That was the girl he had always dreamed of, the girl he loved.

Jiu Yue stood at the doorway, his hands braced against the half-open door, gazing at the woman sitting on the couch with a soft and wistful look.

After a long while, he turned around and closed the door behind his back, then walked step by step toward the little female bandit beside the bed.

"My darling, believe me, I truly love you. So, stay with me, okay?"

His voice was deep and so soft that it almost completely dissipated as soon as it came out, as if it had never been uttered.

He had been a Demon Lord for tens of thousands of years, experiencing countless bloody killings, and had never been so humble and gentle.

Words that show no sharpness whatsoever, words that are so humble they are almost like a plea;

At this moment, he humbled himself to the dust, only hoping that this predestined marriage would be fulfilling and happy.

Even though Ji Fengyao could hear the deep affection in his words, she still couldn't understand or accept it.

"Oh no!" The little bandit suddenly lifted the red veil off her head.

As well, she also ripped the exquisitely crafted wreath of flowers from her head.

With a decisive and resolute movement, she pulled off a few strands of her hair, which fell to the side of her exquisitely beautiful face.

It made her already cute round face even more charming, and also made the clear light in her phoenix eyes appear even more cold and ruthless.

She had absolutely no feelings for him.

But Jiu Yue still kept looking at her, trying to find a trace of warmth in her clear eyes, even if it was pity or sympathy.

"Spiritual practice and demonic practices are from completely different worlds."

I don't know why you treat me this way; I suppose it's not out of pure affection.

So you don't need to pretend to be deeply in love with me.

I may look young, but I haven't actually lived for only seventeen years.

Your tricks won't work on me; I won't believe a word of them.

The young female bandit gripped the wreath of death tightly with both hands, her eyes cold and her words indifferent, her fingers tightening their grip even more.

The exquisite wreath of rebirth gradually deformed under her slender, white fingers.

Objects connected to the soul also share the soul.

The young female bandit held the soul weapon as if she were holding Jiu Yue's soul; excruciating pain instantly filled her consciousness.

A hint of pain appeared on Jiu Yue's alluring and beautiful face, but it paled in comparison to the hurt in his eyes: "Didn't you ever have even the slightest affection for me? Then why did you show me so much tenderness back then?"

"If I had known that Shang Beiyu was actually Demon Lord Jiu Yue, I wouldn't have given you a second glance, even if I had burned you myself," the little bandit stared intently into Jiu Yue's pained eyes and said resolutely, "Have you forgotten? You once tried to harm me, and my master and I died one after the other because of that attack. Because of you, I lost my master. The hatred for killing my master is irreconcilable!"

"How...how did you know?" Jiu Yue asked疑惑地猜, "Is Mo Linxian's wisp of soul still there?"

"What...?" Ji Fengyao immediately feigned confusion, then exclaimed excitedly, "My master's soul still exists?"

Jiu Yue was even more suspicious: Could it be that it was the wisp of Mo Linxian's soul in her dream?

How did she know his true identity in this world?

Just then.

The young female bandit suddenly increased the pressure on her hand, almost crushing the wreath of rebirth.

at the same time.

An incomparably powerful aura burst forth from her, and boundless spiritual energy swept through the heavens and earth.

"Little darling, no..." The intense pain caused Jiu Yue's usually straight back to bend slightly, but he still struggled to reach out his right hand to the little female bandit, hoping she would stop.