He took me back to that room, which was the room I was most familiar with now, not to mention once in a dream, even if I stayed there for a day, it would be enough for me to be familiar with it.

As soon as I entered, Ming Jiu threw me onto the bed and instantly pressed down on me. My hand hit the edge of the bed, an indescribable pain.

The Netherworld Nine Void pressed down on me, and with a pale face, he said without any ripples, "This king wants to have a relationship with you."

My hand trembled and I blurted out, "I don't agree."

"If you don't agree, then you have to agree. If you are shy, this king can tell you that you and this king have interacted countless times in the past." Ming Jiu clasped his fingers together and grabbed my hand even more tightly, "If you don't agree, then you have to agree. If you are shy, this king can tell you."

I was shy when he said that. Although I, Mu Yi, am already twenty-four years old this year, I am still an old maid. I have never been close to a man before. He suddenly told me this. For me, there is no limit.

But back then?

Seeing me like this, his blood-colored lips curled up and he laughed mockingly, "What, really shy? Back then, you were very open."

I was so embarrassed that I tried to pull my hand out, "Let go!"

"Not loose, you haven't had a bridal chamber with this king yet."

"I don't want to marry you!" I cried.

"You don't want to? You were born with me, so you have to be willing even if you don't want to!" With that, I lowered my head and pressed down on my lips. I couldn't use my hands, so I could only let him attack the city and make no sound.

His breathing gradually quickened and he was gasping for breath, but he didn't let me go. I could only let him be impudent, and at the same time, I had to resist being provoked by him and respond to him.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally loosened his grip. His cold lips were dyed a little warmer, and he seemed to be reluctant to part with us. No matter what, he didn't move. I wanted to speak, but speaking in such a posture made it hard for me to say it out loud.

"Pa, pa, pa, pa!" A crisp applause came from behind. Ming Jiu instantly stood up. I used my hand to support myself and looked over.

There was only a black mist there. I remembered that Ming Jiu was also looking at this black mist today, and he wasn't very happy at all.

The black mist was like black ink that couldn't be fainted, and it could only vaguely see the outline of a shape.

Standing in front of it, Ming Jiu only saw his broad and cold back.

"Ghost King is so excited," the black fog said in an unpleasant voice.

The cold air around Ming Jiu intensified, "What? Does Lord Hell King want to interfere in this king's affairs?"

I wonder, Underworld King? Another great god?

"Don't call me Hell King again. I lost to you back then, and you are the king of the Underworld. I am willing to lose, but I wonder if the Ghost King won without any guilt." His voice was calm, as if nothing really happened.

Mingjiu snorted coldly, "Why should I feel guilty?"

"It was only after I lost to you that I realized that the Ghost King's strength was not real." It provoked Ming Jiu, but I felt a gaze coming towards me.

"It's really unreal. Just try it and you'll know." Needless to say, Ming Jiu rushed towards him, wanting to grab it, but he actually grabbed it empty-handed!

This surprised me incomparably! Mingjiu, a dignified Ghost King! He actually missed!

"There's no need for the Ghost King to be afraid of me. I'm just an illusion now. I can't harm you."

Then she heard him say, "I'm only here for the Ghost Princess."

I was shocked. What are you looking for me for? It's not that I'm arrogant enough to take over the title of Ghost Princess, it's just that he's really here to find me.

I saw that Ming Jiu seemed to be frowning, looking a little impatient.

"Heh, don't worry, Ghost King." After he finished speaking, he arrived at the bedside at an unknown time. That black fog was extremely close to me, and I still could only see that black fog.

Ming Jiu watched from a distance, but he didn't stop him. His eyes were ice-cold.

"Ghost Princess, do you still remember the years when the Ghost King dug out your heart and let your child die before it was born? Do you have any resentment in your heart?"

I was stunned. Suddenly, my mind twitched in pain. Some scenes kept appearing. It was as if some fragments of my memories were about to return. The black mist in front of me became distorted. No matter how hard I looked, I didn't want to see it clearly. That scene kept coming back to my mind. Ming Jiu dug out my heart. He said he loved me! The child in my stomach is only a little older, but I can almost hear the child's shrill cries!

With a splitting headache, I couldn't help but smash my head on the edge of the bed. The jade bracelet in my hand glowed with green light.

Many memories kept pouring in, like the world I had never come into contact with. Those memories were too far away for me, too strange.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain gradually disappeared, and I only remember those memories of a young girl deeply in love with a youth, her affectionate eyes have been watching him, she gave her all for him, even her and his children.

The pain in her mind slowly stopped. It was very strange. That girl was me from my previous life. She suffered from the pain of losing her son and digging her heart out. She actually didn't have the slightest bit of resentment in her heart. Even those memories and emotions were in his heart, but he didn't feel any hatred or regret at all.

I raised my eyes and slowed down slightly. The black mist was still in front of me. I couldn't help but look at Ming Jiu, and a surge of emotion surged in my heart, almost about to cry.

The boy that the girl loved deeply in her memories had become like this. He was still indifferent, still … greedy …

Mingjiu looked at me without any emotion in his eyes. He said coldly, "You're back."

I nodded, as if everything had returned to two thousand years ago, familiar and unfamiliar.

He stood up, got up from the bed, and faced the black mist in the same tone as Ming Jiu, "You go."

The Underworld King did not say anything and instantly disappeared. Somehow, his words echoed in my mind, "Do you have any resentment in your heart?"

And my answer, unchanged for a thousand years, has never been resentful.

Even if he had taken my heart away before, even if he had destroyed our child, I have never hated him. All of this is my own doing. I love him, so he is not at fault.

However, he was afraid that he would have to take care of himself in the future.

Ming Jiu's expression became even colder, and his eyes looked like ice when he looked at me.

I wanted to laugh at him, but I didn't know how desolate my laughter was.

"Since you're back, I won't say anything else. The Corpse King's heart is with you. Only by joining hands with me can I obtain that heart." What he said was reasonable.

If I were still the girl of my memories, I would definitely agree to him without hesitation, and I would even be very happy.

But now, I am Mu Yi. Even if that girl has the same name as me, and even if she is me, I am different. I don't want to love him anymore. I am too tired. I am really too tired. And this was my last wish back then.

I said, "Ah Jiu, I don't want to."

Ming Jiu frowned, somewhat disbelieving. There was more doubt in his eyes, as if I had rejected something that should have been justified.