Chapter 13 This Male Lead is Really Hard to Kill (13) Countdown to Killing the Male Lead...
Wu Feng's voice trembled, as if he had encountered something incomprehensible, "The person Your Majesty is going to marry is the City Lord Manzhu?! Your Majesty is going to marry her to be the Demon Queen?!"
Fu Li frowned slightly, very dissatisfied with his aggrieved, broken, and betrayed expression. "Of course you heard me right. I will officially announce this at the birthday banquet, but the procurement and preparation for the ceremony can begin now."
"No!" Wu Feng suddenly raised his head, his usual calm and composed expression vanishing completely. His dark eyes flashed with a raging madness and fury, like a wildfire that would burn everything in sight.
He had never spoken to the Demon Lord so sharply, nor had he ever opposed any of the Demon Lord's decisions. Yet now he was like a mad dog about to be abandoned by its master, barking and howling, unwilling to accept the fact that he was destined to be thrown away.
"No! Your Majesty absolutely cannot marry her!"
"If you marry her, what am I?"
"You can't, you absolutely can't marry her and make her your demon queen!"
The obsession and madness flashing in his eyes made it impossible for Fu Li to ignore. The latter slammed his hand on the armrest, stood up, and said in a cold tone, "Wu Feng, are you going to disobey orders?!"
The oppressive aura of the Tribulation Transcending stage spread out, and when it was applied to a junior who had only reached the Nascent Soul stage, it was no different from a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.
Even without wind, he refused to kneel, his dark eyes filled with angry, twisted tears as he stared intently at the man above. Even with broken tendons in his legs, he didn't move an inch, let alone beg for mercy.
His stubbornness angered Fu Li as well.
He said sternly, "I have taught you cultivation techniques over the years, protected you during your Core Formation and Nascent Soul Formation, and even bestowed upon you the position of Left Protector. What more could I ask for?!"
He sneered again: "You're nothing but a dog I've raised. It seems I've spoiled you too much all these years, which has made you forget your place and dare to be so disrespectful, even questioning my decisions!"
At this moment, Wufeng had calmed down a bit.
He understood that Fu Li had only spoken with the Lord of Manzhu City for less than half an hour before proposing to marry her, which meant he must have reached some kind of deal with him. It couldn't possibly be that he was truly in love with her.
But Fu Li's words were like a cold knife, stabbing him in the heart with perfect precision, with barbs, and even after being pulled out, it still caused excruciating pain.
He forced himself to be rational. "Is Your Majesty being threatened by the City Lord of Manju? Or does she possess something Your Majesty desires? If Your Majesty gives the word, I will obtain it for you even at the cost of my life, or I will simply kill her!"
The voice initially carried a pleading tone, but then it revealed a sharp and chilling murderous intent.
It must be said that Wu Feng possesses both the keenness and wit of a male protagonist.
But unfortunately, he's now obsessed with love, like a desperate, resentful man who's reached a dead end, pleading that he won't be the one who gets abandoned.
Fu Li did think about it. First, he had already promised Tu Mi that the other party had returned to Manzhu City to retrieve the item. Second, he didn't know if Tu Mi would take any anti-theft measures. What if the item obtained after the murder and robbery wasn't genuine? All that effort would have been for nothing.
Fu Li is a complete egoist who only wants to take the safest path. What she doesn't understand is why she is still being so unreasonable after taking all the benefits from the male lead.
But after all, the other party had always taken good care of him. Although he was a bit clingy, his loyalty was beyond doubt.
Fu Li then withdrew some of his oppressive aura and softened his tone, "Don't worry, even with the Demon Queen, my feelings for you will not change."
The last glimmer of hope vanished from Wu Feng's eyes, and his sorrowful and earnest expression turned into utter despair. He suddenly collapsed to his knees, seemingly muttering to himself, "Won't you change? Yes, you won't change. You've never seen me before, how could you change?"
He raised his head, and a final touch of warmth returned to his clear, dark eyes, as if they were filled with two faint halos of light.
He asked, "For three hundred and eighty-seven days, I slept in the same bed with you every day. Your Majesty, in your heart, was there ever a moment when you considered me as someone by your side?"
The person beside me? More like the person next to me in bed! Fu Li thought.
No, "bedmate" isn't quite right either; at most, they're just a bed partner.
At this moment, the system's pity for the male protagonist had reached its peak. It wanted nothing more than to rush out and yell in his ear—this man has no heart, never give him your true feelings!
But Fu Li said with disdain, "You think you're worthy?"
The last glimmer of hope in the boy's eyes was shattered.
He collapsed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. Just now, Fu Li had released his oppressive power without any mercy, almost crushing his dantian, but it was unclear whether this mouthful of blood was due to internal injuries or emotional trauma.
He laughed, his strong, broad back, like a hill, slightly hunched, trembling as if he were venting emotions that had been suppressed to the extreme.
"Your Excellency, you personally selected the cultivation method for me, brought me out of the beast camp, protected me during my tribulation and helped me form my core, and urged me to cultivate. Over the years, I have not only been grateful to you, but I also want to stand by your side and have you forever."
"But Your Majesty, why did you abandon me after I had you...?"
Hesitantly, he raised his head, revealing a face streaked with tears, his eyes brimming with a burning, fervent passion—the love and possessiveness that had been suppressed for years, hidden from the light of day, waiting in vain, like a murky storm, roaring and raging beneath the turbulent abyss, finally erupting at this moment.
He kowtowed heavily, his blood mingling with his tears and staining the floor.
His eyes held a desperate resolve: "Your Majesty, this is the only time I'm begging you. I will obey all your orders, except this. I cannot watch you marry someone else!"
"No matter who you want to kill or what you want to obtain, Wufeng will do his utmost to make it happen. I cultivate very quickly. I will reach the Great Perfection of the Refining Ruins within two hundred... no, within one hundred years. At that time, even if you want the entire cultivation world, I will definitely be able to conquer it for you."
"Just this once, please don't marry her, okay?!"
The boy's confession was passionate and straightforward, even mixed with a bit of twisted desire. Feng Fuli didn't feel the same chill down his spine as when he first heard it, but it wasn't enough to shake him in the slightest.
Especially as she watched Wufeng repeatedly bang his head on the ground until the stone brick where he knelt was soaked with blood, Fu Li felt a sense of irritation and impatience.
"No one can change my mind, and you're delusional!"
After saying this, the young man flicked his sleeve and strode out of the hall.
The demon servants had no idea what had happened inside the hall. All they knew was that from that day on, the Left Protector, Wufeng, had been kneeling on the floor in the center of the hall, his forehead covered in blood, which, even after scabbing over, was still a mottled and terrifying sight.
The Demon Lord was furious upon hearing this, believing that he was determined to oppose him to the end. He ordered the main hall to be sealed off, saying, "If he wants to stay there, then let him stay there!"
A few days later, heroes gathered at the summit of Wuxu Peak for a banquet. The feast was laid out like a flowing stream, with all sorts of rare and exotic meats and spiritual fruits produced over thousands of years, leaving the birthday guests dazzled and amazed, giving them a direct experience of the prosperity and power of the Demon Realm.
After the congratulatory ceremony, a young man dressed in a red robe with silver patterns and flowing brocade rose from his seat of honor and announced loudly that he would marry Tu Mi, the lord of Manzhu City, in seven days.
Everyone present was shocked upon hearing this.
Some gossipy people tried to find the Left Protector, Wufeng, but couldn't, which led them to speculate: Could it be that the Left Protector has lost favor, and that's why His Majesty has married someone else? It's been less than a year and he's already tired of him? That's too fast.
The reason for setting the wedding date so hastily was twofold: firstly, it would allow the birthday banquet and wedding banquet to be held together, saving guests from having to make two trips; secondly, the Bewitching Flower in Fu Li's sea of consciousness was becoming uncontrollable.
Although Tu Mi left in a hurry, she still told Fu Li a method to temporarily suppress the effects of the Bewitching Flower before she left. This method requires the use of spiritual energy. Although Feng Fu Li can also cultivate with spiritual energy, her body is still mostly filled with demonic energy, making it very inconvenient for her to use.
Ke Wufeng remained kneeling, and it was already the final moment. Fu Li didn't want to seek help from others, but she couldn't bring herself to beg for peace.
After the birthday banquet, he sent someone to check on things, only to hear that Wufeng was still kneeling in the hall, in the same posture as a few days ago.
Fu Li said angrily, "Fine, let him keep kneeling!"
The day before the wedding ceremony, Tu Mi finally made it back.
When Feng Fuli asked her for the books, she smiled gently and said, "I will present them to you with both hands after the ceremony tomorrow. It will only take one day, so why is Your Majesty in such a hurry?"
Fu Li: ......
This woman is being way too cautious.
So he could only wait impatiently for the marriage ceremony to end.
The next day, colorful clouds filled the sky above Wuxu Peak, and ethereal music drifted through the air.
Although it was not as grand as the Demon Lord's birthday banquet, its significance was extraordinary.
Half of the cultivation world was present. This included the twenty-four cities of the Demon Realm, the seventy-two demonic sects of the Central Plains, the demon race from the far North Sea, many independent demons who occupied their own mountain strongholds, and even many righteous cultivators who came to witness the event.
In the dimly lit hall, Wufeng had been kneeling there for almost half a month.
In a daze, he heard what sounded like string and wind instruments coming from afar, so he called someone in.
He was still the Left Protector after all, so the people outside didn't dare to be negligent and immediately went inside.
Wufeng asked, "What's that sound outside?"
The demon servant felt a chill run down his spine as he looked into his cold, venomous gaze.
He said, "My lord, you've forgotten, today is the marriage ceremony between His Majesty and the City Lord of Tumi."
In an instant, Wu Feng's expression suddenly became profound and subtle.
He seemed to be muttering to himself, "Is it today...?"
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Fu Li wore a black cloak embroidered with dazzling golden magic patterns on the hem, and a golden belt embroidered with intertwined branches tied around her waist. When her expression was dignified, she resembled an unapproachable immortal, aloof and otherworldly, her robes fluttering, exuding a solemnity that inspired awe.
Tu Mi, who was about to become the Demon Queen, walked beside him, holding a fan in her right hand, the earliest magical artifact symbolizing the Demon Queen. Her clothes were exquisite, with a black gauze robe draped over her, exuding both dignity and a cold beauty.
Her smile was deep, and beneath her calm, watery eyes lay a deep ambition and desire.
With a long howl: "Lift the Three Lives Stone---"
A stone as tall as a person, radiating a iridescent, multicolored luster, was carried onto the high platform by two demon servants.
Fu Li and Tu Mi stood side by side in front of the stone. The next step was to use a special magical artifact to write their names on the stone.
Just then, a sword light flew from the roof beam in the distance.
Fu Li quickly dodged, frowned and pondered for a moment, then reached out and pulled Tu Mi along.
Everything happened in an instant. A long sword made of black iron was plunged straight into the Three Lives Stone, almost half of the blade going in, right where Tu Mi had just been standing.
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