling is right, is there no progress at all?"

"It's a bit strange," the demon king took back his hand, asked Jian Lin to stand up, patted his chest and said, "Don't use the demon breath. Use your spiritual energy to hit me. Remember to use all your strength."

Jian Lin hesitated, "What do you mean? Why should I hit you for no reason?"

"Don't worry, with your strength, you won't do any harm to me," Demon Lord spread his hands and said narcissistically, "Fight with all your strength, you're welcome, come on."

That's right. What kind of harm can her meager strength do to the Demon Lord? Besides, when he hurt her, he showed no mercy at all.

Thinking of this, Jian Lin's anger level soared. She concentrated her energy, transferred all her spiritual energy to her palms, aimed it at the Demon Lord's chest, and suddenly released a palm.

The moment his palm touched his chest, a violent force suddenly burst out. The Demon Lord fell backwards and fell to the ground with a loud sound.

Jian Lin was so frightened that she looked at her palm in disbelief and then at the Demon Lord. What happened? She beat the Demon Lord to death with one palm?

She hurriedly rushed over and saw the Demon Lord lying on the ground, his eyes closed tightly, as if he was not breathing.

"Hey! Master Chongyuan!" Jian Lin reached out and touched the side of his face to test his breathing, "No! You, wake up quickly!" z.br

Jian Lin was in a panic, stretched out her hand to pull open his clothes, and suddenly found a bright red palm print on his strong chest. Was this a slap made by her?

When I was panicking, there was a knock on the door. The waiter asked tentatively, "Guest, are you okay? It seemed like there was a loud bang in your room just now."

Jian Lin calmed down. No matter what, he couldn't let outsiders know about the Demon Lord's injury.

"It's okay. I was just practicing. I accidentally lost control of my strength and broke a chair." Jian Lin replied loudly, "Don't worry, I will pay for it. Just put it in the account. I'm practicing at a critical moment. Don't worry about it first."

Come and disturb me."

Cangnan Town is full of people who are cultivators of immortality. The waiter in the shop is well-informed and is not surprised by strange things. "Okay, I won't disturb the guests. I will give you a new chair when I get back."

After sending the waiter away, Jian Lin turned back to look at the Demon Lord. He was still lying on the ground without saying a word.

Jian Lin calmed down this time. She knelt down beside him and said in a solemn voice, "Stop pretending. I don't believe I can beat you to death with one slap. Get up."

The Demon Lord remained motionless.

Jian Lin sneered and thought, just pretend, she has plenty of ways to deal with him.

Jian Lin reached out to untie the Demon Lord's belt and unbuttoned his robe, revealing his strong chest and abdominal muscles. Seeing that he was still pretending to be dead, she stretched her sinful hands towards his belt.

Seemingly about to be untied,

The Demon Lord reached out and grabbed Jian Lin's wrist, opened his eyes and said, "You win, I admit defeat."

"Oh, I knew it." Jian Lin refused and stretched out his hand to tug on the Demon Lord's pants, "You keep pretending! I'll let you pretend!"

The Demon Lord turned around and quickly stood up to avoid Jian Lin's claws. He covered his chest and said, "Listen to me, it's not all pretending. This palm is really powerful."

Jian Lin stopped. She had seen it with her own eyes. It was indeed not a minor injury. She said distressedly, "Who wants you to be brave? If you insist on me beating you, you see something happened now."

Jian Lin supported the Demon Lord and let him lie on the bed, stretched out his hand to pull open his clothes, and checked the injury on his chest again.

"Don't worry, there are no internal injuries." The Demon Lord leaned on the pillow and stretched out his fingers to press around the palm prints. He frowned in pain. "Apply some blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing medicine. It will be fine in two days."

"Really? Don't lie just to save face," Jian Lin said skeptically, "What's going on?"

"Obviously," Demon Lord raised his eyes to look at Jian Lin and said seriously, "your spiritual power has been increasing. The reason why you are not practicing the Mingyue Divine Art smoothly is because the two forces are in conflict. One is eliminating the other.

As the body grows longer, its spiritual power increases, and it naturally repels the devil's breath."

Jian Lin's eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "You mean, the soul-absorbing formation was broken and my power came back!"

"I'm back, and it belongs to you. It fits your body. It's much better than practicing magic breath."

Jian Lin's eyes were hot and she suddenly wanted to cry. After twelve years of wasting, she finally got back everything that belonged to her.

"Why are you crying? Isn't this a happy thing?" Demon Lord pressed the corners of her eyes with his fingers, "You can practice your spiritual power from now on. This time, I believe you will make a breakthrough soon."

Jian Lin wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. She sobbed and threw herself into the Demon Lord's arms. She hugged him and muttered, "I'm so happy, really, really happy. I'm no longer a waste."
Chapter completed!