Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

As soon as the wind picked up, a sharp pain shot through my neck.

Chen Xuan rushed over so fast that Su Chang'an had no time to react.

A large, cold hand gripped her throat tightly, and a tremendous force instantly lifted her up from mid-air.

Su Chang'an's feet left the ground, and he instinctively tried to kick, but he found that this projection of his soul was powerless.

Although the feeling of suffocation does not exist in the soul, the fear of being crushed by absolute power is very real.

Su Chang'an was stunned.

She grabbed Chen Xuan's wrists with both hands and pounded on them, trying to pry open those fingers that were like iron clamps.

"Chen Xuan! Have you gone mad?"

Su Chang'an managed to squeeze out a sound, which sounded somewhat distorted because his throat was constricted.

"I'm your father! Look closely! I'm Su Chang'an!"

"You dare lay a hand on me? You think I won't slap you?"

As she cursed, she used her meager soul power to ram into Chen Xuan's protective aura.

But that's like trying to break a rock with an egg.

Chen Xuan didn't even lift his eyelids; instead, his aura became even more violent.

He stared at the struggling woman in his arms.

That face is so similar.

His eyebrows, eyes, expression, and even the fierceness with which he cursed were exactly the same as the person in my memory.

But it was precisely because they looked so alike that he found it disgusting.

He had seen too many illusions like this over the years.

His inner demons always tormented him in different ways, sometimes with tenderness, sometimes with sarcasm, and sometimes, like now, by feigning a furious and exasperated state.

A trace of pain flashed in Chen Xuan's eyes, a scar left by countless crushing blows of hope and despair.

But this pain was quickly swallowed up by a deeper madness.

He leaned close to Su Chang'an's face, their noses almost touching.

Su Chang'an could clearly see the bloodshot veins in his pupils and the chilling aura emanating from him.

"You're really good at pretending."

Chen Xuan's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, or as if he was squeezing it out from between his teeth.

"He even imitated the tone of the insults so perfectly."

"Unfortunately, she is one of a kind."

"You think you're worthy of imitating her?"

Su Chang'an was stunned.

What nonsense is this unfilial son spouting?

What do you mean by telling me to learn from myself?

"Chen Xuan, open your dog eyes and see clearly..."

Su Chang'an wanted to explain, but Chen Xuan's fingers tightened suddenly.

Click.

Su Chang'an felt as if his spirit was about to be crushed.

The excruciating pain made her swallow the rest of her words.

Chen Xuan stared into her eyes, his gaze revealing a chilling aggressiveness.

Su Chang'an had never seen that look in his eyes before.

In the past, Chen Xuan, though cold and arrogant, always restrained himself in front of her.

But now, those eyes only hold naked possessiveness and a desire to destroy.

It's like a starving beast eyeing a piece of meat that's about to be devoured.

"I told you, don't look at me like that."

Chen Xuan's voice was chilling and piercing.

You don't deserve it.

"She's mine, and she can only be mine."

Even if she dies, her expression and her tone can only belong to her.

"If there's a next time, I'll deal with you."

Chen Xuan's fingers sank deep into Su Chang'an's spirit body, his nails scratching through the shimmering light on the surface of the soul.

"I will lock you up, so that you can neither live nor die."

"I'll make you regret turning into her to deceive me."

Su Chang'an felt a chill run down his spine.

This kid has really gone mad.

Where is this the same good boy who would peel oranges for her and carry her through the snow?

This guy is clearly a pervert!

"you……"

Just as Su Chang'an opened his mouth, a black vortex suddenly emerged from Chen Xuan's palm.

That is the power of devouring.

This is also the demonic art that Chen Xuan is currently cultivating.

"Since you're here, don't leave."

Chen Xuan said coldly.

"Go back to your sea of ​​consciousness and stay there."

"That's where you, this filthy thing, belong."

"Don't force me to break up with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black vortex erupted instantly.

Su Chang'an felt a sudden dizziness, as if his body had been thrown into a washing machine and was being pulled wildly by an unparalleled suction force.

"Chen Xuan! You son of a bitch!"

Su Chang'an only managed to utter this one sentence at the end.

Then everything went black, and he was forcibly stuffed into Chen Xuan's forehead.

The feeling of weightlessness lasted for a long time.

When Su Chang'an opened his eyes again, the surrounding scenery had completely changed.

It was no longer that pitch-black warship, nor the blizzard that filled the sky.

This is a desolate world.

The sky was blood red, as if it had been stained with blood, creating a suffocating atmosphere.

The ground was cracked and riddled with huge ravines.

In the distance lay a scene of ruins.

Broken walls and ruins, collapsed palaces, and shattered stone pillars.

There was no life here, only endless silence and desolation.

Su Chang'an got up from the ground and rubbed his throbbing head.

"This is... that kid's sea of ​​consciousness?"

Su Chang'an was somewhat shocked.

A cultivator's sea of ​​consciousness usually reflects their inner state.

She had explored Chen Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness before. Although it was desolate then, it was at least a clear ocean of sword intent, with a giant sword that reached the heavens and the earth standing in the middle.

But now, this place is practically a battlefield.

The giant sword was broken, half of it stuck in the ground, shrouded in black demonic energy.

What must have happened to ruin one's inner world like this?

Looking at the devastation, Su Chang'an felt a surge of anger, like he was being strangled, which dissipated considerably, replaced by a bitter feeling.

How did this silly boy even get through it?

Just as Su Chang'an was staring blankly at the ruins.

A soft laugh suddenly came from the corner.

"Oh, another one?"

Her voice was charming and alluring, with a languid quality that made one's bones melt.

Su Chang'an turned around abruptly.

Not far away, atop the ruins, stood a blood-red throne.

A woman lay on her side on the throne.

The woman was wearing a semi-transparent red dress, revealing large swathes of her snow-white skin.

A pair of long, slender legs were casually draped over the armrest, with a red rope tied around the ankle and a small bell hanging from it.

Most importantly, it's this face.

Exactly the same as Su Chang'an.

Even the beauty mark at the corner of her eye was exactly the same.

The woman had a strand of hair twirling in her hand, and was looking at Su Chang'an with a flirtatious gaze.

His expression was exactly like how Su Chang'an usually teased Chen Xuan.

But it has gained a touch of wickedness and a touch of debauchery.

He's like a degenerate version of Su Chang'an.

"Tsk tsk, this one looks a bit different."

The woman in the red veil sat up, her red lips slightly parted, her eyes filled with amusement.

"You were actually 'invited' in by him?"

Su Chang'an looked at the woman who looked exactly like him, but whose temperament was completely different, and he couldn't quite figure it out.

What kind of show is this?

How come there's a demon hiding in Chen Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness?

"Who are you?"

Su Chang'an asked warily.

The woman in the red veil laughed heartily, her red veil trembling slightly.

"who I am?"

She pointed to herself, then to Su Chang'an.

"Aren't I you?"

"Or rather, I am the thing that madman most wants to do."

The woman in the red veil licked her lips, her eyes revealing a naked desire.

"I am his inner demon."

"It's also his obsession that he thinks about day and night, wanting to pin you down and ravage you...

Su Chang'an was stunned.

So this unfilial son appears cold on the surface, but his mind is filled with nothing but this lewd nonsense?

How could you let your inner demons develop into this kind of person?

"Does he...do he usually think about these things?"

Su Chang'an pointed at the woman in the red veil, his finger trembling slightly.

The woman in the red veil stepped down from the throne.

The bells on her ankles made a crisp sound.

She walked up to Su Chang'an, circled around her, and sniffed Su Chang'an's neck.

"Of course I want to, how could I not?"

"He dreams of locking you in the bed every night."

"I want to hear you cry, I want to hear you beg for mercy."

"I want to tear these clothes off and see if what's underneath is black."

The woman in the red veil reached out a finger and lifted Su Chang'an's chin.

"But, what's wrong with the smell on you...?"

"It's kind of... real."