Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

After massacring a village, Jiang Shuning came to his senses. He formulated a series of policies based on the Demon Lord's bloodline suppression and cruel methods to stop the demons from slaughtering the immortal world and to restrict the demons to stay in the Demon Realm.

Staying in the Demon Realm? What's the difference between this and being sealed?

The entire demon clan is resisting, and the Demon Lord's power will not allow him to do such a thing. In the end, he can only ban the demon clan from harming mortals.

Over the next seven hundred years, Jiang Shuning became increasingly powerful and increasingly unable to control his behavior.

During those times when he lost control, he killed countless people.

Good, bad, innocent, guilty... he spared no one.

Kill to stop killing.

What cruel four words.

After the crazy killing, he felt unprecedentedly sober. He stood in a sea of ​​blood and corpses, covered in blood.

He wanted to die to atone for his sins and went to find Gu Ling, but he was even deprived of the right to die.

The years here are long.

The road he came from was paved with blood, flesh and bones, and he could not go back;

The road ahead was long and endless, and he couldn't see the end.

Jiang Shuning is not suitable for practicing magic, and never has been.

Gu Ling couldn't see through Jiang Shuning, and even now she didn't know what Jiang Shuning was thinking.

But she knew Jiang Shuning was in pain, and she wanted him to get rid of such pain.

She never made unnecessary guesses. She asked with all her sincerity: "Aning, what do you want? I will give you everything I can."

The young man just smiled and gave her all his tenderness: "Marry, I want to marry you."

So Gu Ling began to get busy with their wedding arrangements, and together with Jiang Shuning, he personally decided to hold a grand wedding.

The wedding was scheduled for five days later, which was a little rushed, but Jiang Shuning just said that he had waited for a thousand years and didn't want to wait any longer.

During the day, the two of them were busy with all the preparations for the wedding, and at night they spent their nights in bed together.

Jiang Shuning took advantage of the fact that they didn't need to sleep, and every night he transformed into a clinging demon, wishing he could merge into one with Gu Ling.

He couldn't leave Gu Ling for even a moment, like a person with a terminal illness, living every day as if it were his last.

While doing that, Jiang Shuning said all kinds of obscene words, as if he wanted to make Gu Ling angry so that he would treat him more harshly, but Gu Ling became more gentle.

The sentence she said most often was -

Aning, don't cry.

They were clearly doing the most intimate thing, never separated for a moment, and would be getting married in a few days.

But Gu Ling just felt sad.

Because her Aning is not really happy.

……

The wedding arrived as scheduled, and the entire magic palace was hung with red silk, filled with joy.

No one dared to cause trouble on such a day. Everyone had a blessing smile on their face, for fear of angering the Demon Lord and being punished later.

Fortunately, the Demon Lord didn't really want to see them, and after a simple ceremony, the newlyweds entered the bridal chamber.

The bed curtains were replaced with festive red silk, and two red candles were burning on the table, with the flames flickering.

The bright red color brought out Gu Ling's unique beauty. Jiang Shuning thought that this was probably the only time he thought red was beautiful.

He raised his hand and poured two glasses of wine, his eyebrows curved: "Wedding wine."

The two men crossed their arms and moved closer to each other. Gu Ling paused slightly when he smelled the aroma of the wine.

Jiang Shuning smiled ambiguously and explained: "Just something to liven things up. If you don't like it, I'll ask someone to come in and change the wine."

The system said: "Dear, we suggest you not to drink it."

"Do you have a solution?"

"Yes, but..."

Then Gu Ling shook his head at Jiang Shuning, touched his lips to the rim of the cup, and motioned Jiang Shuning to drink with him.

System: Ahhh, broken stone! He hasn’t stated the conditions yet!

After drinking for a while, I felt a surge of heat in my body, my clothes fell to the ground, and the bed curtains kept shaking.

As dawn approached, Gu Ling fell asleep.

Jiang Shuning spat out a mouthful of blood and used magic to clean up all the traces. There seemed to be black air lingering in his bloodshot eyes, and all the affection in them disappeared.

He looked at Gu Ling lying unconscious beside him, his large hands on her neck, and just as he was about to tighten his grip he found himself unable to muster any strength.

"Heh, killing others is the same."

His figure disappeared from the room and Gu Ling opened his eyes.

The black eyes were like the deep night, seemingly empty and yet seemed to contain too much.

The system gave a rare consolation: "He has been patient for a long time, and even so, he has not attacked you."

Kill people and then wake up, then lose your mind again and kill again, and so on and so forth.

Like a vicious curse that can't be shaken off.

Gu Ling said softly: "I know."

She knew Jiang Shuning had tried very hard.

Even though he had lost his mind, Jiang Shuning still followed his inner thoughts and subconsciously chose a place farthest away from the Demon Realm.

He stopped outside a village.

There were a few stars twinkling in the sky, the moon was like a hook, and the faint sound of snoring reached Jiang Shuning's ears.

He was still wearing a bright red wedding gown, looking like a ghost in the night.

There was a voice in his mind clamoring for killing. He could not hear the whisper of the breeze or the chirping of insects. Only the deafening beating of dozens of hearts made him want to replace all these annoying sounds with...

What to replace it with?

The cries for help, the crying, the blood splattering, these sounds will play the most beautiful death music in the world.

He lifted his foot and took a step forward.

"It doesn't seem right to kill someone in our wedding dress. Aning, what do you think?"

Jiang Shuning turned around, his eyes as cold as if frozen in ice for ten thousand years: "I am not him."

Gu Ling was also wearing a wedding dress, facing Jiang Shuning from a distance: "You are."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"I..." Jiang Shuning frowned, not understanding why he should argue with this person about such meaningless things, nor did he understand why he divided himself into two people.

He has all the memories, and he knows clearly that he is the only one from beginning to end.

"Aning, come back with me." Gu Ling stretched out his hand to him.

Jiang Shuning took a step back, and Gu Ling stretched out his hand, grasped a magic sword, and held it horizontally in front of him.

Gu Ling: "I heard that you killed all the Tribulation Crossing cultivators in the Immortal Cultivation World. You are amazing. I am also in the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Why don't we have a fight? If you win, I will not care about you. If you lose, you can come back with me."

If Jiang Shuning didn't want to fight with her, he could go somewhere else to kill people.

He turned around, but felt the fluctuation of spiritual power behind him. The next moment, he grabbed Gu Ling's wrist and said in a cold and hard voice: "You can't use spiritual power."

Gu Ling looked at him expressionlessly: "Only my Aning can control me, who are you?"

Jiang Shuning didn't say anything. Gu Ling began to mobilize his spiritual power again. Jiang Shuning gritted his teeth and said, "I am Jiang Shuning."

Gu Ling held his hand and said, "Let's go back."

Jiang Shuning shook it off. His head was getting more and more painful, and his desire to kill was getting stronger.

Get rid of her and go kill someone.

These were the only two thoughts left in Jiang Shuning's mind.