Chapter 440: The Destitute Goddess VS the Evil and Cruel Evil God 28
The next morning, the sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains of the Biluo Yaotai, sprinkling dappled light onto the couch in the bedroom, adding a touch of warmth to the quiet bedroom.

When Yu Yao opened her eyes, she saw Ye Ming had stood up and was sitting on the edge of the bed. She had no idea what he was thinking.

"Yeming, why are you up so early?"

She yawned, sat up, and asked in a low voice, her voice full of the languor of someone who had not yet woken up.

Ye Ming heard the voice, turned around and looked at her, lifted the hair that fell in front of her eyes and put it behind her, and said softly: "I didn't sleep before, and it was only when I was with you that I developed the habit of sleeping."

Hearing this, her heart softened inexplicably, she hugged his waist and rested her head on his chest, "Ye, let's have a child."

She had originally planned to wait until they had been married for a thousand years before having a child, but the days of being a fairy were too long, and even with Ye Ming's company every day, she couldn't avoid loneliness.

Ordinary gods and demons usually spend their time practicing, but since she knew that she would leave this plane sooner or later, she had no intention of practicing at all.

As for going out to play, you can't go out to play every day.

Ye Ming felt the warmth on his body and was slightly startled when he heard her words, "Want a child?"

It was extremely difficult for immortals and demons to have offspring, and it could even be said that the hope was slim. He had never had any extravagant hopes for offspring.

Yu Yao looked up at him, her eyes flashing with anticipation, "Yes, this Biluoyaotai is really too quiet, and having a child will make it more lively."

Ye Ming looked at her eager eyes, his heart moved, he gently stroked her hair, and said softly: "Yao'er, it is extremely difficult for immortals and demons to give birth to offspring, it requires fate."

She smiled and said, "It's okay, I just said that. It would be better if you have it, but I won't force you if you don't have it."

The two of them were affectionate for a while, then she got up from the bed, washed up, and took a Dragon and Phoenix Pill.

Thinking that this was the realm of immortals and demons, and that a child was worth 10 points, she took another pregnancy pill.

Ye Ming didn't know all this.

In the heaven, Yunyuan Palace is surrounded by fairy mist and time seems to have stopped.

Lord Chu Yuan sat cross-legged in the secret room with his eyes closed and concentrated. His face was cold and handsome, and a faint halo surrounded him, making him look like a god without desires.

Only his occasional sighs could be heard in the air, and no other sounds were heard.

It was so quiet that one could almost hear his heartbeat, forming a sharp contrast with the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

The luminous pearls inlaid on the surrounding walls emitted a soft glow, but could not penetrate the loneliness and introspection in his heart.

Ever since that day when Yu Ji showed him the scene of Wanrou reincarnated and becoming the top prostitute in Wanhua Tower, he was extremely angry at first, and hated those who teased Wanrou.

As time goes by, the hatred that once existed gradually fades away, leaving only endless worry and longing.

It made him unable to sleep and unable to practice peacefully.

Chu Yuan couldn't hold back the torment in his heart, so he took out the Sky-peeking Mirror to investigate Wanrou's path to reincarnation.

He knew that this was not the scene he wanted to see, and he might not be able to accept it, but now he couldn't help but want to see it.

As he injected his magic power into it, the Sky-Seeing Mirror suddenly grew larger and slowly floated in front of him. It was surrounded by fairy mist, curling white fog and radiating light.

Ripples appeared on the mirror surface, as if clouds were being cleared away, and the picture gradually became clearer.

In the picture, Jiang Wanrou has been reincarnated for the third time. In this life, she is still in the prosperous but dirty place of fireworks, and her flower name is Zhirou.

She was the most famous prostitute in the Golden Phoenix Tower, the largest brothel in Yangzhou City.

At this moment, she was wearing a gauze, smiling like a flower, flirting and playing with a man who was old enough to be her father.

That smile, once the most gentle comfort in his heart, has now become the sharpest knife piercing his heart.

"Wanrou."

His eyes were red, his voice was one of suppressed pain, anger and rage, and his face was cold and gloomy.

The woman he had always wanted to make a goddess has now become the most despicable and dirty woman in the world, and there is no trace of her former self in sight.

Chu Yuan looked at the scene in the Sky-peeping Mirror and felt heartbroken.

His Wanrou, the girl who was once as pure as a lotus, was now trapped in this place of prostitution, dealing with those unbearable people. He clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles turned white.

He hated himself for being incompetent and cowardly. He could have rushed down to save her and wiped away all the filth.

But when he wanted to step out of the palace, he didn't have the courage.

He hesitated. After all, he was cowardly and selfish, and he didn't have the courage to give everything for Wanrou.

At this moment, the man who was handsome enough to be Jiang Wanrou's father rudely tore off her veil. Instead of getting angry, she smiled and tried her best to please him.

He saw Wanrou, kneeling at the man's feet, trying every means to please him.

When Chu Yuan saw the scene in the mirror, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if an invisible hand was tightly grasping his heart.

His eyes were filled with disbelief that Wanrou, who was once as pure as a lily, had now fallen to such a state in this place of fireworks.

Chu Yuan closed his eyes in pain. When he opened them again, there was no emotion in his eyes, but indifference.

Wanrou now feels extremely unfamiliar to him.

He couldn't connect the woman in front of him who was fawning and trying to please others in the red-light district with the pure and gentle Wanrou of the past.

The gap in his heart was like an abyss, gradually separating his emotions and reason.

Chu Yuan stood up and left the secret room, strolling alone in this empty and lonely palace.

Once upon a time, Yu Ji also lived here, and the air still lingers with her scent, a unique floral fragrance, very light and faint, but also very pleasant to the ear.

Chu Yuan's eyes were complicated, and his mind couldn't help but think of every little detail about him and Yu Ji.

Ever since he rescued her from the Golden Lion Beast, this woman has fallen in love with him without hesitation.

Afterwards, he disregarded his dignity and pursued me throughout the six realms.

He didn't respond at first, nor did he pay any attention, he just felt annoyed, like a fly, it annoyed him a lot.

Even though he went to the Flower Realm to marry her later, it was for the divine vein in her body and so that he and Wanrou could stay together forever.

Because of his inner disgust and ulterior motives, no matter how Yu Ji tried to please him, he remained indifferent and never touched her.

Although they were husband and wife in name, they were never husband and wife in reality.

Every time he saw her crying, he turned a blind eye. At that time, his heart and eyes were full of Wanrou.

But this silly woman was still as nice to him as before, and even felt that she was not good enough and that was why he liked her, and she thought that one day she would be able to melt his heart.

Chu Yuan felt more and more disdainful at that time, and looked down upon Yu Ji even more.

Unconsciously, he walked to the bedroom, and his eyes fell on the prayer rope hanging on the head of the bed, and he was slightly startled.

He remembered that this was written by Yu Ji for him and she secretly hung it in her bedroom.

He wanted to throw it out.

But Yu Ji cried and begged, "My husband, please don't throw it away. I wove it with my own hands. It also incorporates the countless spirits of the flower world and half of my magic power. It can bless my husband to be safe and smooth."

He listened with disdain. He was a great God with great power. Who in the six realms could hurt him?
Perhaps because he saw Yu Ji's sincerity and how sad she was crying, he somehow did not throw it away and just left it hanging there.

At this moment, Chu Yuan looked at the prayer rope hanging quietly on the bedside, feeling mixed emotions.

"Maybe I'm really wrong."

He murmured softly, his voice echoing in the empty bedroom, carrying a barely perceptible hint of bitterness and regret.

The best woman was right beside him, but he didn't know how to cherish her and instead hurt her like that.

Chu Yuan slowly stretched out his hand and gently touched the prayer string. The delicate texture seemed to still carry Yu Ji's warmth.

His eyes were complicated, with emotions swirling in them, including guilt, regret, and a hint of indescribable attachment.

(End of this chapter)