Lin Muci's lips were kissed until blood welled up. The corners of her eyes were red, like a snow bamboo adorned with an extremely alluring sunset glow. Her face was truly breathtaking, yet the young man before her looked down at her with a chilling gaze.
Then, his fingertips touched the blue and purple marks on her neck. He lowered his head and said,
"I will never forgive you!"
Demonic energy surged up layer by layer. She breathed in deeply, her eyes seeming to be veiled by a thin mist, looking as if she might cry at any moment. Weathered by wind and rain, he showed no trace of pity.
Behind her, a sturdy bed appeared at some unknown time!
And her body,
along with this demonic youth, tumbled onto the bed. The chains rattled noisily, and as she drew closer to him, she couldn't hear his heartbeat at all.
He was ice-cold, a chill that made one feel as if they were in an ice cave, causing her to involuntarily shiver. She raised her head dazedly, deep within her eyes, faint crimson bloodshot veins appearing.
Ling Qianhe still held her chin, pinching it bit by bit, and then leaned close to her face.
"Scared?"
She pursed her lips.
In this situation, she knew that whatever she said would be useless.
He would not spare her.
He would not forgive her sins. His palm pressed down fiercely on her body—he truly showed no mercy, his brows and eyes filled with an extreme, chilling ruthlessness. That hatred—it was terrifying.
Her whole body ached fiercely.
And he looked at her, letting out a contemptuous cold laugh.
"This is just the beginning."
...
He was right, this was just the beginning.
Even the little system found it eye-opening. A demon was a demon, unique—how could he, how could he have so many ways to torment people?
The host's face was as pale as paper, lying in the demon cave. If not for a faint breath, it would have almost thought the host had died, played to death by him.
Her eyes were vacant, so she simply closed them.
But even closing her eyes was useless. The man's presence was pervasive, giving her no room to breathe!
She could clearly feel his ruthlessness, his brutality; she could not forget it.
He refused to forgive her.
She didn't know how much time had passed—long enough that Ling Qianhe, that demonic presence, finally disappeared. Only then did she hear the little system's choked, almost tearful voice.
"Host, sob sob, are you alright, Host..."
"He's too much, sob sob! How could he bully the Host like this!"
"He'll definitely cry and beg you to forgive him later!"
"Host, you must play with him back ruthlessly!"
Lin Muci felt utterly exhausted. It was as if ten thousand horses were galloping across a grassland, and simultaneously ten thousand balloons were released, rising into the sky, exploding over the cosmos, and that was her current feeling!
She couldn't even lift a finger.
"I..."
The little system sighed.
"Look at you! Look at you! Do you know what you look like now! I should have changed into a mirror for you to see, tsk tsk tsk, you're like that kind of furnace cauldron in the cultivation world that any man who sees it will be captivated by!"
"Do you understand 'furnace cauldron'!"
"You're almost broken, sob sob sob~"
"My poor Host—he's simply inhuman!"
The little system's voice was sorrowful, and Lin Muci hesitated before quietly speaking to the system in her mind.
"He was never human to begin with. Isn't he the Great Demon?"
The little system could only sigh.
The Host was so open-minded, but it still felt its Host was too pathetic!
Lin Muci, however, thought of something else. This matter seemed more important to her.
"That—"
Lin Muci's eyelashes fluttered lightly, and then she asked.
"I won't get pregnant with his child, will I?"
"After all, according to you, I still have to die in the end... If I have a child... it will only add to my worries..."
This was her concern, and the little system's voice was muffled.
"No, no, we would also consider that... If there's a child, you might not be able to leave."
"And you are of the demon race, and he is of the devil race, wouldn't the child born be a little demon? No, no, that's not right."
"Regarding the child, let's talk about it when you return to modern times... If you really want one, it's not impossible."
Lin Muci: "..."
She didn't actually want one. It wasn't that she feared the demon's revenge, that he would make her pregnant and then continue to torment her and the child.
Knowing she wouldn't get pregnant, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked out wistfully. Outside, it was pitch black, yet there was nothing.
She heard the little system say.
"Don't look. He's leading the demon army, those powerful demon lords are going through the plot. He probably won't be back for a while."
Lin Muci hummed, understanding the situation, and became much calmer.
She simply entered the space and had the system fast-forward this part of the plot—
And when she opened her eyes again, she saw Ling Qianhe's eyes, slightly tinged with red! He stood before her, looking at her coldly.
She opened her eyes and heard him say.
"Awake?"
He smiled, then grabbed her by the neck, with almost no pity, and kissed her lips directly.
"Since you're awake, let's continue."
The scarlet in his eyes instilled a deep sense of ill omen, and Lin Muci frowned, her voice changing pitch slightly.
"You—"
She paused, her voice rising slightly.
"What's wrong with you?"
She felt Ling Qianhe's state was somewhat off. Wasn't he a demon? He should be devoid of emotions and desires, not have such an unrestrained and uncontrolled expression. He then lowered his head, his black hair falling, tangling with hers.
Lin Muci looked at their entwined black hair and was slightly startled.
The next moment, Ling Qianhe leaned close to her ear, his voice deep, like the most captivating poison.
"I've injured Helian Lanyan."
"Will you feel heartache?"
"He said he took back the spirit bone for you, and that he bore the heavenly tribulation for you, allowing you to successfully Nirvana. He treated you very well, with absolute devotion."
"You were betrothed to him, and he treated you so well. And you, do you like him?"
"He is your childhood sweetheart fiancé."
His voice was so deep, as if it could seep into her heart bit by bit. Lin Muci took a deep breath, tilted her head back, revealing her slender neck. After being cared for for so many days, the blue and purple marks on her neck had almost healed. She looked up at his face and said,
"No."
"You and I, our matters, need not involve others. That is... our grievance."
"But the common people are innocent. Do not go on a killing spree outside."
She meant to say that she would bear the grievances, but her words clearly angered the demon before her. He grabbed her chin, and her freshly healed wounds began to reappear.
And his voice, it was to the extreme of malevolence!
"The common people are innocent? Who is innocent? In this world, no one is innocent!"
"Our grievances, I will settle them with you fiercely—do not think you can escape alive!"
He looked at her fiercely, then bit her earlobe. His teeth seemed to almost break her earlobe, which was small, plump, and tender, bitten by him.
His tongue slowly rolled over, watching her breath catch, watching her tremble all over. He warned her word by word.
"You care for him?"
"If you still care for Helian Lanyan, I will surely kill him!"
"No, before I kill him, I must make him watch with his own eyes—how we are in love and intimate!"
His voice was to the extreme of coldness.
He was almost mad—but if he was mad, it was entirely because of the woman before him.
His fingertips pressed hard into her shoulder, layers of black energy surging up.
And Lin Muci, already extremely weak, imprisoned for so many days, though attended by maids, her newly formed phoenix body was too delicate. Now, her whole body was limp, feeling weak all over, while the young man behind her, his hands were overwhelmingly strong, restraining her.
Forcing her, to lean back into his embrace.
He lowered his head and said in her ear.
"I want you to bear my child—I want them to watch with their own eyes, how I trample and defile you, you shameless woman!"
His words made her cheeks flush crimson. She trembled all over, like a puppet whose soul had been pulled out.
But Ling Qianhe, that demon, clearly had no intention of sparing her. His fingertips pressed hard into her shoulder—she swayed precariously, unable to stand steadily, and could only lean on him by force.
Did Ling Qianhe use the Heavenly Demon Teleportation Technique?
Where was he taking her?
Thinking of his words just now, Lin Muci already had a guess. She looked up dazedly, and Ling Qianhe's eyes were still filled with cold mockery.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Afraid of facing your former acquaintances?"
"Afraid of them seeing the blue and purple marks on you?"
Lin Muci remained silent, not uttering a word.
But Ling Qianhe, holding her, suddenly looked up at the person opposite him and said coldly.
"Aren't you looking everywhere for Si Muci, this woman?"
"I can tell you, she is currently in my embrace."
...
Lin Muci tightly closed her eyes. A faint tear seemed to well up in the corner of her eye, and opposite her stood a man with silver hair.
He bore the mark of a five-clawed golden dragon!
Clearly, he was the current Demon Emperor, Helian Lanyan.
His face was as gentle as jade, but now, his eyes were filled with deep pain!
That pain was like the world turning upside down, like the heavens and earth collapsing.
His voice trembled.
"Let... let her go!"
"You demon, let go of Xiao Ci!"
But Ling Qianhe laughed. The smile on his lips was cold and enchanting, coupled with a trace of sinister triumph. On the young man's peerlessly handsome face, there was a strange look of satisfaction. Then he lowered his head, right in front of Helian Lanyan.
And kissed her fiercely!
This kiss was forceful and lingering, as if he wanted to drain the air from her lungs. The kiss was so lingering, so reckless. Helian Lanyan felt as if his heart had shattered into pieces. He could only watch as Ling Qianhe deeply kissed the person he loved.
He was heedless, his forcefulness making one's heart tremble.
And that maiden, she was like a flower withering after being battered by wind and rain.
Her cheeks still held an unnatural flush, her eyes slightly closed, revealing neither joy nor sorrow, but her forced endurance of it all made Helian Lanyan's heart begin to fracture.
Ling Qianhe, however, felt this was still not enough.
He smiled.
He spoke in a voice that Helian Lanyan could hear clearly.
"Xiao Ci, don't be shy."
"Don't you remember how we... loved each other?"
"You willingly accepted me back then, you willingly catered to me—Xiao Ci, didn't you also enjoy it, weren't you also enthusiastic?"
"Since we are already so intimate, there's no need to be shy."
His tone was casual, yet it successfully made the man opposite him suddenly hunch over, and then spew out a mouthful of golden blood. The golden blood was so brilliant, yet carried a heartbreaking despair.
"You... you scoundrel..."
"You bastard... you will definitely... face retribution..."
His voice was somewhat intermittent, perhaps because of the immense pain in his heart.
Seeing him humiliate Xiao Ci like this, his heart ached terribly.
But Ling Qianhe raised his head. The peculiar smile on his lips gradually widened, and then he spoke in an extremely calm tone.
"I will definitely face retribution?"
"Well said. I will definitely face retribution—hehe, haven't I already received my retribution?"
"To have my heart dug out and my soul shattered, is there any more cruel retribution in this world?"
Helian Lanyan trembled with anger.
"Quickly let go of Xiao Ci! Don't do anything more excessive to her... You demon, you will regret it!"
He had already been seriously injured by Ling Qianhe before.
He never imagined that even after becoming the Demon Emperor, even after uniting the entire five-clawed golden dragon clan, he was still no match for the demon before him.
And Ling Qianhe's lips still held a faint smile.
His voice was like a sigh.
"Regret?"
"Unfortunately, I am a demon. How can a demon regret?"
"Those who should regret are you."
"This woman—even if she dies, I will not regret it. How can I have even a shred of pity for her?"
His fingertips slowly brushed over her eyes. That single, crystal tear gave him a strange feeling, but he forcefully suppressed it. Then he smiled.
"Look."
"I will not regret it."
"A woman like her, dying, is good."
"If she dies, I will not shed another tear for her."
His fingertips crushed that tear. The gleam of tears gradually vanished. His cold fingertips pressed against the corner of her eye, and he leaned into her ear, uttering the most cruel words.
"I now disdain you."
"Since my true heart has been dug out by you, I am now heartless, loveless, and I will not pity all living beings even for a moment. I want you to watch with your own eyes how this world is invaded by demonic energy, how the people you care about fall into demonic ways, and beg before me—"
"But, I will no longer pity you."
"This is the price you must pay!"
【Poor Qianhe-didi is going to have a wife-chasing cremation ceremony again, tsk tsk tsk.】