The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

Nan Xingchen's spiritual power was still leaking out bit by bit, and her breath was getting weaker and weaker. She choked up and said, "After all the changes in the world, you will eventually forget me, right?"

"You are so cruel, little devil. Are you going to let me watch you die in my arms?"

It's really too cruel...

The softest part of Su Muwei's heart was hit hard. He felt that every breath was painful. Every breath brought pain to his internal organs and limbs.

The wound on his arm was stretched open, blood was flowing down his sleeve, but he seemed to have lost consciousness.

He didn't even blink.

Nan Xingchen lifted her heavy eyelids and looked at him, the tears in her eyes no longer able to control themselves and flowed down.

"Su Muwei, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have provoked you..."

Su Muwei leaned over, bit her trembling lips, and smiled sadly: "What are you apologizing for? If you want to talk about provoking me, I was the one who provoked you first."

He stared at her without blinking, afraid that the woman in his arms would disappear if he blinked. "I practice the ruthless way. The reason why the barrier of the abyss of the demon world is loose and fierce beasts frequently escape is because I fell in love..."

Nan Xingchen's lips were still warm from his actions, and she asked him with red eyes, "Do you regret it?"

Su Muwei shook his head and smiled: "I don't regret it. It feels good to be loved by someone."

He pinched her cheek and said, "Xing'er, you once said that once you've chosen someone, it's for life, and you can't give up. We can't give up..."

"You stupid fox...sometimes you are really stupid...but sometimes you are so cute..."

Nan Xingchen coughed twice, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her lips. Afraid that he would worry, she forced herself to swallow the fishy sweetness in her mouth.

"But Xing'er just likes the silly you... You are not some demon lord... You are just you..."

Nan Xingchen felt a sharp pain in his dantian, as if his bones and blood were crushed: "For my brother... Xing'er really likes you... Xing'er does not regret... being your woman..."

After she finished speaking, Nan Xingchen took a few deep breaths. She spoke that short sentence with great difficulty.

Su Muwei grabbed her hand and put it to his heart, and said with every word dripping blood: "Xing'er, you said that no matter what happens, you must not let go, and you are not allowed to give up. You must do what you say..."

After saying that, he sniffed, and a sticky substance dripped onto Nan Xingchen's face and spread to the corners of his lips.

It tastes salty.

Are these the Demon Lord's tears! ?

The Demon Lord is admired by all demons, and the people look at him with awe, respect, fear, and fear...

Various emotions were intertwined, but there was no pity or compassion.

In the eyes of the world, the Demon Lord is an unattainable god, a figure like the Yama who takes lives.

Who can understand the helplessness and sadness of the Demon Lord! ?

Being born a demon doesn't mean you are heartless, it's just that you are bound too tightly by that position and dare not show any emotion.

He was wrapped in a thick shell, disguising himself as cold and heartless, without desires or requests, and treacherous and unpredictable.

The hard shell was pried open bit by bit by the woman in his arms, and then crushed to reveal the bloody flesh inside.

He then realized that he could be happy, sad, and afraid, and that he loved bright lights, fireworks, and the beauty of the world...

She was the only one in the world, his only star, who did not regard him as the devil. She looked at him with tenderness and love.

Nan Xingchen looked at Su Muwei with a dull gaze. Perhaps it was an illusion that what was dripping on her face was his blood, not her tears.

How could he cry!?

Nan Xingchen gritted her teeth and tried desperately to take another look at him, but no matter how hard she tried, the man's figure gradually faded in her pupils.

The past came flooding back to her. She grinned and spoke with difficulty, "For my brother... I'm afraid Xing'er will... say something wrong this time..."

Tears flowed down her face, and the tears, mixed with blood, flowed to Su Muwei's chest. She pursed her lips tightly, not allowing herself to make any sound.

She wanted to force a smile, and she wanted to leave in his arms with a smile.

Su Muwei lowered his head suddenly, and when he saw her "smile", his heart was suddenly broken.

Su Muwei turned his head, avoiding Nan Xingchen's gaze, his eyes fixed on somewhere unknown, this "smile" was truly horrible.

"Xing'er, you can't. I won't allow you to. We agreed to travel the world together. If you're not here, who should I go with?"

His voice was filled with infinite sorrow and a hint of begging.

Nan Xingchen looked at him, blood gushing out of the corners of her lips again. How could she leave him behind?!

She smiled and pretended to be relaxed, "For my brother... maybe, maybe, you will meet another woman... who makes your heart beat faster, and then..."

"Xing'er, you are a bewitching enchantress. You stole my heart, can you take it back? Where can I find another Xing'er who is exactly like me..."

Su Muwei's voice was extremely hoarse. He lowered his head, held her hand tightly, and let her palm rest against his cheek.

"Well... for my brother, Xing'er... I'm so tired..."

Nan Xingchen nodded in response. She was really too tired and slowly closed her eyes.

These eyes are as crystal clear as glass, and they are clever and cute. They can be happy, proud, yearning, worried, angry, and sad...

Closed forever...

The arms around Su Muwei loosened and fell straight down, her face pressed against his chest, and she slowly lost consciousness.

The last bit of color faded from that gorgeous face.

The woman felt that she was not dead, she was just too tired and fell asleep. Her thoughts drifted to the Crescent Lake courtyard thousands of miles away.

The sun poured down onto the tops of the pear trees in the courtyard, and lying on a rattan chair under the tree was an elegant young man in white.

The scene changed, and there was a big fool chasing after her, calling her Madam...

After surviving the catastrophe, she became his woman in the wooden house in that small courtyard...

Su Muwei held the woman tightly in his arms and watched her die.

His star died, and he watched his star leave but was powerless to do anything.

He raised his hand to wipe away the blood at the corners of Nan Xingchen's lips and the tears at the corners of his eyes, but the more he wiped, the more blood appeared, and his vision gradually became blurred.

Even the outline of the woman in his arms could not be seen clearly.

Hot tears fell on her, and Su Muwei heard the sound of her own heart breaking.

The heart that had become hot because of her gradually cooled down and turned into ice.

He waved his palm into the air.

Boom——

A loud thunder exploded from the sky, as if the whole world was shaking violently.

Immediately—

The wind was blowing violently and black rain began to fall from the sky. At that moment, it seemed as if it wanted to swallow up all the demons in the world.

The sound of black rain, carrying a strong smell of blood, burned the Demon Lord's heart into pieces.

The Demon Lord’s scarlet eyes were sacred and inviolable. He stared deeply at the demon who was fighting with the three demon kings.

He pursed his lips and said in a cold voice: "Any demons who escape from the Abyss without my permission will be killed without mercy!"