Chapter 440: The Desolate Goddess VS the Evil Niece and the Cruel Evil God 28
The next morning, the sun shines through the gauze curtains of Biluo Yaotai, mottled on the couch in the dormitory, adding a touch of tranquility to the dormitory. warmth.
Yu Yao opened her eyes and saw Ye Ming had stood up and was sitting on the edge of the bed, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Yeming, why did you get up so early?"
She yawned, sat up, and asked in a low voice, her voice lazily as though she hadn't woken up.
Ye Ming heard the voice, turned around to look at her, pushed back her hair that was hanging in front of her eyes, and said softly: "I didn't even sleep before, and it was only when I was with you that I got into the habit of sleeping. ”
When she heard this, her heart softened inexplicably, and her surroundings She hugged his waist and leaned her head on his chest, "Ye, let's have a child."
She originally planned to wait until the two had been married for a thousand years before having a child, but the days of gods were too long. , even if she is accompanied by Ye Ming every day, she will not be able to avoid loneliness.
Ordinary gods and demons usually use cultivation to pass the time. Because she knows that she will leave this plane sooner or later, she has no cultivation mentality at all.
As for going out to play, you can’t go out every day.
Ye Ming felt the warmth on his body. When he heard her words, he was slightly startled, "You want a child?"
It is extremely difficult for immortals and demons to have children, and it can even be said that the hope is slim. He has never had extravagant hopes for heirs.
Yu Yao looked up at him, her eyes flashing with anticipation, "Yes, this Biluo Yaotai is really too clean, it will be livelier if there are children."
Ye Ming looked at it. Her longing eyes, her heart moved, and she gently touched Holding her hair, she said softly: "Yao'er, it is extremely difficult for immortals and demons to give birth to children. It requires fate."
But she smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, I'm just saying this, it's better to have children, not to have children." I won’t force it either.”
The two of them were affectionate for a moment, and she got up and got out of bed. After washing, she took a Dragon and Phoenix Pill.
Thinking that this is the plane of immortals and demons, one child has 100,000 points, so he took another pregnancy pill.
Yeming didn’t know all this.
In the heaven, Yunyuan Palace, the fairy mist is shrouded, and time seems to have frozen.
God Lord Chu Yuan sat cross-legged in the secret room, closing his eyes and concentrating, with a cold and handsome face, surrounded by a faint halo, like a god with no desires or desires.
Only one or two sighs from him could occasionally be heard in the air, but there was no other sound.
It was so quiet that you could hear his heartbeat, which was in sharp contrast to the bustling and noisy outside.
The luminous pearls inlaid on the surrounding walls emitted a soft light, but could not penetrate his inner loneliness and introspection.
Ever since that day when Yu Ji showed him the picture of Wanrou being reincarnated and reduced to the top card of Wanhua House, at first, he was extremely angry and hated those who teased Wanrou.
As time gradually passes, the hatred of the past gradually fades away, leaving only endless worries and longings.
He was unable to sleep peacefully and practice quietly.
Chu Yuan couldn't restrain the torment in his heart and took out the sky-gazing mirror to explore Wanrou's path to reincarnation.
He knew that the picture would not be what he wanted to see, and he might not be able to accept it, but now he couldn't help but want to see it.
As he injected mana, the sky-gazing mirror suddenly grew in size and slowly floated in front of him. It was surrounded by fairy mist, with white mist curling up and radiating light.
A circle of ripples appeared in the mirror, as if the clouds and fog were parted, and the picture gradually became clear.
In the picture, Jiang Wanrou has been reincarnated in her second life. In this life, she is still in the prosperous but dirty land of fireworks, and her flower name is Zhirou.
Is the oiran of Jinfenglou, the largest brothel in Yangzhou City.
At this time, she was dressed in gauze, smiling like a flower, and was flirting and playing with a man who was old enough to be his father.
That smile, once the gentlest comfort in his heart, has now become the sharpest knife piercing his heart.
"Wanrou."
His eyes were red, his voice was filled with suppressed pain, anger and anger mixed together, and his face was cold and gloomy.
The woman that I wanted to hold up to the position of a goddess has now become the most miserable and filthy woman in the world, and there is no trace of her resemblance to her past.
Chu Yuan looked at the picture in the sky-gazing mirror, his heart ached like glue.
His Wanrou, the woman who was once as pure as a lotus flower, is now trapped in this land of fireworks, dealing with those unworthy people. His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white.
He hated himself for being incompetent and cowardly. He could obviously rush down to save her and wipe away all the filth.
But when he wanted to step out of the palace, he didn't have the courage.
He hesitated. In the final analysis, he was still cowardly and selfish. He did not have the courage to give everything for Wanrou.
At this moment, the man who could be Jiang Wanrou's father roughly tore off her gauze. Instead of being angry, she smiled and catered to her, trying her best to please her.
He saw Wanrou, kneeling at the man's feet, using all means to please her.
When Chu Yuan saw the picture in the mirror, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if an invisible hand was holding his heart tightly.
His eyes were in disbelief. The gentle woman who was once as pure as a lily had now fallen so low in this land of fireworks.
Chu Yuan closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again, there was no trace of emotion in his eyes, but became indifferent.
Wanrou now feels extremely strange to him.
He could not connect the fawning woman in front of him in the land of fireworks with the pure and gentle Wanrou he once was.
The gap in his heart was like an abyss, gradually separating his emotions and reason.
Chu Yuan stood up and left the secret room, walking alone in this empty and lonely palace.
Yu Ji also lived here once, and her scent still lingers in the air. It is a unique floral fragrance, very light, very shallow, but also very good.
Chu Yuan's eyes were complicated, and he couldn't help but think of everything he had with Yu Ji in his mind.
Ever since he saved her from the mouth of the golden beast, this woman has fallen in love with him without hesitation.
Afterwards, regardless of face, he pursued himself throughout the six realms.
At first he didn't respond or pay attention. He just felt bored, like a fly, which annoyed him very much.
Even if he later went to the flower world to marry her, it was for the divine veins in her body and to be able to stay with Wanrou forever.
Due to inner disgust and ulterior motives, no matter how much Yu Ji tried to please her, he remained indifferent to her and never touched her.
Although the two were named husband and wife, they were never actually husband and wife.
Whenever he saw her sad and crying, he would turn a blind eye. At that time, his heart and eyes were filled with tenderness.
But this silly woman is still nice to him as always, and even thinks that she is not good enough to be liked by him, thinking that one day she will be able to melt his heart.
Chu Yuan became more and more disdainful at that time, and looked down upon Yu Ji even more.
Unconsciously, he walked to the bedroom, his eyes touched the prayer rope hanging on the bedside, and he was slightly startled.
He remembered that Yu Ji made it up for him, and then secretly hung it in his bedroom.
He wanted to throw it out at that time.
But Yu Ji cried and begged, "Husband, please don't drop it, please. I knit it with my own hands, and it also incorporates thousands of spirits from the flower world and half of my mana. It can protect my husband." Peace and success. "
He sounded disdainful at the time. He was a majestic god and powerful. Who else in the six realms could harm him?
Perhaps seeing that Yu Ji was sincere and crying sadly, she accidentally dropped it and just let it hang.
At this moment, Chu Yuan looked at the string of prayer ropes hanging quietly on the bedside, with mixed feelings in his heart.
"Maybe, I was really wrong."
He murmured softly, his voice echoing in the empty dormitory, with a hint of imperceptible bitterness and regret.
Obviously the best is by his side, but he doesn't know how to cherish it, and instead hurts her like that.
Chu Yuan slowly stretched out his hand and gently touched the prayer rope. The delicate texture seemed to have the warmth of Yu Ji.
His eyes were complicated, with tumbling emotions, including guilt, regret, and a trace of indescribable nostalgia.