Chapter 377 Conflicts Form a Cocoon, Cracked for Her Sake
Wen Jin's voice was hoarse, like crushed ice.
He seemed oblivious to the gazes of others, focusing solely on Karin.
The Demon Lord leaned forward slightly, his black robes flowing like night in the shadows, making the small vermilion mole on his face even more conspicuous, and his tone was chillingly obsessive:
“My love,” Wen Jin stared at Hua Li, each word seemingly ground out from between his teeth, carrying a cruel tenderness, “is something I do not wish to share with anyone….”
"Not even the slightest bit."
Demons are inherently warlike, cruel, and murderous, and they rarely speak of love. But if they truly commit to someone, they will give their life, their soul, and everything they have to that person without reservation.
Similarly, he could not share his treasures with anyone.
These words turned the atmosphere, which had just eased, back into an icy wall.
Before anyone else could speak, Tuowu, standing behind Wen Jin, shuddered and couldn't hold back any longer.
His mountain-sized body trembled with anxiety. He was about to lean forward to speak when Xiwu quickly covered his mouth.
Tuowu: "!!! Ugh."
Xi Wu Ning Ta: If you don't want to die, don't speak.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, Luo Chuan's leisurely voice followed:
"The Demon Lord is... willing to cling to your 'unique' obsession rather than let Little Pear suffer."
One sentence is extremely venomous.
Instead of offering advice, they added fuel to the fire.
Steward Ao was speechless with astonishment: "No wonder she's a vixen, she's got a knack for sowing discord."
Wen Jin paused slightly, then pursed his lips without speaking, a rare occurrence for him.
He knew that his love might be heavy, shackled, and even somewhat terrifying.
But... that's just the kind of person he is.
They don't know how to handle things gently, let alone how to share with others.
He will only use all his strength, give everything, and stubbornly and desperately beg for equal and absolute exclusivity.
Karin was stunned for a moment.
The despair and obsession in Wen Jin's words were like countless fine needles piercing her chest, bringing waves of bitter pain.
The first thing that appeared in her eyes was not disappointment, but clear tenderness.
Huali understood Wen Jin's tragic past after she came to know his obsessive possessiveness.
Sunset City is barren, twilight stretches on and on. To forge bonds, one must risk tears.
"Wen Jin, I..."
"I will not leave."
Wen Jin interrupted her, his voice filled with resolute determination.
He cared so much that even a simple frown from the girl was interpreted by him as a sign that she was out of the game.
The Demon Lord's eyes, like those of a dying, trapped beast, held a desperate ferocity as he repeated:
"Karin, I... I'm not saying this to make things difficult for you, nor to frighten you. I just want you to understand—"
"That's how my love is: heavy, obsessive, and shackled. Whether you accept it or not, it's there."
"I will not give up just because you refuse, nor will I have to be the same as everyone else just because you say it's true."
"On the contrary, I will do it my own way."
"Oh?" Yan Xi, who had been silent until now, suddenly looked up. A faint smile played on his lips, and his deep blue eyes swept lightly over Wen Jin. "Give me your all? Demand exclusive possession?"
"As expected of the decisive and efficient Demon Lord of Sunset City." The little bird's tone was undisguisedly provocative, and she tilted her head slightly, seemingly puzzled.
"So, you're saying you intend to take on all four of us by yourself?"
The moment he finished speaking, Wen Jin's gloomy and malevolent aura instantly materialized into a black storm.
But the little bird seemed completely oblivious, still smiling and speaking with a cold, disdainful look:
"He's only at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage."
"Who gave you that confidence?"
Tuowu was instantly furious!
With the strength of an ox, he broke free from Xiwu's restraints and rushed over, ready to fight the little bird to the death.
But the Little Bird Fan Club is no pushover either.
Shrimp Bro immediately tossed his little bow tie and rushed forward, unleashing two electric cannon shots!
Even when transformed into slender, white hands, the power of Shrimp Bro's massive pincers should not be underestimated.
Tuowu immediately dressed up as a little dragon, with two shiny horns growing out of his forehead.
He was stunned for a moment and was about to fight back, but looking at the little girl with red lips and white teeth wearing a little skirt, he felt like he was bullying a little girl, so he hesitated for a long time before he could bring himself to do it.
Tuowu: "Eek..."
Shrimp Bro pointed and said, "Stop it now!"
Tuowu fell silent instantly.
On the other side, Wen Jin sneered, his cold and piercing retort about to spill out—
"Amitabha."
Lian Zhuo's voice first spread a gentle ripple in the stagnant air.
The Buddhist monk's gaze fell on Huali, and only after seeing the hidden difficulty between the girl's brows did he look at the Demon Lord.
"Wen Jin".
Lian Zhuo's gaze pierced through Wen Jin's layers of icy coldness and violence, reaching his blood-soaked interior.
"You say you've given your all, seeking only peace of mind. But whether you imprison birds with storms or embrace warm jade with ice, what you gain is peace of mind or deeper bewilderment. Perhaps the Demon Lord knows best in his heart."
Wen Jin paused slightly.
The Buddhist disciple's words carried no reproach, yet possessed a profound understanding of the ways of the world. Each word was like a precise silver needle, piercing the hidden corners of the Demon Lord's heart.
Why did he come? Why is he sitting here?
Ultimately, it all boils down to the fear of losing.
He was even more afraid that his love would turn into a sharp blade that would hurt the girl.
"Huali is in a dilemma." Lianzhuo transmitted her voice directly to the Demon Lord, "If your love is truly as passionate as you say, you shouldn't have put her in such a torn situation."
"Don't you really understand why others compromise?"
Wen Jin's violent aura suddenly froze.
He followed Lian Zhuo's gaze and looked at Hua Li.
The girl stood there, like a flower branch in the wind, her eyes filled with pity and helplessness, yet she stubbornly refused to look away for even a moment.
She was in a dilemma.
This realization was like a bucket of cold water mixed with ice, poured over the burning embers of possessiveness.
He could ignore Luo Chuan and the merman's provocations, and he could crush all obstacles, but he couldn't... couldn't bear the girl showing such an expression because of him.
Wen Jin's throat bobbed with difficulty, and all the more obsessive and crazy words that were about to come out were blocked back by the sentence "She is in a difficult position".
Finally, the Demon Lord slowly closed his eyes and let out a trembling sigh, like a weary crane bowing its head.
He...didn't say anything.
But this silent resignation and the forced suppression of hostility are themselves a form of compromise.
Luo Chuan raised an eyebrow, the smile on his face fading slightly as he watched the two tigers fight from the sidelines, and he did not press his advantage.
Instead, he glanced at Lian Zhuo casually.
Everyone says that Buddhist disciples are compassionate and untainted by worldly dust, but he sees it differently.
His words just now, seemingly meant to quell the dispute, were actually a masterstroke, easily breaching the weakest link in Wen Jin's stubborn fortress.
In this way, not only was the tense situation resolved, but a sense of "understanding" and "helping out" was subtly planted in Xiaohuali's heart.
This subtle, pervasive influence, capable of guiding the situation, is what we should pay the most attention to.
Luo Chuan reached out and supported his temples, a silent smile curving his lips.
"Little Pear Blossom, I'm looking forward to the days to come more and more."
Karin: "???"
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