The little rabbit is obedient and is forcibly embraced by the villain

As that ray of divine power sank into the Shuiyue Mirror, the ripples on the mirror surface became more and more violent. Amidst the flashes of light, pictures emerged like phantoms.

A quiet and peaceful village comes into view, surrounded by green mountains and gurgling green water. Farmers are working in the fields, children are laughing and playing, and smoke is rising from the kitchen. It is like a paradise.

At this moment, a group of figures in Taoist robes and with immortal looks suddenly broke into the village. At first they were friendly and polite, but after living there for two days, they found that this small village was different from other places. There were wisps of spiritual power constantly overflowing from the fairy mountain behind the village.

Their eyes were filled with fervor and greed, and they rushed into the mountains at night, but were accidentally trapped by a barrier and had murderous intentions. They came down the mountain, picked up the magic weapons in their hands, and stretched them towards the innocent villagers.

The villagers were terrified and ran around, shouting for help.

But these immortals had no mercy at all. Wherever their magic weapons went, houses collapsed, flames shot up into the sky, villagers fell one by one, and their blood dyed the earth red.

After slaughtering the entire village, the group of immortals felt that they had violated the precept of killing, but they did not stop.

They cast strange spells to gather the resentment and bloody aura that permeated the village, and then forcibly sealed it in a blood-red magic circle.

Then, they continued to go deeper into the fairy mountain, but unexpectedly discovered that the spiritual power of the fairy mountain had disappeared long ago.

There was only a man who came from nowhere, covered in blood and unconscious, lying alone in the fairy mountain.

After they made a plan, they placed the man in the center of the magic circle, chanted something, and injected runes into the man's body, making him shrouded in resentment and his aura became increasingly eerie and terrifying.

Seeing this, the little goddess's eyes glared angrily, and even her voice trembled with anger: "They are fabricating cause and effect, shifting the sins they have committed onto him!"

Bai Yichen nodded slightly, his expression serious.

The image in the mirror has revealed everything clearly.

That group of immortals attempted to divert cause and effect and deceive the heavens in order to gain the opportunity to ascend.

Little do we know that the way of heaven is clear and nothing can escape it.

The atmosphere in the hall was so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip out.

The immortals who had just ascended to heaven had already turned pale and collapsed to the ground, their eyes full of despair.

It's over! They're finished!

"You, you..." The little goddess' chest heaved violently with anger, her face flushed crimson. She stood up angrily and rushed to the side of the immortals, gritting her teeth and saying viciously, "You are truly guilty of heinous crimes! You are the evildoers who deserve divine punishment the most!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky above the boundless sky of the Ninth Heaven suddenly changed color. Amidst the rolling dark clouds, several bolts of lightning as thick as buckets came crashing down with the power to destroy the world, rushing straight towards the trembling immortals on the ground.

The sudden change caused the defenseless little goddess to stagger back two steps. In panic, she seemed to have kicked an obstacle, her footing became unstable, and she fell to the ground in an instant.

"Your Highness Shen Ji!"

"Xiaotu."

Bai Zitu felt that her surroundings suddenly became a mess. Before she could come to her senses, she felt as if a poisonous snake was crawling on her ankle, and it was extremely cold.

She stood there in shock, and slowly turned her head to see a bony hand tightly grasping her ankle.

The crisscross wounds on the back of her hand were oozing bright red blood, which dripped drop by drop onto her skin that was so white that it was almost transparent.

It is more beautiful than the plum blossoms blooming in the snow, like snowflakes stained with filth, making people want to touch it more.

The bloody man's narrow, dark eyes narrowed, his long eyelashes trembled, and his desolate and dark eyes revealed a bloodthirsty madness.

Bai Zitu raised his eyes in panic, following the blood-stained fingers. When his gaze met those eyes, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body was cold.

A strong wind blew past, and the bloody man was blown back like a rag. Blood sprayed like mist, instantly dyeing the surrounding ground red.

The next moment, a cold smell like cedar enveloped her.

The series of unexpected events left the little goddess unable to recover. She raised her head in a daze, and when she saw the familiar person, her eyes couldn't help but sparkle with tears: "Brother Bai... I..."

She stretched out her trembling finger, pointing at the immortal who had been chopped into ashes, tears rolling down her face uncontrollably.

"Don't be afraid, this is the power of the goddess." Bai Yichen hugged the person tighter, feeling a dull pain in his heart.

"What you say becomes what you say?" The little goddess was stunned. When...did she get this kind of divine power?

Bai Yichen sighed helplessly. She had been responsible for the education of the little goddess since she was born. She thought that since she was still young, many things could be taught step by step. However, she did not expect that something like this would happen today. It was his negligence.

"Yes, the goddess was born with the power to make her words come true, but it has not been activated on a normal day. When the goddess's belief is extremely strong and her emotions fluctuate greatly, this power will be triggered." Bai Yichen touched Bai Zitu's head and comforted him softly.

Bai Zitu blinked his eyes. It turned out that...

She was so angry just now that she wanted to make those immortals suffer divine punishment, but she never expected it to happen in this way...

Thinking of this, she lowered her eyelashes somewhat helplessly.

She killed several people...

A pair of cold hands gently patted the back of her hand, and then a cold voice rang in her ears: "Don't blame yourself, they deserve it."

The little goddess raised her almond-shaped eyes and looked at the concerned look on the man's face. Her heart moved slightly and she nodded gloomily.

"Let me send the goddess back." Seeing that the girl in his arms had calmed down a little, Bai Yichen picked her up and was about to walk out of the hall.

When passing by the bloody man, Bai Zitu subconsciously looked down.

He lay on his back in the hall like a pile of rags, his face crimson, and a large pool of blood gathered beneath him...

As if he felt her gaze, the bloody man raised his eyelashes, and his eyes seemed to be stained with blood. A faint light suddenly appeared in his eyes, which was even deeper than the boundless nothingness.

But his eyes gradually became blurred and his vision could no longer focus.

Bai Zitu just felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He...

I shouldn't have suffered these misfortunes for no reason.

Wait a minute," the little goddess' heart moved, and she struggled gently to get out of Bai Yichen's arms.

She walked up to the bloody man, looked at him with her head down, and asked softly, "Will you follow me?"

The bloody man was in a trance and only saw a bright light falling. A pair of white hands swayed in front of him, bringing with them a faint fragrance. "Are you willing?"

He raised his long eyelashes and looked at the holy person in the interweaving of light and shadow. He felt that the thin figure was too weak, as if it would break if it was slightly bent.

Too delicate...

But he couldn't see her appearance clearly, he just felt that she was high above him, out of reach and out of reach.

He tilted his head with difficulty, and saw his five-finger prints on the white ankles under the layers of skirt.

Bright red and dirty.

The glaring one, touched by him.

His mark.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked upwards with a sticky gaze. He was like a dark rat lurking in the gutter, and could only covet the noble and holy goddess.

He sneered silently, then nodded slightly. His hoarse voice was extremely unpleasant, and he spoke word by word: "Willing."

Then he closed his eyes, completely hiding the dirty and thick darkness in his eyes.