Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

The blood outside the Rosemary Valley had not yet dissipated, and the solemn silence was broken by another completely different breath.

The space rippled like water waves, and three demon shadows descended silently. The Ice Demon King Situ Yi had a cold face in a dark robe, the Blood Demon King Xue Luo had red eyes, and the Flame Demon King Yan Ye had a deep and condensed aura like earth fire.

As soon as the three demons appeared, all eyes were focused on the figure in the field, wearing a black robe and holding the blood-stained female corpse.

Situ Yi was the first to kneel down, his voice as cold as the abyss: "Welcome the Demon Lord back! The Demon Realm has been in turmoil for a long time. I hope the Demon Lord will have mercy on us and follow us back to the Demon Realm to restore order."

The posture is respectful and the tone is sincere.

Su Chen seemed not to hear it.

All his senses were immersed in the boundless desolation brought by the cold body in his arms.

Traces of dried blood and tears were imprinted on the pale demon's profile. The eyes that once made immortals and Buddhas tremble now only contained bottomless desolation and sorrow.

At this moment, a clear bell sounded along with the sound of casual footsteps.

The demon king Bai Li walked out from the mess, his posture as leisurely as if he was taking a stroll in his own back garden.

He was handsome to the point of being devilish, with his long black hair loose and unkempt, making him look even more lazy and unruly.

The narrow and long phoenix eyes are slightly raised, with a natural red at the end of the eyes, which adds a touch of evil charm and arrogance.

There is a small silver crescent mark on the forehead, which inadvertently exudes a noble brilliance that looks down on the world.

The bright red love bracelet was loosely wrapped around her left wrist, while her right hand was waving a broken jade fan in boredom.

His eyes lazily swept over the kneeling Demon King, and finally landed on Su Chen and Nan Xiang in his arms.

In those phoenix eyes, there was no compassion, no surprise, only a hint of amusement and a hint of mockery that came from seeing through the world.

"Tsk," he said with a lazy and hoarse voice, like an aged fine wine, but with a subtle poison.

"Love is the most torturous thing. Why do you torture yourself into this state?"

This comment is more of a sarcastic comment than an expression of emotion.

The fan was retracted with a "swish", and he used the fan bone to tap Nan Xiang in Su Chen's arms. His tone was still casual, but with an unquestionable certainty:

"Hey, Master Demon, don't be so anxious to mourn. As for this little tree demon... there is still a way out."

As soon as these words were spoken, Su Chen's dead eyes suddenly became as sharp as cold stars, piercing through the grief and locking onto Bai Li.

Bai Li seemed not to feel the pressing gaze, and he opened his folding fan again with a "snap", waving it slowly.

He glanced at the immortals and Buddhists in the distance who were trembling and struggling to survive under the remaining power of the Demon Lord - Qianye Ancient Buddha was sitting cross-legged with a dusty face healing his wounds, and Taoist Shui Yao was catching his breath leaning on a tattered magic weapon.

The corners of his lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, his tone was light, but every word was clear:

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to save these hypocritical losers, or because you were so excited about killing that you forgot to stop. It's just that this world... has been a little 'irritated' by you recently, and the yin and yang are seriously out of balance.

Save her, and make this world less violent and peaceful. This will also make me feel better."

He spoke of the principles of Heaven concerning the balance of the world as casually as if he disliked his neighbors being too noisy, revealing his casual and casual nature. He also lightly covered up the deep-seated responsibility of Heaven's soul division under the excuse of "seeking some peace and quiet".

On the other side, Lingyin Palace Master Chu Yinhui, as cold as the moon, bowed from afar in the direction of Su Chen, expressing her gratitude for not killing him.

Su Chen's gaze was as cold as ice as it swept across the three kneeling demon kings, and finally stopped on Bai Li's cynical face.

The deep hatred flashed across the direction of Qianye, Shui Yao and others, and was then suppressed by a deeper obsession.

He carefully adjusted the position of Nan Xiang in his arms, his black robe fluttering, and his figure turned into a deep stream of light.

"Follow me." The cold command left no room for doubt.

Bai Li raised his eyebrows, and a hint of interest flashed in his narrow and long phoenix eyes, as if he found this order quite interesting.

The acacia bracelet on his wrist swayed slightly with his movements, reflecting an alluring red light.

"Tsk, what a bad temper."

He chuckled softly, with a hint of helplessness and a look of anticipation, and followed leisurely like smoke.

Situ Yi and the other two looked at each other, then turned into magic light and followed far away.

At the edge of chaos, Lu Mingxuan's figure appeared.

His eyes were like those of an eagle, fixed on the direction where Bai Li disappeared, especially the string of dazzling acacia seeds.

There was a boiling fighting spirit on Qingjun's face. Without saying anything, the sword flashed and he chased after him.

In the following fifty years, wherever the demon king Bai Li went, there was always a persistent sword light.

Bai Li would either fan himself and sarcastically comment on Lu Mingxuan's sword moves as "flashy but not practical" and "not well-crafted", or he would yawn lazily and disappear mysteriously, leaving Lu Mingxuan empty-handed.

When he was in a good mood, he would deliberately reveal a flaw like teasing a furry cat, luring Lu Mingxuan to attack with all his strength, and then easily resolve it; when he was not in a good mood, he simply didn't even show his face.

He never actually killed the person, as if this chase spanning fifty years was just a pastime to pass the time.

As for the Demon Lord Su Chen, he completely disappeared from the sight of the world since that day when he left with Nan Xiang's corpse and the Demon King.

The deep stream of light streaked across the sky and finally fell into an isolated valley.

This place is called Qingwu Valley. It is not a blessed land, and the spiritual energy here is only thin and ordinary.

The valley was full of vegetation but there were few spiritual plants, only a few old common sycamore trees with outstretched branches and leaves, rustling in the breeze.

A clear stream gurgles at the bottom of the valley, and the sound of the water makes the valley even more quiet.

Su Chen stepped into this place holding Nan Xiang's corpse. The black magic robe and the blood-stained emerald in his arms seemed out of place in this quiet and simple valley, yet there was a strange harmony between them.

Bai Li's figure followed like smoke, he leaned casually against the rough trunk of an old sycamore tree, he had put away his broken jade fan long ago and stuck it in the collar at the back of his neck, he folded his arms, looked around the valley with his narrow phoenix eyes, the silver moon mark on his forehead glowed faintly in the mottled sunlight filtering through the branches and leaves.

"That's it."

He spoke with a firm tone, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"The place where the pure and turbid of heaven and earth meet, although the vitality is thin, it is the most pure and natural, just right for nurturing the remaining spirituality."

Su Chen stood silently, his withered eyes sweeping across the valley, finally falling back on the peaceful yet cold face in his arms.

He carefully found a place beside a stream, where sunlight and shade met, where the soil was moist and exuded the fragrance of earth.

He slowly leaned over, his movements as gentle as if he were treating a fragile treasure, and temporarily placed Nan Xiang's body on the soft grass.

The green dress had been soaked in blood and then dried, solidifying into dark marks, a glaring reminder of the loss.

Bai Li walked over and casually reached into his wide sleeves and actually took out something - a seed about the size of a fingernail.

The seeds are a warm, almost translucent light golden color, and the surface is covered with extremely fine natural lines. At first glance, they appear plain, but upon closer inspection, one can feel a very restrained yet unusually tenacious vitality contained within them.

It is not as radiant as ordinary spiritual seeds, but instead has a sense of returning to nature and being calm after experiencing many vicissitudes of life.

"Here, ginkgo seeds."

Bai Li picked up the tiny seed with two slender fingers and handed it to Su Chen casually, as if what he was handing over was not the hope of reviving his beloved, but an ordinary fruit core.

"Find a place and bury it."

He paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the bright red at the end of his eyes looked particularly enchanting under the light and shadow.

"But we need to add some 'ingredients' to the soil."

Su Chen raised his dead eyes and asked silently.

Bai Li's lips curled up into a smile, but his eyes were full of amusement as if he saw through everything:

"Three drops of my heart's blood. No more, no less."

He pointed at Su Chen's heart and said, "It should be fresh, with your purest... um, 'thoughts' at the moment."

He didn't say "love" or "obsession," but used a more vague but more accurate word.

Su Chen didn't hesitate at all.

He didn't even look at Bai Li, his eyes were fixed on the light golden seed.

The demonic energy on his fingertips condensed into a sharp but precise blade, which he thrust towards his heart without hesitation. He did not cry out in pain, nor did he even frown.

Three drops of the Demon Lord's blood, which were deep in color and seemed to condense endless sorrow and crazy obsession, slowly seeped out and floated on his fingertips, carrying a heart-pounding pressure and a hint of indescribable sadness.

He squatted down, and not far from where Nan Xiang's body was placed, and used his other hand to dig up a small piece of moist soil almost devoutly.

His movements were clumsy, and he had none of the magical powers of the Demon Lord to turn the world upside down. He was just a man preparing a home for the woman he loved.

The pit was not deep, just enough to hold the seed.

Bai Li watched quietly from the side, rarely making any jokes.

Su Chen carefully dripped the three drops of his heart's essence of blood, which contained tremendous power and extreme emotion, from his fingertips into the bottom of the small pit.

The blood did not seep into the soil and disappear. Instead, it condensed into three small blood beads at the bottom of the pit, emitting a dark luster, like solidified tears.

Then, he very solemnly placed the light golden ginkgo seed gently into the pit, placing it on top of the three drops of heart blood.

The soil was slowly covered, hiding the seeds and blood beads.

Just as the last handful of soil fell, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred!

There was no brilliant light beneath the covered soil, but instead a circle of extremely faint, almost transparent emerald green ripples spread out silently, like a stone thrown into still water, quickly spreading to an area of ten feet in radius.

Wherever the ripples passed, the originally ordinary green grass seemed to straighten up instantly, and the leaves became brighter and more moist. Even the few low wild flowers nearby seemed to be injected with vitality, with their petals stretching and their colors becoming brighter.

An indescribable, pure and gentle breath of life quietly spread out with the small mound of earth as the center, instantly diluting the original silence in the valley, and dispelling the deathly silence and despair lingering around Su Chen, bringing a faint but real warmth.

For the first time, this circle of emerald green ripples of life appeared clearly in Su Chen's dull eyes.

He suddenly looked up at Bai Li, his eyes filled with incredible shock and a ignited spark of hope.

Bai Li just yawned lazily, as if he had just completed a trivial task.

He walked over to Su Chen and casually tapped the newly raised mound with his toes. His tone returned to his usual casual and lazy tone, even with a hint of indifference in his comments:

"Okay, we've planted it. Now all we have to do is wait."

He raised his hand and pointed at the empty air above the mound, and his fingertips casually drew a few mysterious tracks. There was no earth-shattering energy fluctuation, but the air seemed to be distorted by an invisible force, and the light in that area seemed to flow more slowly and stagnantly.

"The time here has been slightly 'tampered' by me."

Bai Li took back his hand, and said calmly that the weather was nice today.

"You must stay here, never leave. Use your magic essence or blood essence to nourish this small place every day. When this ginkgo sapling breaks through the soil, sprouts branches and leaves, and experiences forty-nine times of leaf bloom and leaf withering, and witnesses the passage of forty-nine years..."

For the first time, Bai Li's gaze truly and seriously fell on Su Chen's face. In the depths of those phoenix eyes that saw through the world, it seemed that eternal stars were flowing.

He stopped joking, his voice was low and clear, with a certainty as if declaring fate:

"Old friends...will eventually meet again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Li's figure began to become illusory, like the morning mist that was about to dissipate under the sun.

"We have done what we should do. The rest depends on you and her...luck."

The last few words, accompanied by a faint sigh, dissipated in the wind.

His figure disappeared completely, leaving only the faint light of the silver moon mark on his forehead lingering in the air for a moment before it also returned to invisible form.

Qingwu Valley returned to its tranquility once again, with only the gurgling sound of the brook and the rustling of the parasol trees in the wind.

Su Chen slowly lowered his head, his gaze returning to Nan Xiang's body in a yellow leaf-colored dress. He gently picked her up, cleaned her, and kissed her on the forehead:

"Anan, I believe everything you said. When the ginkgo leaves turn yellow, you and I will meet again."

He used his power to seal up Qingwu Valley and set up a formation to avoid the world. An elegant courtyard soon appeared around the place where the ginkgo seeds were planted. Su Chen carefully carried Nan Xiang into the house, and spread out his black magic robe, like a silent mountain.

He restrained all the demonic energy and pressure that he exuded, and his entire body seemed to merge into this valley, into this small space.

The endless supply of pure magic energy, mixed with the grief and obsession in his heart that had not yet dried up, turned into the most gentle and firm force, like a trickle, silently poured into the soil covered with ginkgo seeds. It also accompanied the seemingly sleeping Nan Xiang with years of patience and tenderness, but in fact it was nourishing the corpse. It spent one spring and autumn after another in this Qingwu Valley, and watched the stars shine, the sun rise and the moon set, just like when they first met in the mountains and forests.

But at that time, one was talking lively, while the other was reciting scriptures and chanting Buddha's name quietly.

Now, one is silently closing his eyes, while the other is gently talking about daily life.

Time in Qingwu Valley seemed to have completely slowed down at this moment. The sun moved, the moon rose and set, the wind, frost, rain and snow came and went, and the four seasons rotated. Only the figure by the stream, like an eternal rock, watched over the glimmer that had not yet broken through the ground, and watched over a reunion appointment that would take forty-nine years to wait for.