The Demon Lord is very busy: This little couple is really hard to separate

It's rainy season recently.

The cave in the forbidden area of ​​Xuyou Sect was dry and comfortable.

Feng Yue sat down with two jars of wine, looked up and asked, "How is it?"

At the end of her sight, Mo Jiuyuan was meditating.

Mo Jiuyuan, this guy, not only has he worn the mask of elegance all his life, but he couldn't let go of his burden even after his death.

Feng Yue couldn't stand his behavior: "Stop pretending, aren't you tired?"

Mo Jiuyuan maintained his meditation posture without opening his eyes.

He just said, “I was born this way.”

To be honest, Feng Yue and Mo Jiuyuan are exactly the same kind of people.

But Feng Yue was too lazy to expose Mo Jiuyuan, so she just broke the seals of the two jars of wine with her bare hands.

He drank the whole jar by himself.

Then he picked up the second jar.

This time, she didn't rush to drink. She said, "Do you know who I am?"

Mo Jiuyuan said: "Of course I don't know."

Fengyue was not annoyed.

And suddenly he became very patient: "Then I will tell you, I am the swordsmith of the magic sword."

"Swordsmith?"

Mo Jiuyuan finally opened his eyes.

He stared at Feng Yue for a long time: "The swordsmith of the magic sword... Feng Xing, but what about your face?"

Feng Yue nodded: "The face is borrowed, not mine."

Feng Yue turned aside and stopped looking at Mo Jiuyuan, drinking the wine in small sips.

"This face belongs to the founder of the Xu Yu Sect. He lived thousands of years ago. You haven't heard of him, have you?"

Mo Jiuyuan interrupted her: "What do you want to say?"

Feng Yue said gloomily: "It is your honor that I am willing to talk to you, just listen.

I grew up with the founder of the Xuyu Sect. We were beggars on the streets together. We went to study at the immortal sect together. I made the best sword for her...

forget it. I'm done here."

In the end, it was the sword she gave to him that ended the man's life.

Feng Yue continued, "You and I are of the same lineage, so we can talk freely about some things.

Before our lineage dies, if we have too strong an obsession, a living creature corresponding to the obsession will be spawned after death. Once the obsession is fulfilled, the living creature will immediately dissipate.

I don't think it's accurate.

Before I die, all I want is for someone to come and pull the weeds from my grave.

I never thought that I would become Feng Yue.

It has been dissolved in the stool.

Unfortunately, my wish was not fulfilled.

I died from the magic sword I forged myself. The resentment in it was too strong and soon suppressed my spiritual wisdom after I became Fengyue.

By some strange mistake, I forgot about the grass on the grave.

For thousands of years, nature has never been there.

I am no longer Feng Yue, and I have remembered my original obsession.

Holding the truth in my heart and pulling weeds from my own grave... guess what?"

Feng Yue swallowed the remaining wine and said sadly, "It's actually useless."

Mo Jiuyuan: "You are very persistent. You are determined that Sect Master Feng must go in person."

Fengyue did not comment.

"Who knows. After so many years, who can remember these details?"

Feng Yue said this, but there were complex emotions flowing in her eyes.

"What about you? Do you plan to stay together forever?" Feng Yue asked Mo Jiuyuan.

Mo Jiuyuan said: "Who would want to die?"

Feng Yue: "But you are already dead."

Mo Jiuyuan: "Isn't it better to be like you are now? Isn't it good to have eternal life?"

Feng Yue signaled Mo Jiuyuan to pay attention to his eyes: "You are lying, there is no desire for life in your eyes."

Fengyue picked up the empty wine jar.

"I'm done with the story, I should go back and take a nap."

Feng Yue's fingertips moved towards Mo Jiuyuan.

A pill stopped in front of Mo Jiuyuan's eyebrows and was held by Mo Jiuyuan's fingers.

"If you want to regain your memory, just swallow it. If you prefer to lie here and hope that Yun Yu'an will come to see you from time to time, then throw it away."

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The next day, Mo Jiuyuan disappeared.

By the time Yun Yu'an arrived at the cave, Zhou Xuanyu had already searched the surroundings.

What did the result say...

'There is absolutely no sign of Mo Jiuyuan leaving.'

'He's probably dead again.'

Yun Yu'an looked towards the place where Mo Jiuyuan usually sat in the cave.

He discovered that Mo Jiuyuan's clothes were scattered on the ground, from inner garments to outer robes, wrapped in layers, neatly arranged.

It can be vaguely seen that Mo Jiuyuan was lying on his side when he disappeared.

Place your hands in front of your body and in front of your eyes.

Yun Yu'an often lies like this.

However, he rested his head on Jun Qinghe's legs, and occasionally moved his fingers back and forth on Jun Qinghe's legs.