Chapter 279
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Coexistence. "
Snuggling together, coexisting.
Yin and Yang coexist, the sun and the moon rotate, one side? If there's a gap, the other side will take over? Completing, becoming a perfect circle. From here? Going back and forth, growing and multiplying endlessly.
From here? The true meaning of dual cultivation.
The Demon Lord suddenly hugged him tightly. Again? He tasted his lips, licked the ends of his eyes and cheeks, and licked his cheeks until they were wet.
His five fingers weaved into the Demon Lord's hair, and he raised his face to let him taste.
After a while, the Demon Lord carried him all the way back to the bamboo house and placed him on the soft bed.
Ye Yunlan's body didn't have much strength.
But he still propped himself up.
His snow-white hair flowed along his shoulders, just like? The cold moonlight reflected his cold face, like an immortal in the moon palace.
The Demon Lord looked at him in fascination and whispered.
"… Immortal."
Ye Yunlan's heart suddenly trembled.
The Demon Lord said, "Immortal, did you come down to the mortal world to enlighten me and prevent me from continuing to become a demon?"
Ye Yunlan looked at him quietly.
Then he leaned closer and pointed his slender fingertips between his eyebrows.
His golden eyes seemed to be emotionless. Again? It seemed to hide an unspeakable longing.
He said softly.
"Your Holiness, are you willing to be enlightened by me?"
Chapter 124: Pure Land
The night was like water.
In the bamboo house.
That slender fingertip was pressed between his eyebrows.
But it seemed to be strangling his neck and pressing against his heart.
He couldn't move.
He couldn't even think.
"Please … enlighten me, Immortal," the Demon Lord said in a hoarse voice.
He raised his head slightly and planted a kiss on the other party's fingertip.
The other party didn't say anything, but the other hand holding the chain slowly stroked the back of his head and gently pressed him into his arms.
He smelled a cold fragrance.
It floated at the tip of his nose. Like moonlight. Like ice and snow. Just like the snowflake he held in his hand many years ago.
The fragrance formed an invisible net, completely enveloping him, causing him to fall into a vortex with no way to escape.
Why was it like this?
The Demon Lord couldn't understand.
He wasn't the one who was imprisoned. Four? The person whose limbs were clanking with chains wasn't him either. However, amidst the incessant sounds, it was as if every inch of his flesh and blood had been entangled by threads. His blood was surging, and his ferocious bestial nature made him want to turn over and bite the neck of his prey. However, the warmth that made him reluctant to part with it allowed him to retain what little humanity he had left.
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