In Ritian Villa, Mo Jiuge was drying clothes in the courtyard.

Long hair as soft as a waterfall is casually tied up and fixed by an old hairpin.

The shirt and jeans are a little small in size, or the young woman's breasts and buttocks are a bit too plump, and her simple clothes cannot cover up her sexy figure.

Mo Jiuge stood on tiptoe and hung his clothes on the clothesline. His side face and sideburns were wet with water stains.

I have to say that although Mo Jiuge is older, her maturity and temperament will only add to her temperament.

After drying the clothes, Mo Jiuge wiped the sweat on his forehead and was about to return to the house, but saw a person standing on the roadside outside the courtyard.

"Ms. Mo."

Qin Hao greeted him politely.

Mo Jiuge narrowed his eyes, opened the courtyard door, leaned against the door frame of the iron door, and hugged his arms in front of his chest. The tight shirt buttons seemed to be unable to restrain some kind of surging power.

"What are you watching?"

"Ahem, nothing."

When Qin Hao stared at the abyss, the abyss was also staring at Qin Hao.

Mo Jiuge tied the buttons of the shirt and said calmly: "Last night, my son-in-law told me your origin. Are you really the devil king Qin Hao in another world?"

"Yes, it's like a fake one."

Qin Hao touched his nose and said with awkward smile.

Mo Jiuge nodded slightly, then asked, "My son-in-law also said that the same world cannot tolerate two demon kings. You do not belong here. What are your plans next?"

Qin Hao answered truthfully: "I have found a way to return to my own world."

"Then why are you still being stunned here? Go back quickly. Maybe Mo Jiuge from your world is still waiting for your son-in-law to come home."

"My world..."

Qin Hao wanted to speak but stopped, and was silent for a moment, but he was still telling the truth.

"In my world, Mo Jiuge is dead."

Mo Jiuge's expression was dull. Seeing Qin Hao's eyes moist, she recalled the moment when the man saw her yesterday, and she finally understood the reason.

"Sorry, I don't know how to comfort you, I..."

Mo Jiuge was at a loss. Looking at Qin Hao with moist eyes, she felt a little distressed.

Qin Hao forced a smile to his face and said deeply: "I once thought I would never see my mother-in-law in my life, so I could only talk to her in my dreams. But it seemed like God's favor, I met you in this world."

Mo Jiuge and Qin Hao looked at each other, and they seemed to be close, but in fact they were two worlds apart.

"Mother-in-law, please allow me to call you that. Actually, I have found a way to return to my own world, but before leaving, I still want to see you, so I'm here."

"Why?"

"Because I miss you so much."

Qin Hao's tears were rolling in his eyes. His nostalgia for this world was his reluctance to those who had passed away.

This is the dark world, the destination of the living person. Anyone that Qin Hao cannot meet in his own world can meet again here.

In fact, before coming to see Mo Jiuge, Qin Hao also met Long Jingye.

When Long Jingye learned that he had died in Qin Hao's world, he did not have much emotional fluctuation. Instead, he gently stroked Qin Hao's head and comforted him: "There are always some regrets in life that cannot be compensated. The real death is not to crush bones and ashes, but to be forgotten. If you have not forgotten me, then I am by your side."

Qin Hao held back his tears in front of Long Jingye, because the creed of Yanxia Navy is to shed blood, not to shed tears.

But when Qin Hao faced Mo Jiuge, his emotions accumulated to the limit, tears burst out from his eyes, and a forced smile was still hanging on the corner of his lips, trying to use the upward curve to cover the bottom line of his tears.

Mo Jiuge was moved and took out a tissue from his pocket, with gentle eyes, wiping Qin Hao's face full of tears.

"Mother-in-law, thank you."

"Since that's the case, I should also do something for the dead Mo Jiuge. For example, to embrace you on behalf of her."

Mo Jiuge opened his arms, hugged Qin Hao, a big one, into his arms, and pressed Qin Hao's head to his chest, rubbing the back of Qin Hao's head to show comfort.

Qin Hao's tears wet Mo Jiuge's clothes. He hugged Mo Jiuge's waist tightly. The tears glands were like an out-of-control sluice, and they were out of control.

No matter how long it has passed, Qin Hao remembers that the day when Mo Jiuge died was the day when he created the "Book of the Demon King".

The birth of the Demon King originated from the mother-in-law's sacrifice to heaven.

This incident was a thorn in Qin Hao's heart. He always attributed Mo Jiuge's death to himself.

When Qin Hao told Mo Jiuge in front of him, Mo Jiuge smiled relieved and his voice was very gentle.

"Silly boy, you should think so. Since my death makes you a demon king, then I am part of the demon king, so I have never left you, and I have always been by your side."

Mo Jiuge's words soothe Qin Hao's heart.

Qin Hao wiped away his tears and said to himself: "I finally understand the true meaning of what my father-in-law said."

"What sentence?"

"You don't understand even if you say it. Mother-in-law, I'm very happy to see you this time."

After Qin Hao said this, he hugged Mo Jiuge again, and then turned around and ran away.

Mo Jiuge looked at Qin Hao's back, looked confused and muttered: "This child is frivolous and furious, how could there be such a cynical demon king in another world?"

"But what I want to say is... Xiaohao, I'm very happy to see you this time."

Mo Jiuge smiled and murmured.

After meeting everyone he wanted to meet, Qin Hao fulfilled a thought and gradually put down the burden that had been accumulated in his heart.

Sunset and dusk, this is the time node when Qin Hao came to this world yesterday.

At this time yesterday, Qin Hao was confused and frustrated. Facing this familiar and unfamiliar world, he seemed at a loss.

Today is different from yesterday. Qin Hao's eyes flashed with firm eyes, and his strong face expressed a confident smile.

Qin Hao found the answer to all the doubts yesterday today.

Qinhuang Palace.

In the hall, the Fallen Demon King was handling the memorial when he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps approaching.

The Fallen Demon King raised his eyes, and his lazy eyes flashed with a ray of light.

Qin Hao walked into the hall and stood in front of the Fallen Demon King.

The two demon kings once again faced each other's tit-for-tat.

Qin Hao smiled and joked: "My devil, I haven't seen you for only one day, why are you so tired?"

The Fallen Demon King shook his head and smiled: "Are you mocking me just mocking yourself? Looking at your proud look, are you thinking of a way to return to your own world?"

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"Oh? I see the will to fight in your eyes."

"Yes, I'm here to fight you one-on-one. I'll pass this game with my life."

Qin Hao seemed to regard this showdown as a game, and all inspiration came from Shangguan Feiyu's teachings.

The Fallen Demon King slowly stood up, and a black divine pet ball appeared in his palm.

"You can't beat me because I have more power than you."

"Who says you must win when playing the game, just pass the level."

Qin Hao also took out his divine pet ball, his eyes burning with confidence that had never been so high.

Before we knew it, the Demon King had transformed.

In this world of living people, Qin Hao is carrying -99999% of his blood debt, and his soul and consciousness have been tempered and sublimated.
Chapter completed!