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Chapter 134: Three Lives and Three Worlds Peach Blossoms 3

As the noise and laughter of dinner faded away, the night gently soothed Kunlun Ruins, and the faint fragrance of agarwood and white wax floated in the quiet night sky. Mo Yuan stood in the yard outside the screen, slightly closing his eyes, as if searching for or listening to something.

When Chu Huan came out holding the tea that was slightly cooled by the wind, she saw Mo Yuan with his back to the moonlight. His figure suddenly looked even more lonely, like a lone star in the abyss.

"Mo Yuan?" she called softly.

Mo Yuan turned around with a gentle smile on his face, but Chu Huan saw the deep melancholy hidden in this smile, "Huan Huan, you are here."

"This tea is freshly brewed and is still a little hot," Chu Huan walked over and handed the tea to Mo Yuan.

"Huanhuan, I will go into seclusion in seven days."

Chu Hua was hit by this sudden news and her brain was a little confused.

Yes, the Wing Clan has been eyeing them covetously over the years, and the Wing King Qingcang has Mo Yuan’s Donghuang Bell in his hands, which is a magical weapon that can destroy the world.

This thing was created by Mo Yuan, so he naturally knew its vital point, but...

"Do you have anything else to tell me before you go into seclusion?" Chu Hua raised her eyes and looked at Mo Yuan, her eyes filled with reluctance and worry that could not be concealed.

Mo Yuan turned around and caught the emotion in Chu Hua's eyes. His heart softened involuntarily and he reached out to embrace that tiny body.

"Hanhuan, you don't have to worry about my retreat."

Chu Huan leaned on Mo Yuan's chest, listening to his firm yet gentle words, her heart gradually relaxed.

"Okay, I'll be faithful to you. I'll miss you every day!" He deliberately added a hint of playfulness in his tone, trying to ease their reluctance to part.

Mo Yuan smiled, bent down and kissed Chu Hua's forehead. This moment seemed to last forever.

"I am the same..."

At night, Chu Huan sat on the bed, counting the days. It might be thousands or even tens of thousands of years before she could see Mo Yuan again.

She was well aware of the importance of this retreat, and she couldn't stop Mo Yuan.

"Hwanwan." Mo Yuan's voice interrupted her thoughts, gentle and powerful.

Chu Huan turned around and saw Mo Yuan wearing a loose robe, standing by the gauze window, looking at her with deep and firm eyes.

"Tomorrow, I will leave you a cultivation method, which is specially prepared for the Sky Fox Clan. Although I cannot be with you during the retreat, you can continue to practice with this method. When I come out of retreat, you will definitely have new changes."

Chu Hua nodded. She put away the uneasiness in her heart and replaced it with strength. "I will practice well and wait for you."

Mo Yuan smiled softly, walked up to Chu Hua, and gently held her in his arms. "I believe you."

As the two like-minded people embraced silently in the middle of the night, the feelings between them seemed to become even deeper.

At daybreak, Mo Yuan and Chu Hua walked side by side towards the cave where they were in seclusion.

The morning at Kunlun Ruins was still beautiful, with the sound of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers interweaving together, but for Chu Huan, hidden behind the beautiful scenery was the longing and reluctance that kept coming to her.

Mo Yuan stood at the entrance of the cave and looked back at Chu Huan behind him, "Huan Huan, I will miss you during my retreat."

Chu Hua's eyes were filled with tears, but she tried to smile, "Me too, Mo Yuan, I'll be waiting for you."

Mo Yuan reached out and gently stroked Chu Hua's face, then slowly stepped into the cave and set up the fairy barrier.

In the early morning when Mo Yuan was in seclusion, the birdsong and flowers of Kunlun Ruins were as brilliant as ever, but Chu Huan's heart seemed to have lost all its luster.

She tried her best to appear strong, smiling and waving goodbye, but when Mo Yuan's figure disappeared behind the fairy barrier, her heart sank instantly.

Chu Hua stood outside the cave entrance, refusing to leave for a long time, staring at the entrance hidden by immortal power, as if trying to reach Mo Yuan through the thin barrier.

Finally, the uncontrollable emotions overflowed like a river bursting its banks. She buried her face in her palms, tears falling quietly, each drop of which contained a deep longing for Mo Yuan.

Walking back to her room, Chu Hua tried her best not to think about that figure.

She opened the window, letting fresh air in, trying to use the refreshing mountain breeze to dispel the heaviness in her heart.

However, no matter what, that deep feeling of uneasiness seems to be rooted in my heart and cannot be erased.

That night, Chu Hua sat alone by the bed, the moonlight outside the window was like mercury, bright and cold. She took out the cultivation method that Mo Yuan prepared for her, staring at the obscure text, every word and every sentence seemed to carry the breath of Mo Yuan.

Her fingertips slid lightly across the paper, and the touch gave her a sense of comfort.

So, she began to study and put all her thoughts into cultivation. Only in this way could she temporarily forget those thoughts.

It was late at night, and the other disciples of Kunlun Ruins had all fallen asleep, only Chu Hua's lamp was still lit.

She closed her eyes and chanted the spells silently, and the special magical power of the celestial fox began to flow quietly from her body.

Although she tried hard to concentrate, her deepest thought was still Mo Yuan's strong yet tender figure.

Time passed, and in the following days, Chu Hua put all her energy into cultivation.

Although she practiced hard, ten thousand years was like a sea of ​​changes for Chu Hua. The long wait almost wore out all her patience and confidence.

Especially in the last thousand years when Mo Yuan was in seclusion, Chu Hua sat by the window almost every day, gazing at the starry sky that they once admired together, with endless longing for Mo Yuan.

On this day, Mo Yuan's immortal barrier suddenly emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the entire Kunlun Ruins.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of the bell at Kunlun Ruins resounded throughout the world, heralding the emergence of the God of War.

Chu Huan was awakened from her thoughts by the sudden light, and she stumbled towards the cave.

The fairy barrier began to gradually become transparent, and she stared at it closely, not daring to miss a moment.

Finally, a figure walked out steadily from the light.

Compared to before his retreat, Mo Yuan's aura was even more unfathomable, but the smile on his face was as warm as ever.

"Huanhuan, I'm out." Mo Yuan's voice was filled with genuine joy.

Chu Huan stood there, her eyes moist, but she couldn't hide her excitement, "Mo Yuan, you... are out of seclusion."

Her voice was choked with emotion and confusion.

"Yes, I'm out..." Mo Yuan couldn't hide the pride in his tone.

Chu Huan walked forward and observed Mo Yuan closely. The aura he exuded made her feel both familiar and distant.

Mo Yuan reached out and gently wiped away the tears on Chu Hua's cheek, then held her in his arms.

"You've suffered these ten thousand years." His voice was filled with pity.

"You too, Mo Yuan." Chu Hua responded with a smile, "I'll be waiting for you, always."

"Hwanhan, I have a gift for you..."

"what gift?"

Mo Yuan took out a magical weapon surrounded by rosy clouds from the void. It was a Kunlun fan made of light jade and exquisitely carved.