"What's wrong? You're so good, why are you crying?" Xiao Mo was puzzled and squatted in front of her and asked.
"Wuwu, I won't tell you, you're going to laugh at me..." Wu Yaoyue cried, covering her mouth tightly.
"I won't laugh at you. You saved me, and I haven't thanked you yet!" Xiao Mo said, looking at her gently.
"You swear you won't laugh at me?" Wu Yayue's voice was unclear, and tears fell down.
Xiao Mo nodded and said extremely impatiently, "If you don't tell me, I'll leave..."
Wu Yaoyue finally put down her hand and pointed at her mouth, "The ancestor of the Golden Crow turned me into a crow. I want to return to my human form, but the magic is not enough, and my mouth cannot change back..."
She was sobbing, her girlish face and long golden pointed mouth looked as funny as possible.
Xiao Mo burst out laughing. He stood there and sprayed Wu Yayue's face with saliva.
Wu Yaoyue burst into tears, "You said you weren't going to laugh at me, woo woo, you are all laughing at me, woo woo, I want Qiqi to avenge me, woo woo..."
When Liu Qiqi was mentioned, Xiao Mo's expression darkened. He stood there with a deep look of sorrow in his eyes.
Slowly, word by word, he said, "Qiqi, he's dead..."
Wu Yaoyue stopped crying immediately, with tears hanging on her cheeks. She had a pointed mouth and was not used to speaking. She asked vaguely, "Why did Qiqi die?"
"She and I were thrown into the black quagmire. She used her last profound energy to protect me, and then turned into ashes..." Xiao Mo said softly, his voice was calm, but full of sadness.
His tall and straight body was so thin that he seemed to fall down when the wind blew. Under his calm expression, there was unconcealable grief.
He turned around slowly and walked towards the house.
He must restore his mana as soon as possible. Xiao Nai Bao is still in the human world, and that scumbag Jifeng will definitely not let Xiao Nai Bao go.
Wu Yaoyue grabbed Xiao Mo and looked at him steadily, her eyes filled with water and sorrow, "Xiao Mo, you are sad, aren't you?"
Xiao Mo didn't speak, but looked at her with a dull expression, like a puppet with a dead soul.
Wu Yaoyue hugged Xiao Mo and buried her head in his arms, "Xiao Mo, you can cry if you want to, wuwu, Qiqi, Qiqi..."
"Wu Yaoyue..." Xiao Mo said coldly, word by word.
"..." Wu Yaoyue just lay in his arms, crying non-stop.
He remained expressionless as he continued, "Your mouth is too sharp and it hurts me to peck you!"
Wu Yaoyue raised her face and choked with sobs, "Xiao Mo, don't worry, I will help Qi Qi get revenge. We will raise Xiao Nai Bao together. I will be Xiao Nai Bao's mother, and you will be his father!"
Xiao Mo coldly pushed Wu Yaoyue away, "What a beautiful idea!"
Step by step, he walked towards the house with heavy steps, his beautiful phoenix eyes, but there was a faint light floating in them.
Seventy-seven, seventy-seven...
Why am I the one who survives? If you were the one who survived, you wouldn't be so sad, right?
Qiqi, come back, okay?
*
In the Demon Realm, in the King's Palace, Bai Luo looked at Liu Qiqi who opened his eyes, stepped forward and leaned over and said, "How are you? Are you okay?"
Liu Qiqi's voice was hoarse, and her whole body was in pain as if being gnawed by ants. Her fingers were trembling, "Who are you?"
Bai Luo frowned, she didn't remember who she was?
"I am Bai Luo!" Bai Luo said coldly, his expression still extremely cool.
"What is this place?" Liu Qiqi looked around and found that this was an extremely strange place.
"This is the Demon Realm, the Palace of the King of France!" Bai Luo replied in a clear tone.
"I, I..." Liu Qiqi struggled to get up, and then looked towards the mirror opposite. She saw a charming little face.
Very beautiful and very pale.
So strange, yet so familiar, is this her?
She sat there, a little confused.
"Do you still remember who you are?" Bai Luo asked softly, trying his best to look gentle.
Liu Qiqi shook her head, then looked at the familiar little face in the mirror and said, "Qingcheng?"
"Yes, you are Qingcheng!" A smile actually bloomed on Bai Luo's face, showing a myriad of charm and unparalleled elegance.
ps: The sixth update is here. There are enough words in this chapter. Writing six thousand words every day is really the limit. I really want to write more for you to read, but my brain is really not enough. Also
Wow, maybe V will be added one day after the Spring Festival, so if you are close to relatives, you can read it as much as possible, because when the time comes, V will be added, and many of the previous chapters will be chapters V.