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After bidding farewell to the ancient god-demon, Yao Yao happily returned along the same path to the tree.

When she returned, Chong Yan was still sitting there.

But his usually pale, almost transparent complexion had improved slightly.

Seeing Yao Yao approaching, he quietly looked up at her.

“What’s wrong?” Yao Yao glanced down at herself.

Chong Yan spoke slowly, “You’ve been here all along.”

Yao Yao quickly understood what he meant. Chong Yan was asking why a disciple from the cultivation world like her had stayed in the Forsaken Abyss, not afraid of her family looking for her.

Yao Yao actually thought about her relationship with Ji Rong  here.

For the past few years, she had been by the male lead’s side most of the time. As a disciple of the Wuji Sect, people still treated her fairly well. However, ever since the female lead, her junior sister, appeared, everyone’s attitude towards her, someone who occupied the position of the Sword Saint’s fiance, became rather complicated.

Based on the memories she received, her most important family member should be her older brother. Yao Yao hadn’t met him yet.

Yao Yao sat cross-legged, taking the opportunity to recall the main plot.

The air was calm, without any wind or waves.

However, suddenly, Chong Yan lifted his head.

A hint of vigilance appeared in his mismatched pupils.

There were no fluctuations of spiritual energy in the air, nor any invasion by other demons or cultivators.

There was only a golden eagle soaring over the cold abyss.

However, in the eyes of the ancient demon, this was just a slightly larger, flying ant, not worthy of their attention.

Chong Yan sensed it for a moment, but still felt nothing unusual, so he slowly leaned back against the tree trunk.

However, not far away…

Yao Yao raised her blushing face.

It’s so hot.

Why is it suddenly so hot?

In just a few moments, Yao Yao’s blood rushed to her brain, her fair skin turned pink, and then increasingly red, quickly resembling an apple.

Chong Yan noticed her strange condition and hesitantly reached out, saying, “You…”

But at that moment, a staircase descended from the sky, exuding a spiritual energy that was not present in the demon realm.

It led to the Spirit Continent.

Chong Yan slowly retracted his hand.

The Spirit Continent, a place he couldn’t go to.

He was trapped in an ancient seal, cursed by his birth mother.

But clearly, she still had family and people searching for her. She wasn’t as lonely as he was.

The ancient demon suddenly understood.

Even if there was a one-in-a-million chance that she was the one, he couldn’t keep her.

No one would choose him, a crippled man with a frozen heart.

Yao Yao was now completely dazed, and under the influence of the medicine, her fiery blood disorder erupted violently.

During the first episode of her blood fever, her blood gradually heated up.

This time, it was as if her entire body’s meridians and blood instantly reached boiling point. Her blood surged and collided, her meridians ached, her face turned red, her head throbbed, a buzzing sound filled her ears, the things in front of her became blurry, and her consciousness began to fade.

In front of her…

The staircase to the Spirit Continent was filled with abundant spiritual energy.

Next to her, there was a piece of ice that was so cold it seemed like it would freeze.

For a moment, Yao Yao was at a loss, but she followed her instincts and pounced on the ice.

Chong Yan sat under the tree, completely caught off guard by her actions.

Yao Yao held onto the chilling thing and started rambling.

“Mom, mom, mom.”

“Mom, I want to eat ice cream, drink cold drinks, eat spicy grilled fish, seafood, and lamb. Mom, can you ask dad to buy them?”

Yao Yao, lying on the hospital bed, had many dietary restrictions. In her 17 years of life, there were many things that other children could eat, but she had never tasted.

Now, running a fever, feeling dizzy, it was as if she was lying in her parents’ arms, speaking incoherently.

Chong Yan remained stiff, afraid to move.

He couldn’t understand her either.

Yao Yao rubbed her feverish cheeks everywhere, finally finding the coolest spot, as cold as ice.

Chong Yan held back from throwing her out.

She was too fragile, even the youngest dragon or phoenix wouldn’t be this fragile.

If he threw her out, she would be hurt badly.

However, the coolest place she found on his chest was his heart.

Yao Yao had no idea.

Her reddened fingers scratched everywhere, feeling hard and bouncy, so she pinched them a few times.

Then her nosebleed started.

Finally, a hint of annoyance appeared in Chong Yan’s usually indifferent eyes, mixed with an indescribable helplessness.

Yao Yao, whose consciousness was blurred by the fever, seemed to instinctively sense that it was effective. She pinched the cold and hard spot repeatedly and her mind started to wander.

“Little demon, my little demon, Chong Yan.”

“Chong Yan, do you want to eat grilled fish, seafood, lamb, or ice cream?”

Chong Yan didn’t know what those things were. He pursed his lips, held onto her slender arm, and intended to move her aside.

However, due to his resistant action, the dazed girl turned over.

“Don’t eat that. I’ll give you roses.”

Chong Yan froze.

“What… what?”

It took him a while before he finally spoke, sounding hesitant.

Yao Yao’s nose was still bleeding, and the fever had finally subsided a bit. She softly pressed her palm against the blue flame mark on his frozen heart and whispered.

“I’ll give you roses.”

Night fell slowly into the abyss of the cold darkness.

The moon remained silent.

The ancient demon still sat under that tree, which was thirty thousand years old.

But this time, he wasn’t alone.

The demon’s silver hair cascaded down, and his profound features, like those of a divine being, were lost in deep thought.

He held that incredibly soft body, not daring to embrace her or look at her, just staring straight at the distant abyss.

This place is too broken. He thought.

And he was dressed too shabbily.

His clothes were torn.

It seemed like he hadn’t even searched for food for her.

Many dissatisfactions flashed through the demon’s mind. After reflecting for a long time, he finally lowered his eyes carefully and looked at the girl sleeping against his chest.

That pitch-black figure that appeared in the illusion of the class demon that day was his impoverished imagination.

Because Chong Yan never cared about what that person accompanying him looked like. What it was.

But now he knew.

She was so different.

Finally, the demon carefully, attentively, and quietly looked at her.

What makes her different?

She had two eyes, a nose, and a mouth.

She was different from everyone else in the world.

When Yao Yao woke up, she found herself lying on a clean bed.

The bed was familiar.

There was even a pink pillow under her head.

Yes, the pillow was familiar too.

But before she could think about these things, the most important thing was that she noticed six golden blood spirit pearls placed next to her.

They could be exchanged for a Golden Winged Spirit Eagle or even the Divine Weapon Dragon Spine Sword with just one more.

Yao Yao touched her face. Did she have a nosebleed again? But this time, the burn was so severe that she had lost all her memories.

There seemed to be something hard and elastic in her memories, with a fantastic feeling when her face touched it.

Yao Yao rubbed her eyes, shook her head, and found that her body was fine now, ready to get out of bed.

But when she placed her hand on the edge of the bed, she suddenly felt a prick.

She opened her palm.

A seed.

The seed that she gave to her little demon.

Carefully, she placed the rose seed in her hand.