After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

"deep!"

Ao Zi murmured to herself.

"Thank you so much for your help, senior!"

Ao Zi expressed her gratitude again, her clear voice echoing in the open space, filled with sincerity.

"No problem! No problem! Since I've chosen to help you, I'll help you to the end."

Upon hearing this!

Ao Zi was slightly taken aback, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a purple-gold bead appeared between the dragon's eyebrows.

The moment this thing appeared, Ao Zi's body trembled involuntarily, and her blood seemed to boil like boiling water.

Even the primal power hidden deep within her body was craving it frantically.

It was an uncontrollable, instinctive desire, an extreme longing to obtain the mysterious power contained within that bead.

"This item is the dragon pearl of the Purple-Gold True Dragon. After the old dragon helps you refine it, it can help you become a true Purple-Gold True Dragon with supreme power."

The dragon head spoke slowly, its voice solemn and majestic.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior! But I don't need it."

Although Ao Zi was extremely surprised, the allure of this item was as strong as a deadly poison.

But she gritted her teeth and forcibly suppressed the intense desire that was about to burst forth from her heart, and refused without hesitation.

"Little girl, you shall stay here and keep this old dragon company for several years. Only after this old dragon helps you refine this dragon pearl may you leave."

The dragon head gave Ao Zi no chance to speak again.

A powerful force instantly locked her in place, like a surging tide, leaving Ao Zi powerless to resist.

Immediately afterwards, the purple-gold dragon pearl transformed into a stream of light, entered Ao Zi's brow, and arrived at the original location of her dragon pearl.

Driven by the power of the dragon's head, the power of the Purple Gold Dragon Pearl gradually moved towards Ao Zi's Dragon Pearl.

The surge of power was slow and steady, like a meticulously planned ritual.

Helping Ao Zi create a dragon body was just a side thing; his real purpose was to refine the dragon pearl for Ao Zi.

After all, for the Dragon Head, this was his destiny to be trapped here.

At this moment, Ao Zi's body was completely out of control, and she couldn't even utter a single word.

She did not want to accept the so-called Purple Gold True Dragon Source Pearl; there were still many things waiting for her in the outside world.

It's unknown how many years it will take to refine this Dragon Ball.

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Winter snow is like a pure fairy dancing gracefully, so white and flawless that it is intoxicating, yet so cold and chilling that it makes one's heart go cold.

Everything under its shadow appeared desolate, adding a touch of melancholy, as if life had been mercilessly frozen at this moment.

The snowflakes fell like a fierce rain of knives.

The snow-covered landscape, though beautiful, mercilessly filled the entire field of vision, casting a cold hue over this bustling world.

No matter how heavy or abundant the snow falls, it cannot erase the inherent indifference of winter.

call--

The wind and snow are merciless, and the cold current is heartless.

The heavy snow fell wildly, blanketing the earth.

The coldness of the world cannot compare to the coldness in the human heart.

Holy Dynasty!

A young man dressed in white, looking like a gentleman, slowly approached a doorway.

A thick layer of snow had piled up in front of the door, like a sleeping giant, quiet and heavy, clearly indicating that no one had swept it for a very long time.

The tightly closed gate was not only sealed with a cross, but the plaque above it also contained only a single, solitary character: "洛".

The handwriting, worn and blurred by the passage of time and the erosion of wind and snow, has become mottled and indistinct.

Looking at all this, Luo Shisan's memories were instantly plunged into a turbulent vortex.

The vortex was like a bottomless abyss, frantically dragging her thoughts into it.

A feeling of extreme familiarity welled up from the bottom of my heart, a familiarity that seemed to have seeped into the depths of my soul.

It felt as if I had stood here long ago, right in front of this closed door, under this vast expanse of snow.

"Home?"

Luo Shisan's lips involuntarily parted slightly as she slowly uttered this word.

This single word, as light as a falling snowflake, yet as heavy as a massive boulder, drifted leisurely in the cold air, eventually dissipating slowly, leaving only an endless sense of melancholy.

Crunch!

Luo Shisan gently pushed the door open, and a crack appeared instantly. This slight movement startled the snow on the door frame, which, like disturbed spirits, slowly landed on Luo Shisan's white-clad shoulders.

In the vast, white world, there is also a small, white world.

Luo Shisan stepped across the threshold into the courtyard, her footsteps crunching in the snow.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the silent atmosphere, as if it were the only melody in this desolate place.

Each step she took left a deep footprint in the snow, a footprint that seemed to mark the passage of time, recording her exploration and reminiscence at that moment.

Luo Shisan then slowly walked into a room. The room was fully furnished, with an exquisite dressing table standing quietly in one corner and a soft bed placed against the wall.

Looking into this small room, Luo Shisan's vision suddenly underwent a strange change.

Like a dreamlike carousel turning slowly, or like time flowing backward, everything here takes on a completely different appearance in an instant.

In just a few breaths, two figures suddenly appeared in front of her. The figures were blurry and their appearances were indistinguishable, yet they exuded an aura of incomparable familiarity and warmth.

Judging from her figure and posture, she was a little girl, with an even younger child beside her.

Their hands were clasped tightly together, and the little girl tilted her head slightly, whispering something to the little boy.

Luo Shisan was eager to hear their words. She held her breath, her ears perked up, every nerve taut, listening intently.

Her eyes were filled with urgency and anticipation, and even her breathing became extremely shallow, as if she was afraid of missing even the slightest sound.

No matter how hard she tried or how focused she was, the voice seemed to be blocked by a thick, invisible barrier, and could not reach her ears. She could not understand what the little girl was saying to the child.

Immediately afterwards, the scene before them suddenly shifted rapidly, and the little girl transformed into a graceful young woman, while the child instantly turned into a slightly immature little boy.

Throughout these long years, they always slept together intimately, sharing many things with each other in every quiet night.

Those words flowed gently through their hearts like a soft nocturne, but sadly, no matter how hard Luo Shisan racked his brains, he still couldn't make out what they were whispering.

Even across the vast river of time, even without being able to clearly see their faces and outlines, Luo Shisan could still truly feel the feelings of the girl and the boy.

It was filled with happiness, it was steeped in joy, and its sincere, pure, and moving emotions seemed to possess an unparalleled power to inspire.

Even Luo Shisan's heart, which was originally as cold and desolate as ice, was warmed by the affection between the two.

A faint yet captivating smile touched her cool and aloof face, like the first spring flower blooming as the snow melts.

quickly!

The scene changed at lightning speed!

When they stopped again, the girl had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, and the little boy had grown into a spirited and dashing teenager.

However, the scene presented this time was not as heartwarming as the previous two!

Luo Shisan immediately became alert, her eyes darting outside like lightning. Then she heard an angry shout in her ear: "Luo Shisan! How dare you come here? Come with me now!"

The person who entered along with the sound was Luo Qingchuan. Looking at the calm and composed Luo Shisan, Luo Qingchuan was both angry and surprised.

Now that their identities have been revealed to the Holy Dynasty, Luo Shisan dares to come here so arrogantly.

"I'm here to find someone," Luo Shisan said calmly, his tone as still as water.

"Who to look for? We'll talk about it when we get back," Luo Qingchuan asked, his brows furrowed and his expression anxious.

Do you know Leng Chaozhi?

Luo Shisandao.

Upon hearing this!

Luo Qingchuan fell silent for a moment, his eyes becoming complex and profound.

But this wasn't the place to talk, so Luo Qingchuan could only continue, "I'll help you find it once we leave here."

Luo Shisan looked into his eyes and nodded slightly, saying, "Okay!"

When the two left the room and came to the courtyard, Luo Qingchuan's face immediately turned ashen, as if shrouded in a thick layer of gloom.

Several figures stood silently in the air above the courtyard; they were all people Luo Qingchuan knew.

Luo An, Luo Shisi, Luo Chisheng...

"Luo Shisan, Luo Qingchuan, you two dared to join the Void God Cult, and now you have the audacity to return to the Holy Dynasty."

The speaker was Luo An, and his voice was cold and stern, like the cold wind in a cold night.

"Ninth Brother, why waste words with them? Just take them to Father and talk to him."

Luo Shisi was the next to speak.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with resentment as she stared intently at Luo Shisan, her gaze seemingly piercing through him.

"Luo Shisan, stop fighting and let's go."

Luo Qingchuan quickly transmitted his voice.

There are only two of them; they'll definitely be at a disadvantage if they fight.

"Luo Shisan, I never thought this day would come for you, did I?"

Luo Shisi continued, her voice full of mockery and contempt, as if she were laughing at a fallen phoenix.

"Shut up!" Luo Shisan shouted coldly.

next moment!

A burst of intense sword light suddenly rose in the courtyard, like a dazzling bolt of lightning piercing the darkness.

The sword light stirred up a blizzard, slashing towards Luo Shisi with overwhelming force.

This sword strike is characterized by its speed, so fast that its trajectory is almost impossible to track.