Evil God, Love Me Tender

Jun Qiyan held onto the ground as she slowly stood up. However, before she could even stand up, her legs gave way and she fell onto the ground.

Saint Silkworm said this was Emperor Mo Jiu's illusion, his obsession … But how could this woman be her appearance? Could it be that Di Mo Jiu was going to fight him...

Thinking up to this point, Jun Qiyan hurriedly shook her head, and a trace of a suspicious blush appeared on her face.

"Are you okay?" A hand appeared before his eyes, and a familiar voice sounded from the top of his head. It was the same voice as his own.

Jun Qiyan raised her head and saw the worried look on Jun Qianyan's face. Di Mo Jiu was standing not far behind her, looking at her indifferently as she fell to the ground.

How could Di Mo Jiu turn a blind eye to him? Jun Qiyan fell into a trance for a moment. Then, he crawled up on his hands.

"Thank you for Miss's concern, I'm fine."

"You're already injured, how can you be alright?" Why don't you come to our room and sit down, and I'll bandage you up... "Oh, right. I'm Jun Qiyan. This is my husband, Di Mo Jiu …"

Jun Qiyan continued halfway through his sentence, as if he had thought of something else.

Husband? Jun Qiyan only felt that he had been hacked on the outside but inside out.

The heavens must be messing with her! Did he really need to explode from the very beginning?

Di Mo Jiu's face turned even darker, his lips parted slightly, interrupting her.

"Xiao Yan, why waste time on this beggar? Whether good or evil is still unknown. "

Di Mo Jiu looked at himself, not with a trace of emotion, but only with caution and vigilance.

When Jun Qiyan heard this, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

As expected, this was the real Ninth Master. However, when he saw Di Mo and Di Jiu's unfamiliar expressions, for some reason, Jun Qiyan felt a wave of bitterness surge through her heart.

"Mo Jiu!" Jun Qianyan fiercely glared at her, then turned to Jun Feiyan and smiled, "My family's Mo Jiu has such a suspicious character, please forgive me. "Come to our house. I'll bandage your wound."

Jun Qiyan raised his eyebrows and looked at his other self, then looked at Di Mo Jiu who was standing beside "Jun Qiyan."

Interesting …

At this time, Jun Qianyan was very glad that he hadn't taken a bath and changed his clothes after completing his mission. If he hadn't suffered this kind of injury, perhaps he would have been driven out by Di Mo Jiu.

"Thank you, my lady."

Within a small room.

"Mo Jiu and I were living in seclusion here. I thought I would never see anyone else besides him!" Jun Qiyan was currently bandaging the clean Jun Qianyan, chattering nonstop.

Strangely enough, Di Mo Jiu, who always liked peace and quiet, didn't say a word at this time nor did he express his dissent towards Jun Feiyan. His eyes contained a trace of a strange expression as they stayed on Jun Feiyan's body.

"I came here to gain experience, and was seriously injured by that black shadow demon beast. I fell off the cliff and drifted along the river." Jun Qiyan closed her eyes and lied about what she had read in the past.

"So that's how it is." Jun Qiyan thoughtfully nodded his head. Suddenly, his hands stopped moving.

"Hiss!" Jun Qiyan sucked in a breath of cold air.

"What's wrong?" When Di Mo Jiu heard the scream, he immediately ran over, put her small hand into his palm and blew on her injured index finger.

"It's nothing. It's just that when I cut the cloth, I accidentally cut my hand."

It was only now that Jun Qianyan could see that Di Mo Jiu's eyes were filled with a doting look. From the start till now, he only had a little more worry and heartache.

However, these were all for Jun Qiyan, not for her.

As Jun Qiyan watched the interaction between the two, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. If it was according to what Saint Silkworm Master said, then he could be sure that Di Mo Jiu's obsession was himself.

But the "Jun Qiyan" in front of him was still different.

As a cultivator, how could his hand be cut by scissors? Moreover, the person in front of him was much more gentle than him.

Perhaps, this was the 'Jun Qiyan' that Di Mo Jiu had in his heart, and it was his true feelings. Speaking of which, it was very different from how he normally acted when he was dressed in men's clothes.

"Excuse me …" Do you have a bronze mirror? " Jun Qiyan asked weakly, interrupting their conversation.

"Ah, yes. I'll take it for you. " After he finished speaking, 'Jun Qiyan' turned around and left. Now, only Di Mo Jiu and Jun Qianyan were left in this room.

Jun Qiyan felt a chill run down his spine. When he turned around, he saw Di Mo Jiu's sharp eyes staring at him, his lips were tightly pursed.

Why didn't Mo Jiu recognize him? Not only did he not know him, he was also hostile towards him. However, the most important thing right now was to bring him out of the illusion … Jun Qiyan lightly sighed, intending to reveal his identity.

"Ninth Master, I'm …"

"No matter who you are, stay away from Xiao Budian or I won't forgive you!" Di Mo Jiu interrupted her with a hint of warning in his eyes.

When Jun Qiyan heard this, the corner of his mouth stiffened as he sucked in a breath of cold air. He wasn't sure before, but now, Mo Jiu really did not recognize him. Furthermore, he was his imaginary enemy.

Although she felt a bit uncomfortable, in regards to matters of life and death, she still had to focus on the bigger picture.

"Mo Jiu, listen to me first, this is an illusion! It's all fake! " She leaned forward and said urgently.

Di Mo Jiu gave her a cold glance, turning his gaze towards the direction in which 'Jun Qiyan' had left outside the door.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Di Mo Jiu!" This was an illusion! This is what you're thinking, but all of this is not true! "

"Nonsense! Jun Qiyan is obviously my wife, how could I be wrong! "

Di Mo Jiu stood up and looked back. There was already anger on his face and the Qi on his fingertips was slowly gathering. In an instant, he looked like a sharp blade.

"Xiao Yan is my wife and she kindly accepted you. If you continue to speak nonsense, don't blame me for killing you."

After she finished speaking, in the blink of an eye, Jun Qiyan only felt a chill on her neck as the sharp blade was already pressed against her neck.

Jun Qiyan felt the cold chill on her neck, and immediately felt upset. The Ninth Master had never treated her like this before …

Regarding Di Mo Jiu's determination, she didn't know if she should be happy, sad or jealous.

She just stared at him with a complicated expression on her face, while he remained as cold as ever.

"Mo Jiu! What are you doing! "

When 'Jun Qiyan' returned, she happened to see the scene before her. She hurriedly put down the bronze mirror in her hand and pulled Di Mo Jiu aside.

Di Mo Jiu let out a cold snort, retracted his anger, and stood to the side, not saying anything.

"She is a wounded person, how can you point a knife at her? 'Sigh, don't take offense to it. Mo Jiu is just like this. He doesn't like to talk, and he has offended you.' Jun Qiyan held her hand and looked at her worriedly.

As he finished speaking, 'Jun Qiyan' seemed to have thought of something and brought over the bronze mirror by the side.

"This is the copper mirror you wanted."

"Thank you, young lady." Jun Qiyan nodded, and took the mirror from her.

Due to the backward technology, the things reflected in the dim yellow mirror were all a bit distorted. However, one could still see the true appearance of the things.

With just that one glance, Jun Qiyan's grip softened and the copper mirror fell to the ground with a bang.

"Sir, this bronze mirror …" "Is there a problem?" Jun Qiyan asked worriedly from the side.

Jun Qiyan didn't say anything. When he looked up, his face was filled with an expression of disbelief.