Chapter 334
Familiar faces, familiar auras, and a devotion that belonged only to her.
The sky full of snowflakes had vanished.
The overcast sky had also returned to normal.
All things were growing.
The orange sun lay quietly in the distant verdant sky.
The evening glow spilled out vibrant, colorful light, scattering onto the distant city walls.
Illuminating the two people gazing deeply at each other even more brightly.
"Nangong Mo, is that you?"
Gu Qianying finally found her voice after a long while.
He held her tightly. She turned her head to clearly see his exquisitely beautiful face.
But even so, she still felt it was unreal.
Finally, he also spoke.
"Silly girl, it's me. Don't doubt it, it's really me. I... have returned."
At this moment.
These words seemed more pleasant to hear than any sweet talk.
Gu Qianying's eyes moistened, and tears flowed down involuntarily.
He had finally returned whole!
The man opposite, dressed in moon-white robes, seemed to be bound by some kind of barrier.
He was unable to move for a time.
Holding the person in his arms, Nangong Mo lightly brushed his sleeve.
An invisible, powerful force surged directly towards the man in moon-white robes.
With a "bang."
The man flew backward. He didn't fly far, collapsing to the ground within the barrier, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he propped himself up.
He looked up at Nangong Mo.
Upon seeing Nangong Mo's entire body bathed in a golden light, his eyes widened in astonishment.
"You are..."
Before he could finish this sentence.
Elder Jia and Elder Wu, both with white beards and flowing immortal robes, appeared out of thin air.
Both landed beside Nangong Mo.
Among them, Old Man Wu stroked his white beard and looked at the man trapped within the barrier.
"Mei Changqing, Old Man Mei, you are from the Heavenly Realm like us, yet you descended to the mortal world to support a scumbag for king and abet evil. Do you still deserve to be the Sect Master of the Wuxie Sect?"
The Wuxie Sect was a sect in the Heavenly Realm that suppressed the invasion of demons.
This sect was stationed at the border of the Heavenly Realm, preventing unknown individuals from the other three realms from intruding into the Heavenly Realm and polluting its celestial aura.
Mei Changqing clutched his injured chest and knelt on one knee, looking towards Old Man Wu.
His gaze finally fell upon Nangong Mo, and he realized with a start, "You are Lord Lian Di?"
Nangong Mo remained silent, not even sparing him a glance.
At this moment, Nangong Mo's eyes were only on the person before him – her (Gu Qianying).
The others around.
Ouyang Qinglin watched Nangong Mo and Gu Qianying, lost in their world.
His heart felt as if it were being pricked by needles, causing unbearable pain.
Beneath his sleeves, his hands clenched tightly.
His phoenix eyes were filled with lingering despair.
He knew very well that Nangong Mo's appearance meant he no longer had any chance with her.
At this moment, he was unwilling.
But he also knew clearly that his unwillingness could not change anything.
Nangong Mo, who had returned from the dead, or rather, had never died but had returned, had become very strong.
So strong that he, with his profound internal energy, was like an egg hitting a rock before Nangong Mo, utterly unable to withstand him.
Beside them, the injured Du Chun, swaying precariously, was supported by Nangong Li, who rushed over.
Du Chun looked at the beautiful couple not far away.
A bitter smile rose to his lips. He closed his eyes, finally released Nangong Li, and turned away.
A white robe, a lock of white hair, a slender back – he was still him.
It was just that... there was a feeling, a person, that needed to be forever hidden in his heart.
As long as she could be happy, as long as she could be joyful, that was enough.
Nangong Li did not understand why Du Chun looked so sad.
He was overjoyed by his Ninth Imperial Uncle's arrival, almost running to embrace him.
But he was not so tactless.
Picking up the broken fan that had been knocked away by the "bad guy," he inexplicably thought of that woman, Luolayata.
He wondered if that shrew missed him.
Gu Yefeng, standing not far from him, his purple robe had a large tear from the powerful force just now.
But he was not very disheveled, still maintaining his elegant demeanor.
Looking at the two not far away.
A genuine smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Walking step by step, he knew very well what his little sister had been through and what kind of men she had encountered.
Among these men, he admitted they were all good, all so handsome and dashing.
But in his eyes, the only one worthy of his little sister was Nangong Mo, the Ninth Prince.
Only before Nangong Mo could his little sister be a cherished little woman.
At this moment, the Emperor Nan Rongqi, standing on the palace walls, looked at Nangong Mo who had suddenly appeared in the distance.
He completely panicked, "He's not dead? How is he not dead?"
As he spoke, ignoring the bleeding corner of the mouth of the person beside him, he roared at her, "You... you... quickly go and kill Nangong Mo for me, hurry!"
Consort Rong beside him wiped the blood from her mouth, gave him a sinister look, and narrowed her charming eyes, "You dog bastard, shut up! Or I'll twist your dog's neck!"
Nan Rongqi: "..."
Enraged by being cursed, he was about to say something when Consort Rong raised her hand and slapped him.
At this moment, he did not notice that the Imperial Guards behind him, as well as some eunuchs and others, were all already dead.
The man in the black robe, with his face covered by a black mask, who was close to Consort Rong, finally lowered his cloak and pulled off his mask, revealing his true face.
It was a terrifying face.
Scars like centipedes covered his entire face, and his gloomy eyes seemed to be wrapped in a layer of ice.
A tiger head was also engraved on his wrist.
"I should have thought long ago that he was not dead. As expected, that daughter of Gu Qianying is his weakness. This is also good; we will have a way to deal with him next."
As he spoke, the man in the black robe glanced at Nan Rongqi.
He instructed Consort Rong, "He's an emperor, yet so cowardly. Where do I need such a coward? Mo Yinyang, go and help him."
Consort Rong, addressed as Mo Yinyang, nodded obediently, "Yes, Demon Emperor."
She turned, and to Nan Rongqi's horror, grabbed his neck, forcing his mouth open.
A mass of black mist was inhaled from her mouth into Nan Rongqi's.
Nan Rongqi's terrified eyes gradually turned abnormally ferocious.
The next moment, Mo Yinyang untied his robes, and as she tore them apart, more than ten snake heads emerged from her chest, lunging towards Nan Rongqi.
By the time her snake heads returned to their place, Nan Rongqi's internal organs had already been hollowed out, and a still-warm, beating heart was held in Mo Yinyang's hand.
A mass of black mist surrounded the heart beating in her palm.
Under her curse, the bright red heart turned black.
Then, she returned Nan Rongqi's heart to him.
At that moment, Nan Rongqi became a walking corpse, a demonic puppet.
"Go, take all the Imperial Guards in your palace and kill all those traitors. Go!"
Mo Yinyang commanded.
Nan Rongqi, now a demonic puppet, obeyed the order, had the city gates opened, and led all the guards to charge out...