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The Heart of the Blazing Sun gradually merged with the main body, and Mo Yanchen's body became hot and cold.

The flame pattern between his eyebrows interlaced into black and white, and even his black hair turned white inch by inch, as soft and thin as white silk, with a faint silver glow flowing through it.

The frosty white eyelashes were wet, the corners of the eyes were red, and the silver threads that could not be held back hung on the lips along the gaps between the teeth.

While Meng Jiao was setting up the restriction, Mo Yanchen, who was originally lying on the bed, groped his way towards her with a light step.

Every step seemed to be filled with great pain, and even the snow-white ankles were trembling slightly.

His robe fell to his waist as he walked, and the way it stood upright was evidence of the love poison in his body.

Reluctantly, he carried the person back to the bed, and after thinking for a while, he finally couldn't bear to replace the thick rope with red silk.

The snow-white wrists were restrained and she couldn't use any strength. Meng Jiao put her arms around his neck and began to pull out the love poison in her body one by one.

Mo Yanchen lowered his head and dared not look at her disappointed eyes. He knew that all this was his own decision and he had to bear the consequences.

He only asked her to beat him and scold him, as long as she didn't hate him, anything was fine...

Without his master, he couldn't survive...

With the disappearance of his companions, the remaining love poison in his body began to become restless, causing Mo Yanchen's breathing to become rapid.

She tilted her head and bit her upper lip, trying hard not to make any strange noises, and her eyes were wet.

In Meng Jiao's eyes, it really was like a half-blooming white jade flower on a branch, and her pupils turned into mist.

Put your fingers into his mouth to save the lips that were bitten.

“It will hurt…”

This was the only sentence Meng Jiao said to him after she came back with him in her arms. Hearing this, Mo Yanchen could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes as if he was wronged.

The beads of her lips were slightly moistened by the hot breath he exhaled, and were bright red.

"Master, you finally paid attention to me... woo~"

Pushing aside the clammy white hair from his cheek,

……

……

Meng Jiao's cold and ruthless voice rang in his ears, and he quickened the pace of his men's efforts to pick out the poison.

"Do you know you are wrong?"

Unable to move, Mo Yanchen could only utter a "hmm" in response from his throat.

His eyes, like melting ice, stared unblinkingly at the person he loved most.

The last bit of love poison was pulled out, and Mo Yanchen's sanity completely returned.

Even without the love poison, it still stands proudly.

Even if he wanted to hide it, his hands and feet were tied up, so he could only tell his master openly in this way.

Even just looking at her, I couldn't control my emotions.

I thought that my master would be disgusted by me, but I suddenly felt a pain in my neck.

I felt a slightly cool touch, and in front of the pitch-black iron ring was the master holding a long rope.

The red silk became tighter, and the immortal, who was as cold as frost and snow, fell from the clouds on his own, falling into the seven emotions and six desires.

Absolute confinement and powerful plunder.

"You are too naughty. You need to be punished."

Mo Yanchen's eyes were red with pain, and the redness was blooming...

His body was unable to move, but the one holding the other end of the black rope was his long-missed master.

Just this small thought was enough to make him feel his chest overflow and he straightened his back to try to chase after her.

"Master, I miss you so much, please... love me more, a little more..."

The red silk loosened quietly, and the wrist struggled slightly to free itself. Mo Yanchen, who was trembling in his arms, seemed to be at the end of his strength.

Controlling the rhythm, she landed again after he relaxed, twisting his earlobe that was about to bleed and whispering a reminder,

"Ah Chen, open your sea of ​​consciousness. Today, Master will teach you the method of dual cultivation of the primordial spirit."

The white spiritual energy in the sea of ​​consciousness accumulated into mist and turned into rain. The rain was like lead and only reflected a little.

It was just that it was reflected by the inky Yin Qi, and it was like countless broken pieces of mirrors, splashing in the air, connecting the sky and the earth...

Every drop of rain falls, the snow-white neck is raised...

Humble and prostrate...

Insert the long hair that is pulled tight between the hair...

The flower mirror is placed in the cup, the wine is placed in the snow, and the barrier of spiritual power can only be broken again and again even with strong pressure.

On the top of Qingxuan Peak, thunderclouds gathered again as usual...

After waiting like this for half a month, the thunder tribulation finally arrived.

Seeing Meng Jiao holding up her pants, she didn't look like the cold and aloof immortal outside at all, but instead looked like a prostitute who just came out of a brothel in the mortal world.

The thunder tribulation that had been severely warned by the seniors when he first took up the post flashed twice obediently, indicating that it would not only strike you.

Although he was well-behaved, Meng Jiao could only spread her hands helplessly.

She has replenished her yin energy for the past 100 years, but the child's soul is already weak, how can he survive the thunder tribulation?

But now that he has begun to endure the thunder tribulation, does that mean that his memory will soon be fully restored?

The thunder tribulation had no choice but to accept its fate and strike twice.

The main thing is that even the higher-ups said there was nothing they could do, saying that a big shot had spoken.

After being beaten, Meng Jiao climbed back to the jade bed in the cave. Her lower abdomen, which had taken the fertility pill, felt warm.

The other person on the bed wrinkled his nose, and the next moment he seemed to smell a familiar scent, and came towards her in a daze with red marks all over his body.

"Master, I am so full~"

"Haha~ You're really good at acting like a spoiled child."

Meng Jiao said this with disdain, but her hand still gently pressed on his vest.

The spiritual power under the palm slowly entered the body, and the owner of the body not only did not feel abrupt,

He even sighed in comfort and went deeper into her neck.

......

"Mo Yanchen, how about calling me this? Strange, disgusting, just like me in the eyes of your demon father, insignificant as dust, who can be crushed at any time."

"Whose child is this? How dare you steal my child's things? Believe it or not, I'll give you a beating..."

"You are so young, yet you have committed many sins. However, your mind is clear and bright. Hey, kid, do you want to come with me?"

"Sweeping snow, practicing swordplay, don't look for me unless you have something to do."

"Kill, kill them all, the demons will unify the Holy Xuan Continent in no time, hahahaha..."

Dazzling red, warm blood,

Every face that looked at him with hatred,

Life is fading, blood is spurting,

Rapid heartbeat, heavy breathing,

Those forgotten memories came like a tide, dyeing the entire dream red.

Deep in the dream, Mo Yanchen trembled his lips and watched numbly over and over again, fragments of the past.

But, no...that person is not her...

So, Master, who am I?

Where do you come from?

Will you leave me?

Noticing that his spiritual energy was beginning to riot, Meng Jiao raised her hand and tapped his forehead skillfully.

"Achen, Master is hungry..."

His breathing tightened, and Mo Yanchen struggled to open his eyes, gasping for breath to calm down everything he saw in his dream.

When he saw the person in front of him and was sure that she was right next to him, he suddenly rushed over and hugged her.

"How long has Master been awake? Why didn't you call me?"

She pushed his forehead away in disdain and used the cleaning technique on him several times.

"You're sweating all over, but are you having a nightmare?"

Mo Yanchen wrinkled his nose, and without caring whether he was still being cleansed, he hugged him shamelessly.

He said half jokingly,

"It was indeed a nightmare, Master. I looked for you in the dream for a long time. But fortunately, it was just a dream."

Eyes as clear as glass stared at the person in front of him, holding her stubbornly, wanting to get an answer.

She was so cute that she leaned over and bit his lips.

For her part, she was very happy.

The only one who is happy that he has fallen in love with him from beginning to end is himself.