I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

An Ruqi lay on the bed and closed her eyes, "What's the point? You have betrayed your vows and our marriage. What's more, it won't matter if you change it. I can't practice to a high level and will still grow old in a few years. Don't you Are you going to let me go through the pain I am experiencing now again?”

Emil was silent for a while, then lowered his head to cover her with the blanket.

"Good night."

The bedroom door creaked shut, isolating the entire room of depression.

Emil returned to his workshop. Seeing that the white dress on the dressing table was a bit dazzling, he put everything away impatiently.

No matter how strong the emotion is, it cannot withstand the erosion of time. It is difficult for two people to walk at different paces and reach the end together.

This is a pity and a reality.

He loved An Ruqi and tried hard to keep his vows, but in the end it was difficult to restrain his selfish desires.

If there is too much betrayal, one's temperament will become indifferent. The longer he lives, the more he feels that having enough status and material things is the real happiness of the immortal.

Everything else will gradually move away from you, just like your aging wife and fading love.

But no matter what, An Ruqi is an important past in his life.

He now has the ability to retain this memory, so whether she wants it or not, he will prepare a suitable body for her to change her soul...

"It's been so long...are you willing to give up?"

Anjuli, who was lying on the sofa, snorted dissatisfiedly when she saw Emil finally returned to the living room.

Emil walked to the sofa calmly and picked the person up, "I found Bokojie's relics. I'm going to Pangze. If you're okay, go back."

Anruli hugged his waist and refused: "No, I want to go to Pangze with you. It's been a long time since I went to the dungeon."

"Aren't you busy with An Ruxin's entry into the palace recently?" Emil said.

An Ruli glanced lightly, "His Majesty is still undecided...and that girl has been acting weird recently...not as active as before."

"On the day of the ball, I thought she would stand out, but in the end, Tasril only kept a woman who was not well-known in the circle of noble ladies."

Emil asked: "Why? Very beautiful?"

An Ruli said angrily: "Isn't my daughter beautiful? No matter in terms of temperament, figure or charm, that girl can't compare to my Xinxin. As a result, Taslier still treated her as a treasure and made the woman a maid from that day on. Stay in the dormitory all the time."

"I even took a special look. The woman looked like a little family, and her face was pretty obvious."

Emil laughed, "You should be happy, she didn't occupy the concubine's position."

"Oh, identity is not as important as capturing the other person's heart. Even if you are a noble concubine, you will still suffer if there is no female official who favors you."

After saying that, An Ruli looked at Emil with a smile and put her hand into his shirt...

Emil knew that she was metaphorizing herself and An Ruqi, so he slightly raised the corners of his lips, "You know I love you, so be good, don't go too far, and don't come here again in the future."

An Ruli was slightly startled, with a hint of grievance on her face.

She put her face against Emil's chest and said softly: "If it weren't for seeing you, I wouldn't want to run here. I just miss you so much."

While talking, her hand slowly moved on Emil's body, and soon the atmosphere between the two became ambiguous...

Emil took a deep breath and held down An Ruli's restless hand, "I told you not to be here."

An Ruli's eyes were as charming as silk, and she said with a sweet smile: "Then let's change places."

"..."

After that, the two left the house, and the enthusiastic An Ruli in the carriage finally got Emil to agree to take her to Pangze.

After arriving in Ponze, Emil learned about Bokojie's relics.

Recently, Bokojie's things have been circulating on the market. The medicine he gave Tasril before was found in the barter market in the underground city.

Unfortunately, there was only a small box and the whereabouts of the other medicines were unknown.

The barter also bought the medicine on the black market from outside. He had given someone a Sanling Pill that he thought was far more effective than ordinary medicine, so he thought of using it to go to the dungeon to exchange for something he wanted.

This time, Bokojie's men found a large number of Bokojie's clothing and shoes in the flea market. They asked wolf dogs to identify the scent, and they found that they were indeed Bokojie's reserves.

The wolfdog led them around Pangze for several days, and found many items belonging to Baron Poker in different markets, but in the end the dogs would still return to the alley where Pokerjie disappeared...

"Do you think the baron has been sprinkled with corpse water?"

"What the hell are you talking about! There are so many ways to shield the aura."

"But it's hard to say since the storage ring was taken off..."

"You really want the boss to die!"

"I'm just making a reasonable guess. Don't spit on others!"

Seeing Bokojie's two men quarreling, Emil kicked them out with a cold face.

Anjuli lay on his desk drawing pictures.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, she lowered her head and continued drawing the pattern of the women's coat she designed this fall.

She could neither intervene nor come up with any feasible solutions, so it was better to remain silent.

After a while, Emil finished handling the things that needed his confirmation in the dungeon and walked to the desk to watch Anjuli draw pictures.

"New fall/winter collection? Looks warm and pretty."

Anjuli supported her head and smiled at him, "I designed it to be naturally beautiful."

Emil hummed and looked at her with a somewhat complicated look.

The world only knows that Anjuli is beautiful, sexy, bohemian, and a socialite who likes to have fun in the aristocratic social circle.

But in fact those are just superficial things...

The real Anjuli is cold, self-centered and smart.

In the past, Emir got close to Anjuli because she looked like Anruqi when she was young.

He originally wanted to use her as a backup body for Anruqi to transfer his soul, but after he successfully advanced to the next level, Anruqi refused to transfer his soul, and his view of Anruli also changed.

She is no longer just an object of pleasure, but a good partner, someone who makes him happy...

Looking at it this way, An Ruqi was right, he had indeed betrayed, both physically and mentally.

Emil lowered his eyelids, his purple-blue eyes filled with self-deprecation and bitterness.

Anruli raised her slender eyebrows and asked gently: "Tired? Come with me to relax. Let's go watch a fight? Watch the flower girl dance."

After speaking, she swiped her hand across the table and put away the drawings and colored pens.

Emil smiled slightly and said, "Yes, but the best way to relax is to listen to you beg for mercy."

"Bad guy!" An Ruli snorted, "Didn't I just..."

Before she finished speaking, Emil picked her up from behind and pressed her on the table.

"You said it was before."

The gorgeous skirt covered up the surging madness, and An Ruli's breathing resounded in the room. Finally, Emil got his wish and heard her begging for mercy.

Perhaps, that was also his plea for mercy.

But no matter how they beg, they will not be forgiven. Many mistakes cannot be turned back and made up for...

As the light and shadow swayed, Emil seemed to see the painting hanging in the bedroom. On the picture, An Ruqi's beautiful face gradually aged and became distorted, and her love was replaced by hatred.

The white holy dress was broken into pieces like rags, leaving only the smooth and white body.