Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

Qi Nian's body was stiff, and he turned a deaf ear to Fu Yuan's words. His eyes were still fixed on Wen Ling, watching her smiling beautifully at another man.

His heart sank heavily, and a piercing pain came over him, making Qinian subconsciously want to bend down.

His eyelashes trembled violently and his eyes darkened. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but the sourness and burning sensation in his bones made his lips begin to tremble. His breathing was extremely unstable, but he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.

Wen Ling pulled Fu Yuan back to the huge black jade throne with strange carvings. They sat down together. Wen Ling's eyes swept over Jiu Er and Jiu San standing in the corner.

Seeing them both nod, Wen Ling's beautiful eyes smiled more sincerely.

Then he quickly moved backward to Qinian's side.

The fragrance of peach blossoms hit his face, causing Qi Nian, who had originally lowered his eyes with a dead look, to quickly open them.

Looking at Wen Ling's beautiful smiling face, his brain was faster than his hands. He quickly and tightly grasped Wen Ling's hand as if it were a life-saving straw.

With that much force, Wen Ling felt that her hands must have turned red.

Facing his blushing eyes that revealed extreme anxiety, Wen Ling raised her other hand to soothe the corners of his eyes.

"Wen Ling, are you plotting against me?"

Fu Yuan's roaring and violent voice was heard, showing his anger at the moment.

The little demons on both sides, who had let down their guard and sat down to drink, stood up again, but this time they couldn't stand up.

Wen Ling didn't pay any attention to the monsters on both sides, but looked straight into Fu Yuan's angry eyes. His pupils suddenly appeared, red like a burning flame.

Fu Yuan tried to mobilize the demonic power in his body, but he felt that the demonic power in his body was condensing. He tried to mobilize it suddenly but vomited blood.

"what have you done?"

Fu Yuan's eyebrows were fierce. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the bright red on it, and looked up at Wen Ling with murderous eyes.

Jiuyi, Jiuer, and Jiusan appeared behind Wen Ling at the same time.

Luo You also stood behind Wen Ling.

"Luo You, are you and her colluding to plot against me?"

Fu Yuan looked at Luo You in disbelief. Among all his protectors, he valued Luo You the most. He was not unaware of Wen Ling at this wedding banquet, so he let Luo You take full charge.

Instead, I gave them an opportunity to take advantage of me.

Wen Ling held Qi Nian's hand in return and looked at Luo You who was standing behind him.

Luo You's eyes were numb, like a wooden man without any consciousness.

Luo You did play a big role in her plan. Only Luo You could make Fu Yuan defenseless. At first, she didn't know why. It was not until Wen Ling went to Jiangming Mountain that she found out that Luo You had died a long time ago, but Fu Yuan had bound his soul to him in some unknown way.

This is just a coincidence. When Yan Meng was in Mengli City, he had studied this for thousands of years and had gained a lot of experience in order to reunite Sheng Zimo's soul.

Before leaving, Yan Meng gave her a treasure that could be used to control the souls wandering in this world.

It just so happened that Luo You was among them.

A bottle of Jiuyousha appeared in Wen Ling's hand.

"Nine Nether Valley only has this one bottle, and now it's all been used on you."

Fu Yuan tried to mobilize his demonic power again, and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Raising his hand to casually wipe it off, Fu Yuan smiled coldly, raised his head and lowered his eyes to look at Wen Ling.

"It is my honor then."

"You're welcome."

Wen Ling said lightly, then looked at Jiuyi.

"It's time to start the formation."

Wen Ling took a few steps forward, and Qi Nian followed her steps closely, never taking his eyes off her.

"I have improved the Zhuxian formation. Now it is no longer called Zhuxian, but Zhumo."

The entire ground of the hall was flashing with golden-yellow auspicious light. Fu Yuan's face suddenly changed, the blood color on his face faded, and the demonic energy in his body seemed to be absorbed by this formation.

The victor is the king and the loser is the bandit. Fu Yuan laughed loudly and looked at Wen Ling, who looked confident and arrogant, with burning eyes.

Should I say she is worthy of being the woman he has been obsessed with for hundreds of years? Even at this time, even though she wants his life, he still thinks she deserves to die.

"A Ling, you should know that the reason why the entire human race fears my demon race is because of my existence."

Fu Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth again, and the strong emotions in his eyes faded a little when he looked at Wen Ling.

"If I die, and the human race becomes stronger and launches a counterattack, a war between the two races will be inevitable."

"Don't be naive, A Ling. What peaceful coexistence? Between the human race and the demon race, there can only be one winner."

Wen Ling's expression remained unchanged.

"That's what you think."

The sins of killing that Fu Yuan has committed over the past thousands of years cannot be redeemed even if it takes thousands or even millions of years. Not only the human race, but also the demon race, all those who disobey him will be killed. Everyone must obey his orders, and he will always be in absolute control.

All those under his control live according to his will.

Fu Yuan chuckled softly, "I thought, hahahahaha."

Fu Yuan stretched out his arms. He was already in this position and could not resist at all.

"Then come on."

He looked straight at Wen Ling, waiting for her to take his life.

The Fuyuan and Bushi tribes were in turmoil, so she closed her eyes.

He took out the wooden sword he had taken from Qinian. Qinian, who was standing beside him, looked at the sword with trembling eyes.

Suddenly he understood why his inner demon, which should have been even more irritable than his, behaved out of character after hearing the news of Wen Ling's marriage.

It turned out that he had known Wen Ling's plan for a long time.

Although Fu Yuan's face seemed pale, his expression was still full of dignity and pride, as if he was not the one who was about to be killed.

Wen Ling glanced at Fu Yuan and lowered her eyes.

From a personal point of view, anyone in this world has more reason to kill Fu Yuan than her. After all, although Fu Yuan forced her to do many things she didn't like over the past few hundred years, it was far from the extent that made her want to kill him.

This is just from a personal perspective.

Wen Ling also considered handing the wooden sword to Qinian and letting him do it. But he knew Fu Yuan well, and he would rather die at her hands than be killed by her. He was afraid that if she handed the wooden sword to Qinian now, Fu Yuan would feel that she was humiliating him.

Wen Ling couldn't help but laugh when she thought of this. Even at this point, she found her pretentiousness ridiculous.

The wooden sword in his hand flew into the air and stabbed heavily into the center of the formation.

In an instant, a golden light surged towards Fuyuan. The strong demonic power and the golden light full of blessings and fortune collided with each other. The little demon with little Taoism skills was swept out of the hall by the sharp force brought about by the collision of the two auras.

The golden light disappeared in an instant, and Fu Yuan's figure was no longer seen on the black jade seat that symbolized the Demon King's throne.

Wen Ling took a deep breath and walked up the stairs.

Jiuyi then stood beside Wen Ling.

"From today on, the Demon King has changed his master. Those who obey me will come to me to receive the antidote. Those who refuse to obey and want to follow the previous master, we will not stop them."