The Demon Lord Forced to Marry the Female Leader

The female sea soul had a sad face. She locked Fu Qian, who was in an illusion, in the secret room next door.

She asked angrily:

"How did you get out of the illusion?"

Fu Qian was not surprised to see the female sea soul. He said indifferently:

"It's cut open!"

The female sea soul set her eyes on Fu Qian's sword and immediately understood.

"The ancient artifact Xuanyuan Sword, good, good, good! Really good."

She was speechless now, but she felt someone was staring at her.

Ziming stood up with the help of He Er, his eyes fixed on the female sailor, as if he wanted to see through her soul.

There was an indescribable excitement and anticipation on his face, and crystal tears were sparkling in his eyes.

He opened his thin lips and said in a trembling voice:

"Mom, is that you? I'm Ziming."

These words were like a bolt of lightning that cut through the silent night sky, shocking and incredulous everyone present.

The female sea soul was also stunned, with a complicated expression on her face. She seemed to have not expected Ziming to recognize her, let alone to express it in this way. A trace of panic and uneasiness flashed in her eyes, but she soon regained her composure.

She took a deep breath, tried to control her emotions, and then spoke slowly:

"Ziming, you've got the wrong person. I'm not your mother."

Although her tone was calm, the indifference and alienation revealed in it made people feel cold.

When Ziming heard this, the expression on his face froze instantly.

A trace of loss and despair flashed in his eyes, as if the whole world had collapsed. He tightly grasped Heer's arm, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He Er looked at Ziming and his heart was filled with sympathy and helplessness.

She had seen Ziming's dragon body, and didn't know what he had been through, let alone what the female sea soul had been through. She believed that everything would become clear in the end.

Take it easy……

She knew that Ziming had deep feelings for the female sea soul, but the female sea soul was always unwilling to accept him.

Maybe the female sea soul has her own unspeakable difficulties.

She patted Ziming's shoulder gently, trying to comfort him, but Ziming stood there as if he had lost his soul.

The whole scene fell into awkwardness and silence. No one knew how to deal with this situation, so they could only stand aside silently and wait for the development of the situation.

The female sea soul turned around and prepared to leave, with a trace of determination and indifference on her face, and coldly ordered him to leave:

"All of you, leave immediately! Penglai Fairy Island is about to sink to the bottom of the sea."

Her words revealed an unquestionable majesty that made people dare not disobey in the slightest.

But Ziming refused to give up. He shouted to the female sea soul from behind:

"Mother, why don't you acknowledge me? Why did you throw my brother and I onto the land? We want to live with you! Why... do you abandon me!?"

His voice was filled with pain and confusion, and every word seemed to come from the bottom of his heart. His eyes followed the female sea soul closely, as if he wanted to carve her figure into his heart.

After that, Ziming transformed into a dragon. His body became huge and mighty, and his scales shone with dazzling light.

He wanted to catch up with the female sea soul and not let her leave. His eyes were full of determination and persistence, as if only by catching up with her could he get the answer in his heart.

When passing the crystal coffin, Ziming saw a skeleton and a woman with a somewhat corrupted face lying in the coffin.

He was stunned.

Chu Wan Ning frowned upon seeing this and expressed her doubts:

"Strange, when I first saw her, she was lying here like a real person, how come she started to decay in such a short time?"

The female sea soul heard what Chu Wan Ning said, but she didn't say anything.

Ziming murmured to himself:

"Father, mother..."

There was shock and grief in his voice, and a hint of sadness and nostalgia in his eyes.

"It's not like that! It's not like that! Mother, you were not like this before! You were clearly a living person before! How did you become a sea spirit? Only the dead can become sea spirits! What on earth have you been through?"

The female sea soul didn't want to face Ziming, so she quickened her pace and left, but Ziming kept chasing her.

Ziming chased the female sea soul to the ground. It was already dark here, and the bright moonlight shone on the sparkling sea, which was extremely beautiful.

Chu Wan Ning, He Er and others followed closely and came to the ground. The warm sea breeze blew on their faces, blowing away their boredom in the underground secret room.

The sea souls came out of the underground chamber one after another, with a trace of confusion and anxiety on their faces, as if they were looking for something. They looked around, their eyes wandering around in the night, trying to find a familiar figure or voice.

Ziming caught up with the female sea soul, his eyes full of determination and persistence. He stood in front of the female sea soul to stop her from leaving. There was a hint of pleading in his voice:

"Mother, tell me, why did you abandon me? Why don't you want to acknowledge me?"

The female sea soul stopped, with a trace of pain and helplessness in her eyes. She was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"I had no choice but to do this. Please forget me. I am not worthy of being your mother."

The female sea soul turned her back.

Ziming's heart was about to break. His dragon body turned into a human body and he knelt on the ground, extremely sad.

The sea breeze blew gently, and the long hair of the female sea soul fluttered in the wind. She closed her eyes, with a faint smile on her face. She opened her arms as if she was feeling the warmth brought by the sea breeze, and as if she was hugging a lover she had not seen for a long time.

Her posture was graceful and calm, as if she had merged with the sea breeze. She closed her eyes, her face was as tranquil as a painting. The moonlight sprinkled on her face as softly as water, reflecting her delicate contours.

Chu Wan Ning didn’t know if it was an illusion, but she felt that the female sea soul’s body appeared more translucent under the moonlight, as if it was coated with a layer of silver luster.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, she opened her mouth and made a silent wish to the moon, then opened her eyes calmly and contentedly.

“La la… la la la… la la…”

As if she had let go of all the grievances in her heart, she hummed an elegant melody softly, and with a light spin of her body, she flew off the ground and circled around Ziming. She gently held Ziming's hands, put her forehead lightly against his, winked at him playfully, and said:

"My acting skills are terrible. I didn't fool you! But I really have to say goodbye this time, little Haiwaer. If you see your brother, don't tell him about me. It's better if he doesn't know. The more he knows, the more painful it will be. Promise me, okay?"

Ziming didn't understand what was going on yet, and nodded hastily. Her forehead left his forehead, and her hands let go of his hands.

"Mom! Where are you going?"