The Demon Lord Forced to Marry the Female Leader

The force of the collision caused Xiang Yun to feel a sharp pain, as if all the bones in his body were broken. He slumped to the ground, his eyes full of disbelief. He couldn't believe that he would be kicked away.

In her despair, Miss He Er suddenly saw a silver-white figure appear, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

"Ziming! Why are you here?!"

She cried out in surprise, asking Ziming how he knew of her plight and arrived in time.

However, Ziming's face remained stern. He did not answer Miss He Er's question, but stepped forward to tidy up her clothes and preserve her dignity.

Ziming held Miss He Er horizontally in his arms, ready to take her away from this dangerous place. His movements were gentle but firm, revealing his deep concern for Miss He Er.

Miss He Er snuggled in Ziming's arms, feeling an unprecedented sense of security. She thought quietly:

"I didn't expect that Ziming, who is usually so dull, has such a domineering and considerate side!"

However, Xiang Yun did not intend to let them go easily. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, still with an arrogant smile on his face.

"What? You want to leave after beating someone up? The person you hugged is my fiancée. Did you cross the line?"

He accused Ziming of crossing the line and tried to stop them from leaving.

Xiang Yun's words were full of threats and provocations, which made people worry about the situation of Ziming and Miss He Er.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Yun rushed towards Ziming, waving his fist. His movements were swift and fierce, trying to solve the problem with force.

Ziming was not panicked when facing Yun's attack.

He calmly responded to every attack from Xiang Yun, and even when he was holding He Er, he never fell into a disadvantage. He displayed superb martial arts and fighting skills, which dazzled He Er. Oh my God! Is this still the Ziming who played chess in the room all day long without leaving the house?

The battle between the two was about to break out, and the scene was extremely intense. Miss He Er was nervously observing the situation in Ziming's arms, worrying that she would be a burden to Ziming, but also hoping that Ziming could defeat Xiangyun and take her away safely.

"Why don't you just put me on the ground? It's not easy to fight while holding me!"

Miss He Er volunteered to speak to Ziming.

Ziming replied indifferently:

"No need."

Miss He Er saw Ziming was so indifferent and thought he was angry, so she apologized to him and said:

"I'm sorry, Ziming. I know you are petty and I shouldn't have said such bad things about you just now."

Ziming: “…”

Miss Tsuruji continued:

"I shouldn't have always trusted Seventeen. Seventeen is Xiangyun's traitor. He drugged me and blinded me. I should have chosen to trust you. You are the most trustworthy person. I was in trouble and you were the only one who treated me well. You are my great benefactor. I should repay you with a spring of gratitude. Let's go back. You can take whatever you want of my treasures. They are all yours!"

After listening to her confession, Ziming finally stopped looking stern and smiled.

Xiang Yun couldn't bear to watch it any longer. He moved his neck impatiently and said:

"Tsk tsk tsk! Ziming! I've heard a long time ago that you are He Wuyang's first male concubine. Anyway, He Wuyang is going to marry me soon, and when the time comes, I will crush all of you male concubines to ashes, hehe."

Ziming glanced at him coldly and said indifferently:

"I'm afraid you can't leave this island."

Xiang Yun rushed forward again, waving his fist in dissatisfaction. This time he was not in a hurry to hurt Ziming, but instead fought with him. Suddenly, he found the right time, opened his fist suddenly, and sprinkled some pink mist on He Er's facade.

Seeing this, Ziming covered Miss He Er's mouth and nose with his sleeve before she inhaled the dust.

But he inadvertently inhaled some dust. He knew in his heart that this must not be a good thing, and he must get out of here as soon as possible, so as not to fall into a disadvantage.

Ziming kicked Xiang Yun, causing him to take a few steps back. He then decisively crushed a strange shell with his foot and flew out of the palace at a high speed. Many mirrors rose from the ground where he had originally stood, forming a large maze that trapped Xiang Yun inside.

Xiang Yun sneered disdainfully and said:

"You think you can trap me with just these few mirrors? That's just wishful thinking!"

The moment Xiang Yun stepped into the mirror maze, his face was full of confidence and expectation. However, as he went deeper into the maze, he gradually discovered that this place was not as simple as he had imagined.

The mirrors in the maze reflected countless images of himself. Some were impoverished, some were old and foolish. These images seemed to be laughing at his failure and stupidity.

He refused to accept it. He was the son of the Elephant Lord. He had been born into a wealthy family and was extremely noble. Failure and stupidity had never happened to him.

He tried to break the mirrors, but each time it was in vain. He felt as if he had become the person in the mirror, trapped in an endless nightmare.

He kept walking, and every time he met a different image of himself in the mirror, the person in the mirror would even move on his own, as if he was acting out his various lives. He saw his past, present, and future, and these scenes intertwined, making him feel an unspeakable fear and despair.

In the mirror, he saw his childhood self, the innocent and carefree child. However, as the mirror moved, he saw himself growing up, the laughter and happiness he had in the past gradually disappeared, his father and mother's strict requirements on him, in order to make him grow up, gave up kindness and weakness, and forced him to kill his favorite parrot himself! Instead, he was exhausted and painful. He saw the price he paid for power and wealth, and those former friends and relatives gradually left him, making him feel deeply lonely and helpless.

Deep inside the mirror, he saw his future. That future was filled with darkness and despair. He saw himself dying alone, without anyone by his side. He saw his soul trapped in the mirror maze, unable to escape. These scenes made him feel an indescribable fear and despair, causing his mind to collapse.

In addition to these horrific scenes, he also heard whispers from the depths of the mirror. It was as if those people he had killed had come back to collect their debts from him. Those whispers were full of malice and curses, and made him feel an inescapable sense of oppression. He tried to escape from these whispers, but they kept lingering in his ears, making him unable to get rid of them.

In this horrible environment, Xiang Yun's mind gradually collapsed. He felt that his mind became confused and he could not concentrate.