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Chapter 4192

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At this moment, Mu Yan only felt a burst of pain on her face.

What in the world was going on?

How could Jun Xiyuan be the Demon Lord Jun Shitian?!

You can't make a joke like this!

Thinking of this blunder, Yun Ruohan couldn't help but laugh, "Marrying yourself and participating in your own marriage selection, I'm afraid this is the first time in the world. Junior sister, you really don't take the usual path! "

Mu Yan glared at Yun Ruohan, then couldn't help but feel lucky.

Fortunately, the Fourth Sister and Little Seven were not here.

Otherwise, she would be laughed to death!

The point was, how could she have thought that the Demon Princess, who was famous for being noble and arrogant, who wanted to get all the handsome men in the world into her bed, who couldn't wait to open the three palaces and six courtyards, would be herself?

How could she slander her reputation like this!

After laughing, Yun Ruohan solemnly asked, "Junior sister, the people of the Demon Clan have been waiting outside, not daring to come in. What's your next plan? "

Mu Yan was startled, and also put away her messy thoughts.

"I want to see the Demon Lord alone."

Hearing her call him the Demon Lord instead of her father, Yun Ruohan sighed softly.

Yun Ruohan sighed softly. He stood up and patted her shoulder. "No matter what decision you make, Eldest Senior Brother will support you. And … "

He paused, then continued, "Whether you marry Instructor Mo in the future, or become the Demon Princess, the Xiaoyao Sect will always be your home."

Mu Yan's eyes became hot, and she said hoarsely, "I know, Senior Brother!"

She knew a long time ago that the Xiaoyao Sect would always be her home, no matter who or where, no one could replace it.



Not long after Yun Ruohan left, Jun Shitian pushed open the door and came in.

Mu Yan looked at her biological father, and her mind was slightly distracted.

Mu Yan's eyes and eyebrows were like her mother Ning Yanxin.

Her face shape was completely different from the two of them.

It was reasonable to say that she and Jun Xiyuan should not have any similarities.

But the moment Mu Yan saw him, she felt that he was familiar.

Even in the Unclean Abyss, Wen Huanglang felt that she was similar to Jun Xiyuan at first glance.

She used to think that Jun Xiyuan did not care about his daughter's life.

But now he knew.

Jun Xiyuan, or Jun Shitian, cared.

But so what?

As a father, he left her with her adoptive father and didn't care about her at all. He allowed her to be bullied in her previous life, lose her child, and die without a complete corpse.

She could accept all of this because Jun Xiyuan probably didn't want to lose his memories.

But what about Ning Yanxin?

When she thought of her mother, who had watched her husband leave her in the [Great Array], Mu Yan felt as if she was suffocating in her chest, making her almost unable to breathe.

Jun Shitian is obviously not used to interacting with her. His expression is cold and he is speechless for a long time.

(In fact, the Demon Lord was so nervous that his palms were sweating. He didn't know what to say.)

After a long while, he finally said, "Tomorrow, you will follow me back to Imperial Palace Mo."

Mu Yan took a deep look at him and didn't say anything. She said slowly, "Do you still remember Ning Yanxin?"

Jun Shitian's body trembled slightly.

His sweaty palms felt cold.

He steadied his emotions and said faintly, "I know that she is your mother. However, I can't remember many things that happened in the mortal world. Is she … still alive? "

Mu Yan smiled gently. There was sadness and mockery in her laughter. "Don't you remember? Yes, she is just a passerby in your mortal world. "

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