After the time travel, my cheat program disappeared.

"Nothing is more important than bringing you back."

The teacher's words were indeed true.

Even if one cannot become a demon beyond the heavens, or achieve the state of separation from hatred.

If it were just a matter of letting her give up all her cultivation to save Jun Qianrou, Shi Yan would absolutely not hesitate.

Actually, it's not just Jun Qianrou.

Whether it's Xia Xia, Wen Ruya, Shi Jiuzhou... any of the girls around Shi Yan, if they encounter danger.

If he only used up all his cultivation, he could bring her back.

Shi Yan would absolutely not hesitate.

She's wicked, despicable... but when it comes to giving her all, she'll never hesitate.

"At that time, Qianrou could no longer see the world..." Recalling the inorganic look in the girl's eyes before climbing the snow peak... even Shiyan felt a little uneasy.

The teacher pulled the girl's legs even tighter.

“Even if I come right up to Qianrou, she won’t be able to see me.”

Jun Qianrou remained silent.

The "Demon Lord of a Lifetime" is indeed beyond her control.

"So I thought..."

"If I could awaken the earliest memories in Qianrou's heart, would things be a little better for my memory?"

Since Loulan, when he transformed into the "Demon Lord of the First Life," was able to accurately retain his physical memory to leave Yaotai with a wound.

Then... as a continuation of the Three Corpses of Loulan.

Moreover... Jun Qianrou, who is a descendant of Yin Xie's corpse, can definitely do it too.

On the snow-capped peaks.

Shi Yan has maximized the attributes of "stunning beauty" and "femme fatale," and is doing her best to play the role of Shi Yan in Jun Qianrou's memory of their first meeting.

Or rather—

That was the teacher's words that Jun Qianrou longed for at that time.

A red dress fluttered in the breeze, adorned with a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe.

Even the Demon Lord couldn't control himself and wanted to pounce on Shi Yan in the snow.

Let alone the Demon Lord.

Shi Yan even felt that... even if it was the law of nature, she would dare to try and provoke it.

"I'm...sorry..."

Sobbing sounds filled the air, and warm, wet tears slowly soaked through Shi Yan's shoulder. "Yes..."

"It's my fault..."

"Oh dear, what does this have to do with Qianrou?" Shi Yan couldn't stand seeing girls cry. "Don't cry, don't cry..."

My lips were already so dry they were almost cracked.

"Quick, quick... stop crying."

In a flurry of activity, Shi Yan tried to stop the girl's tears.

But the tears flowed even more profusely than before, as if a faucet had been broken, and there was no way to stop them.

Jun Qianrou is truly a person as pure as water.

Shi Yan had no choice but to resort to his ultimate move.

He changed the girl's position to a princess carry, lowered his head and gently kissed her, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Jun Qianrou gripped Shi Yan's small hand tightly, never wanting to let go.

Beyond the mortal world, within the realm of death.

The mist surrounding "The Demon Lord of One Lifetime" in the mortal world dissipated, and even Destiny was forced to eat a mouthful of dog food, watch a grand drama, and brush up on his knowledge.

She looked at the pure-colored mandala in front of her, which was biting its handkerchief with an itchy teeth.

I felt that it was best not to provoke her at this time.

Unlike the pure and unassuming person who has fallen into the mortal world.

The guy in front of me... is the real person from the Outer Heaven.

It is on par with the principles of Heaven, no... it is even a tiny bit higher.

"I always feel that my future is fraught with difficulties."

"Should we brush up on our cuteness techniques first?"

"but……"

"Even Forend doesn't have his own scenes."

"They've been forgotten, haven't they—"

"They've definitely been forgotten."

"They've been put on the spot, haven't they!"

"Including..."

"And this guy next to me."

"Let's just forget about it too!"

"hateful!"

"That must be true!"

In my dreams, I'll finally get my revenge, right?

I had a dream that was a little too long.

In my dream... my sister was a wicked... even excessively wicked person.

He always manages to unintentionally win the hearts of countless girls.

She had already begged and pleaded with her older sister not to bring any more new sisters home.

As a result... he always manages to bring home a new younger sister, a new sword spirit sister, or even... someone else's bride.

Can--

What can we do then?

An older sister is an older sister.

Xiaxia is always the one who has no choice in front of her older sister.

Her fingertips trembled slightly as the girl, huddled in the blankets, gently exhaled a lovely puff of white mist.

Perhaps it's because I just took a shower.

A girl's rosy cheeks and soft, tender skin make you want to kiss her.

I haven't had time to change my clothes yet.

Beneath her slender neck, a glimpse of fair skin gently rippled.

Unfortunately... the blankets wrapped her up very well, binding the girl tightly, like a butterfly about to emerge from its chrysalis.

The collarbones are not visible; only a slight outline of the neck can be seen.

Her slightly curled eyelashes trembled gently as the girl opened her eyes.

She looked at everything in front of her with a blank expression.

A ray of warm sunlight shone through the window, casting several golden diagonal lines into the room.

It looks beautiful.

It's like a scene that only appears in a scroll painting.

But... the first thing that came to the girl's mind was the "Tyndall effect".

In fact, even she herself didn't understand what the "Tyndall effect" was.

All I knew was that my sister had told me that the light that seemed to be visible was divided into many lines, a vast expanse of… the magnificent pathways of light, which was the “Tyndall effect.”

Speaking of which... the girl, her hands tightly gripping the blankets, looked around the completely unfamiliar room in front of her.

"Someone I don't know..."

"ceiling."

Where is my sister?

The dream was too real, while the world before my eyes was too fantastical and abrupt.

A room I've never seen before.

Furniture I've never seen before.

If it weren't for the faint scent of her sister's hair wafting through the blankets tightly wrapped around her, Xiaxia would definitely have been on high alert, ready to scream for help.

With a slight attempt, the girl tried to struggle free from the confinement of the blankets.

But the girl was packed very well.

The cold air from outside further intensified the seal.

In addition... that feeling that seemed to slowly spread from your fingertips, like the sensation after being struck by lightning.

After struggling for a few moments, Xiaxia completely gave up resisting.

But... as the girl slowly regained consciousness from the pressure of the arm on her chest, she figured out something else.

The self, sealed within the bedding, seemed... completely naked.

It's not a rare thing.