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

With just one glance, Bai Yichen felt a fishy and sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Looking at this situation, the imprisoned man looked at this situation and sneered leisurely from his throat, "Weak and fragile."

Bai Yichen quickly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand. Facing the whistling black fog, he stood tall and straight, his expression revealing a resolute and unyielding attitude. "I am the Lord of the Ninth Heaven, Bai Yichen."

"Bai Yichen, huh." The man narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his eyes, and looked uninterested and indifferent. "What do you want from me?"

"I wonder if His Majesty the Demon Lord knows this person?" Bai Yichen said as he took out an ancient mirror.

In an instant, a faint light appeared on the mirror, and the image of a tall man in white clothes and a mask on his face slowly emerged.

The man had been languidly lowering his eyes, but upon hearing this, he casually lifted them. Upon seeing the familiar figure, he raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Then he glanced at Bai Yichen and sneered silently: "I don't know him."

Bai Yichen froze under the terrifying gaze, finding it difficult to breathe. He suppressed the fear in his heart and bowed to the man, "Sorry to bother you."

Just as Bai Yichen turned to leave, the man said lightly: "Stop."

Bai Yichen paused and turned back respectfully: "Your Majesty, the Demon Lord, do you have any further instructions?"

"Where is Ji Ling?" The man looked indifferent, and there was no emotion in his tone.

"The ancient god died two hundred years ago." Bai Yichen was unhappy that the ancient god's name was insulted, but he still answered truthfully.

After all, the monster in front of him was comparable to the ancient gods.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's true that good people don't live long." The man lowered his thick eyelashes to cover up the strange look that flashed across his eyes.

Then he said indifferently: "Go away."

Bai Yichen was offended and was only slightly stunned, then turned and left.

The vast void returned to its former eerie silence.

The man moved his wrist slightly and felt his whole body filled with energy.

When he was sealed and asleep, he left a clone in the three thousand dimensions to give himself a glimmer of hope.

As he thought about it, his cold white fingertips moved slightly, and a flash of light passed by. The chain with the talisman that was originally bound on his wrist turned into powder and disappeared.

In just two hundred years, he was able to almost break free from the restraints on his body.

What exactly did his clone do in the Ninth Heaven?

As he thought about it, he slowly narrowed his eyes, and a series of strange and blurry scenes quickly flashed through his mind like a tide.

Finally, the picture froze.

A simple bamboo house stood quietly under the moonlight, and the moonlight poured through the wide-open bamboo window onto the sleeping girl leaning on the couch.

The slender girl was lying in a disoriented position, with her loose pink and white undergarment clinging to her exquisite body.

The man's eyes inadvertently lingered on the excessively slender waist, and his brows wrinkled slightly.

too skinny.

Looking upwards, a few strands of black hair were messily stuck to her fair little face. The bright moonlight was flowing, clearly reflecting the tiny hairs on her skin as delicate as mutton-fat jade.

Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes were tightly closed, and the thick, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes cast a crescent-shaped shadow.

The man sighed softly.

Unfortunately, I fell asleep.

He had once caught a glimpse of those clear and bright almond-shaped eyes in the memory of his clone. They were like a clear spring, so innocent and naive that it made people want to destroy them.

"Little goddess." The man murmured, his voice so soft as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone.

He subconsciously touched his chest, and his heart palpitated for a moment, making him feel a little strange.

He curled his lips slightly, a meaningful arc appearing at the corner of his mouth: "So my name is Xuan Cheng, that's interesting..."

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A bright moon hangs high in the inky sky, casting a cool light. The moonlight spreads gently over all things in the world like silver gauze, illuminating the earth as if it were daytime.

Suddenly, a sharp cold wind blew, and a dark cloud quickly moved towards the bright moon.

In the blink of an eye, the originally bright sky was covered by dark clouds, and the moonlight was completely blocked and disappeared without a trace.

While sleeping, Bai Zitu's body seemed to be imprisoned by something and he couldn't move.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and what she saw was an increasingly thick fog that slowly gathered and eventually turned into nothingness. The sound of cicadas chirping in the summer night faded away, and the silent night became even more quiet and eerie.

Where is she?

Bai Zitu moved his body, but found that he had no strength left.

The dull sound of footsteps came closer and closer.

The little goddess tried to open her eyes wide, trying to see the surrounding scene clearly, but it was in vain.

"Are you the little goddess?" A low and pleasant voice sounded. The voice was low and gorgeous, but the tone was evil and playful.

Bai Zitu only felt that it sounded familiar, but his body instinctively trembled, and his whole body was shouting danger.

The surroundings were filled with a mysterious darkness swirling with fog, and the little goddess could only vaguely see a man standing next to her.

A tall man in dark clothes.

"Who are you?" The little goddess felt so powerless that she could only muster up the courage to speak.

A familiar cold breath approached, and then slender knuckles clamped her chin.

The inky black mist gradually dissipated, and the bright moon hung in the sky again.

The man was standing with his back to the light, so she couldn't see his appearance clearly. She only felt that he was tall and slender, and more oppressive than anyone else she had ever seen.

"Who am I? I am Xuan Cheng." As if to verify his statement, the man released the hand that was holding the little goddess' chin, and lightly touched with his fingertips, and the candle in the bamboo house was lit.

In the dim candlelight, the man's face flickered in the firelight, looking unreal.

You can vaguely see that sharp and handsome face, as handsome as if it were carved by a knife.

Too pretty, but very dangerous.

Wasn’t Xuan Cheng disfigured?

Bai Zitu frowned slightly, and then asked, "Is the wound on your face healed?"

The man slowly approached, and his cold breath gradually invaded the little goddess's nostrils.

There was a strange smile in his eyes, "Yes, little goddess, look..."

As he spoke, he gently grabbed Bai Zitu's slender hand.

The cold fingertips covered the back of her hand, like a cold poisonous snake climbing up her hand, making the little goddess shiver all over.

The man seemed not to notice and placed the little goddess's slender white fingers on his cheek.

Bai Zitu was startled by the warm touch, and when he raised his eyes, he fell into those strange and undercurrent eyes.

"No, you are not Xuan Cheng." Bai Zitu tried to pull his wrist free with all his strength, but the man held it tightly.

His narrow eyes were as dark and deep as ink, and when he heard these words, a different light flashed in his eyes for a moment.

"Why not? Is it because I'm not wearing the mask?" With a smile on his lips, he flipped his other hand, transformed it into a silver mask, and put it on his face.

Bai Zitu frowned, his eyes sliding across his thin chin, thin lips, and the pair of narrow eyes that seemed to be smiling.

They had exactly the same appearance and even the same aura, but she felt that this person was not Xuan Cheng.

The feeling he gave her was so terrible, so terrifying, like the instinctive fear of a small animal encountering its natural enemy.

Very dangerous...

"What now?" The man held her five fingers together and circled them in his palm.

The other hand slowly enveloped her neck, pinching her fragile and slender neck, as if if she said no, the man's palm would exert force and break her neck.