The divine beast recognized its master, and the dragon girl, destined to kill him, went to the spiri

As he finished speaking, the sword in Di Sizhen's hand became sharper, his eyes seemed to be covered with layers of purple mist, and the chains formed by demonic energy wrapped around Ye Wanqing's ankles at lightning speed, his expression fierce.

"Hehe, let me be honest with you. I know you are the Destiny Dragon Girl. The power of the Great Dao in your hands is specifically designed to restrain the demons from outside our Heavenly Domain. That's why I specifically chose someone who has a deep friendship with you and is from the demon clan. Hehe~ The demon's body is a perfect match for us."

"Even if you use your original power and consume the power of the Great Dao, as long as I don't want you to, no one can separate me from her body. So, either you kill your own junior sister with your own hands, or you wait to be killed by me, hahahahahaha."

Each move made Ye Wanqing tremble, but she was unable to move because of the chains under her feet and could only endure the sharp blade.

Suddenly, there was a muffled groan, and the sharp blade in Di Sizhen's hand pierced Ye Wanqing's chest very smoothly. In an instant, blood gushed out and landed on her face.

Looking at the sharp blade in her hand that had successfully penetrated Ye Wanqing's body, Di Sizhen's expression was obviously a little surprised. If she remembered correctly, this woman was protected by the Delicate Heart of the Lord of the Demon Realm. How could she have stabbed her so easily?

She didn't expect to actually hurt the woman's body, she just wanted to slowly devour her mental power.

However, she did not expect that the sharp blade in her hand would actually pierce Ye Wanqing's body. Although she was confused, the excitement in her heart and the fact that Ye Wanqing's face was visibly turning pale made her subconsciously hide such a strange feeling.

"Hahahahaha, the so-called Destined Dragon Girl is nothing more than that. I don't know how those idiots can be defeated by a woman like you so many times."

Di Sizhen was so absorbed in the excitement of the situation that he didn't notice the corners of Ye Wanqing's lips gradually curling up under her pale face, nor did he sense the strangeness gradually coming from his body.

It was not until he realized that the evil spirit surrounding him had diminished a lot that Di Sizhen gradually realized that something was wrong. Thinking of that possibility, his heart trembled.

She subconsciously used her magic to check her body, her brows twitched, and she looked at the woman in front of her again. Sure enough, there was no trace of paleness or weakness on her already exquisite face, and the woman in front of her just stared at her coldly.

Di Sizhen staggered to her feet, and the black mist rising from her fingertips suddenly became as thin as cotton wool. She stared at her trembling hands in horror. The evil spirit that she once controlled at will was now like a thin frost under the scorching sun, dissipating from between her fingers.

Her eyes widened, and she felt a familiar fishy-sweet taste rising in her throat. Di Sizhen suddenly covered her mouth, but what seeped out from between her fingers was no longer thick black blood, but scarlet blood with a smell of rust.

"You...what on earth did you do to me?!"

Di Sizhen was a little hysterical, with fear, worry, and unprecedented complexity in his eyes.

Seeing that Ye Wanqing didn't respond to her, she seemed to be able to only comfort herself, "Impossible, impossible. Without my permission, how could this woman wake up? It's impossible."

Di Sizhen met Ye Wanqing's cold and murderous eyes, and a hint of fear finally surged in her heart. She staggered back unconsciously, and her back hit the cold sealing formation.

The black fog that originally swirled around him made a strange whimper and turned into a few wisps of green smoke that dissipated into the air.

"How is this going?!"

Her roar echoed in the empty void. The evil demonic energy was the foundation of her foothold as a demon from outside the celestial realm. Now that the demonic energy was dissipating, it was like the disappearance of all spiritual power for ordinary humans.

Cold sweat trickled down her back into her clothes. She suddenly remembered the sharp blade that had pierced Ye Wanqing so easily. Di Sizhen's eyes widened. "It's you! Your blood!"

Ye Wanqing raised her bright red lips slightly and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She slowly stood up, and the Nine Heavens Divine Fire spread in her palm. At the same time, a dark dragon shadow appeared faintly behind her.

"It's too late to know now."

The crimson strange fire moved in the void like a living thing, and the endless evil spirit dissipated wherever it passed. The little evil spirit left in Di Sizhen's body also melted quickly like snow in boiling water.

"No... This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! Ugh—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the evil spirit dissipated completely. Ye Wanqing raised her fingertips lightly, and the indigo light rolled back like the Milky Way, gently but irresistibly enveloping the unconscious Di Sizhen.

Di Sizhen, who had no evil spirit entering her body, was slowly lifted into the sky by the indigo light, her pale skirt moving without wind.

The strange fire dissipated, the light disappeared, and Di Sizhen's body fell powerlessly from the air.

An indigo afterimage flashed by.

Ye Wanqing caught the falling body steadily, and the princess-carrying posture allowed Di Sizhen's delicate shoulders to rest right against her heart.

The person in his arms trembled her eyelashes as she gradually woke up. The misty water vapor condensed into pearls on her eyelashes. Her hands unconsciously hooked around Ye Wanqing's neck, "Senior Sister..."

The sobbing whispers were like crushed moonlight pouring into Ye Wanqing's heart.

"Senior sister is here."

……

in space

"Sister Azhen!"

"Little Nan Qiao!"

Di Sizhen hugged Nan Qiao tightly. They met again after a long separation. Only by holding the person in front of her tightly, the familiar breath could tell her that all this was true.

Senior sister is here, and Nan Qiao is here too.

"Wow, I'm so touched. Finally, one of the master's family members has returned. Wow, I'm so touched."

"It's so touching... oh no, it's so touching for the fish. Resurrection from the dead, reunion after a long separation, reunion of sisters, so touching, woooo."

Looking at the fish and the wolf in front of him crying breathlessly, Feng Yin's mouth twitched slightly, but he couldn't hide the smile in the corner of his eyes.

"I'm not saying anything, Haili, how old are you? Haoyue is still young and crying is fine, but you've already transformed and chosen your gender, why are you still acting like a child?"

Hai Li curled his lips, "What? This is already very touching, it seems like you didn't cry. Oh, right, my tears are golden beads!"

Ye Wanqing's lips curled up slightly, and a smile was about to overflow from her eyes. When she turned around, her expression darkened. She subconsciously touched her chest, and blood oozed faintly from the corner of her mouth.

To be honest, using her own blood and essence to awaken Di Sizhen's soul consciousness was quite harmful to her, but she really had no other choice. Just as the demon from the outer realm said, once they occupied the body of a demon, if they wanted to awaken him again, this was the only way.

It seems that I have to stay in seclusion for a while.

But the Yu family’s affairs are the most urgent matter right now.

"What! Sister Azhen, you are actually the demon princess of the Demon Realm!"

"Yes." Seeing Nan Qiao so excited, Di Sizhen's eyes showed a bit of strangeness, and he crossed his arms over his chest, "There's something wrong with you. Even if I'm the princess of the Demon Realm, you don't have to be so exaggerated."

Nan Qiao thought about what she had learned from the other beasts these days about the relationship between their senior sister and the Lord of the Demon Realm.

Nan Qiao pursed her lips and asked, "Who is the Lord of the Demon Realm?"

"To be precise, I am the eldest princess of the Demon Realm, so the Lord of the Demon Realm, Di Siheng, is naturally my brother."

"Then do you know... the relationship between Senior Sister and the Lord of the Demon Realm? Um... to be precise, it seems that there is no relationship, but it can't be said that there is no relationship either."

Nan Qiao rarely looked so conflicted. "Forget it, listen to me..."

a moment later

A roar sounded.

"What! What's the relationship between Senior Sister and my brother?! So, the scoundrel who bullied Senior Sister and got her pregnant three years ago is my brother?!"

"Ahhhh, Di Siheng, you really are a bastard!"