Reborn Demon Emperor, I have to stay away from them

Yu Mu finally left in disgrace. It was not because he was henpecked, but because a good man would not fight with a woman.

As the Demon Emperor, he really doesn't have any decent imperial palace. Until now, he still lives in the Liji Palace in the Demon Realm and occasionally returns to the Seven Killing Palace.

Li Ji Palace was originally Li Gu's old nest, but now it has become Yu Mu's base camp. As for Li Gu, she moved to make room and spent all her time studying her group of little turtle shells.

As for some matters that originally belonged to Li Gu... they are still piled there, waiting for Yu Mu or Su Qiyuan to deal with them.

Look, in the hall, Zi Li has taken off her armor and restored her old makeup.

Now she looks very weak and her cultivation even shows signs of falling below the Mahayana level.

As soon as she saw Yu Mu, a hint of surprise flashed across her pale face.

"Why did Lord Zi Li come to Liji Palace?"

At this moment, the only people in this world who could still sense the presence of Yu Mu's specific cultivation aura were only a handful.

In Zi Li's eyes, Yu Mu at this time looked gentle and lazy, yet with a bit of majesty that only belonged to the Demon Emperor. For a moment, the shadow of Yu Mu in the past slowly merged with the current Yu Mu in her eyes.

She raised her hand slightly, but forced herself to put it down.

"I…"

She looked at Yu Mu: "I should leave soon."

This time, there was no hysteria, nor too many emotions. Zi Li just stood quietly in front of Yu Mu, speaking in the calmest tone.

"I can't get my original energy back. I've used up everything to gain this energy. Now it's time to pay it back."

She saw Yu Mu's eyes flicker slightly, but it only flickered for a moment.

"Your Highness should live your own life and walk the path that belongs only to you." Yu Mu finally spoke. He looked directly into his own slightly crystal clear eyes. Although he no longer had the indifference of the past, he also lost the color of the past.

He is the emperor, and he is looking at his subjects.

"Instead of treating yourself as a tool for anyone, living for anyone, as long as you can be your true self, even for a moment."

As he said this, Yu Mu sighed softly: "If you have any wishes that have not yet been promoted, you can ask for them."

"I have."

Zi Li nodded heavily, she took a step forward, and looked up at Yu Mu, with even a hint of request in her beautiful, crystal clear eyes.

"Mu'er... I know I'm not worthy. I cleared away the fog too late. It was me who hurt you too badly. In this life, I can't redeem you.

But... I really want to hear it, even if it's just the last time, Mu'er... can you call me Master again? Just once."

Yu Mu was silent for a while, but then he smiled and said, "Great Master, you are tired."

Hearing this, Zi Li's beautiful face seemed to become even more haggard, and even a little older.

But she still held her head up stubbornly, as if she was afraid that tears would fall if she lowered her head.

She smiled, and that smile was like the purple jacaranda flowers all over the mountains.

However, she stepped forward, opened her arms and gently embraced Yu Mu, who did not move at all, even though Yu Mu was now much taller than her.

She just felt Yu Mu's chest, body temperature, heartbeat, and felt these things that once belonged to her but now slipped through her fingers like water.

After only three breaths, she let go and took two steps back.

She looked at Yu Mu, her smile brightened, and she seemed to be content and whispered, "I understand, Your Majesty."

"Great Master, slow down."

Zi Li bowed, then turned around and left Li Ji Palace without any attachment.

At this moment, Su Qiyuan's pretty face showed a bit of jealousy and complexity, and her figure appeared beside Yu Mu.

"Yu Mu, do you still hate her?"

"No." Yu Mu shook his head and gently put his arms around Su Qiyuan's slender waist: "I said, no one in this world is worthy of my hatred."

"She's leaving."

Su Qiyuan leaned in Yu Mu's arms, his mind watching Zi Li's back as she walked away.

She seemed to be walking the same way she came, about to return to where she came from.

Su Qiyuan didn't know what Yu Mu was thinking, but she was thinking of Zi Li fighting the demons fearlessly on the battlefield.

After all, he is a poor man.

But it’s better for her to die. If her time was not running out, Su Qiyuan would have thought about how to send her off.

A person who is peerless in his or her generation should just stay in his or her peerless glory forever, why bother with the mundane world?

.........

Northwest, the former site of Yunhe.

It’s the time when purple jacaranda flowers are in full bloom again.

On top of the Ziyun Palace, there is a tree that was planted by Yu Mu, a former disciple of the Zili Sect.

At this moment, a female cultivator wearing a lavender dress, with a beautiful face and dignity, leaned gently against the tree trunk, letting the petals fall on her shoulders and hair.

Although the building of Ziyun Palace is intact, it is no longer popular with people.

Zi Li's cultivation level has even fallen to the Nascent Soul stage, which is the same as her cultivation level at the beginning.

Her spiritual power, lifespan and vitality were exhausted, making her extremely weak.

The memories in her mind even began to blur. She seemed to have forgotten what had happened and how she...had returned here.

"The world is just a dream, and the autumn chill has come and gone..."

She wanted to raise her hand to gain support from the falling petals, but she didn't even have the strength to do so.

Only a drop of tear, as the petals fell to the ground, added the final vitality to the petals.

"if…"

Her cherry lips pulled up into a sad, self-deprecating smile, and she actually raised her hand, as if she was trying to grab something.

"If I could...I would also like to go back in time, come back again...and see you again..."

she whispered.

When the last wisp of chaotic energy from heaven and earth dissipated, she remembered so many things, but she could no longer see this world clearly.

It was just that in a trance, it seemed to be vaguely seen.

She saw...

The young man who once danced with a spear under the purple jacaranda tree walked towards her, with the purest smile in the world on his childish face.

He stretched out his hand and called her Master, and the beautiful purple jasmine petals fell on his shoulders and hair.

Zi Li also smiled, and she called softly: Mu'er.

But then I saw that the purple jasmine flowers...had finally fallen.

...............

On this day, under the coercion of Su Qiyuan, Yu Mu was in the main hall, writing down some important matters.

But at this moment, a powerful figure from the Demon Realm came to report, and as he knelt down, a look of panic appeared on his face.

"Your Majesty! The Great Venerable Zi...Zi Li...passed away at dusk at the old site of Yunhe Gate in the northwest, under the purple Yinghua tree..."

Yu Mu did not look up, but he saw the ink on the tip of the pen.

"Its soul can be crossed."

“Your Majesty, I have never failed in helping the great Venerable Zi Li’s soul enter reincarnation.” The strong man still bowed his head, not daring to raise it.

"Ah."

Yu Mu waved his hand, and the strong man kowtowed again as if he had been pardoned, and respectfully left the hall.

In the entire hall, only Yu Mu was left sitting on the high seat, still holding a pen. His clear eyes looked into the distance, as if he could transcend time.

After a long moment, he murmured softly.

"If there is a next life, please don't meet me again."

"Master..."