215: Let Mo Yao get pregnant with my child

Inside the Demon Hall, a faint demonic aura permeated the air.

Cao Nie looked at the coffin standing in the center of the great hall and walked towards it.

When he caught a glimpse of a corner of what was exposed in the coffin, he paused, and his steps quickened involuntarily.

Ding! A Heavenly Demoness, Mo Yao, with an overall rating of ninety-eight, has been discovered. Please make the following choice, Host:

Choice One: Suppress her now, immediately, right away. Reward: Time-Space Demonic Pagoda.

Choice Two: Exit the Demon Hall, spare her this once. Reward: Turtle Shrinking Divine Art.

Choice Three: Surrender at her feet. Reward: Simp Heart Sutra.

As he got closer, Cao Nie's gaze was instantly captivated by Mo Yao's appearance.

The coffin was not small; it was big enough for two people.

She lay quietly, her hands clasped over her abdomen, her figure looking exceptionally alluring.

Her long legs were very eye-catching, her skin was fair, her waist was slender, and her figure had distinct curves.

Her chest strained against her clothes, moving gently with her breathing. Even with her eyes closed, the enchanting aura about her could not be hidden.

Her red lips were like blood, making her appear both pure and seductive.

Even without any movement, she made one's heart race.

Cao Nie quietly swallowed.

This was what a rating of ninety-eight looked like?

He was certain that even someone uninterested would be moved upon seeing her.

After hearing the three choices given by the system, Cao Nie spoke softly: "Miss, I'm truly sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

"This is a system command, and as the Host, I am controlled by it. It's truly unavoidable."

"Don't worry, I, Cao, know how to act with discretion. I'll be gentle, and slow..."

Before he could finish, the system's voice rang in his mind, with barely contained anger: "Host, you're full of nonsense! You could very well choose two or three."

Cao Nie paused; this system was acting strange.

Before, it was always a cold, mechanical voice, but this time it had emotions. Could it have developed self-awareness?

It seemed like the last time it also had this emotional voice.

With doubt, he tentatively asked: "Old System, are you deliberately provoking me?"

Before the system could reply, Cao Nie answered himself: "Fine, I fall for reverse psychology. I choose one."

The hall fell silent; the system did not speak again.

Just as he was about to speak again, the system's voice finally sounded: "Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have obtained the Immortal Artifact, Time-Space Demonic Pagoda."

Note: The Time-Space Demonic Pagoda contains nine layers of space. Each layer has different functions and can manipulate a small range of time and space. The specific usage requires the Host to explore it personally...

Cao Nie didn't hear the subsequent notes at all. After confirming that the system truly had consciousness.

He shifted his attention to Mo Yao.

Suddenly, he glimpsed a fiery red flower clutched in Mo Yao's hand.

"What is this?" Cao Nie asked in his mind.

This is a Phoenix Flower, containing the pure power of Phoenix bloodline, it has...

Before the system could finish speaking, Cao Nie had already put away the Phoenix Flower, immediately climbed into the coffin, and began his business.

Midway, a clear, cool, yet somewhat bewildered female voice sounded in his ear.

"Who are you?"

Cao Nie abruptly looked down, only to see that Mo Yao had opened her eyes at some point, her large eyes full of confusion, staring at him unblinkingly.

Cao Nie felt extremely awkward, unsure whether to move or not.

Mo Yao seemed to sense something, her gaze shifted downwards, her brows furrowed slightly, and she asked in confusion: "What is this? It feels quite comfortable."

Cao Nie frowned. An ordinary woman would have drawn her sword and attacked him in this situation.

This woman was a bit strange.

He immediately used his Eye of Truth, and a line of text popped up before him:

Name: Mo Yao.

Cultivation: Immortal King.

"System, what realm is Immortal King? How strong is she?" Cao Nie's heart tightened, and he quickly pressed for answers.

Extremely strong. With the Host's current cultivation, she could blow you to death with a single breath.

Cao Nie was so scared that he took a few steps back, staring at Mo Yao with a look of surprise.

How could every woman he casually encountered easily kill him?

Summer Glaze, whom he had met before, was already strong enough, and now there was Mo Yao.

Seeing him retreat, Mo Yao's face showed a hint of bewilderment, and she subconsciously asked: "Why did you pull back?"

Cao Nie glanced at her, and his heart filled with joy; the other party was still a virgin.

He quickly checked the other party's information again; there were still a few lines that hadn't been fully displayed.

Name: Mo Yao.

Cultivation: Immortal King.

Race: Heavenly Demon Clan.

Identity: Daughter of the Time-Space Demonic Emperor.

Status: Sealed for 100,000 years, current strength comparable to a perfected Red Dust Immortal, memory blank.

After reading these lines, Cao Nie's eyes lit up.

Memory blank?

Doesn't that mean she's easy to trick?

He suddenly noticed the ring on Mo Yao's finger.

Isn't that the cosmos ring?

Could this Mo Yao be related to the Time-Space Immortal Emperor?

No, Time-Space Immortal Emperor, Time-Space Demonic Emperor.

Could this guy be like him, dabbling in both?

Cao Nie quickly dismissed the thought; never mind that, enjoying the present was the most important thing.

He then smiled and said: "We are husband and wife. Look, these are our engagement rings, exactly alike."

As he spoke, he reached out and took Mo Yao's left hand, bringing their rings together to compare: "Look, you have one too. This is our token of love."

Mo Yao sensed Cao Nie's impropriety and softly asked: "Husband and wife... is it supposed to be like this?"

Cao Nie nodded, his tone as gentle as possible: "Yes, husband and wife are supposed to be like this. And you must remember, from now on, you can only be like this with me, not with anyone else."

"If anyone forces you to be like this, don't hesitate, self-destruct immediately, understood?"

Mo Yao nodded as if understanding, yet not: "Understood."

Cao Nie then said: "Then call me 'husband' and let me hear it."

"Husband." Mo Yao didn't hesitate, speaking directly: "What is my name?"

"Your name is Mo Yao," Cao Nie immediately replied.

"Then why can't I remember anything at all?" Mo Yao's brows furrowed again, her eyes full of confusion.

"It's alright, you'll remember it later."

Cao Nie secretly wished she would never remember.

At least until he reached the Immortal King realm, he couldn't let her remember, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

An hour later.

Cao Nie lay sprawled beside Mo Yao, his chest rising and falling slightly, breathing heavily.

Why did he always get so exhausted doing this with women of higher cultivation?

He always felt as if all the yang energy in his body was being absorbed by the other party.

Just as he was catching his breath, Mo Yao's voice suddenly sounded: "Husband, are you very tired?"

Cao Nie quickly waved his hand, forcing himself to say: "No, I'm not tired, just catching my breath, this isn't tired."

"Oh." Mo Yao nodded innocently, a look of anticipation in her eyes, and asked again: "Then can you do it one more time? I feel... it's so much fun."

Cao Nie paused, looked at her deeply, and nodded: "Alright, then husband will accompany you one more time."

Another hour passed.

Cao Nie lay sprawled to the side, his forehead covered in sweat, breathing heavily.

"Husband, you're tired, aren't you?" Mo Yao stared at his face, her eyes full of confusion.

Cao Nie quickly held his breath, raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and forced a smile: "Not tired, it's just a bit hot, sweating is normal."

"But you've been panting and sweating so much." Mo Yao persisted, pressing the question.

Cao Nie patiently explained: "Panting and sweating isn't being tired. Not panting, not sweating, that's when you're truly tired."

Mo Yao nodded as if understanding, yet not: "Oh, I see. Then, husband, can you do it one more time?"

Upon hearing this, Cao Nie looked at Mo Yao strangely.

Is this woman too insatiable?

Even after being sealed for 100,000 years, she shouldn't be like this, right?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Yao blinked, her tone a bit confused: "Husband, can't you do it?"

"Who said I can't!" Cao Nie gritted his teeth, propped himself up: "Come on then, who's afraid of who?"