The Strongest Magician of Gods

Before the cave entrance, large waves surged and tumbled, the boundless emerald green river filled with the sound of huge waves crashing in one's ears.

The woman summoned a black magic wand, and with a swift movement, a beautiful figure lightly touched the wand with her toes.

Then, Mo Bei activated his flight technique, closely following the woman, his arms pressed against her back, a gentle aura wafting between them.

"Wow"

The magic wand drew a long arc, piercing through the thick clouds on both sides, and a man and a woman, like celestial beings, flew through the endless天地 (heaven and earth).

Beneath their feet lay a vast expanse of lush green earth. A cold wind blew by, and Mo Bei pouted, his arms pressed tightly against the woman. At this moment, an even warmer breath wafted over him, carrying with it a rich, sweet fragrance from the woman.

The two nestled together, the woman's long, disheveled hair fluttering in the wind, her snow-white neck exposed, a delicate fragrance wafting through the air.

"do what."

The woman asked softly, and for some reason her voice lowered and her face turned rosy.

Upon hearing the woman's soft question, Mo Bei did not reply, but instead tightened his grip on her waist.

"It's okay, it's just windy and a bit cold outside."

Mo Bei's deep voice came from the woman's earlobe, and she trembled slightly, feeling a little flustered.

A magnetic voice echoed in her ears, making the woman's heart pound wildly. It was as if, without her realizing it, someone's image had been etched into her heart. She also felt strange, as if all her magic was useless.

"It's a little itchy"

The woman spoke in a clear, melodious voice, mimicking Mo Bei's dialect. Her face was flushed red to her earlobes, and she tilted her head and struggled for a moment.

After a slight struggle, Mo Bei showed no sign of letting go.

The woman pouted, pursed her lips slightly, and then tilted her head to look at him with her delicate eyes.

Her eyes were incredibly beautiful, with long, neatly arranged eyelashes. A pair of large eyes looked over, and Mo Bei met their gaze.

The woman pondered for a while, her gaze lingering for a long time, before looking again and extending her delicate, fair fingers to point at Mo Bei's brow.

"Why is there an eye between your eyebrows, bound by dark divine markings?"

The woman was momentarily stunned. Only after observing the man so closely did she realize that he seemed to be shrouded in some kind of mystery, and her eyes gleamed for a fleeting moment.

At first, Mo Bei thought the woman was joking, but when he saw her serious face, he immediately became uneasy.

Under the woman's pupil technique, a dirty and filthy luster emanated from Mo Bei's brow, an aura of sin that gathered there.

There it was like a chaotic space-time. Through the bones, a huge blood-red eye was tightly closed. Its body was tightly bound by huge black chains, swaying in a space-time. It was really too terrifying. From the appearance, the huge blood-red eye stood upright and was hidden deep in Mo Bei's brow.

And there was a vertical eye between his eyebrows.

Mo Bei closed his eyes, and powerful soul energy gathered at the center of his brow, where a surging light emanated. After a long while, a hazy image appeared in his mind.

In the hazy distance, a blood-red figure stood at the end of the river of time and space, with a sea of ​​blood gathering beneath its feet. The image flashed by in an instant, and before Mo Bei could see it clearly, he saw that a huge blood-red eye was bound by black iron chains. Blood-red runes were engraved on the black iron chains, which flickered with a faint blood-red light.

"That blood-red eye is clearly an ominous thing, and as for that image from earlier, I wonder if it was just an illusion."

Mo Bei's expression became noticeably more serious as he closed his eyes. He had a vague premonition that the appearance of the blood-red eye might be related to the identity of this body.

"What a nuisance. This body is so complicated. I finally managed to snatch a sliver of hope, and now it's all ruined by this. Damn it, the aura emanating from this blood-red eye is enough to kill me ten thousand times over. I really don't know what's hidden behind this body that warrants such a huge investment, as if they're trying to kill me."

Mo Bei is lonely, a loneliness that the world cannot understand. He yearns for freedom and also longs to break free from all constraints, but all of this seems to have no end, trapped in endless loneliness.

At this moment, Mo Bei looked around. Perhaps in this magical world, only this unexpectedly appearing woman gave him a sense of reality and a solid sense of belonging.

The leaves fell silently. After the woman pointed out the bloodshot eye growing between Mo Bei's eyebrows, Mo Bei remained silent and did not answer the woman's question. He could not express that loneliness and helplessness. He simply tightened his grip on the woman's waist.

All that remained for the two of them was the sound of their breaths echoing in each other's ears, still so warm, so peaceful, and so fragrant.

The man was utterly mysterious. To women, Mo Bei was enigmatic; both his yin aura and his bloodshot eye spoke volumes about his circumstances, or perhaps his identity.

As night fell, the two stood on their magic wands. The sky darkened, and they passed through the dense ancient forest, with fallen leaves fluttering in the darkness.

The distant town stood proudly, while clusters of high-rise buildings came into view.

Mo Bei returned to the small town. So much had happened in those four days. Although most of those days were filled with danger, he felt they were wonderful.

In a dark corner of the town, cars sped across rows of brightly lit streetlights.

"Ta-ta"

Mo Bei stepped down from the magic wand and looked back at the extremely beautiful woman, with the walls of tall buildings on both sides.

In the blink of an eye, their gazes became intense.

"Can you promise me something?" Mo Bei asked with a smile.

As they parted, Mo Bei's face beamed with a smile, radiating happiness.

The woman nodded, and at that moment she returned to the demeanor of a peerless master, exuding endless aloofness.

"If it can be done, then it's fine," the woman whispered. Her outwardly cool demeanor masked a flustered inner state, her two soft, helpless hands clasped together, unsure of what to do.

Mo Bei saw all of that adorable look.

"It's easy to do: just don't kill me, no matter what. I... I don't want to die by your hand."

At this moment, Mo Bei's composure crumbled, and his voice was filled with sobs.

Upon hearing this, the woman's expression shifted slightly; she couldn't understand why Mo Bei would ask such a question.

She didn't reply, but just listened quietly.

After a long while, the woman moved, her graceful figure stepping down from the magic wand, an extremely beautiful sight.

She stopped in front of Mo Bei.

My name is Mu Tianxuan.

The woman spoke softly, her face flushed, and after she finished speaking, she rummaged around in her bosom for a while.

A pair of exquisite magic boots appeared in his hand, engraved with delicate runes.

"This is for you; I hope it will always be with you."

The woman spoke softly, recalling the conversation at the summit of the colorful clouds that day. She couldn't quite understand why she had given away a pair of high-level magic boots.

The exquisite magic boots were presented before him, and Mo Bei's eyes trembled slightly. In his heart, this gift was precious.

Mo Bei took the magic boots, and as he looked again, the woman's figure had already pierced the night sky. Her slender white figure was about to fly away from his sight.

At this moment, Mo Bei regretted not having even given a parting word.

He anxiously activated his intermediate-level flying magic, his feet sprinting across the smooth, tall walls on either side, rushing straight to the top floor.

"My name is Mo Bei, did you hear me? My name is... I am... Mo Bei!"

Mo Bei roared, how childish! But a long rainbow streaked across the sky, and an extremely beautiful woman disappeared before his eyes.

Mo Bei was breathing heavily, holding a pair of exquisite magic boots in his hands.

"Mu Tianxuan?"

For a long, long time, Mo Beiqing sat on the steel pipe at the top of the high-rise building, looking up.

"Swish"

A moment later, he took off his shoes and put on exquisite magic boots.