A weak and evil woman was exiled? The beastly husbands risked their lives to protect her

Chapter 678 I am your lover, A Yuan

After resting, Jiang Xinli and several beastmen walked towards the cold palace shrouded in black mist.

The further you go in, the heavier the oppressive aura becomes.

Upon arriving at the palace, the nine men frowned.

On the restrictive barrier that shrouded the core area, rose petal-shaped runes were faintly visible.

"Little bride." Yun Bo stopped, his fingertips slightly raised, sensing the faint scent of rose pheromones emanating from the barrier. His purple eyes darkened.

"Could it be that you were the one who sealed away the entire Ultimate Land and the true form of the Abyss?"

Jiang Xinli seemed thoughtful. "Possibly."

But she had no recollection of how or why she sealed Him.

But she could roughly guess why Jin Yuan was so obsessed with getting her.

It can also be roughly determined that the ultimate place that the entire interstellar community has been waiting for thousands of years to open and reach is not only hidden in a special space-time, but is also sealed by both ancient Earth and her.

Just one step away is the barrier.

Not knowing what they would face once inside, the group stopped in their tracks without hesitation.

Bai Yao suddenly grabbed Jiang Xinli's wrist, gently pulled her into his arms.

"Little Pear." All the emotions and countless words ultimately boil down to just one sentence: "I love you."

"Ayao, I love you too." Jiang Xinli hugged him, her voice soft.

Just as she was released from Bai Yao's embrace, a strong gust of wind swept her backward, causing her to fall into another firm embrace.

The scent of snow on my body had not yet dissipated when I was enveloped by the aroma of red wine and sandalwood.

Suddenly, the absurd dream that Haiyang Xing had flashed through Jiang Xinli's mind.

In the sea, Bai Yao is in front, and Yu Han Che is behind.

The two men held her tightly in their arms.

They have the exact same handsome face.

Her red eyes and red hair were chilling, and her aura was sharp as a blade.

With white hair, green eyes, and snow-white hair, her temperament was as pure and gentle as snow.

At the time, I didn't understand why I had such a dream.

Now I understand.

However, she had a question in her mind, but she never asked it aloud.

Thinking about what the two of them did to her in her dream, the tips of her ears turned red.

Hua Xi looked at Bai Yao, then at Yu Hanche.

He glanced at Sheng Tianze and Xuan Ying again, his face full of speechless disbelief.

“Mistress.” Yu Hanche was unaware of Jiang Xinli’s inner thoughts, but seeing her ears turn red and her face flushed with shyness, he couldn’t help but smile with pleasure.

He hugged her tighter, leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers, "I love you."

Before she could respond, he whispered again, "If I can get in, I will protect you."

“If you can’t,” he gazed deeply into her eyes, his thin lips moving silently, “you must wait for me to come back.”

Jiang Xinli was taken aback, then remembered the plan he had given her in the secret realm, and instantly understood, "Yes."

After a second farewell kiss, the ten people, with a do-or-die determination, stepped into the barrier.

Darkness engulfed my vision, and dizziness and a feeling of weightlessness struck at the same time.

A flash of white light with rose patterns appeared, and nine tall figures and one slender figure vanished from their spot in an instant.

*
When Jiang Xinli woke up, she found herself lying on a clean, soft bed.

The room was pure white.

It's like a sterile laboratory, and also like a silent temple.

She rubbed her temples, feeling as if her mind was shrouded in a thin fog, making her feel dizzy and lightheaded.

She frowned.

She was clearly outside that cold, black palace, so how did she end up here?
"Awake?" A deep, pleasant voice sounded in my ear.

Jiang Xinli suddenly turned around, her breath catching in her throat.

The first thing I saw was a cold, pale, and handsome face.

His long, flowing black hair and deep, dark red eyes resembled a vast starry sky.

A high, straight nose and thin, rosy lips.

He was handsome and otherworldly, yet exuded a suffocatingly fierce aura.

A beam of dark golden light fell from the void, coating the person in front of it with a halo that resembled that of a deity.

He looked very young, but his eyes held a depth of experience and loneliness that seemed to have accumulated over a thousand years.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile slowly curved his lips as he gazed at her with an all-knowing, knowing smile.

"Who are you?" Jiang Xinli frowned, instinctively shrinking back. She quickly glanced around.

The view is of tranquil and warm white, with solemn and ancient runes engraved on the dome that flows slowly like a nebula.

The room was spacious, quiet, and spotless, exuding an intangible sense of holiness.

The young man reached out, his pale, jade-like fingers gently grasping her wrist, his warm thumb slowly caressing her palm.

"Jinyuan".

Jiang Xinli subconsciously pulled her hand away, but the moment she met those dark red eyes, she seemed to be controlled by some irresistible force.

Unable to move, she could only let him hold her.

The warmth of his fingertips, like a brand, seeped into the skin inch by inch.

The young man exuded an extremely strong aura, which made it almost impossible for her to move, and even breathing became difficult.

"Jinyuan," she repeated softly.

The name seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

The key question is, why is she here?

Many things in my memory seem to have been suddenly erased.

He probed with his fingertips.

Fortunately, dodder flowers can be used.

She looked up at the other person with a wary expression: "Where is this?"

"My temple," the young man said with a slight smile, "or...our home."

Jiang Xinli frowned even more deeply:
temple
This young man, shrouded in divine radiance, is actually a deity?
She took a deep breath. "I don't know you."

"No, you know her." The young man gazed at her silently, his voice low and slow, as if he had traveled through a thousand years.

"I am the place you are destined to return to."

He grasped her hand in his palm and tightened his grip slightly. "You can call me A Yuan."

"A final destination?" A flicker of doubt crossed Jiang Xinli's eyes. Her gaze fell on His hand holding hers, and she said coldly:
"open."

His dark red eyes dimmed slightly, and he slowly relaxed.

Jiang Xinli jumped off the bed and then realized that she was wearing an off-the-shoulder long dress.

It is pure white in color and as light and soft as a cloud.

However, this off-the-shoulder style is not her preferred style.

She looked around but didn't see any extra clothes.

He seemed to read her mind, got up, and slowly walked towards her.

A full-length mirror appeared in mid-air in front of the two of them.

“This dress is one I chose especially for you.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, pinched her chin with his fingertips, and forced her to look in the mirror.

Jiang Xinli struggled to turn around, "Let me go."

Before she could finish speaking, He gently embraced her from behind, his warm breath brushing against her neck. "Do you like it?"

The mirror reflected the two figures close together.

One black and one white.

The men are handsome and the women are beautiful.

A faint scent of ambergris permeates the air.

Jiang Xinli glanced at the mirror, her gaze falling on her fair collarbone.

Her pupils constricted as she looked at the four teardrop-shaped, ice-blue dragon scales on it.
How come she has this on her?

If she remembered correctly, this was the mark of a male orc.

Noticing the change in her expression, the young man's dark red eyes suddenly turned a deep, dark black.

As His mood changed, the temperature inside the room plummeted.

The light gradually dimmed.

A suffocating sense of oppression spread around Jiang Xinli like a tide.

He raised his hand, his pale fingertips gently tracing her collarbone.

The four icy blue scales seemed to be soaked in ink, instantly spreading into a depressing darkness.

A cold, binding sensation spread from Jiang Xinli's collarbone.

Her heart sank suddenly:
The one who marked her was Him?!
"Don't you like black?" His voice deepened.

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