Chapter 12 This Male Lead is Really Hard to Kill (12) Countdown to Killing the Male Lead...
The sect leader of Guiyan Sect frowned and pondered for a while before instructing his daughter, "Go and call your Uncle Liu here."
Elder Zuo, Liu Biyuan, is Xue Qinan's wife's younger sister. After her elder sister's family died, she joined the newly established Guiyan Sect. She has the deepest friendship with the Xue family, so she was invited to help with the identification.
Afterwards, they summoned all the disciples who had met Wufeng and Feng Fuli at the Nine Heavens Gate and questioned them again. Finally, they came to the conclusion that Wufeng was a member of the Xue family and had been brought to the Demon Lord's side after his family was wiped out.
Liu Biyuan's eyebrows furrowed, and she said hatefully, "He must have done it on purpose! He kidnapped my sister's only son and took him to the Demon Realm to make him his subordinate. His intentions are extremely vicious!"
The sect leader frowned as well: "But he has now become the Left Protector of the Demon Realm. Should we save him or not?"
Before the elders could finish speaking, Jiao Yuetong hurriedly said, "Of course we must save him! Xue Shaoming, he..." She blushed slightly, surprised at how quickly and smoothly she could change her mind, "Brother Shaoming has no idea about his past. He grew up in a demonic cave, he must have suffered a lot. And although he's a demonic cultivator, he saved us at the Nine Heavens Sect, so he must have a righteous heart, just trapped in a difficult situation. His past is already tragic, how can we stand idly by?!"
Liu Biyuan nodded after hearing this: "My opinion is the same as Yue'er's. After all, he is the child of my sister and Brother Xue. No matter what, we must bring him back to Yanzong first."
The sect leader tapped the mahogany table with his hand, his eyes deep and his voice low, "Then this trip to the Demon Realm is unavoidable."
At the same time, in the Demon Realm, at the Radiant Palace.
There are still a few days until the Demon Lord's birthday. Among the guests invited this time, the city lords of the twenty-four cities in the Demon Realm are the most distinguished.
As is customary, the city lords would arrive a few days in advance to pay their respects to the Demon Lord at Yaohua Hall.
Inside the hall, there was singing, dancing, and music. The city lords who had arrived lined up on both sides, while in the center were dancers performing entertainment.
From his seat, Feng Fuli lazily glanced at the people below, many of whom had once harbored opposition to him, only to be silenced after he beat them up.
Now we don't know which of them have ulterior motives, but they all put on a polite and respectful facade, which is really annoying.
At this moment, Tu Mi, the only female city lord among the twenty-four cities, stood up from her seat, walked gracefully to Fu Li's table, raised her wine cup, and with a charming look in her beautiful eyes, offered her congratulations: "Tu Mi wishes Your Majesty long life and prosperity, and that your great cause last forever. May our Demon Realm be as mighty as the heavens, and may all dynasties prosper."
She drank a full cup, a timely smile on her face, and looked at the Demon Lord with a charming smile.
Her expression displeased Wu Feng, who was standing next to Fu Li. His bright eyes darkened instantly, and a hint of gloom flashed across them.
After the banquet ended and the other city lords left one after another, Tu Mi stayed behind, saying that she had important matters to discuss with the Demon Lord alone.
Seeing that the young man beside the Demon Lord seemed determined to stay behind, she emphasized the word "alone" again.
However, the other party, who identified himself as the Left Protector, sized her up with an unfriendly gaze for a while and said, "This subordinate needs to ensure Your Majesty's safety."
Then he stopped moving. A sharp light flashed in his dark eyes, as if he wanted to see right through her.
Feng Fuli didn't believe she had anything important to say, so he yawned and said, "Since the city lord has nothing else to say, please leave." He then turned to leave.
Tu Mi disregarded the rules and quickly used her divine sense to transmit her voice to him, saying, "I heard that Your Majesty has recently been inquiring about the Bewitching Flower."
This sentence successfully triggered the keyword, and Fu Li immediately stopped in her tracks. Turning around, she looked at her with serious eyes for the first time today.
"No wind, you can go down now."
The boy frowned slightly, but still obeyed his command and turned to leave.
Soon, only two people remained in the hall.
Feng Fuli narrowed his fox-like eyes, his dark pupils shooting out a chilling aura, and his body exuded a subtle pressure, displaying the cold and domineering presence of a superior.
"Who have you heard of me inquiring about the Enchanting Flower?!"
Those who are afflicted with the "flower-like" allurement are forced to submit to men, a secret that someone as proud and arrogant as Feng Fuli absolutely does not want others to know.
Instantly, the oppressive aura of a Tribulation Transcending Stage cultivator struck Tu Mi head-on. She immediately knelt heavily on the ground, hurriedly saying, "Your Majesty, please calm your anger! My true form is a Tu Mi flower, capable of sensing all demonic flowers and immortal herbs. It was I who sensed the descent of the Bewitching Flower and calculated it. I have not told anyone else about this!"
Fu Li's expression hardened further, and in an instant, his eyes flashed with a thousand thoughts, as he considered countless ways to kill her and silence her.
Perhaps sensing the growing killing intent emanating from him, the woman on the ground spoke first: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I have come here to offer you the method to remove the Bewitching Flower!"
Fu Li's nostrils twitched slightly, a sign that she was pondering a difficult matter.
He said in a threatening tone, "If you're lying even a little bit..."
Tu Mi immediately raised her right hand, held up two fingers, and swore, "I swear by my inner demons! If even half of what I say is false, may I be struck by lightning and my soul be annihilated!"
The vow made by one's inner demons will surely come true.
Seeing this, Feng Fuli's expression softened slightly, and he suppressed his murderous intent.
He then looked away, glancing casually elsewhere, his stunningly beautiful fox-like eyes curving into a nonchalant smile. "Tell me, what do you want?"
A casual remark made the woman's eyes light up, and the fear in her eyes was replaced by pounding joy and ambition.
She prostrated herself on the ground and said loudly, "I have long admired Your Majesty's divine power and wish to follow you and serve you!"
Feng Fuli's eyes darted around, and she understood.
"You want the throne of the Demon Queen?"
Tu Mi remained silent, kneeling on the ground in the same posture.
Feng Fuli scoffed lightly: "Quite ambitious."
However, he remained noncommittal.
With an air of nobility, he slowly walked back to his seat, sat down, and gazed at her from afar.
Although the young man's face was expressionless, one could feel the oppressive aura within the hall gathering and dispersing, as if it could tear the air apart, constantly shifting, representing the Demon Lord's agonizing thoughts.
Tu Mi knelt on the ground with perfect posture, not daring to look up. Her heart was pounding.
She knew that today's move was extremely dangerous; one wrong step and she would be torn to shreds and silenced by the Demon Lord. But if she won, the benefits would be far greater.
When she becomes the sole Demon Queen, the Twelfth City's status will soar, reversing its previous decline. She will then rightfully become the second-in-command of the Demon Realm, and with power comes uncontrollable greed.
The higher the risk, the greater the reward. She doesn't regret getting to this point.
After a long while, the person on the throne finally spoke slowly: "I agree to this deal."
"But if you dare to deceive me, or try to trick me with fake things, I will destroy you and your Manju City!"
The voice carried the immense pressure of a Tribulation Transcending stage cultivator, penetrating the entire hall and causing the walls to tremble.
Tu Mi trembled with fear and repeatedly said, "I dare not."
Seeing that the deterrent effect had been achieved, Fu Li withdrew the pressure, allowing the people on the ground to finally catch their breath.
Despite having just experienced this ordeal, the joy of achieving her goal was even greater. A fierce light shone in the woman's eyes, revealing her shrewdness and ambition: "The book recording the method to eradicate the Bewitching Flower is still in Manju City. I will go back and retrieve it. I will present it to you on the day of our wedding."
Feng Fuli sneered inwardly—she was afraid he would go back on his word, so she wanted to give it to him on their wedding day.
However, Fu Li was not afraid of her doing anything underhanded. Tu Mi was a demonic flower in human form, and her cultivation had only reached the Nascent Soul stage. If she tried to play tricks on a cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage, it would be tantamount to courting death.
He snorted coldly and flicked his sleeve. "So be it. I will announce our marriage at the birthday banquet in front of everyone. Are you at ease with that?"
Upon hearing this, Tu Mi immediately replied with great joy, "Your Majesty's word is as good as gold, and I have no reason to doubt you."
After sending her away, Fu Li stroked his chin, pondering when it would be appropriate to announce it the next day.
At this moment, the system, which had been observing, suddenly spoke up: [Host, if you marry her, what will happen to the male lead?]
Fu Li was taken aback for a moment. "What's wrong with him? Just let things be. I didn't intend to keep killing him." Her discussion of the system's question was still stuck at the stage of debating whether or not to kill the male lead.
The system patiently explained: "I mean, you and Wufeng are still partners, right? What is he supposed to do if you suddenly want to marry this woman?"
Fu Li denied it, saying, "Who's his partner? At most, we're just bed partners! Besides, is he the Demon Lord or am I the Demon Lord? Why would I need his opinion on who I marry?"
Finally, he added impatiently, "And also, I don't like men. Stop calling me 'partner,' it's disgusting!"
The system was shocked by his shamelessness.
I've seen people curse after putting down their bowls, and I've seen people leave heartlessly after eating, but this is the first time I've ever seen someone who dragged someone into bed, ate them, and then, a whole year later, still calls them a "bed partner" and says they "don't like men"!
The system couldn't hold back any longer, but cursing would make it seem too vulgar, so it decided to let Fu Li figure things out first.
"Host, haven't you noticed the male lead's eyes light up when he looks at you? Whenever he's alone with you, he likes to make physical contact and always says things like 'I love you.' That's a confession! He sees you as his lover!"
Fu Li, however, was extremely impatient: "Just because he treats me like a lover, does that mean I have to reciprocate? What law says that?! Besides, didn't you disapprove of me sleeping with the male lead? Why are you acting as a pimp now?"
The system really wants to complain: First of all, this isn't pimping. Secondly, you slept with someone first, and now you don't want to take any responsibility. You look just like one of those scumbags who deserve to be struck by lightning!
But before it could utter a single word, Fu Li waved his hand dismissively, signaling it to shut up.
He shouted outside, "Someone come here!"
The one who entered was not a demon servant, but a handsome man in a dark robe.
After leaving, Wufeng did not leave immediately, but waited outside the hall for a long time until the Venerable One returned.
At this moment, he was unaware of the deal between Feng Fuli and the Lord of Manzhu City. He respectfully entered the hall and bowed.
"What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
When Feng Fuli saw that it was him who came in, she thought it would be a good time to tell him about the wedding.
So he said, "I am ready to marry the Demon Queen. Issue the order that the entire Demon Palace begin preparations for the Demon Couple Ceremony starting tomorrow. The specific date will be discussed again after Lord Manzhu returns."
Wu Feng's excitement about marrying the Demon Queen had barely begun when he suddenly heard Fu Li mention someone else's name.
His dark eyes paused, revealing utter bewilderment: "Lord of Manzhu City—Tumi?"
Fu Li nodded proudly.
A note from the author:
Fu Li is doomed if she continues like this.
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