The Demon Lord Forced to Marry the Female Leader

In that mysterious mirror maze, Xiang Yun's every heartbeat was like a drum skin being struck hard, and every breath was like absorbing the last bit of oxygen.

On his forehead, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down like beads that had broken off the string, slid down his cheeks, and soaked his originally luxurious clothes.

His body was shaking involuntarily, as if he was fighting against some invisible force, and every tremor made him feel that he was only one step away from collapse.

Suddenly, he felt a strong urge to vomit and his stomach felt churning, as if something was churning inside.

He covered his mouth tightly, trying not to vomit, but the feeling became more and more intense, making it almost unbearable for him.

He frantically tried to find some magical weapons in his storage bag, hoping to use their power to escape from this horrible place.

However, when he opened the storage bag, he found that the once priceless gold and silver beads had all turned into a pile of mud.

He felt a wave of despair. Those treasures were the symbol of his years of hard work and wealth, but now they had turned into a pile of worthless mud.

"No! My treasure! No!"

He shouted loudly, his voice full of despair and anger. At this moment, he felt that he had completely collapsed.

Miss He Er heard Xiang Yun's screams of collapse, and she was filled with worry. She asked Zi Ming:

"What happened to Xiangyun?"

Ziming looked back at the palace and replied:

"I am trapped by my own inner demons."

Ziming held He Er and took a few steps skillfully in the barrier, and the scene around them changed immediately.

They were in a beautiful sea of ​​flowers, surrounded by colorful flowers. The sea breeze brought with it a faint floral scent and a warm atmosphere.

Miss He Er felt relaxed and happy. She jumped off Ziming and spun a few times in the sea of ​​flowers, as if all her troubles were purified by the sea of ​​flowers.

Ziming looked at Miss He Er's joyful figure, and a warm current surged in his heart. He smiled slightly, with a doting light in his eyes.

However, at this moment, he felt an inexplicable force surging in his body, as if a fire was burning. His face turned pale in an instant, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

He realized that his situation was not good, and immediately sat aside to meditate. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the fresh air of the sea of ​​flowers, trying to calm his inner fluctuations and suppress his body's restlessness. However, the power seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, making him feel dizzy.

Miss He Er was intoxicated by the beauty of the sea of ​​flowers, enjoying this rare peaceful moment. However, when she turned around and saw Ziming's motionless back, she had an ominous premonition in her heart. She quickly walked towards Ziming and asked with concern:

"Ziming, are you okay? I saw you just inhaled some dust. The things from Xiangyun must be poisonous. How do you feel now?"

Ziming didn't turn around, nor did he answer her question. He just sat there quietly.

Miss He Er felt anxious. She squatted in front of Ziming and carefully observed his face. When she saw that Ziming's face was unusually red and his forehead was covered with sweat, she was filled with worry.

Miss He Er approached Ziming and tried to understand his condition. However, she soon found that Ziming's breathing became rapid, as if he was suffering from great pain. She realized that Ziming might be poisoned, so she quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead and comforted him softly:

"Don't be afraid, I will help you."

Ziming felt even more uncomfortable when he felt Miss Heer's breath. He knew he had to keep his distance. He spoke with difficulty:

"Ms. He Er, please... stay away from me. I'm... poisoned and might do something to hurt you. Leave me alone for a while..."

His voice was trembling, revealing his inner struggle and pain.

Miss He Er was filled with worry and reluctance after hearing Ziming's words. She didn't know what to do, so she could only stand aside silently and pray that Ziming could survive this.

She tried to comfort Ziming, but Ziming asked her to stay away. Miss He Er reluctantly took a few steps back, but her eyes never left Ziming.

"A little further... a little further!"

Ziming said this with almost all his strength.

Miss He Er gestured to him and said:

"Don't worry, don't worry! I'll go away from here! I'll go now..."

After saying that, she sat on the grass not far from Li Ziming and looked at him worriedly.

Ziming lay on the grass with his eyes closed, as if trying to resist the darkness that was gradually encroaching.

His sanity was like a candle flame blown away by a strong wind, flickering and ready to go out at any moment.

He silently recited Miss He Er's name in his heart. That was his only hope. He hoped that she would be safe and sound.

However, as time went on, his consciousness became increasingly blurred, and he kept repeating:

"Don't come over here... Don't come over here... I can't hold on any longer..."

The voice was full of helplessness and despair.

Miss He Er sat on the grass, her hands clenched, her heart filled with anxiety and worry. She kept praying, hoping that Ziming could survive this.

She stared at Ziming, hoping to see him recover, but all she saw was Ziming's painful expression, and her heart began to ache as well.

However, when she heard Ziming's murmurs, her heart seemed to be squeezed tightly by a fist, as if it was about to burst at any time.

"Ziming, you must hold on!"

In her anxiety, she seemed to hear Ziming calling her over. The voice was so faint and ethereal that she could hardly tell whether it was real or an illusion.

She hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to follow her heart and walk towards Ziming. She stood up and walked towards him with heavy steps, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Suddenly, Ziming coughed up a mouthful of blood. The bright red liquid dyed his clothes red, and also dyed Miss He Er's heart red.

It turned out that he had been forcibly suppressing the restlessness in his body and trying to stay awake. However, the force was too strong and eventually broke through his defenses.

Miss He Er could no longer stand by and watch, she hurried forward to help Ziming sit up, let his head rest on her shoulder, and hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with her sleeve, her action full of anxiety and worry.

Ziming closed his eyes and felt He Er's breath. His heart was filled with bitterness and helplessness. He knew that he could no longer protect her. He said:

"Didn't I tell you... not to come back..."

The voice was full of guilt and self-blame.