Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Is there something wrong?” Mo Xiuyao looked at Song Zhi.

She blinked and said, “The people of my hometown has the habit of keeping watch for the New Year.”

“No.” Mo Xiuyao closed his eyes again.

“We still have to eat the New Year’s Eve dinner.” Song Zhi suddenly added.

Mo Xiuyao opened his eyes, and Song Zhi said with a sincere expression, “I’ve already prepared eight dishes. Since we’re not allowed to set off firecrackers, we should at least have a meal together.”

Ten minutes later, a small table by the stream appeared in front of Mo Xiuyao’s tent. It was filled with delicious-looking dishes. Song Zhi poured two glasses of fruit wine and clinked glasses with Mo Xiuyao with a smile. “Happy New Year.”

Mo Xiuyao glanced at her and said, “You’re that happy?”

It was only New Year’s Eve, and there was one every year. It would be too troublesome if he had to spend so much effort every New Year.

“I wasn’t this happy before, but it’s different this year,” Song Zhi knew what Mo Xiuyao was thinking and answered with a smile.

“What’s the difference?” Mo Xiuyao was puzzled.

‘Because I’ve experienced life and death this year, and I suddenly understand the true meaning of life,’ Song Zhi thought to herself.

However, when she raised her head and met Mo Xiuyao’s eyes, she said, “Because I met you this year.”

After drinking, her voice was sweet and soft, like a spring breeze blowing. At this moment, the sky above the Demon’s Note Valley suddenly exploded with fireworks, and it was as bright as day.

Song Zhi exclaimed and her smile became even brighter. Mo Xiuyao looked at her in a daze and suddenly felt an itch in his throat. He looked at Song Zhi and suddenly asked, “Do you want to cultivate?”

Song Zhi was shocked when she heard the Demon Lord asking if she wanted to cultivate. Although she did not know what kind of medicine he had taken, she definitely would not reject a free gift. Thus, she nodded her head like pounding garlic!

Actually, Mo Xiuyao regretted it the moment he asked this question. But when he saw Song Zhi’s silly look, he smiled. “Then come.”

After he finished speaking, he took the initiative to sit on the bed and leaned on the pillow.

Song Zhi looked at the tomb-shaped tent in front of her and wanted to say that they should go to her place. However, when she met Mo Xiuyao’s gaze, she tactfully did not speak.

It was New Year’s Eve and the weather was cold. Even the fireworks above could not add a touch of warmth to the Demon’s Note Valley. When Song Zhi sat on it, she was only glad that she and Mo Xiuyao did not have to take off their clothes in such cold weather.

“Focus.” Mo Xiuyao saw Song Zhi’s dazed eyes and did not know what she was thinking. He suddenly felt displeased. Song Zhi snapped back to her senses and was caught off guard as she looked into Mo Xiuyao’s long and narrow eyes.

Previously, when he was cultivating in Song Zhi’s tent, his surroundings were always dark. Even if the moonlight occasionally shone in from the window, it was hard to see anything clearly. However, it was different now. The crown of the tree did not cover this side of the sky, let alone the colorful fireworks in the sky. In this way, the tent was as bright as day. She could clearly see Mo Xiuyao’s eyebrows, the blue veins on his forehead, his tightly pursed thin lips. She could see his slightly messy lapels and the robe that was piled up at his waist. Song Zhi swallowed her saliva silently, and a strange sense of impatience and embarrassment gushed out of her.

The moonlight and the fireworks were bright. Mo Xiuyao could clearly see the redness in the corner of Song Zhi’s eyes. He and Song Zhi looked at each other and then turned away. This kind of cultivation method was really embarrassing. She did not know which Immoral author came up with this setting! Song Zhi wiped her tears and continued to be like a small boat on Mo Xiuyao’s body, rocking back and forth. After a long time, she sobbed and discussed with Mo Xiuyao, “Can you go quicker?”

Mo Xiuyao was silent for a while. After a while, Song Zhi wiped her tears and tried to control her shaking body, like a small boat on the sea that was about to break into pieces.

After a long time, it finally ended. Song Zhi’s legs trembled as she tried to stand up, but just as she lifted her knees, she knelt back down and fell into Mo Xiuyao’s arms. Mo Xiuyao paused and looked down at the person in his arms. Song Zhi was like a salted fish, not wanting to move at all. “I’ll have to trouble Sir Demon Lord to throw me onto the bed.”

“I’ll throw you on the ground.” Mo Xiuyao’s voice was still a little hoarse from the indulgence.

“Even if you throw me into the river, I won’t be able to move.” Song Zhi decided to go all out. She was so tired that she did not even want to lift her fingers. Her voice was also lazy. As she had cried before, she sounded like she was acting coquettishly. Mo Xiuyao stared at her for a long time and finally placed her on the bed. Song Zhi continued to lie in the same position as she did on the bed. She silently recited the cultivation technique in her heart and absorbed the Danyang into her body.