My Demon Queen

The Demon Clan, the Demon Capital was in dead silence, the atmosphere was as depressing as the dullness before a storm.

Xiaorou led the remaining powerful demons with a serious look, and all of them looked up at the sky.

There, Mu Wushuang was leading the disciples of Yaoguang Fairyland, lining up in a row, like heavenly soldiers and generals, with an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The two groups were like two isolated islands in the raging ocean, standing opposite each other from afar, and the air seemed to have frozen.

At this moment, Mu Wushuang and Xiaorou had complicated expressions in their eyes, and the beautiful memories of the past flashed before their eyes like slides.

Once upon a time, they were both teachers and friends, and spent a warm but short time together in the Empress's Palace.

After watching each other grow at the gathering of heroes, they are happy for each other's efforts.

But the scene at this moment pierced their hearts like a sharp knife.

The cruel reality is like an unbridgeable gap, pushing them ruthlessly to the opposite side.

However, neither of them had any intention of taking the initiative to attack. They just stood facing each other quietly, as if time had stopped because of this entanglement.

"Saint, what should we do now?"

Behind Xiaorou, Lao Niu, who had not been seen for a long time, frowned and broke the silence with a serious face.

Sister Hei on the side was displeased. She swung the four-meter-long sword violently and carried it on her shoulder. The sword flashed coldly in the sun.

Then Sister Hei stared fiercely at Mu Wushuang in the sky and shouted, "What else can we do? The enemy has come to our doorstep, of course we have to kill them!"

Xiaorou frowned slightly and quickly spoke out to stop them: "Don't move for now. The situation is unclear now. Our first priority is to protect the demons and wait for Master and Brother Ye to come back."

Although her voice was not loud, it had unquestionable authority.

Sister Hei was helpless, but she also listened to Xiaorou's words and retreated back to Lao Niu, her face full of reluctance, but there was nothing she could do.

After all, when the empress left the house, she had already announced that all the remaining demons would obey the orders of Saint Xiaorou.

Different from other demons who have no emotions and only know how to obey, Hei Jie and Lao Niu, because they have transplanted human hearts, have simple emotions and desires, and both want to start a war again for the previous war.

Lao Niu watched Hei Jie retreat and quickly spoke to comfort her: "Hei Jie, be patient. If a war breaks out, Lao Niu will give all the enemies to you."

Sister Hei glanced at the smiling Lao Niu and snorted, "You said it. If you dare to steal the head, I will chop you off."

Lao Niu was startled when he heard this, and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Don't worry, don't worry, I, Lao Niu, will never steal your head."

Sister Hei then calmed down a little, and then looked at Xiaorou who was standing in front of the team, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

"With such a personality, can you really lead the demon clan in the future?"

Sister Hei thought so and couldn't help but shook her head slightly.

Lao Niu followed Sister Hei's gaze and looked at Xiao Rou, then thought of Ye An and pondered in his heart.

"I don't know how Ye An is doing. I haven't seen him for a year or two. I don't know if I, Old Niu, will be able to see you again after this..."

Xiao Rou ignored the conversation between Sister Hei and Lao Niu. She knew clearly that the demons and humans had a long-standing grudge against each other and were already mortal enemies. Now that the humans had come to their doorstep, it was only natural for the demons to want to take action.

However, this leader of the human race was exactly the person she least wanted to meet, the one who taught her swordsmanship and demonstrated it to her over and over again without hiding her weakness...

Xiaorou was struggling internally and couldn't help but think of Ye An.

"Perhaps...Brother Ye will also be in a difficult situation..."

On the other hand, Mu Wushuang's mood was even more complicated.

She looked at the familiar blue figure below, and the struggle in her eyes almost overflowed.

The cute little girl who was taught by herself in the Empress's Palace.

The little girl who had come with a bright smile and wanted to compete with her at the gathering of heroes was now standing in the enemy camp. How could she bring herself to attack her?

"What should I do...what should I do?" Mu Wushuang looked at Xiaorou below and asked herself this question over and over again.

But it is difficult to disobey the master's orders, and the revenge of my fellow junior brothers and sisters in the sect must be avenged.

Mu Wushuang was forced to confront Xiaorou with swords...

Beside Mu Wushuang, Princess Changle, who had originally returned to the Tang Kingdom, was also recalled to the Yaoguang Fairyland this time.

Although she had heard of the relationship between Mu Wushuang and Xiaorou before, when she saw with her own eyes that the two of them could not bear to take the first step, she instantly understood that the rumors in the world about the ferocity and cruelty of the demons were nothing but unfounded rumors.

From the news coming from the later assembly of heroes, Princess Changle could also see that the demons intended to train Xiaorou as the future empress.

Perhaps in the future, when Mu Wushuang and Xiaorou are in power at the same time, the demons and humans will really be able to live in peace.

However, everything changed after Mo Ruxue burned nearly half of the disciples of the three holy places.

The hatred between the human race and the demon race erupted like a volcano. Even these two kind-hearted people could not avoid being drawn into the vortex of hatred.

"What a twist of fate! The one who is suffering the most right now is probably Wushuang..." Princess Changle thought.

Then Princess Changle thought of Ye An again. It seemed that everything in the world now revolved around him.

"Could it be... that you are really a disaster star?" Princess Changle pondered over it secretly and stopped thinking about it.

She looked at Mu Wushuang who was still struggling, sighed slightly with heartache, took a step forward, and asked softly: "Wushuang, are you okay?"

Mu Wushuang looked bitter. She turned her head and looked at Princess Changle, her eyes full of helplessness: "Third Senior Sister, what should I do..."

Princess Changle took Mu Wushuang's hand, her eyes full of reluctance: "Senior Sister knows your thoughts and character. If you can't do it, don't force yourself. This is not your fault."

Mu Wushuang felt Princess Changle's comfort, but could only shake her head bitterly.

She is the future leader of Yaoguang Fairyland. The responsibility she carries is like a heavy burden. She has no control over what she does according to her own ideas.

"If I could do it all over again, I don't want to practice anymore. I don't want to join a sect, nor do I want to step into the Tianlin Mountains... and meet someone who can't accept me... you..."

Mu Wushuang lowered her head, her hair falling down, and she looked extremely lonely, like a lonely bird abandoned by the world.

But just as Princess Changle wanted to continue to comfort her, a disciple's urgent and crying voice sounded like thunder:

"The master's ever-burning lamp... has gone out..."