Reborn as a tree, the peerless god is obsessed

Luo Yaner nodded hurriedly, "Sister, you're right. It's just that mother made a serious mistake and has been punished. I..."

Xue Yao stood in front of Luo Yan'er. There was no mercy in her eyes, only cold determination.

She interrupted Luo Yan'er coldly, "No need to explain. When you decided to push me off the Jingxiantai, you should have expected this day to come."

Xueyao's voice was calm and firm, and every word she said was like a heavy hammer, hitting Luo Yaner's heart hard.

A trace of fear flashed in Luo Yaner's eyes. She had never thought that everything she had carefully planned would eventually backfire on her in this way.

Did her cultivation, her pride, everything she had, vanish into thin air at this moment?

Xue Yao raised her hand, and a flash of ice-blue light appeared, destroying all of Luo Yan'er's cultivation. "Since your cultivation will only harm others, forget it. Become an ordinary immortal and live a good life."

There was no warmth in her words.

Death is the simplest thing, she doesn't want Luo Yaner to get away with it so easily.

For someone like Luo Yan'er, death is not the most severe punishment. Letting her live, living in endless regret and pain, is the greatest torture for her.

Isn't Luo Yan'er jealous of her? Then let her be jealous and keep being jealous.

Luo Yaner opened her eyes wide and her eyes lit up. Xue Yao didn't want her life?

The next moment, her body fell to the ground weakly, her eyes filled with unwillingness and fear.

She wanted to scream, but found that she couldn't even make a sound.

Her cultivation, everything she had was taken away. She was now just an ordinary fairy, unable to cast any spells anymore.

Luo Yan'er was scared. At this moment, she was more scared than ever before.

Xueyao is a devil, a devil.

Seeing the fear in Luo Yan'er's eyes, Xue Yao taunted: "Don't worry, I won't take your life."

Luo Yan'er suddenly looked up and looked over in disbelief.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, Xue Yao's voice rang out again, "However, if I spare your life, you still have to do one thing well."

Xue Yao's voice sounded again. She did not look back, but her words were like a sharp sword, piercing Luo Yan'er's heart.

Luo Yaner asked nervously, "What's the matter?"

Xue Yao took a step closer and said, "From now on, do more good deeds to make up for your past mistakes. If you do evil again, I will never forgive you."

There was a hint of warning in her voice, her words laced with unquestionable determination.

As he spoke, an ice-blue mist hit Luo Yan'er.

Luo Yan'er heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and quickly agreed, "Don't worry, sister. I will definitely do it."

But before she could finish her words, she felt a sharp pain in her heart that seemed to want to kill her.

This, of course, did not escape Xue Yao's eyes. "What? You still dare to harm me? Forget it. From now on, if you have the intention to harm others, you will be retaliated. Humph!"

Xueyao's figure completely disappeared from Luo Yan'er's sight. Luo Yan'er curled up on the ground in pain, her heart filled with fear.

From now on, she could no longer have any hostility towards Xue Yao, otherwise the pain would come again and make her suffer.

Xueyao turned to leave when she heard a faint voice behind her. Luo Yaner, with her remaining strength, grabbed the hem of Xueyao's clothes. Xueyao stopped and looked down at her coldly.

"Sister, please give me a chance. I know I was wrong." Luo Yan'er's face was covered with tears.

Xue Yao was unmoved and said coldly: "I begged you like this before, but did you ever let me go?" Then she shook off Luo Yan'er's hand.

Luo Yan'er collapsed to the ground, looking at Xueyao's receding back, her heart filled with despair.

Her face was as pale as paper, and her cultivation was draining out of her body bit by bit, like silk being peeled off from a cocoon.

Her body was shaking, like a dead leaf about to wither, swaying helplessly in the cold wind.

Xue Yao's decision was like a sharp sword, which not only cut off her cultivation, but also severed all her pride and self-esteem.

Xueyao turned and left, her figure gradually blurred in Luo Yaner's sight. Luo Yaner wanted to reach out and grab her, but found that her hands were too weak to lift.

Her heart was filled with regret. She regretted her jealousy, her greed, and everything.

When Luo Feng arrived, Xue Yao had already left.

He looked at Luo Yan'er lying on the ground, his heart filled with helplessness.

He had no way to undo what Xueyao had done to Luo Yaner. All he could do was comfort her.

Xueyao made no secret of her revenge on Minxia and Luo Yaner, and soon the news spread throughout the Heavenly Palace.

When the Demon King heard the news, he could hardly contain his joy. He immediately ordered his men to prepare a sumptuous banquet, and then drank happily.

Before this, he had no idea that Xue Yao had suffered such great humiliation and injustice. If he had known about this earlier, he would have stood up without hesitation and avenged her.

In the magnificent and majestic palace of the Demon King, he sat alone on the throne that symbolized supreme power, gently holding an extremely exquisitely crafted wine glass in his right hand, slowly turning it, as if he was deep in thought.

His eyes, as deep as the sea, flashed with an elusive and complex light, which contained both deep sympathy for the pain Xueyao had endured and sincere admiration for her tenacious will and wise choices.

The Demon King knew very well that the decision Xue Yao made when facing her enemy this time was extremely wise.

Unlike most people, she did not simply rely on bloody and brutal killings to vent her hatred. Instead, after careful consideration, she chose a more profound and long-lasting form of punishment.

This approach not only demonstrated Xue Yao's wisdom and strategy far beyond that of ordinary people, but also made the Demon King look at her with admiration, and his love for her grew even deeper.

"Xueyao, Xueyao, I didn't expect you to grow to this level. You really make me look at you with even greater respect!" The Demon King murmured to himself, unable to hide his admiration in his words.

I saw him slightly raise the corners of his mouth, outlining a faint smile, and that smile was as warm as the spring breeze.

Then, the Demon King slowly stood up and walked towards the window with graceful steps.

He stood there quietly, his eyes looking out the window at the distant night sky. The stars twinkled like brilliant gems inlaid in the black sky, beautiful and mysterious.

The demon king gazed at the vast starry sky, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

He was full of anticipation and looked forward to Xueyao's future development. He knew that Xueyao had unlimited potential and would definitely become a powerful person in the future.

For this reason, he is willing to do his best to protect and support her, and will never back down no matter what difficulties and obstacles he encounters.

"Xueyao, you will always be my pride!" The words of the Demon King continued to echo in this empty palace, as if to convey this deep affection and expectation to the person far away.

At this moment, his eyes were extremely firm and deep, like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with eternal light.