The Tianxuan Continent
Shen Hanxi lay weak and helpless on the bed, her face flushed with embarrassment as she looked at her ill-intentioned disciple. She was filled with regret.
“Ye Mo, what are you doing? I’m your master.”
“But I don’t want you to be my master.”
“I want you to be my Xier.”
Ye Mo held the helpless Shen Hanxi, his tenderness as gentle as water.
“You… let your master go. In this life, I cultivate the Heartless Sword Dao. I will never have any other feelings.”
“If it can’t happen in this life, then I’ll wait for the next.”
Tens of thousands of years later, Ye Mo looked at a little girl who looked so much like her. “What’s your name?”
“Big brother, my name is Shen Hanxi.”
“Then from this moment on, I’ll be your master.”
“Okay.”
Zhou Yunrou watched her master being trampled beneath the Demon Emperor’s feet. Her heart ached as she stared blankly at the Demon Emperor, Mo Ye.
“Why? What did we ever do to offend you?”
“You’re carrying my child, so you’re my woman. Why else?”
“I… I’m pregnant? No, that can’t be!”
“You’re lying to me! Aren’t you?”
Is there really no one watching? 🥺 The pace of this book may be a bit fast, so I hope you don't think too hard while reading it.