A weak and evil woman was exiled? The beastly husbands risked their lives to protect her

Chapter 699 Finale (2)

A cold and powerful pressure silently appeared behind Jiang Xinli.

The tremors in the palace suddenly stopped, and the room fell into a deathly silence, darkness, and cold.

"Whoosh—" That was the sound of dragon wings unfolding.

It is Jinyuan.

He didn't speak, but Jiang Xinli clearly felt the fury that seemed to tear everything apart.

She took a deep breath and quickly reached her fingers towards the coral box whose dark red barrier had been broken.

The moment her fingertips touched her rose barrier, the box vanished.

At the same time, the dragon crystal pendant that she had cracked floated up from her chest and slowly fell into the palm of the young deity behind her.

Jiang Xinli clenched her fingers, turned around, and bumped into a pair of dark red vertical pupils burning with raging anger.

The young deity had reverted to his pterosaur form, with jet-black wings unfurled behind him, radiating a chilling and imposing aura.

Those abyss-like vertical pupils were now churning with dark, ominous mist, as if they wanted to devour everything in the world.

He is no longer the gentle and considerate "A Yuan".

Instead, it is a terrifying evil god.

His gaze swept coldly over the dragon crystal covered in spiderweb-like cracks in his palm, then looked at the blood-red coral box beside him.

The deep red vertical pupils turned into a pitch-black color, as if a storm was brewing within them.

"Ah"

A low, cold laugh, filled with endless disappointment and resentment, was squeezed out, word by word, from between his teeth:

"My little rose, you have really disappointed me."

His voice was no longer gentle, but only chillingly cold.

"Ah—" Jiang Xinli was about to speak when her gaze swept over the blood-red coral box that Jin Yuan had moved to the side.

The blinding red light, and the little blue dragon struggling and crashing against the barrier, caused fragments of memories to flood into her mind like a tide.

These are the dreams she's had during this period.

But those people who risked their lives to protect her in her dream all had the face of Jin Yuan.

But at this moment, those faces began to change.

They were some faces that looked familiar.

They are equally noble and handsome, yet each is different.

Their animalistic features are also different.

There are Azure Dragons, White Tigers, Snow Rabbits, as well as Mermaids, Black Panthers, Peacocks, Snow Foxes, and Silver Wolves.

She seemed to have seen these beast-like forms somewhere before.
Immediately afterwards, a face wearing a black mask, surrounded by black mist, yet still incomparably handsome, appeared in her mind.

[A thousand years have passed, and you have finally arrived.]

A sentence echoed in my ears.

The voice was cold, piercing, and malevolent.

But she still recognized it.

It was the young deity before them.

The same black dragon wings, the same hooked long tail, the same imposing aura.

However, in the picture, He wears an exquisite mask.

Her heart sank, and she swallowed the rest of her words.

Which one is the real Him?

Jin Yuan coldly watched her hesitant expression, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

"What, you have nothing to say to me?"

Jiang Xinli bit her lip and didn't say anything.

The other party sneered, "Then I'll speak."

His gaze fell upon the shattered crimson dragon crystal in his palm, his voice growing increasingly low:

Do you know how much effort and time it takes for a dragon crystal to form inside a dragon's body?

"How much effort and time have I spent on this dragon crystal?"

He took a step closer to her, and with a sudden flick of his other hand, he raised a finger.

Those calm, expressionless, jet-black vertical pupils were now burning with rage, staring straight at his palm:

"It was him? Using those filthy seashells to bewitch you."

"Just because of one sentence from him, you crushed my most precious dragon crystal."

Jiang Xinli's pupils contracted as she looked at His finger.

On the young deity's long, powerful arms, the veins bulged out.

His knuckles had turned white from gripping too hard, as if he were clenching something tightly.

No, it's not "what".

are people.

Jiang Xinli couldn't see the person, but she could clearly sense them.

His fingertips were slowly tightening, crushing the throat of some being.

A faint scent of lemongrass wafted over, and she blurted out instinctively:
"Lancer Heinrich?"

These words thoroughly enraged the young deity opposite them.

A barely perceptible flicker of pain crossed his eyes, and he suddenly exerted force with his fingers, flicking them backward.

The lemongrass scent vanished instantly.

Jiang Xinli's heart tightened, and she frowned, demanding, "What did you do to him?!"

"What did I do to him?" The young deity's eyes flashed with contempt, and he actually laughed in anger.

He exuded an aura of power and took a few steps closer to her.

"You believe everything others say. Have you ever thought about what if they're lying to you?"

"After seeing those words, you didn't even blink, and rushed back here."

His eyes grew increasingly cold and deep, and blood dripped from his clenched fingers.

"Couldn't you at least hesitate for a moment?"

"But you didn't."

"This only shows that you have never trusted me and have never cared about me."

His voice was tinged with despair, filled with suppressed pain and brokenness, "But why...why?!"

"I have done so much for you."

"But it still can't compare to a stranger's inexplicable remark."

Jiang Xinli clenched her fingers.

Yes.

How could she doubt Him, who had done so much for her, just because of a seashell?

Perhaps He is right.

It's because she never truly trusted Him in her heart.

The young deity was already upon them.

Jiang Xinli instinctively stepped back.

But with just one glance from Him, her back slammed into the cold, hard wall.

She had nowhere to retreat.

He drew near, his black shadow completely enveloping her.

Looking down at her, his eyes were filled with despair, loss, and heartache.

Seeing that she remained silent, He raised His hand, and with a dark, icy dragon claw, lifted her chin.

His cold, handsome face loomed down on her, staring intently. "Answer me."

"I—" Jiang Xinli tried to turn her head away, but the cold, hard dragon claws had already locked her cheeks firmly.

The way He is now fills her with fear.

"Ok?"

His tone turned somber, and his black dragon claws released her chin, slowly tracing her cheeks and sliding down her fair and slender neck.

Just when Jiang Xinli thought He would also grab her by the neck and crush her.

The dragon claw slowly reverted to its slender, pale white fingers.

The fingers trembled as they reached for her neck, but just before touching it, they curled up into fists.

The fist slowly loosened.

The next moment, He suddenly reached out and pulled her tightly into his arms.

The enormous, jet-black dragon wings folded up, protecting her behind her.

"Just a moment ago, you were nestled in my arms," ​​His body trembled slightly uncontrollably, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
How could you—

Jiang Xinli's face was forced to be buried in His warm and broad chest.

She had difficulty breathing, her hands fell limp, and her mind went blank for a moment.

After a while, she struggled to lift her face from His embrace.

When I saw the blood-red coral box in the distance, my chaotic thoughts were jolted awake by a splash of ice water, and I instantly became more clear-headed.

He noticed her gaze, and his cold eyes swept over the box again, the hatred in his eyes growing stronger.

Why can't we just destroy them completely?

His voice was low and deep, trembling almost imperceptibly, "How could you—" "Jinyuan," she took a deep breath, "It was wrong of me to crush the dragon crystal. But did it really seal my memories?"

"And those four dragon scales on my collarbone. Are they really yours?"

"Ah."

He chuckled softly, lifted her face with his fingers, and forced her to meet his gaze.

"Seal your memories?" His voice held a hint of indifference and amusement. "Why would I do that?"

"I don't know." Jiang Xinli paused for a moment, then frowned slightly.

"Is that divine oath something that can only be confronted after one becomes a god?"

"Yes."

"So, you still don't trust me." His eyes darkened, and his fingers slowly slid down her chin, stopping at her fair and delicate collarbone.

His fingertips gently caressed the teardrop-shaped dragon scales, the movement tender yet carrying a cold possessiveness.

"You still don't want to believe that I was the first person to mark you."

He paused, applying some force with his fingertips.

Deep down, I wish I could personally gouge out those unsightly marks, one by one.

almost.

soon.

When she becomes a god.

All the marks and memories that Sheng Tianze and the others left her will vanish into thin air.

She will be like a blank sheet of paper, completely possessed by Him.

A sharp pain shot through her collarbone, and Jiang Xinli gasped, but she also found a flaw in His words:

"Even if you were the first person to mark me, what about the second?"

These words seemed to have touched a nerve with Him.

The young deity, who had just calmed down, had his anger reignite in his eyes.

“There will never be another,” He sneered, his hand gripping her slender waist as he leaned closer. “There never will be.”

"Remember, you can only be mine."

Jiang Xinli bit her lower lip and turned her face away.

Remembering what He had said before, that what appeared in her dreams were only His remnants, she suddenly asked:

"Can your remnant soul transform into another beast form?"

His fingers suddenly stopped.

His eyes churned with dark emotions, and he placed his palm on her face, forcing her to turn her gaze back to meet his.

"If you have hallucinations that shouldn't be in your mind, then forget them all."

"Those things will only kill you."

His fingers tightened even more.

Jiang Xinli tried to pry his hand open, but found that it was as firm as an iron clamp and wouldn't budge, instead squeezing even harder.

He drew nearer to her, and a thick fog of obsession filled the depths of his dark, vertical pupils:

"Don't try to rebel against me, and don't try to avoid my love."

The voice was very low, yet it was almost suffocating.

At that moment, Jiang Xinli felt that He had truly gone mad.

She took a deep breath, and suddenly a scarlet dodder vine shot out from her fingertips, sharp as a knife, piercing straight into His heart!
But before the vines could even touch His clothes, they vanished instantly, like snowflakes meeting a raging fire.

A chill ran through her heart.

Yes, He is an omnipotent god.

But she was just an ordinary mortal.

He completely ignored the vines that kept pricking him and asked in a deep voice, "Did you remember?"

The girl pursed her lips and remained silent.

Her chin was in increasing pain, and physiological tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.

But He remained unmoved.

Forget all that, and stay by my side as before. Rely on Him, love Him.
After a while, seeing that she no longer resisted, the darkness in his eyes slowly faded.

The jet-black pupils gradually turned into inky red, and then into a tranquil deep blue.

He gazed deeply at her, his voice softening: "We're getting married tomorrow."

"I told you, I would give you the grandest wedding in the entire galaxy."

“You know, I can turn back time.”

"Soon, you will be able to see your parents."

"When you become a god, we can be together forever. We can go to any time and space and see any scenery."

"You can also stay with your parents and make up for the time you missed in the past."

"OK?"

Jiang Xinli's heart sank slightly.

Yes, those missed moments...

Some images suddenly flashed through my mind:

When she was five years old, her parents used a time-space black hole to send her to ancient Earth.

When she returned, she had already passed away, leaving behind her parents.

The phrase "separated by life and death" pierced my heart like a needle.

She remembered the little dress studded with jewels, and in a daze, she saw her mother smiling and making her put it on.

But soon, the mother's gentle and bright face gradually shattered into specks of light in the sunset and disappeared.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, and I could hardly breathe.

如果
Can they really come back?
Why did she refuse?

Seeing a hint of confusion in the girl's clear, doe-like eyes, He knew she was wavering.

His words just now precisely struck at her deepest desires and vulnerabilities.

"Trust me, okay?" The ferocity in his deep blue eyes hadn't subsided, but his knuckles loosened their grip slightly.

His fingertips gently caressed her chin, which had been pinched red, and the corners of her eyes, which were also red.

Her skin was too delicate.

He didn't expect that just a slight loss of control would leave a mark.

As His fingertips touched the skin, the red marks quickly disappeared.

"Does it still hurt?" His tone softened, filled with regret. "I'm sorry, I hurt you just now."

“I just,” He looked at her, his voice a little hoarse, “love you too much, care about you too much, and am too afraid of losing you.”

"Don't be angry with me anymore, okay?"

Seeing that she did not respond for a long time, He suddenly raised his palm, enduring the excruciating pain, his arm trembling slightly, and pressed the shattered dragon crystal inch by inch into his heart.

"This dragon crystal is broken. I'll give it to you after I've healed it."

Blood seeped from between his cold, white fingers, and his voice trembled slightly.
"This is the most precious thing I have. No one but you can hurt it. In the future, if I'm not around, it can protect you in my place."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly turned to the side and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Jiang Xinli watched quietly, her brows slightly furrowed, without saying a word.

The room fell silent.

After a long pause, she looked up at the box beside her. "Are those things mine?"

He slowly raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. "Yes."

"Then why did you take it in the first place?"

“Because they belong to my remnants of soul, and I don’t want them to…” He paused,
"Since you can't bear to part with it, I'll give it all back to you after we get married."

“Remnant souls.” Jiang Xinli stared at him. “Are they really just remnant souls of yours?”

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and a flash of contempt and dark hatred crossed his eyes. "Of course."

Do Sheng Tianze and his ilk even deserve to be His remnants?

joke.

“Then, that Lancer just now—” she suddenly remembered the vanished lemongrass scent, “what did you do to him?”

The moment he finished speaking, the light in his eyes dimmed inch by inch.

"You'd rather ask him than look at me?"

"Can't you really see my injuries, my pain?"

The air suddenly turned cold, and the light dimmed.

Jiang Xinli felt as if she had returned to the moment when she first woke up here and angered Him.

His palm pressed down hard on her chest. "Jiang Xinli, what is your heart made of?"

Her long, slender, pale fingers suddenly tightened.

It almost embedded itself into her skin. "Just a little bit... can't it even warm up?"

"Or perhaps," He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against her lips, "that is..."
"Do I have to be even more ruthless for you to finally remember me?"

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