She is a mad villain and it is hard to tell whether she is good or evil

Xuan Cang's eyes were red, like burning fire, and he stared at Mo Rongyuan.

He said coldly: "Just be your Demon Lord and don't meddle in other people's business."

The tone was as cold as ice in the coldest days of winter.

Mo Rongyuan opened his lips slightly, as if he was about to say something, but stopped himself. The words in his heart lingered on the tip of his tongue for a few times before he finally swallowed them back.

After hesitating for a long time, he couldn't help but whispered: "Xuan Cang, you are a god..."

"Hmph, so what?"

Xuan Cang raised his eyebrows and interrupted him, his tone full of unruly and contempt.

Mo Rongyuan frowned, his eyes fixed on Xuan Cang, and he let out a long sigh.

Xuan Cang seemed unaware. He lowered his eyes to look at his hands. The blood in his hands had long since dried up and solidified into dark red scabs.

The corners of his mouth curled up in an almost crazy arc, and he muttered to himself: "The common people? What does it have to do with me?"

"Do you want to live?" Mo Rongyuan stepped forward quickly, trying to dissuade him, his words full of anxiety.

Xuan Cang just sneered, and in an instant, an overwhelming pressure came over him.

Mo Rongyuan suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and the rest of his words were stuck in his throat.

In the blink of an eye, Xuan Cang disappeared without a trace.

Mo Rongyuan looked around and saw blood all over the ground. The pungent smell of blood made him almost nauseous. Not even a soul was left.

He frowned and sighed, "They are all crazy. How can a god have a private relationship? How can he wield the butcher knife against the common people..."

In the divine world, a graceful and elegant man was staring at the water mirror intently.

His eyes sparkled with excitement, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahahaha... Lord Xuancang, you are still so stubborn."

Fang Yi gently stroked the little animal at hand while smiling smugly, but that smile hid a deep calculation.

In the forbidden area, heavy snow fell, flying all over the sky like goose feathers.

Xuan Cang was walking alone in the snow. His brows, forehead, and clothes were all covered with snowflakes. From a distance, he looked like a lone wild goose in the snow.

The black energy around him became thicker and thicker, like a smudge of ink, exuding a bone-chilling chill.

Half a month later, he finally arrived at the end of his journey, a secret place.

This place is buried under ice and snow, everything is silent and empty.

In a cave carved out of ten thousand years of ice, Xuan Cang's real body was sleeping quietly.

It is shrouded in an ominous black aura, as if telling the dusty past.

Xuan Cang held a bead shining with colorful light in his hand, with tenderness in his eyes.

Xuan Cang stared into the distance, his eyes seemed to penetrate the thick fog, and whispered in a low voice: "Don't worry, in this life, no one can stop you in the slightest."

After he finished speaking, his figure flashed and merged into his main body. He fell into a deep sleep in an instant. The aura around him gradually disappeared, as if he had merged into one with this forbidden area.

In Shenmeng Valley, the warm sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the flowers and plants are swaying, and it is a peaceful scene.

"Brother Xiang! I really did it!"

The disciple who had been led by Xiangnan was now wearing the uniform of an outer disciple of Shenmeng Valley.

With excitement on his face, he ran all the way here, raising his arms and cheering.

Xiang Nanyu had a faint smile on his face and whispered, "Congratulations."

His voice was calm, yet it seemed to carry a certain indescribable distance.

The disciple seemed unaware and was still immersed in joy, gesticulating and dancing.

"Thanks to my senior brother's skills, if it weren't for your generous teaching, I wouldn't be where I am today!"

The words were full of gratitude and respect.

"Yeah." Xiang Nanyu nodded slightly, but his eyes were a little dim.

He left a message saying "I have something else to do, so I'll go first."

Then he turned and left.

The disciple was still immersed in the joy of joining the Shenmeng Valley and was unaware of Xiangnan's abnormality.

After returning to the house, Xiangnan just stepped into the door when his legs went weak and he fell to his knees with a plop.

In an instant, violent electric currents danced like silver snakes, raging and shuttling through his body, causing his face to twist in pain and cold sweat to pour down his face.

His face was so gloomy that it looked like water could drip out of it. He clenched his teeth tightly but kept repeating, "I know. I won't do it again."

"Host, please strictly abide by the rules, otherwise this system will continue to punish you."

The emotionless mechanical sound of the system suddenly sounded in the house, chilling to the bone.

"Yes..." Xiang Nanyu gritted his teeth and responded in a muffled voice.

Not long after, the system prompt sounded again, announcing a new task.

He forced himself to stand up, dragged his tired body, and checked it out obediently, his eyes full of helplessness and resignation.

In the past few days, Shenmeng Valley seemed to be shrouded in a veil of tranquility, so peaceful that it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Only the rustling sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves seems to be quietly telling a secret story.

Inside the Jiang family mansion, the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed as if a storm was about to break out. Jiang Yan tightly grasped a secret report, his face frighteningly gloomy, anger gleaming in his eyes, and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Xuan Cang!"

He was full of suspicion and thought to himself: How could my junior sister not notice anything?

This Xuan Cang is clearly not as simple as an ordinary spirit beast.

Look at what it did to its junior sister. Its actions completely exceeded the duties of a spiritual beast.

The more Jiang Yan thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt as if his chest was being pressed down by a huge rock, making him feel suffocated.

How could such a powerful spiritual beast surrender for no reason and be willing to be commanded by a god?

There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. After thinking about it, he was sure that Xuan Cang must have some intentions towards God.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan felt more and more that he had to rush to Shenmeng Valley.

Jiang Yi, who was standing aside, quietly watched the changes in Jiang Yan's expression. How could he not guess what his master was thinking?

He secretly complained in his heart, thinking that his master might be insane. But the previous example was still there, the last person who dared to advise him was still lying on the ground and unable to get up.

Jiang Yi didn't dare to stroke the tiger's whiskers. He could only frown secretly, with his eyebrows twisted into the shape of a "川" character, full of helplessness and worry.

At this moment Jiang Yi didn't know that their troubles were about to come.

At this moment in Shenmeng Valley, the sunlight shines through the mottled leaves, casting fine shadows on the ground.

There was a smile on Shen Ruo's face that was as gentle as the spring breeze, making people feel like they were basking in the warm sunshine.

Not far away, a young boy in red was eating a big pancake with relish in his hand.

The "crackling" sound is particularly clear in the quiet valley.

Look at his outfit, so exquisite and classy, ​​and the magical instruments he wears all over his body emit a warm glow, obviously they are of great value.

Even the seemingly ordinary pancake in his hand was made from the meat of a rare spiritual beast, which showed that he lived a very comfortable life.

"Chi Ling, come here."

If God calls softly, His voice will be as gentle as the spring breeze.

Upon hearing this, Chi Ling immediately swallowed the food in his mouth and trotted over obediently.

He raised his head and looked at Shen Ruo with his big eyes blinking.

Seeing this, Shen Ruo reached out and stroked his head in a good mood.

Chi Ling had a confused look on his face, but his eyes were full of dependence on Shen Ruo.

In his innocent heart, God has become his only support and the one who provides him with food and clothing.

What God says is the sacred decree in his heart that cannot be violated.

Just at this moment, Xie Xuan strode in and saw this warm scene at a glance.

The words that were about to come out of her mouth were swallowed back in an instant. She just stood there quietly, watching thoughtfully.