Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
The white light disappeared, and Xia Ling returned to the firmament world.
Recently, she had become more and more obsessed with cultivation. She almost returned her soul, cleared her emotions, and couldn’t wait to meditate.
On the Crimson Land, the pure white figure of the woman had become the only bright white Dot of light in this world.
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Ji Yuan saw his soul fragment again.
When the black, snowflake-like soul stuck between his brows, it naturally melted into it.
He closed his eyes and experienced Su Ziyan’s life once.
When he opened his eyes, the universe was silent in the dark and mysterious depths of his eyes.
He sat on the throne. His entire person did not seem to have changed, but he seemed to have gained some popularity. He was not as distant as before in the twilight.
A hint of gentleness appeared at the corner of his eyes. His usually cold face had a hint of Crimson on it, and his overly Pale face was suffused with a poppy-like luster.
This was great!
That little bit of wholehearted gentleness, when the woman looked at Su Ziyan, it was really as if she was looking at him!
In her eyes, his appearance was reflected.
She looked at him, loved him, and only loved him!
She was willing to give birth to children for him. She would act coquettishly and be jealous of him.
She… … Every inch of her body was ripe for him …
This feeling… … Made Ji Yuan lose himself in it, but it was not enough …
An unspeakable jealousy gnawed at his heart.
If it were not for the three thousand worlds being unable to bear with him, he would have long transformed into those countless devil king spirits. As long as he could enjoy the love of the day and night in front of her, it would be enough for him to spend countless eons in this empty world.
If it was possible, he would want to destroy all the spirits that were not the real him.
What was so good about these spirits They could be loved by Xia Ling, but he could only hide in this lonely abyss world like an existence hidden in the darkness, reliving the joy of the spirits and Xia Ling.
He was the spirit, and the spirits would always belong to him.
But even so, Ji Yuan was jealous of himself. He wished that he could crush all his spirits, as if he was jealous of his other self.
“Xia Xia… Xia Xia… ”
In the Empty Palace, a woman’s name was called.
Ji Yuan was immersed in an indescribable, strange state. His eyes were gentle and cold.
Half of his thin lips were filled with joy, but the other half were twisted with jealousy.
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In these billions of years, one ancestral God after another perished in the apocalypse.
Ji Yuan slept in the darkness. After countless lonely years, he had long forgotten what it felt like to be accompanied by others.
With his pride, there was no one to stay by his side.
But now..
His Xiaxia was so pure and tenacious.
She was the addiction that he could not afford to provoke. If he touched her a little, he would automatically devour her in his blood and bones. Once he had her, he would no longer be willing to separate from her.
If she was a giant tree that towered towards the sun, then he was the dark snake that had been coveting her in the darkness.
On one hand, He protected her. On the other hand, even if he used all his means, he wanted her to be branded with his marks all over her body, completely belonging to him.
He gently caressed a small and coarse mark on his soul. This was the work of the system, Hai Hai. It connected his soul with Xia Ling’s soul.
Ji Yuan’s eyes were dark and gentle.
He deepened the shackles between them.
“Just like this, forever, be with me… ”
A low voice sounded in the palace.
