There is No Fairy I Can't Bend

However, in three months, Okinawa Island has almost changed. The original simple villages and small towns now have few people building simple thatched houses. Everyone’s houses are beautiful wooden houses, and the planning is neat and orderly. The original scene of primitive people is gone.

Yin Shiming explained that in the past few months, several witches have formed the Queen's think tank to help Mo Xueqing develop the Yaozu's homeland, and now it has achieved excellent results.

The original shrine of Makoto has also been demolished, and it is now the palace of the Queen of the Monster Race—that is, the residence of Mo Xueqing and Yin Shiming.

After hearing this, Mo Mingxin was very happy: "My daughter is really amazing."

Yin Shiming gave her a white look: "It's all thanks to Zhenzi and the others. Qing'er is still young. How can I understand these decisions? She is just a symbol of the demon clan."

After finishing speaking, her eyes became a little darker: "Ming Xin, although the Yaozu have just escaped from the oppression of the Demon King, they are still very united, but after a long time, people's hearts will eventually change. When they start fighting the Yaozu with all their strength At that time, Qing'er will only become a thorn in the eyes of some people, and I don't want her to face this."

"Are you worried too much?" Mo Mingxin looked at her helplessly: "It will take at least a few years, even ten years later, do you think I will let the Yaozu develop on their own for more than ten years?"

"You already have arrangements?"

Mo Ming smiled and nodded: "Of course, if Qing'er is not the queen of the demon clan, then I have no interest in meddling in the development of the demon clan. But since they insist on Qing'er being the queen, then be ready to submit forever Under Qing'er's prestige, hahahahaha..."

"...What is the difference between you and the demon king who oppressed the demon clan?"

"I never said that I helped the Yaozu for the sake of justice." Mo Mingxin shrugged his shoulders: "You still expect me, a demon girl, to be kind?"

Yin Shiming was speechless, but she didn't object because it was about her daughter.

During the conversation, the two had arrived at the palace.It is said to be a palace, but it is just a bigger house. The current Yaozu is still very weak, and it is impossible for them to build a magnificent palace.

The two landed in the yard, and before they could stand still, a little guy had already come running from a distance and threw himself into Mo Ming's arms.

"mom!"

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In the blue sky, hoarfrost lingers, the snow-white palace is as bright as the moon in the night, and the candles are flickering. In the only room that is still lit, it is as cold as ever, and the flawless whiteness is the only color of the room, just like its Like the master, it is cold, without any warmth, and there is a looming sense of loneliness everywhere.

Zhen Mengchan sat in front of the desk, looking only at the empty room, expressionless.Whether her heart was bitter or bitter, no one knew, only the eyes that showed from time to time at that time showed that she still had some humanity, not as indifferent as her expression showed.

On the jade table made of Tianxue Hanyu, the brushes, ink, paper and inkstones are placed neatly and meticulously, only one scroll is placed diagonally on the table, which seems out of place.

It was the only item that was not carefully placed, as if Zhen Mengchan didn't care much and just threw it there, but in fact, Zhen Mengchan had been staring at the scroll for a long time.

an hour?

two hours?

She didn't know either, but when she came back, it was still daylight, but now it was already midnight.

She didn't know why she cared so much about the scroll.

Maybe she knew and just didn't want to admit it.

She has practiced Taoism for thousands of years, and there are very few people who can enter her heart. When she was ignorant, she only cared about her master; The disciple put all his thoughts into it; but unexpectedly... one day, a junior from the Demon Sect, a vile and shameless demon girl, would haunt her in her dreams.

What made it even more difficult for her to accept was that this witch was still someone her disciples yearned for day and night.

What went wrong?

Why did I degenerate to such an extent?

She has been cold all her life, and her only concern is hidden under her stern appearance. She rejects people thousands of miles away, and never takes the initiative to accept strangers. How could she be in love with a witch?

When we first met, that lie?

After thinking that she was a junior sister, he mistakenly placed his feelings for her junior sister on her?

But when the lie was found out, why didn't she feel angry?

Is it because of her incomparable self-confidence and calm smile when she saved herself?

Or... the ambiguity and charm when he was healing her wounds?

Thinking back on these little things, Zhen Mengchan's heart was in a mess, and she gradually became agitated looking at the picture scroll.

"A disturbing thing!"

She stretched out her white jade hand, grabbed the scroll and was about to throw it away, but when she raised her hand, she couldn't help but think of the look of the demon girl when she parted.

Reluctance, and determination... What kind of mood did she have when she gave the scroll to herself?

Thinking of this, Zhen Mengchan felt a little reluctant to throw away the scroll.

She hesitated again and again, but finally she held one end of the scroll and slowly unfolded it.

After looking at it for so long, she never dared to open it, fearing that there might be a few words left in it, which would disturb her Dao heart.She was both afraid and looking forward to it, wondering what the man wanted to tell her.

The scroll gradually unfolded, and soon Zhen Mengchan saw the person in the painting.

Although only the head part was seen, it was immediately recognizable that the person in the painting was himself.

Different from her usual cold self, the person in the painting Xiafei has spring on her cheeks, her sandalwood mouth is lightly opened, and there seems to be a gentle and soft voice exhaling from it.

Seeing this, Zhen Mengchan couldn't help feeling ashamed and angry. Could it be that in the eyes of that demon girl, she was like the slutty woman in the painting?

Pulling down the animation scroll, it is the snow-white jade neck, the exposed jade neck is as warm and moist as jade, and it is shockingly beautiful.

Further down, the slender fragrant shoulders are fascinating, and the delicate collarbone is even more fascinating.

However, Zhen Mengchan's face was already gloomy.

Continue to pull it apart, and as expected, the beautiful curves come into view, two huge semicircular and heavy, hanging in front of the body, the two bright red spots are like the eyes of a white rabbit, showing a playful meaning.

With a cold face, Zhen Mengchan directly unfolded the scroll to the end, and the tenderness of the person in the painting was fully revealed.