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Chapter 214: The Three Obstacles of the Demon Woman’s Cultivation (3)

Yan Limo blinked and looked at the scene in disbelief.

He just came to the Ninth Heaven like this?

wrong.

How did Song Yuesheng discover that the road just now could lead to the Ninth Heaven?

If he remembered correctly, that place was the demon clan.

Song Yuesheng glanced at the stunned Yan Limo and pushed him forward: "Go straight ahead, pass by a lotus pond, then turn left and you will reach Yunmiao Palace. Let's go."

Then, she used magic to change into the glittering fairy dress.

Yan Limo staggered at this sudden change. He turned around angrily and wanted to ask something, but the moment their eyes met, all the words froze in his throat.

The Song Yuesheng in front of him, no, to be more precise, her expression and clothes at this moment, were exactly the same as the female Song Zhiyan in the painting she showed him.

The same stunning appearance, the same gentle charm.

Yan Limo walked over quickly, clenched his fists, gathered his magic power in his palms, and looked at her like a torch: "Song Yuesheng, what do you want to do with her appearance!"

Although the Netherworld Umbrella is tricky, fortunately Song Yuesheng's cultivation level is low, so he can kill him if he wants.

Song Yuesheng's eyes caught sight of the two female fairies chatting and laughing not far away. He raised his eyes slightly, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, she raised her wrist, and a pot of fine wine appeared in her hand, which was poured accurately onto Yan Limo.

Amid the aroma of wine, she pretended to be weak and used the force to gently pull Yan Limo's sleeve. Her body softened as if she had lost her balance and she fell lightly onto the bluestone slab.

Yan Limo frowned: "Song Yuesheng, what do you want to do?"

At this moment, two fairies with pretty faces suddenly appeared. With concern in their eyes, they quickly surrounded Song Yuesheng and gently helped her up.

"Ayan, what happened? Are you hurt?" a female fairy asked anxiously, her tone full of worry.

“Yes…” Song Yuesheng lowered his head, perfectly imitating Song Zhiyan’s unique weakness and grievance, sobbing softly, “This Immortal Lord… is drunk… he… I… I…”

"Don't be afraid, Yan. We will help you teach him a lesson."

"You little Immortal Lord, don't you know that Immortal Lord Yun Yi is the future Heavenly Consort? How dare you tease her while drunk!"

As they spoke, the two female fairies started fighting with Yan Limo.

Yan Limo came to the Ninth Heaven secretly this time, so facing the attack of the female fairies, he could only hide and could not take action.

Song Yuesheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

As long as you are well prepared, you don't have to say everything.

This is the art of leaving blank space.

"Where did you get this dress? It's so ugly."

Song Yuesheng turned around and looked at Luo Chuan, who was smiling softly with his arms folded, and shook the emerald bracelet on his wrist: "I am Song Zhiyan now. Luo Chuan, if you shout wrong in front of others, I will take you in. When you come out depends on my mood."

"Take it back, take it back, you just know how to take it back." Luo Chuan poked her face, his action seemed intimate, but in fact he was unwilling, "If you hadn't happened to spit blood on the Netherworld Umbrella, how could I, a dignified Demon Lord, be ordered around by a little demon girl like you?"

Song Yuesheng slapped his hand away and glanced at him: "It's no use regretting, this is your fate."

Ever since Luo Chuan discovered that patting her shoulder or poking her face without any malicious intent would not trigger her passive blocking skill, almost every time she objected, she would either be patted or poked in the face like just now.

Luo Chuan snorted reluctantly.

Song Yuesheng shook his head helplessly.

It's been so many years, and you're still holding on to this matter.

Besides, she learned about his identity as the Demon Lord later from the books in the Yan Mansion. It was not something he said when he was drunk under the moon a hundred years ago, and then was forced out by Feng Zhi and Ju Xiaopang’s teasing the next day.

Then she adjusted her demeanor.

This place is closest to Yunmiao Palace, and it is the only place Yan Limo can hide.

She heard that there was a brocade flower garden in the Ninth Heaven, so she went to take a look and buy some more time for them to be alone.

Oh, she is so considerate.

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At the same time, Yunmiao Palace.

With a light sound of landing, Song Zhiyan's hand slid off the delicate lip balm box, and her eyes instantly froze into ice.

The gods have excellent hearing and they dare to break into Yunmiao Palace privately. They are very brave.

She walked outside, sword in hand.

However, when that familiar inky figure came into view, Song Zhiyan couldn't help but pause, unable to hide her surprise in her tone: "Yan... Yan Limo? Why are you here?"

Yan Limo looked at her and answered irrelevantly: "I heard that you are getting married soon. I can't come to congratulate you in person, so I am sending you a gift in advance. I hope you can accept it."

He moved his fingers slightly, and a strange stone that was completely black and emitted a faint glow lay quietly in his palm.

Yan Limo used magic to move it in front of Song Zhiyan, suppressed his discomfort, and said: "This is the Acacia Stone by the Wangchuan River. Yun Yixianjun, I wish you and your future husband love each other for thousands of years."

Having said that, he turned around.

He is the Lord of the Fifth Palace of the Netherworld, and she is the Immortal Lord Yunyi of the Ninth Heaven.

The ghost clan and the god clan have never gotten along.

That's enough.

Song Zhiyan put away his sword, glanced at the Acacia Stone in his hand, then walked quickly forward and stood in front of Yan Limo.

"Wait. We haven't seen each other for a while. Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea before leaving?"

Her eyes were lowered and her voice was choked, as if she was endlessly reminiscing about the past.

"It was only after returning to the Ninth Heaven that I realized that I still liked the days in Qianzhou. Yan Limo, why don't you just treat it as chatting with an old friend for a while?"

Song Zhiyan thought she would hear him say "OK" without hesitation, but she waited for a long time without getting any answer.

When she raised her eyes, she saw that his brows were furrowed and there seemed to be some annoyance in his eyes.

How can it be!

Yan Limo took a half step back, not losing his manners, and said with a cupped hand: "My Lord Yun Yi, the past is all gone. I have left the Netherworld for a long time. My Lord, I bid you farewell."

He didn't know why he was upset, but he just didn't want to see Song Zhiyan like this.

What Yan Limo didn't know was that in the past two hundred years, the pretentious performances he saw from Song Yuesheng were all imitations of Song Zhiyan's temperament.

Now, the real master is performing in front of me, how can I not feel disgusted?

Yan Limo didn’t understand these things, Song Yuesheng... maybe she wanted Song Zhiyan to die quickly so much that she forgot what she had done.

His words and actions were beyond Song Zhiyan's expectations. She suddenly panicked, hugged his waist tightly from behind, pressed her cheek against his back, and forced out her tears.

"Yan Limo, don't treat me like this. I feel bad."

Although she no longer needed Yan Limo's affection, the Emperor of Heaven had not issued the marriage decree, Song Yuesheng was not dead, and Feng Zhi even committed suicide to get rid of her control.

Yaoguang was beaten half to death by Song Yuesheng. If Song Yuesheng interfered with her wedding with Jun Yu, she would have no powerful magical helper around her.

Yan Limo's body stiffened.

After a long silence, he took Song Zhiyan's hand away from his waist.

His voice was firm, and he didn't even turn his head. "This is not Qianzhou, and you and I are not the same people as before. Yun Yixianjun, we all have our own responsibilities to shoulder. If we act willfully, innocent people will definitely be implicated."

Song Zhiyan walked around to him and stared at her, "Where's Song Yuesheng? She's been living in your Netherworld for almost the past two hundred years. Why don't you tell her that she has a responsibility to fight?"

Seeing her tears, Yan Limo remembered the time when Song Yuesheng put tea in her eyes and pretended to cry, and tricked the Black and White Impermanence into becoming her slaves.

He tutted his words and pinched his brows in annoyance: "Song Yuesheng is just a scoundrel. How can you compare with her?"

"Immortal Lord Yun Yi, please do your job. I have already sent the gift from this palace. From now on, unless summoned by the Emperor of Heaven, I will not come to the Ninth Heaven privately. I hope you take good care of yourself. Goodbye."

Yan Limo kindly reminded her before leaving.

He was going to find Song Yuesheng. That guy might use Song Zhiyan's appearance to do something bad.

Just think of it as the last thing he does for Song Zhiyan.

Song Zhiyan looked at Yan Limo who jumped over the wall, muttered a few words to herself, and then a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Yan Limo, since you won't listen to my nice words, don't blame me for being cruel. You forced me to do this!"