The Demon Lord Forced to Marry the Female Leader

After hearing this, Miss He Er was filled with anger and dissatisfaction. She said angrily:

"You're already like this, lying on the ground like a pile of mud. If I don't come to take care of you, am I still a human being?"

Her words were full of firmness and determination, which made Ziming feel a little relieved.

After hearing this, Ziming frowned and smiled bitterly:

"You don't understand... Hurry... Run!"

His words were full of helplessness and despair. He knew that he could not salvage anything. He hoped that Miss Heer could stay away from this dangerous place and protect herself.

After hearing this, Miss He Er held Ziming's hand tightly, with a firm look in her eyes, and told Ziming:

"No matter how many difficulties lie ahead, she will fight alongside him."

Her words were full of determination and courage, hoping to give Ziming some warmth and strength.

However, something unexpected happened. Ziming took the initiative and pushed her down.

Although his action was sudden, it was not rough, and he even put his hand behind Tsuruji's head to prevent her from falling. This action was more of a release of helplessness and despair.

He and her were face to face, and He Er could even see the red bloodshot in Ziming's eyes, which were signs of his inner struggle.

Ziming's expression was no longer as gentle as before, but became a little grumpy. He yelled at He Er:

"But... I was poisoned by love! Can you help me with the love poison? How can you help me?!"

He Er hesitated. What is love poison? Can he only be cured by getting back together with him?

"But I..."

She was filled with confusion and anxiety, and she didn't know how to deal with this sudden situation.

Ziming saw her hesitation and struggle, and he got the answer. He no longer hesitated and scolded her cruelly:

"Get out!!! Get away!!! Do you hear me?! Get out!!!"

His voice was full of pain and helplessness. He hoped that she would agree to him without hesitation, but she hesitated. She didn't love me. Wasn't the result known long ago?

Ziming felt even more upset.

He Er was frightened by his roar. She pushed Ziming away like a frightened little deer and ran away in a daze. Her face was full of shock and confusion. She didn't understand why Ziming suddenly became like this.

Ziming lay on the ground as if relieved, looked at the blue sky and smiled helplessly.

There was a hint of bitterness and self-mockery in his smile, as if to say:

"Finally leaving, leaving well, the farther the better, don't look at me, I'm a monster."

His words revealed his disappointment and helplessness with himself; he knew he could no longer control his emotions.

He Er didn't dare to look back at Ziming again. She hid in a grass nest and couldn't come to her senses for a long time.

Her thoughts were tangled like a tangled mess, making her feel extremely confused and helpless.

"My Lord! Although I have countless male lovers, I have never done anything to any of them! I am still a pure girl! I can't do this all of a sudden!"

Her heart was full of contradictions and struggles.

She wanted to save Ziming, but was afraid of the consequences of such intimacy.

She couldn't help but recall every little detail between her and Ziming. Ziming usually looked cold and seldom talked or smiled. He was really not as good at coaxing people as other male favorites. But a street girl like her liked the sweet-talking little male favorite. His words could make people happy.

However, Ziming had done a lot for her, even risking being poisoned to protect her. She couldn't help but feel guilty and self-blame, she knew she couldn't be so heartless.

Just as He Er made up his mind to stick his head out, he heard a dragon's roar!

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a silver-white dragon where Ziming had been. Her face turned pale and she couldn't believe her eyes.

She was filled with fear and anxiety, and she didn't know what to do. She felt her heart beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

He Er rushed forward in a rage, cursing:

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't go! Spit out my friend! You evil dragon! Why eat my teammates when you can eat anything else!"

She felt tears welling up in her eyes, but she held them back, not letting them fall. She knew she had to be strong and not let herself fall.

The dragon looked at He Er, who was running towards him cursing, in confusion, and then fell down.

Tsuruji was stunned again:

"What's going on? Is this dragon disabled?"

She quietly approached the silver-white dragon that was lying limp on the ground, unable to resist, and after secretly testing it to see if it really had no power to fight back, she took out a sharp knife from her storage bag with a sharp look!

She planned to perform a minor operation on the dragon and take Ziming out of its stomach.

She was filled with nervousness and anxiety, she didn't know if she could succeed. She felt her palms sweating, she tightly gripped the hilt of the knife, trying to keep herself calm.

The dragon was trembling all over as he looked at He Er holding a sharp blade, not sure whether he was angry or scared.

Tsuruji raised the knife and prepared to perform surgery, but Long spoke.

"Don't……"

He Er turned his head and looked at the silver-white dragon head:

"What else? You...Ah! The dragon can talk!"

The knife slid down in excitement, and the dragon used all his strength to move its belly to the side. If the dragon had hair, it would probably have exploded!

"I'm Ziming! Don't kill me!"

He Er was full of question marks. She really didn't understand the situation in front of her.

Her heart was filled with shock and disbelief, and she didn't know whether she should believe what it said.

"You're talking nonsense. How can Ziming turn into a dragon? I've never seen one before! You're just stalling for time, right? By the time you finish talking, you'll have already digested Ziming! Watch me!"

He Er once again raised the shining knife high up.

Ziming said hurriedly:

"I've been poisoned by love, and I can't maintain my human form for the time being!"

He Er's anger and despair eased a little after hearing Ziming's explanation. He was right, Ziming was indeed poisoned by love, which was somewhat plausible.

He Er took a deep breath and tried to keep herself calm. She looked at the silver-white dragon in front of her, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Then how did you turn into a dragon? I've never heard you say that before."

The dragon that Ziming transformed into suddenly lowered its head, curled up and twisted its body, and made some unbearable sounds.

He Er took a few steps back and looked at him worriedly.

After the effect of the drug wore off, Ziming turned his head to the side. He didn't want He Er to see him like this.

He Er came over to it, squatted down, and gently stroked the silver-white dragon's head. She hoped to bring some warmth and comfort to Ziming.