Chapter 111
He instinctively reached out to touch it, but couldn't reach it, and his tone became tense again:
"I'm sorry, brother. I've never looked in a mirror before, and I don't know if I even have one... I'm so sorry..."
Yueying frowned and interrupted, "No need to apologize. You don't always have to be so cautious. As long as you haven't done anything wrong, there's no need to apologize."
After saying that, Yueying followed Lingwu's example, kneaded a handful of Zhuyuan's candied hawthorn, glanced at the sky, and then looked at the candied hawthorn in Zhuyuan's hand.
"Eat it, it'll melt soon."
Zhu Yuan nodded, holding the candied hawthorn skewer, her eyes still filled with confusion.
After turning around, Yueying let out a soft breath.
The Immortal Venerable must have noticed it too, but he doesn't know the identity of this little brat who seems more and more familiar.
Zhu Yuan, who remained in place, took a bite of the candied hawthorn, and the sweet and sour taste filled her entire taste buds.
My heart felt sweet, as if I had found a home.
Being with my sister always makes me feel fulfilled.
Lingwu knew, of course, that it was because of the incompleteness of the soul. As a spirit of the underworld, souls would be nourished by her presence.
Judging by the days to come, the owner of the incomplete soul will be coming soon.
at night
The boy on the tatami mat had his brows furrowed, as if he was sleeping restlessly. The beauty mark under his eye was even more clearly visible at this moment, and a dark mist was gradually gathering between his brows.
He seemed to be having a nightmare; his delicate and gentle face was now covered in tears, and his usual hesitant and cautious demeanor was now tinged with gloom.
A black mist suddenly appeared in front of the altar, seemingly tainted with the purest evil thoughts in the world, causing one to feel inexplicably irritable upon seeing it.
As the bright white moon outside gradually turned blood-red, the black mist slowly transformed into human form.
Black hair, purple eyes, and black clothes.
His thin lips were slightly pursed, his face was as handsome as a god, yet it exuded a wicked charm.
At this moment, he was looking down at the person on the bed, his brows furrowed in indifference, as if the young boy on the bed was merely a vessel for him.
"wish."
His lips moved slightly, his voice hoarse and low, yet mixed with some inexplicable complex emotion.
Beneath his indifference lay a hint of heartache that he himself was unaware of.
The young boy on the bed seemed to hear someone calling him; his eyelashes trembled slightly, showing signs of waking up.
On the roof
Ling Wu rotated the domain circle, and a hint of surprise appeared in Yue Ying's peach blossom eyes beside her.
It was him!
No wonder he found the name "Blessing" familiar!
The black jade whip handle fell into Ling Wu's hand. The whip, breathing in the fresh air, was now somewhat eager and excited.
Seeing this, Lingwu raised her hand and pressed it down.
"Good boy, you can eat in a little while."
Yueying swallowed hard, then took a deep breath and patted Xiaobai's head. "Xiaobai, assess the situation later. If anything goes wrong, go to the Immortal Venerable for help!"
"Woof~" Little White answered decisively!
Upon hearing this, Ling Wu turned her head and smiled.
"Thank you, Xiaoyue, but it's probably not necessary."
As soon as Ling Wu finished speaking, she tossed the domain ring in her hand upwards, confining an area of a hundred miles within her domain.
The golden bracelet stood opposite the blood moon, one exuding an evil and eerie aura, while the other was full of holiness.
"Keep a close eye on Xiaoyuan. If anything seems amiss, immediately send a telepathic message to me." Ling Wu said calmly, her voice carrying an irresistible power of law.
"Your humble servant obeys!" Yueying's usual languid and alluring demeanor vanished, replaced by a serious expression.
This is the first time he has shown his skills in front of the Immortal Venerable, and he cannot afford to make any mistakes!
Below, the purple-eyed man, who was at a critical moment, suddenly paused, his complex emotions vanishing, leaving only killing intent.
"If you do not show yourself now, you will never have another chance to interrupt me." The man turned away coldly.
Just as a wisp of black mist was about to enter Zhu Yuan's body, it was repelled by a beam of platinum-gold light.
"What does the Demon Lord intend to do by coming to the mortal realm without a reason?" Ling Wu stood outside the door, the blood moon hanging in the sky, and she was dressed in an elaborate red dress.
Beneath that exquisitely beautiful face, even the few rough little hairpins in her hair seemed like celestial treasures.
In her drooping, pale hand, she held a long whip made of black jade, which still shone with a holy, white-gold radiance under the red moon.
Its color seemed to be born to counter demons like him.
The purple-eyed man's initial indifference and disgust slowly transformed into piety and appreciation upon seeing Ling Wu.
The woman before him seemed to be his deity, making him dare not have the slightest negative emotion.
But demons are born to respond to negative emotions.
He thought of the young man on the couch behind him, a low, alluring chuckle playing on his lips:
"Isn't the Immortal Enforcement Venerable the same? Moreover, he approached a mortal child under the guise of a mortal."
"The Demon Lord says his clone is a mortal child?" Ling Wu asked rhetorically, her eyes filled with a mixture of gentleness and allure.
The man with purple eyes had slightly drooping eyelashes, and the beauty mark under his eye gave him an air of pitifulness.
"The original self a hundred years ago was indeed just an ordinary mortal child."
Lingwu didn't want to listen to his self-narration, and only tilted her head to glance at the obedient and soft appearance of the young boy on the bed.
"Come out. If nothing unexpected happens, tonight should be Xiaoyuan's last peaceful night's sleep."
After today, I fear that every night will be filled with the painful nightmares of the person in front of me.
Lingwu turned around.
The purple-eyed man who remained in place repeated a sentence in a low voice:
"Xiao Yuan..."
He didn't know why, but a smile inexplicably appeared on his lips, and then he stepped out of the room.
The door closed without a breeze, and Yueying, dressed in red, stood in the room. He glanced down at Xiaobai, then sighed helplessly.
"We chased away two, and another one came."
The moonlight was hazy, and a red moon hung high on the branch.
Ling Wu withdrew her gaze from Wang Yue and calmly addressed the purple-eyed man who had followed her:
"The Demon Lord has appeared in the world, and he is so brazen as to make sure that no one knows about it."
The man with purple eyes pursed his lips. "My name is Zhu Yuan."
As he finished speaking, his gaze fixed on Ling Wu's skirt.
He suppressed his trembling fingertips and forced his gaze away from Lingwu's skirt.
Since becoming the Demon Lord, the six realms have been unable to find even the slightest weakness in him.
But now, this only weakness has been exposed to this immortal venerable from the celestial realm.
Even this weakness is now regarded as their deity.
Zhu Yuan lowered his gaze.
None of the beings, large or small, in the Six Realms could have guessed that his weakness was that he was a pitiful little worm living in the mortal world, vulnerable to being bullied by everyone.
After all, they were all confident that as the Demon Lord, he would not needlessly expose his weaknesses to the mortal realm, let alone provide any protection.
The enforcement whip in Ling Wu's hand, imbued with the power of laws, was impossible for Zhu Yuan to ignore.
"There's no need to introduce yourself anymore." Ling Wu said, then stepped forward with her whip.
"If you don't like it, then I won't mention it again." Zhu Yuan didn't dodge, standing straight in place.
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