Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

On the other side, Shen Zhaoshu, who had not appeared for a long time, also appeared in the main seat of the hall. He lazily half-closed his eyes and quietly watched the scene presented in the center of the demonic energy.

The demonic cultivators stood on both sides like dead men, while the left and right protectors watched the scene with great interest.

"Xuan Yi, go and invite Immortal Venerable Wang Yue. Tell her I want to put on a good show for her," he said casually, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Xuan Yi immediately accepted the order and quickly disappeared into the darkness. Not long after, he finally brought Ni Qing to him.

She was dressed in pure white, and looked up at the high-ranking Demon Prince with an ambiguous expression.

Just as Ni Qing was about to ask what she wanted, she saw the scene that appeared in mid-air.

She was dressed in a fiery red, exquisite, and gorgeous wedding gown. Part of her black hair was tied up with a gold hairpin, while the rest hung down to her waist. She walked slowly as "Shen Zhaoshu" led her down from the sedan chair.

She had a cool and beautiful appearance, porcelain-white skin, and full, well-shaped lips, even covered with a thin layer of lip rouge, as if she had been pulled down from an immortal to the mortal world and touched by the scent of everyday life.

Perhaps because Ni Qing rarely smiled, the person in the picture, though smiling, appeared unusually stiff and strange, like a mannequin.

Upon witnessing this scene, Bodhi Immortal Venerable was furious. He immediately withdrew his magic, revealed himself, and pointed at Ni Qing, cursing, "Wang Yue! So you sent a message just to have us come and witness your wedding with this demon?"

Ni Qing turned her head and looked at him coldly without saying a word.

Shen Zhaoshu sat rather sloppily, his eyelashes lowered as he looked down at Ni Qing's displeased expression, raising an eyebrow: "Does Master not like this?"

The Demon Prince smiled and said, "Look, they aren't truly sincere towards you. As soon as you have any connection with the Demon Clan, they immediately turn their backs on you, no matter how well you did before."

What is there about this group of immortals that you should protect or live for? They are only afraid of your abilities and want to use you. A simple illusion has exposed their true colors.

Ni Qing glanced at him indifferently: "So you demons will be truly sincere towards me? What kind of good people are you anyway?"

Xuanzhu's injuries hadn't fully healed; her lips were pale, and she looked very fragile. He had been staring intently at Ni Qing ever since she entered, and seeing Shen Zhaoshu's words, he couldn't help but pout innocently, "Am I the only one who finds this frightening?"

Shen Zhaoshu: "...You look in the mirror every day, why are you afraid of this?"

Ever since Ni Qing made him reflect on his actions that day, he spent all his time recuperating and looking in the mirror. In the end, he was genuinely surprised to find that his skin was really not that great, not even one ten-thousandth as good as Shen Zhaoshu's.

Within the illusion, the immortal disciples cursed at Ni Qing, provoking the demons to immediately attack. Caught off guard, some of their disciples were injured.

Xiu Chen frowned, feeling increasingly uneasy. He said sternly, "We must have fallen into some kind of illusion. All of this is fake. As long as we concentrate, these attacks will definitely be nonexistent."

Bodhi was stunned. So that's how it is? But why does it look so real? He simply stopped resisting and watched as a demonic cultivator wielded a black sword and thrust it at him.

He stood there, looking at her with a self-righteous air, even a bit arrogant.

The sword pierced the white robe, staining it with a splash of blood. Xiu Chen immediately rushed over, his eyes wide with anticipation, and asked, "How are you? Does it hurt? Is this blood an illusion?"

Bodhi felt it for a moment and said, "It doesn't seem to be an illusion; it hurts quite a bit."

Ni Qing in the main hall: "..." What a bunch of idiots!!

While the illusions experienced by ordinary people are indeed just false images created by controlling their minds, who is Shen Zhaoshu? He is the male protagonist, and the things he creates are bound to be more lethal than those of ordinary people.

Even if you discover that it's all fake, there is still real harm. If Shen Zhaoshu had wanted Ni Qing dead back then, she probably wouldn't have lived this long.

The immortals then realized that these attacks were real, and that the "people" in the illusion were all overflowing with demonic energy. After they fell, new ones would join in. After killing for a long time, there were still the same number.

Endless and ever-reborn.

They fought until they were exhausted.

"What should we do? We can't possibly finish this off! My mana is almost depleted!" one of the disciples cried out in despair.

Bodhi frowned, his aura full of confidence: "What are you afraid of? Kill it! Or just die right in front of it, what can it do to you?"

Immortal Clan disciple: "That makes perfect sense."

Ni Qing: "Life is already so short, and you still want to take shortcuts..."

The black-robed youth on the high seat suddenly stood up, walked step by step to her side, casually took her hand, and his eyes were full of twisted possessiveness: "Let's go, Master! Let's go see how these people died?"

Ni Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively tried to break free, but was held tightly and unable to move. The demon subordinates understood and silently placed Ni Qing in the category of Demon Queen.

Xuanzhu's eyes widened, and she immediately stood up: "I want to go too!"

"Guards!" His Highness the Crown Prince, without even looking up, said with a smile, "Take the Right Protector out of here. He is not to be released without my order!"

"Yes!" the demonic cultivators responded in unison.

Shen Zhaoshu led Ni Qing by the hand, walking very slowly, just as he had done in the dream, carefully and meticulously, as if he had found a precious treasure.

Once they reached a secluded spot, Ni Qing turned her head and asked coldly, "Who is that Xuan Zhu to you?"

She had a vague feeling that it was related to Shen Zhaoshu.

His expression remained unchanged: "Who said it necessarily has anything to do with me? He's just an ordinary human being."

Ni Qing stared at him without blinking, her face expressionless.

After a long pause, he finally lowered his head, his voice low and flat: "Xuanzhu is my inner demon." He looked up at her pitifully.

"I didn't tell Master because I was afraid he would blame me for not being strong-willed. Once I've dealt with him, I promise I won't let him get in your way."

He reached out and stroked her face, his eyes filled with infatuation: "Does Master know how I've spent the past year? I've thought of you every single moment, but you haven't even looked for me once."

Shen Zhaoshu leaned down and placed a kiss on her light brown eyes. Through the touch, he could only feel her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Then his kisses fell like raindrops, kissing my forehead, eyes, and the tip of my nose, before finally biting my lips hard.

His Highness the Crown Prince released her hand, cupped her face in his hands, and devoutly and contentedly bit and licked her repeatedly, prying open her lips and teeth without allowing her to refuse, unrestrained and arrogant.

When the long kiss ended, Ni Qing felt the binding spell on her body disappear. Just as she was about to scold him as she was supposed to, she realized that her hand was being held again.

His slender fingers slipped into her palm, their fingers casually and lazily intertwined.

The black-robed youth smiled, a genuine joy in his eyes, and looked down at her with gentle, reserved eyes: "I love Master so much! You must stay by my side forever..."