"At that time, I will be able to completely control the power of the dragon and become the true ruler of this continent!"
At that moment, Xiao Feng happened to be at the door of the city lord's study and heard the city lord's last words.
His body stiffened abruptly, and an expression of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
Xiao Feng finally understood the city lord's sinister intention in wanting Feng'er to marry him.
However, amidst this shock, another question surfaced in Xiao Feng's mind.
If all of this was the city lord's scheme, then who was the red figure who attacked him earlier?
"If you do this, divine punishment will come sooner or later!" Feng'er stood righteously in the center of the study, her gaze towards the city lord extremely cold.
The city lord sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"Divine punishment? That's just an excuse the weak use to comfort themselves. The true strong take control of their own destiny!"
Their gazes clashed in the air, as if invisible sparks were flying.
The city lord looked at Feng'er and sighed.
"In this dog-eat-dog world, only by possessing absolute power can one truly remain invincible."
Feng'er clenched her fists and said through gritted teeth, "Even so, I will never allow you to hurt innocent people!"
The two men faced off tensely, neither willing to back down an inch.
Finally, the city lord waved his hand and said coldly, "Think what you want, but don't forget, you are still under my control."
Feng snorted coldly and turned to leave the study.
He strode into the courtyard, where moonlight spilled onto the bluestone slabs, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
Just then, he suddenly felt a gaze on his back, like a thorn in his side.
"Come out," Feng'er said in a deep voice, stopping in her tracks.
A figure slowly emerged from the shadows.
Xiao Feng's face was gloomy, and his eyes flashed with anger and doubt.
He approached Feng'er step by step and asked in a deep voice, "Why was the medicine given to Zhao Yuwei fake? She's vomiting blood now!"
Upon hearing this, Feng'er's face showed a shocked expression.
"How is this possible? I definitely took the antidote!"
"Don't lie to me!" Xiao Feng shouted angrily, "Zhao Yuwei is in critical condition, what exactly are you up to?"
Feng'er hurriedly explained, "Xiao Feng, listen to me. I really did take the real antidote, I swear to God! I don't know why this happened..."
How could it be fake?
Could it be that...? The wind suddenly understood something.
Just as the two were arguing, a chilling laugh suddenly rang out.
Suddenly, the city lord appeared in the courtyard, a strange smile on his face.
"Hehe, you two are really naive."
The city lord walked slowly, exuding a sinister aura: "All of this is under my control."
Xiao Feng and Feng'er turned around at the same time, looking at the city lord warily.
The city lord continued, "Xiao Feng, I knew you wouldn't cooperate obediently. So, I was prepared long ago."
Xiao Feng's face was filled with anger. So that's how it is!
"Mo Yuan, how long will you remain so stubborn!" Feng'er questioned, "Do you really intend to destroy the entire city for your own selfish desires?"
The city lord sneered, his gaze sweeping towards Xiao Feng with a sharp, knife-like intensity.
He walked slowly forward, exuding a chilling aura.
"It's okay if you want to save Zhao Yuwei."
A sinister smile curled at the corner of his lips: "As long as you obediently hold a wedding with Feng'er, and then give me your immortal power on your wedding day, I will give Zhao Yuwei and your companion the antidote, allowing them to leave Moyuan City alive."
As he spoke, the city lord took out a small bottle from his pocket, inside which was a crystal-clear pill.
He gently shook the bottle, and the pills rolled inside, making a crisp sound.
"See this? There's only one. If you don't behave, Zhao Yuwei is dead."
Xiao Feng's eyes were terrifyingly gloomy, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
He hates being threatened, but now he's caught in a dilemma.
The image of Zhao Yuwei in pain flashed through his mind, and his heart ached as if it were being torn apart.
"hateful!"
Xiao Feng roared inwardly.
Why did it turn out like this?
He took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart.
"I...I promise you."
Xiao Feng said through gritted teeth, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.
Upon hearing this, the wind sighed deeply.
“You’re beyond saving,” she said softly, her voice filled with exhaustion.
After saying this, Feng'er looked at Mo Yuan in front of her, said nothing, and turned to leave.
As Mo Yuan watched Feng'er's retreating figure, he gritted his teeth and said, "One day, you will understand what I have done!"
After returning, Xiao Feng pushed open the door and tiptoed into the room.
In the dim candlelight, Sima Yan stood guard by Zhao Yuwei's bedside, staring intently at her pale face.
His brows were furrowed, his hands were crossed and resting on his chin, and he exuded a solemn aura.
"Brother Sima," Xiao Feng asked softly, "How is Miss Zhao?"
Sima Yan slowly raised his head, a hint of weariness flashing in his eyes.
"It's still the same as before, nothing has changed."
He sighed and gently pulled Zhao Yuwei's wrist: "Although her pulse is steady, her body temperature keeps dropping."
Xiao Feng took a few steps closer and carefully examined Zhao Yuwei.
Her face was even paler than before, and her lips had an unnatural bluish-purple tinge.
Xiao Feng's heart tightened, and he suddenly thought of something.
"By the way, Brother Sima," he asked, frowning slightly, his tone tinged with doubt, "weren't you also poisoned by City Lord Mo Yuan? Why do you seem perfectly fine?"
Sima Yan was taken aback upon hearing this, then smiled wryly and said, "It's strange, I'm not quite sure either. Maybe it's because I'm carrying my family's protective magic treasure."
As he spoke, he took out a blue jade pendant from his pocket: "This was passed down from my ancestors. It is said to have the effect of warding off poison and evil spirits."
Xiao Feng nodded thoughtfully, his gaze falling on Zhao Yuwei once again.
Seeing her in pain, he felt terrible.
"Yuwei," he vowed silently in his heart, "I will definitely rescue you, and I will never let you sacrifice yourself in vain!"
Late at night, Xiao Feng stood alone by the pond in the city lord's mansion.
The moonlight, as silvery as silver, spilled onto the water's surface, creating ripples.
The surroundings were completely silent, broken only by the occasional chirping of insects.
Xiao Feng crossed his arms, staring into the distance, his mind replaying everything that had happened that day.
"What exactly does the city lord want?" he wondered to himself. "Why does he want to take away my immortal power, yet he wants me to marry Feng'er? Shouldn't he and Feng'er be the perfect couple?"
The more I thought about it, the more suspicious I became.
Xiao Feng frowned, his mind racing.
“I absolutely cannot give the immortal power to the city lord and let him destroy the dragon soul in the furnace.”
He secretly made up his mind.
"What exactly is the origin of that dragon soul? Why is the city lord so wary of it and insists on destroying it?"
Just as Xiao Feng was deep in thought, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.
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