Chapter 72 Chapter 72 Her Hairband
Zhou Li's heartbeat stopped at this moment.
There was only silence in my ears.
He couldn't hear Lu Rong's thoughts.
Zhou Li felt a sharp pain in his heart from being stabbed by Lu Wen. His proud head lowered again and again, and his long hair fell from his shoulders, hiding all the emotions on his face.
Only drops of water dripped from his pale chin, like tears sliding from the corners of his eyes.
The entire hall was so silent that it seemed as if there was no life at all, and everyone felt the air suddenly become gloomy and heavy.
Not daring to move, they all subconsciously held their breath, fearing that if they made even the slightest noise, they would die at the hands of the emperor sitting high on the throne.
But after a long period of silence, the person in the high position remained silent. The dim light made it impossible to discern his expression or guess what he was thinking at the moment.
They could only use their peripheral vision to see the only white in the darkness. They found that the emperor who had returned after many years away had become even more elusive and terrifying, which made people want to guess what had happened to the emperor over the years.
At this time, the sound of footsteps gradually became clearer in the silent hall. Cheng Liu stepped into the hall, followed by Zhou Ran. He saw Zhou Li sitting on the high seat at a glance.
He was still dressed in pure white, which made the surrounding darkness seem even darker, as if a thick, impenetrable fog enveloped everything around him. He was not a savior, but more like a cold-eyed bystander.
Cheng Liu's arrival did not change Zhou Li's expression; he didn't even look at either of them.
Cheng Liu came up to him and didn't even kneel, but just bowed slightly: "My Lord, now that you have returned, I will tell you everything about the demon world."
Zhou Li just gently stroked the cracked sword and looked at Cheng Liu. His dark pupils merged with the darkness, making it impossible to see his true emotions.
Cheng Liu could feel that Zhou Li was even colder and more stern than before.
But he knew clearly that this was the background he should have.
Cheng Liu said, "In recent years, the demon world, with the exception of Wujie City, has been plagued by miasma, making it difficult to survive. Therefore, I led the people of the demon world to occupy several cities in the human world, and let the human race serve us."
As soon as Cheng Liu finished speaking, someone echoed: "The Demon Lord has done a lot for the demon world over the years."
"If there were no Demon Lord, who knows what the demon world would be like now." Those who were afraid to breathe before, perhaps after seeing Cheng Liu and feeling that they had a backer, began to speak more.
"He did do a lot of things, all of them were insidious." Other voices also emerged, and the originally silent hall now had a bit more noise.
Zhou Li did not stop anyone, but just reached out and took the booklet from Cheng Liu's hand and opened it.
He slowly read through the pages of things he remembered clearly, as if he was deliberately bringing them out to take credit.
Cheng Liu said from the side: "Over the years, I and the entire demon world have been waiting for your return."
After he finished speaking, Zhou Li raised his lips with a faint smile: "Then what do you want?"
"Cheng Liu doesn't want anything." Cheng Liu said humbly and respectfully, "This is all I should do."
"Demon Lord, you have worked hard for so many years. Even if you have no credit, you have worked hard..." The person who spoke below was the first to show up.
But before he could finish his words, he was hit hard and flew away, and the person who hit him was Cheng Liu.
The blood came too fast and too quickly, and even Zhou Ran didn't have time to react. Cheng Liu had already been smashed to the ground, and a deep pit was smashed into the originally hard black stone floor, spreading with bright red blood.
Cheng Liu, who had just been standing beside Zhou Li, was now lying on the ground spitting out bright red blood, and the man who stood up for him had already died.
The whole place fell silent for a moment, and the survivors subconsciously held their breath again.
Zhou Li stood up: "Very interesting."
The four words were as light as the booklet he threw out, and fell lightly on Cheng Liu's face. The ice cracks flew out instantly and pierced Cheng Liu's eyebrows directly.
Zhou Ran wanted to stop him, but a cold light erected a high wall that completely blocked him.
Cheng Liu looked at the sword pointing at him in horror, but the tip of the sword did not come closer, but just pressed against his eyebrows, like a threat.
"Zhou Ran, what does this have to do with you?" Zhou Li looked at him. "Do you really think an arrogant and incompetent puppet can help you find what you want?"
Zhou Ran's face darkened: "Zhou Li, what do you want to do?"
Zhou Ran knew clearly that Zhou Li had discovered Cheng Liu's problem.
"When you ask this question, you should think about what you want to do." Zhou Li held Bingchuang and looked down at the embarrassed Cheng Liu with a sneer.
"You said that his death will affect your ability to find the remaining soul of the goddess?" His words made Zhou Ran frown. He looked at the cold light that was blocking him, stretched out his hand to shatter it, but found that he could not shake it.
"I am a demon. My strength will increase several times after returning here. Even you can't shake me." After Zhou Li finished speaking, he turned his head again to look at the embarrassed Cheng Liu.
He asked expressionlessly, "Are you scared?"
Cheng Liu wanted to speak, but the pain from having his tendons and veins broken made it so that he could only linger on.
Zhou Li sneered and looked down at Cheng Liu: "You plotted against me."
Cheng Liu shook his head in panic, no longer as arrogant as before.
"You disobeyed me." Zhou Li's sword slid down to his brow, and bright red blood soaked his eyebrows and eyes.
The eyes of everyone present followed his sword down from Cheng Liu's brow, and their hearts seemed to be pressed by the tip of the sword.
Everyone was so scared that they broke out in a cold sweat.
"The one who betrayed me." Zhou Li's sword had already landed on Cheng Liu's heart. Cheng Liu's eyes seemed to be about to pop out. He felt the fierce murderous aura from Zhou Li and tried to dodge with his hands.
But before he could move away, a powerful sword energy pierced his heart.
"I won't even allow you to live." Every word he said was so cold that it made Cheng Liu despair, but the sudden expansion of power in his body made him completely lose hope.
At the moment the ice cracked and retracted, the only sound in the originally quiet hall was Cheng Liu's painful wail. Then, countless black air could be seen flying out of his body, and his body disappeared into a pool of blood at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The black air accumulated in the air and formed a dark and unclear shape, staring at Zhou Li.
Zhou Li pointed his sword upwards: "Who are you and what do you want to do?"
"Who am I? That's an interesting question." The ball of black mist let out a long laugh. "I thought you were very clever, but now it seems you're nothing special."
Zhou Li didn't waste any time talking to him. Bing Crack rushed directly towards the fog with unstoppable momentum.
"Don't worry, Zhou Li, you will know who I am." After saying that, the black energy rushed directly to Zhou Ran's body, and Bing Crack chased after him.
Zhou Ran stretched out his hand to resist. Black mist was already swirling around him, and even his voice was the tone of that black mist: "But not now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ran had disappeared.
It seems that the abilities and skills of the people behind this are superior to Zhou Ran's.
He did not chase after him. Zhou Li knew that the man had taken Cheng Liu's body and went to Xuanyang Sect to force him to come back. His target must be him.
Now the mastermind didn't kill him, it could only be that he couldn't get what he wanted from him, and the other party was stalling for time.
Zhou Li put away his sword and looked at the people who were silent as a cicada. Without any extra words, just a look made everyone completely surrender.
Everyone was respectful and didn't dare to neglect the slightest bit. They knelt again and said, "Welcome to the Emperor!"
Zhou Li had no interest in these things and just said coldly, "Get lost."
For a moment, everyone fled in a hurry.
In the empty and deep hall, Zhou Li was the only one standing there, all alone. He no longer had the gentleness and comfort he had when Lu Rong was by his side.
There is only endless loneliness and desolation.
Zhou Li knew very well that everything was over.
Ye Tang has erased Lu Rong's memory, and she has forgotten everything about Zhou Li, whether good or bad.
Zhou Li's face was pale, his hand was on his chest, and he wanted to go back, but the moment he turned around, his blood flowed backwards, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and blood kept dripping from the corners of his lips.
The stabbing pain in his heart made him feel dizzy, and he swayed and fell to the ground.
Zhou Li lay on the cold ground, his hands clenched tightly and blood flowing. He knew that he had lost someone very, very important, but he had no way to do anything.
Because he knew very well that if he did not return to the demon world, the Xuanyang Sect would never have peace and might even become the target of public criticism.
The demon world is like a ghost haunting him. He must return to the ghosts and ruthlessly strangle them all.
Only in this way can he protect Lu Rong and the entire Xuanyang Sect.
If there was a conflict in Xuanyang Sect today and it was destroyed, she would hate him.
Fortunately, now she just forgot about him.
She just didn't remember Zhou Li, whom she once liked.
*
The Xuanyang Sect's Lingsui Festival had already been going on for the second day. Everything was going on as usual and no one remembered what happened yesterday.
Qiu Ling went to look for Lu Rong as usual, but she knocked on the door: "Rong Rong!"
But no one answered in the house. It seemed too quiet, as if no one was in the house.
"Rongrong?" Qiu Ling called out again, then subconsciously looked towards the room on the side. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to shout something, but couldn't.
She touched her head and called again, but seeing no response she pushed the door open and walked in.
When she entered the room, she saw him lying on the table, seemingly asleep.
She walked to Lu Rong's side and saw several wine jugs on the table. The aroma of wine made her realize that this man was drunk, not asleep.
No wonder no one responded after she shouted for a long time. She squatted down, pressed on Lu Rong's head, looked at her face, and then saw Lu Rong's drunken and flushed face.
She was probably just drunk, and the redness on her face was still very bright.
"My goodness, how much did you drink?" Qiu Ling pinched her face, feeling that it was really uncomfortable to sleep like this.
Qiu Ling wanted to move Lu Rong to the bed, but Lu Rong woke up at this moment. She looked at her with drunken eyes and a dazed look. After a while, she asked vaguely, "Do you still remember him?"
Qiu Ling was puzzled: "Him? Who?"
Lu Rong smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly: "I don't know who it was. Anyway, he is gone. It doesn't matter anymore."
As she spoke, she lay back down again and slightly closed her bloodshot eyes. The corners of her eyes were still very red, and tears were even overflowing from them, wetting her entire pale face.
Qiu Ling didn't know for a moment whether she was sober or drunk, so he just supported her: "You are drunk, I will help you go to bed."
Lu Rong shook his head: "I don't want to move. It's uncomfortable."
She touched her palm to her heart and murmured, "It hurts."
"You're drunk and your head hurts." Qiu Ling thought drunks were really a bit silly. "Go to bed and you won't feel so bad."
She didn't resist her anymore, she took her hand and sat up, then staggered to the bed, curled up on her side, as if she was hurt and wanted to hug herself.
Qiu Ling was worried, so he sat beside her on the bed and asked curiously, "Who are you asking about? Why did you suddenly drink so much? Did someone hurt you?"
Lu Rong seemed to be drunk again, without making any sound.
Qiu Ling sat for a while, and seeing that she was fine, he got up and left, going back to ask her mother to make some sobering soup for Lu Rong.
Lu Rong only sobered up in the afternoon. She looked at the sobering soup on the stool beside the bed and the note left by Qiu Ling. "Sobering soup, drink it when you wake up. I'll come to see you later."
She looked for a long time, then looked around blankly. She opened her mouth subconsciously and wanted to shout, but her lips just moved and no sound came out.
She lowered her long eyelashes, her brows and eyes showing a bit of loneliness. She took the hangover soup brought by Qiu Ling and drank it.
After drinking it, she took a fragrant bath and changed into clean and fragrant clothes. Her messy mood improved a little, and she sent a message to Qiu Ling.
[Lu Xiaorong: I'm awake now. The hangover soup is delicious.]
She got up and went to the studio, and began to finish the drawing she had not finished before.
After receiving her message, Qiu Ling didn't even bother to attend the Spiritual Ear Festival. He directly brought the many spiritual ears he had obtained to Qiu Ling's residence and said to her proudly, "I got a lot of spiritual ears this year, and I'm giving them to you. You can exchange them for many beautiful things. I heard from my father that there are many rare and unique things this year. Let's go exchange them now."
"Okay!" Lu Rong agreed happily. Although she didn't want to go out, she knew that Qiu Ling was worried that she would suddenly get drunk, so she followed Qiu Ling to the place where the gifts were exchanged.
There were a lot of people in that place, and the noisy sound made Lu Rong feel uncomfortable for a while. She subconsciously held Qiu Ling's hand tightly, especially when she looked up and saw Wuhui Tower.
She even heard someone ask what building that was, it looked grand and solemn.
The color on Lu Rong's face faded instantly.
Qiu Ling looked at him in confusion: "Rongrong, what's wrong with you?"
Lu Rong just shook his head. Qiu Ling looked worried and asked him, "Has something happened to you recently? Why do you look a little off?"
Lurong just said that he was drunk and a little uncomfortable, then pulled her and said, "Let's go exchange things first. The fun things will be exchanged by others later."
The two of them used the spiritual spikes to exchange for some fun things, but Qiu Ling still found that Lu Rong was obviously not as happy as before.
The two returned to Zhuiyu Pavilion. Lu Rong made an excuse that she wanted to paint and asked Qiu Ling to go back first.
Qiu Ling was worried and told her that he must contact her if there was anything.
Lu Rong nodded, and after sending Qiu Ling back, he sat alone in the studio.
He wanted to paint, but he sat there until dark, and she didn't even light a lamp.
By the time she reacted, it was already pitch black outside and inside the house. Although it was summer, her whole body was completely cold.
*
Night gradually falls.
The night in Wujie City is darker, quieter and more peaceful than that in Xuanyang Sect.
Zhou Li sat alone in the dark, with only Bing Lie lying quietly on his legs.
Binglie could feel that his master was in pain and at peace at the moment. He even knew that when he could no longer hear Lu Rong's voice, tears were in his master's eyes.
Binglie thought that his master must be missing Lu Rong.
The little sword spirit didn’t understand the twists and turns of human nature yet, he only knew that his master missed Lu Rong very much at the moment.
He asked Zhou Li, "Master, why don't we go back to find Rongrong? This place is very close to Xuanyang Sect."
The night in Wujie City was extremely cold. Zhou Li sat in the dark, his face showing no emotion. After Bing Lie asked, he didn't even get a reply.
Bing Lie flew up and said, "Master, let's go back secretly to see Rongrong."
Zhou Li looked at the peach pink hairbands wrapped around the hilt of the Ice Crack Sword, embroidered with small peach flowers.
The coldness in his eyes melted away a little, and he reached out to take off the hairband and held it in his palm.
Zhou Li lowered his head and buried his entire face in his palms on the hairband.
The scent of deer antlers has long disappeared from the headband, but it is the only thing that belongs to Lu Rong, and my heart is filled with longing for her.
But his Lu Rong will no longer miss him.
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