Long Moshen wanted to take his hand back, but Wushuang grabbed it and clasped his fingers tightly.

"Don't move, uncle, stop pretending, we are all old husbands and wives. Do you think you are cold to me and I will leave you?

Don't even think about it!"

Wushuang said with a humming voice.

Her eyes were a little red, and although there was a smile on her face, crystal tears were still hanging on her face.

Long Moshen frowned, reached out with his other hand and wiped her tears.

Wushuang threw himself into his arms with a greed and held it tightly.

She heard her man sigh, his voice as if it was non-existent.

"Shuang'er..." It took a long time since I heard him call him so gentle. Her eyes turned red in an instant, and she sniffed and said, "Uncle, husband, you have to practice hard. No matter what the result is, at least we have done our best."

"good."

Long Moshen had a lot to say, but in the end it only turned into the word "good".

In fact, they all know that things are not optimistic.

Long Moshen has practiced the skills on the bamboo fan. Although he has not achieved great success, he has also practiced it. His cultivation level has increased rapidly, but everyone can feel his colder eyes every day.

That was not something that was pretended. Even the ancestors of the Mo family felt that Long Moshen's ruthless Tao was becoming more and more exquisite, but people were becoming more and more cold-blooded and ruthless.

Only when facing Wushuang can he remain rational in his heart.

So they all felt that when Long Mo Shen Wurong Tao truly achieved success, it would be the time to backfire.

At that time, I am afraid... in the days to come, no matter what Long Moshen does, Wushuang will pester him and get together with him, talking and laughing every day, and having a bright smile.

Since the remaining time is limited, why not spend the rest of your life happily?

She cherishes every minute and every second she is with him, feeling that time is not enough, why does it pass so quickly every day?

"Now, there is only one plan."

On this day, the ancestor of the Mo family said to Wushuang.

"You said."

Wushuang vaguely guessed something.

"If you want to lose your memory and forget about you and your children, maybe all four of you still have a glimmer of hope.

I said maybe, but I can’t be sure.”

The ancestor of the Mo family said.

The ruthless Tao backfire is a backfire for the person he loves, but if he has no memory and cannot remember who he has loved, then he may not have backfire?

Wushuang shook his head, "How can the way of heaven be so easy to fool.

What's more, I don't want him to forget me and our children."

She had long thought about the possibility of this and had also told the emperor's uncle.

But they are unwilling to remove the beautiful memories in their minds. Without memories, they live coldly, like a walking corpse. What's the point?

Long Moshen would rather die than erase his memory.

The ancestors of the Mo family stopped talking.

Soon, half a month passed.

They have reached the periphery of the Endless Sea, and it will not take long to drive out of the Endless Sea and return to the city of Wujijie.

These days, they were not moving fast. They hunted many high-level dark creatures along the way. Almost every storage ring was filled with it, and a lot of them were stocked in Wushuang's space, leaving them for the little phoenix nine-headed birds and their food.

Needless to say, the ancestors of the Mo family sometimes leave for a while and teleport to a faraway place to capture dark creatures. It is estimated that he has hoarded more than Wushuang.

"You can't leave anymore, he's about to succeed. You need to break up."

The ancestor of the Mo family asked the ship to stop and said to Wushuang.

Long Moshen was sitting on the boat meditating, his eyes closed, but layers of cold frost were lingering around him, and waves of evil aura came from the God-Slaying Sword beside him.

Wushuang took a deep breath and nodded.

The ship arrived at the nearest island and stopped.

Wushuang suddenly took out the wordless picture, pointed to an island that was looming in the distance and said, "There should be treasures hidden there. Ancestor, you should take them to search for treasures."

On the map, a yellow light is lit up very close to the red dot, which is the direction Wushuang pointed.

"Okay, let's go and have a look."

The ancestor of the Mo family nodded and took away all the nine-headed birds that he did not want to leave.

Let's leave it here for the couple.

Long Moshen is still practicing, and at this time he has reached the state of no external objects in his mind, and cannot feel what is happening outside.

Wushuang waited with her chin and looked at his eyebrows reluctantly.

Even though her eyes were closed and as cold as ice, her emperor uncle was still as handsome as ever, and no one in the world could defeat her. At the time, his handsome face was often fascinated by her.

If she had the chance to do it again, she would have pestered him and pestered him when she saw the emperor's uncle, and would never be as close to him as soon as she saw him.

When I remembered the incident in the Jiuxiao Continent, Wushuang felt like she was a different life. In fact, at that time, fate tied them together.

But why is it so unfair that they are now separated?

As she thought about it, there were scenes of sweet moments of being with the emperor's uncle, some of them in the Jiuxiao Continent, some of them in the Cangming Continent, some of them in the fairy world, the underworld, and the previous life, where they knew each other and fell in love.

They have experienced a lot, and she can be content with Wushuang’s thoughts.

In order not to hurt himself and his children, the emperor's uncle would definitely choose to commit suicide, so she would accompany him.

Perhaps, she had already made this plan when she knew that the emperor wanted to practice the ruthless Taoism.

At this moment, Long Moshen's aura suddenly rose inch by inch, and the dark green sword suddenly came out of the sheath. He stretched out his hand and the sword fell steadily into his big hand.

Swish! A sword was drawn out! The sky collapsed and the earth was rippled, the sea water surged, and the thick mist was scattered by this sword! What a terrifying sword, just from the sword intent, you can feel the extremely cold and indifferent murderous intent! Is this the sword that Wuruthless Dao accomplished?

At this time, Long Moshen looked at Wushuang.

It was the purple eyes that were not filled with emotion, but after seeing Wushuang, it slowly melted the frost.

"Shuang'er."

Wushuang's eyes widened.

"The great way is ruthless, I have my own feelings, the great way is simple, and there is also feelings without mercy."

Long Moshen said slowly.

He threw down the evil sword in his hand, stretched out his hands towards Wushuang, and opened his arms.

Wushuang cried with joy and did not move for a long time.

Long Moshen walked towards her step by step and hugged her into his arms.

"I have realized that Shuang'er, the ruthless Tao is also the path of sentient beings. There is no need to cut off the root of love and close the six consciousnesses. People with sentient beings are the path of sentient beings. I have a love in my heart, and the way of heaven cannot retaliate against anyone."

"Okay, so good, uncle, I... am so excited."

Wushuang cried like a tearful person, crying and laughing.

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Chapter completed!