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

The breeze blows across the Qingwu Valley, rolling up the golden ginkgo leaves, like gold fragments scattered by the time.

In this valley, time seems to be gently measured by the growth and decline of the towering ginkgo tree, and has quietly passed through fifty years.

Outside the mirror, what the mirror of time and space reflected last was the scene of Su Chen silently nourishing that small space in Qingwu Valley with his own essence and magic energy day after day, year after year.

His robe was as black as ink, and his figure was as lonely as a rock. Only when he looked toward the tall and majestic ginkgo tree that had grown from the seed, would a glimmer of light like a spark occasionally flash across his dry and lonely eyes, as if he was guarding a dream that had been sleeping for a whole century.

At this point, the picture suddenly went black and fell silent.

The cold touch of the mirror was still on her fingertips, but Nan Xiang outside the mirror had no intention of exploring it.

She turned around abruptly and threw herself into the strong, warm embrace behind her, trembling with the pain of surviving a disaster and overflowing with heartache.

Su Chen's arms tightened instantly, as if he had found his lost half, and he held her deeply in his arms.

The two of them kissed each other passionately and lingeringly, as if they wanted to melt all the longing, worry, pain and ecstasy of loss and recovery that spanned fifty years between life and death into each other's breath.

It is no longer the plundering of the Demon Lord with a breath of destruction fifty years later, but the confirmation and fusion in the deepest part of the soul after experiencing vicissitudes.

Tears silently slid down Nan Xiang's cheeks, salty and bitter with endless sweetness.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Nan Xiang raised her face and gently traced with her fingertips Su Chen's eyebrows and eyes, which had calmed down but were still deep and charming. The scarlet at the corners of his eyes had faded away, leaving only the calmness that had gone through hardships.

Her voice was slightly hoarse, with a gentleness that was as gentle as water and a hint of coldness:

"Su Chen, your fifty years of loneliness, your blood and tears... cannot be shed in vain. Those debts must be settled now."

Su Chen lowered his eyes and stared at his reflection in her eyes. There was no longer the compassion of a Buddhist, nor the rage he had when the Demon Lord was first born. Only a profound and powerful insight into the world after the Buddha and the Demon became one was left.

He gently kissed away the tears from her eyes, his voice low and calm, yet it contained the power to change the world:

"Good. From now on, there will be no more Ten Thousand Buddha Sect in the world, and the immortal sects will also need to be reshuffled."

The reckoning is like thunder from heaven, swift and fair.

Qianye Ancient Buddha, this false Buddha who once used compassion as a mask but acted greedily and calculatingly, was eventually bitten back by the pure Buddha power that he had been striving to strip from his body all his life.

He sat cross-legged on the broken golden body of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect that had long been burned by the Suchen Demon Lotus. The Buddha light around him fluctuated violently, and eventually turned from gold to gray, like the ashes of burnt incense, which crumbled inch by inch, along with his twisted soul, completely turning into dust and dissipating between heaven and earth.

The holy land of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, this temple that carried countless vanities and sins, also completely collapsed under Su Chen's will, and turned into a ruin forgotten by time. Only the wind passed through the broken walls, making a whimpering sound, as if mourning the end of an era.

Luoshui Sect and Yanji Sect, the vanguards in the encirclement and suppression of Nanxiang in the past, had their mountain gates destroyed and their spiritual veins cut off.

Taoist Shui Yao had his cultivation abolished and was imprisoned at the bottom of the cold pond of Luo River, where he suffered the pain of the cold poison gnawing at his heart every day. His former righteousness turned into endless resentment and despair, until the fire of life was completely extinguished in the cold and loneliness.

The Yanji Sect's treasure, the God Binding Net, was found by Su Chen, who burned it into molten iron with devilish flames in public. The sect leader's heart was shattered by the blow of the sect's destruction, and his cultivation was lost, turning him into an idiot.

The rest of the sects that had participated in the persecution and harbored covetous intentions were all severely damaged and lived in a state of constant fear.

After this battle, the immortal sect fell silent, and no one dared to covet the Demon Lord Su Chen and his beloved Nan Xiang.

The wicked will be punished, the law of heaven is clear, and one will reap what he sows.

The dust has settled and the blood feud has been avenged.

Chun Juan in the system space watched this scene with such excitement that his hair stood on end, his blue eyes filled with joy.

"It's really satisfying! Woohoo, the master and master of this world finally have a happy ending."

While thinking about it, thinking about the future of its master, it will definitely have to enter the small dark room many times, so Chunjuan decisively went to find the Tiandao Qinglian of this small world to "communicate and play".

Su Chen and Nan Xiang did not choose to live in the magnificent and cold Demon Palace in the Demon Realm for a long time, nor did they immediately retreat into the Qingwu Valley.

They joined hands and set out on a journey to travel the world like the most ordinary Taoist couple.

They once shared an oil-paper umbrella in the misty rain of Jiangnan, walked along the wet bluestone road, watched the flowing water under the small bridge, and listened to the soft Wu dialect.

Nan Xiang would drag Su Chen into the bustling market, buy a string of bright red candied haws, take a bite herself, and then feed it to him with a smile.

Su Chen lost the pressure of the Demon Lord, leaving only his handsome face and the tenderness in his eyes. He carefully brushed away the raindrops on her hair.

He would win the most exquisite lotus lantern for her at the lantern festival, and watch her smile as beautiful as a flower and be full of charm under the illumination of thousands of lights.

Tired of the hustle and bustle, they returned to Qingwu Valley.

The huge ginkgo tree in the valley has lush branches and leaves, and its golden leaves are like a canopy, emitting a warm glow in the sun, as if silently welcoming the return of its owner.

They built a simple wooden house under the tree and cleared a small medicinal garden in front of the house, planting the spiritual herbs and flowers that Nan Xiang liked.

In the early morning, Su Chen would boil a pot of tea, while Nan Xiang would go barefoot by the stream to pick dewy wild flowers.

In the evening, the two of them snuggled together under the ginkgo tree, watching the setting sun melt into gold and the weary birds return to the forest.

Su Chen's evil spirit had long been restrained, leaving only the tranquility of returning to nature. His long hair was untied, scattered casually, with a few strands of silver hair occasionally flickering in the moonlight, adding a bit of calm beauty.

Nan Xiang leaned in his arms, a strand of his hair entwined around her fingertips, and whispered interesting stories she had heard outside the valley, or hummed an ancient tree demon ballad.

The years are peaceful and quiet, nothing is better than this.

The demon king Bai Li left after his mission was completed, hiding his achievements and fame. He had already returned to the demon world and continued to be his free and easy demon king.

Or he would recline on a throne covered with soft fur, teasing the smooth-fur little demon under his knees, drinking thousand-year-old wine; or he would transform into his original form, a nine-tailed fox with a snow-white body and the silver moon on its forehead, running freely in the vast mountains and forests of the demon world, chasing the flowing clouds and the breeze.

Occasionally, when I think of that infatuated couple who finally got married after going through all the hardships, I just curl up a lazy smile at the corners of my lips, shake the fan, sigh "boring", and put the entanglements of the world behind me.

And deep in the Luoshui Sect, in a cold secret room where the spiritual energy had long been exhausted.

Lu Mingxuan sat cross-legged, his once handsome face was now full of wrinkles and filled with a gray and dead look.

The demon in his heart was like a maggot on his heel, gnawing at his foundation and soul day and night, and had already consumed all of his outstanding sword skills.

He was emaciated, his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind, and his cloudy eyes stared blankly into the void.

In a trance, a hazy halo spread before my eyes.

In the halo, a pair of fox eyes emerged, enchanting and yet pure as to not be tainted by dust - that was Qinghe, the pain that was branded deep in his soul, the love that could not be obtained, and ultimately the death because of his paranoia.

Then, the eyes faded, and a huge acacia tree that blocked out the sun and sky rose from the ground. Its branches were hung with blood-red acacia seeds, shining brightly, emitting a heart-pounding sadness and longing.

Under the tree, a graceful figure in a green shirt slowly emerged. It was Qinghe, the girl he had been dreaming about but had let down.

She stood there quietly, her face remained the same, her eyes gazing at him deeply. There was no resentment or pain in her eyes, only a love that was pure to the extreme, as if it had crossed the boundary between life and death.

She gave him an extremely gentle smile.

Lu Mingxuan's turbid eyes were instantly filled with tears.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to touch the phantom that was so close to him, and a hoarse sound came from his throat.

"Qing...He..."

The woman in green gazed at him deeply, and that pure love seemed to overwhelm him.

She slowly and silently took one step closer to him, and then another...

Just when Lu Mingxuan thought that she was finally coming to him, the green corner of her clothes, like mist blown away by the wind, with that gentle smile, floated away silently and resolutely from his outstretched fingertips.

The huge acacia tree also disappeared like a bubble, and only the cold stone walls and his desperately outstretched hand were left in the secret room.

A turbid old tear finally broke free from the constraints of his eye socket, rolled down his withered cheek, hit the cold ground, and shattered into an imperceptible wet mark.

At the same time, in the demon world’s royal court.

Bai Li, who was leaning on the couch, seemed to sense something, and the restrained love bracelet on his wrist suddenly lit up without any warning!

The blue and red lights intertwined and collided fiercely, like two souls entangled to death burning and struggling for the last time.

The light was dazzling, reflecting Bai Li's handsome and enchanting face. A complex and indistinguishable emotion flashed across his narrow and long phoenix eyes, like compassion, like understanding, and also like a tired sigh.

He raised his hand, and his fingertips gently brushed across the restless bracelet. His voice was low, with a sense of helplessness that came from seeing through the world:

"Qinghe, why are you doing this?"

As he finished speaking, the fiercely entangled blue and red light on the bracelet seemed to be soothed by an invisible force, and as if it had burned out its last bit of strength, it quickly dimmed and finally fell completely silent, without a trace of light flowing anymore.

The ardent and pure obsession and love that belonged to Qinghe did not manifest at the moment of Lu Mingxuan's death. Only the bright red acacia seeds on the bracelet were left, like solidified blood and tears, telling a passionate and sad past that had long ended.

In the Qingwu Valley, another breeze blew by, rolling up a few golden ginkgo leaves, which swirled and gently fell on the two people who were sleeping in each other's arms under the tree, as if the heaven and earth had covered them with a gentle brocade quilt.

Su Chen tightened his arms slightly and hugged the soft body in his arms tighter.

Nan Xiang rubbed the crook of his neck and let out a contented sigh.

The gurgling stream reflects the swaying shadows of the ginkgo trees and the inseparable figures under the trees.

As time goes by, their story, with love and protection, has just begun to write a new chapter.

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“Spread the flowers! Congratulations to the master for completing another small world!”

After staying with Su Chen in this small world for thousands of years, Nan Xiang finally died due to excessive loss and eventually succumbing to physical weakness. Su Chen also knew to give up his long life, and the two of them fell asleep in Qingwu Valley. When Nan Xiang left the small world and returned to the system space, she heard the long-lost sound of "scattering flowers".

She narrowed her eyes, rubbed the curly-haired white dumpling, and according to the usual practice, she plucked the wool of the Heavenly Dao Green Lotus and let the curly-haired white dumpling open the next world.

She was increasingly looking forward to meeting him again in the little world, experiencing a different life, and feeling a different love.