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

Xuan Cheng in black clothes' palm trembled slightly, and the already loose osmanthus cake shattered in an instant.

The little goddess' eyes moved, as if she was expressing regret: "Xuan Cheng, it's rotten."

The thick darkness behind him seemed to have substance, and its dark, empty mouth was like an abyss.

The flowers in her hands suddenly fell out of her grasp and rolled in the blood-soaked dust.

The severe pain in her chest became more and more intense. It seemed that her beating heart was no longer her own, but was torn apart by countless arms, almost making her unable to stand.

It turns out that the death of a god is so painful.

"This world is already rotten and decaying! How many lives do you have left? How many times can you save this world? As long as you trust me, you will be fine..."

His body suddenly fell into an embrace filled with a cold atmosphere. The sound of his falling voice was filled with bone-chilling coldness, cold hatred, and a hint of pleading.

Please, don't abandon him.

Like a drowning man who found a piece of driftwood floating on the water, Bai Zitu breathed a sigh of relief, but a trace of blood foam appeared on his pale little face the next moment.

She heard an even more sinister and stubborn voice coming from the man in front of her: "If you die, I will destroy this world, destroy the Nine Heavens, destroy Bai Ze, destroy Ye Hua Falcon, destroy everything you care about, and let them perish with you."

Finally, she half-closed her eyes weakly, and blood seeped out of her once white and tender hands. She gently tugged at Xuan Cheng's black robe, her voice weak but firm, filled with endless compassion and pleading, "Xuan Cheng, please, protect the people. Please, protect the Ye family."

"Heh." A very light, mocking sound.

Bai Zitu raised his eyes with difficulty and saw the two men in front of him slowly merge into one. A touch of red dogwood was even more dazzling than the black sky.

His black hair flew freely, and his shimmering black robes exuded a chilling, oppressive aura in the face of this catastrophe. He actually forced the surging black fog back several feet, creating a brief ray of light in this hopeless world.

Suddenly, a powerful divine power came from her body, stabilizing her soul which was about to dissipate.

A very light pulling force came, Xuan Cheng lowered his eyes and looked, and saw that the little goddess' eyes were full of moisture. Every time she was bullied by him, her long eyelashes were wet, full of helplessness and weakness.

The dark pupils looked at him calmly, as if reluctant, as if begging, and as if a barely perceptible emotion: "Please, protect them."

At the last moment, there was still no mention of him in her words.

"Okay." He lowered his eyes as if he had compromised, hiding the murderous intent in his eyes.

The dogwood between his eyebrows was touched by a slightly cool little hand. The girl in his arms spoke so softly that it seemed to break. She seemed to be looking at him, and also seemed to be looking at the purgatory on earth behind him. "Xuan Cheng, I think... I love you. But I also love this world. You can protect them for me, right?"

He looked at her silently for a while, and the confusion that had lingered in his heart for a long time was finally resolved.

Xuan Cheng's hands around her waist became tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to crush her and swallow her into his stomach.

It turns out that this was the plan of the ancient gods, to use love as a prison to encircle the greatest catastrophe in the three thousand planes.

He lowered his eyes and laughed softly.

It turned out that he knew that this little goddess was his shackles, but he was still willing to be locked up by her tightly.

But he realized it too late.

He seemed to be losing her...

"Yes." After a while, he heard an answer coming out of his throat.

Bai Zitu looked up at the sky for the last time and felt that he was so insignificant in front of the universe.

"Xuan Cheng, I really want to...see the three thousand planes."

Everything else seemed to become blurry, the little goddess's consciousness was fading, and the last thing she saw was someone going against the blood-red sky, through the endless black fog, desperately trying to pull her out of the thick dark abyss.

The little goddess blocked the crack in the abyss of nothingness at the cost of her own death.

It was thought that the terrifying black fog would continue to wreak havoc on the world, but it was unexpectedly solved in a few moves by the Demon Lord imprisoned in the abyss, and it was tamed into an existence that suppressed nothingness.

No one expected that because of this action, His Majesty the Demon Lord would be chosen by the Heavenly Dao to become the Lord of the Nine Heavens and the second Lord God after the Ancient God.

The immortals in the Nine Heavens have always respected tradition and order. Naturally, they were full of resistance and unwilling to acknowledge the Demon Lord, who was once regarded as a symbol of evil, ascending to a high position.

However, the terrifying power of the Demon Lord was right in front of them. Even though they were extremely unwilling, they could only sigh in vain. After all, in front of absolute power, all resistance seemed so pale and powerless.

In the end, it was Bai Yichen who came forward and had a long closed-door talk with the Demon Lord Xuan Cheng in the Goddess Palace of the Little Goddess.

For three whole days, no one knew what they talked about in the temple.

It was not until three days later that Bai Yichen walked out of the Goddess Temple, pale and seriously injured.

He forced himself to support his weak body and informed other immortals in the Ninth Heaven of a piece of important news.

Xuan Cheng separated half of his divine nature and transformed it into three thousand planes of luck, which he attached to the Son of Luck to maintain the operation of the planes.

From then on, there would be no more catastrophe in the three thousand planes.

He closed his eyes slightly, and her unique fragrance seemed to still linger on his nose.

It is a light smell that always makes people feel inexplicably at ease.

He slowly raised his hand, and a crystal clear bead emitting soft light floated quietly in his palm.

If you look closely, you can find that there seems to be a ball of white fluff inside the bead. You can't see its appearance clearly, but it looks like some small animal is curled up in it, sleeping quietly.

Bai Ze felt the familiar and friendly breath, and it moved cautiously and slowly approached.

A pair of big round eyes were already filled with tears, which showed the deep longing and attachment to the old master.

Xuan Cheng stretched out his finger and gently tapped the small bead as if it were a treasure.

The little ball of fluff in the bead seemed to have sensed the movement outside, and turned over in dissatisfaction, as if it was taking a comfortable nap but was disturbed for no reason.

"Heh." A light laugh escaped from Xuan Cheng's throat, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw Bai Ze's big, longing eyes.

He gently moved the small bead towards Bai Ze, his voice still indifferent, without any emotion: "You miss her too, right?"

Xiao Bai Ze nodded heavily, "Saba~"

"We will be able to see her soon." He said this, with a trace of affection flashing in his black eyes.

However, it seems that there is still one thing that has not been resolved.

As he was thinking, the man and the beast in front of him had disappeared.

When he appeared again, Xuan Cheng had returned to the abyss of nothingness.

As soon as his figure appeared, a powerful pressure spread out, and the entire abyss trembled under this pressure.

In the abyss, a small ball of black mist was trembling. It was already terrified, and when it saw the person coming, it trembled even more like a sieve.

Xuan Cheng glanced sideways, his eyes as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth. He grasped the black mist in mid-air, as if it were held tightly by an invisible hand, unable to move. He scoffed, his voice indifferent yet chilling, "Guard the Void! If you dare to cause trouble again, you will cease to exist."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The little black shadow's voice was full of flattery. It seemed to be very scared and agreed hurriedly.

Seeing the man in front of him finally disappear, he breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to wipe the cold sweat, even though there was no cold sweat to wipe.

The abyss of nothingness returned to its tranquility after thousands of years.