The Demon Lord Forced to Marry the Female Leader

Xiao Long Nu covered her ears and shook her head, saying she didn’t want to hear it! She didn’t want to hear it! Then she shouted:

"I'm not afraid! I like you to tell me stories! I like playing with you!"

When he saw the determination in Xiao Longnv's eyes, he suddenly realized that he had made a big mistake! He realized that he shouldn't have gotten too close to her in the first place. The dragons hate humans because they are too greedy and always want to get their skins and drink their blood. So the dragons will always kill humans who have seen their true bodies to prevent them from leaking the news and being hunted down! Her father would never agree to them being together. If the Dragon King knew that they knew each other, he would even kill her existence, and she would be punished by the Dragon King!

He knew that his human identity would bring trouble to her, and he couldn't let her get into danger. So, he tried to control his emotions and said coldly:

"You shouldn't be here, leave now."

Xiao Longnu was shocked by his indifference and ruthlessness. She didn't understand why he wanted to drive her away! Tears flashed in her eyes, and she said aggrievedly:

"I can't bear to leave... you. Why are you trying to get me to leave? Aren't we already good friends?"

The monk looked at her pitiful appearance and felt sorry for her. He knew he couldn't be indecisive, as this was for her own good. Although he was still determined to drive him away, his tone was not as resolute as before, but he said in a more gentle tone:

"I'm sorry, Awen, humans and dragons can't be friends. It's very dangerous to continue like this. Your father will be furious if he finds out that you're friends with humans. The consequences will be disastrous. You'd better leave now."

When Xiao Long Nu heard his words, tears could not stop flowing out of her eyes. She looked straight at him and said:

"Do you really want me to leave and never see you again?"

The male cultivator turned his back so as not to let Little Dragon Girl Awen see his expression.

He said to her in a cold tone:

"That's right! We won't see each other again! My wounds have healed, and after you leave, I will leave too."

When Awen heard this, her expression instantly dimmed. She hung her head and said in a hoarse voice:

"it is good."

Awen stood on the rocks by the sea and asked him sadly:

"Will you remember me in the future?"

He still didn't turn around and replied coldly:

"Forget it! Failure to form a bond will only increase your loneliness!"

After listening to what he said, she turned and left, returned to the boundless ocean, entered the sea and turned into a pink dragon, swimming into the sea without looking back.

The man tilted his head slightly, and after seeing her leave, he turned around and followed the departing figure of Xiaolongnu with his eyes. He did not slowly withdraw his gaze until her pink dragon scales completely disappeared on the distant horizon.

There was a hint of reluctance and dull pain in his eyes, but he knew clearly that his encounter with Xiao Long Nu was destined to be short-lived. If they could not be together, it would only increase his loneliness. For her safety, he had to give up his feelings and let her return to the Dragon King.

The sea breeze blew across his face. He was wearing a long green robe with fluttering sleeves, like an immortal descending to earth. He wore a long sword on his waist, the blade flashed with cold light, and he was looking in another direction very seriously.

There were several sounds of breaking air in the sky. His expression became stern, and he slowly drew out his sword, ready to fight.

He knew that the people who had been chasing him had finally found this place.

The male cultivator held the hilt of his sword tightly, his eyes gleaming with determination. The tip of his sword pointed at the enemy, his eyes revealing a resolute determination.

He knew that this battle was inevitable, and regardless of life or death, he went all out without any hesitation or retreat. If he had any concerns, he was only worried about Awen's safety. He wondered if she had run far enough and was safe enough.

He was not sure whether the enemies had noticed Awen's presence, but he would never let them hurt Awen. For Awen's safety, he had to kill them here.

Awen's experience was completely different from that of the male cultivator. She thought she had suffered a severe trauma. She was so heartbroken that she was twitching at the bottom of the sea and could not swim anymore. She stayed at the bottom of the sea and let the ocean current wash her away.

Awen's tears created ripples on the seabed, and every drop was like a broken heart. Her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were empty, as if she had lost her soul. Suddenly, the sea began to fluctuate violently, accompanied by the harsh sound of weapons colliding, breaking the surrounding tranquility.

Awen looked up in horror, curious about what had happened, and saw a mist rising from the sea in the distance, as if it was caused by a fight.

Her heart tightened, and she immediately realized that something was wrong. Wasn't that the direction she had just come from? He was fighting with someone! Was he in danger? !

She quickly wiped away her tears, paddled hard in the water, and swam towards the direction where the sound came from.

When she surfaced, she was horrified by the sight of Nan Zheng fighting alone against a group of vicious enemies.

It's him!

His figure looked so lonely and helpless on the sparkling sea. Awen saw that the male cultivator's face was covered with sweat and blood, his clothes were torn and bloodstained, but his will was as firm as a rock, and he still tried his best to fight the enemy.

Without hesitation, she turned around and swam towards the male cultivator. The male cultivator was in the middle of a fight and was surrounded by five men in black. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a faint pink color from the corner of his eyes! His heart was suddenly filled with mixed emotions.

From the initial shock to the certainty that the familiar pink color was her return, he could hardly believe his eyes.

"Didn't I tell you to leave? If you do, turn your head away!"

His heart was also filled with worry, and he spoke anxiously.

When Awen heard his angry voice, an indescribable courage surged in her heart, and she shouted:

"You tell me to leave, and I'll leave!? I'm the Dragon Princess, and I won't obey you!"

In fact, she couldn't bear to see the male cultivator facing danger alone. He couldn't get hurt! His wound had just healed!

Awen became angrier the more she thought about it, and she jumped out of the sea. Her pink dragon body hovered in front of the male cultivator, and her tail gently wrapped around him, forming a protective circle.

To the pursuers, her dragon body hovered in the air like a gorgeous rainbow. The scales shone with a soft luster, and each one seemed to contain warmth and strength. The long dragon whiskers fluttered in the wind, looking both elegant and majestic. The pair of dragon eyes were bright, firm and brave.

The majestic posture and pink light eclipsed everything around it, making it the most eye-catching focus on the battlefield.

As Awen approached, the male cultivator could feel the sudden change in the atmosphere around him. The men in black who had been besieging him suddenly stopped their attacks, and all of them turned their eyes to Awen, with greedy and cruel smiles on their faces.

"dragon!"