"I don't need it."
He spoke so decisively at this moment that Shen Wuyu had to extinguish the little flame of his desire to persuade him.
After saying this, he suddenly thought of something, raised his hands to hold Shen Wuyou's face, and asked with a slight smile:
"Little Madam, huh?"
"Hehehe... this... I have to do it... I have to..."
She gave an awkward smile that looked as if she wanted to cry but couldn't, reached out and broke free from his hand that was holding her head, then took a step back and rubbed her sore neck.
“You have no choice?” The smile in Bhagavan’s eyes suddenly froze, replaced by a sharp gaze that could see through people’s hearts.
This tone...
Shen Wuyou's heart skipped a beat, but then he suddenly thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with him, so he looked up at him rationally and said abruptly:
"Ling Wangqing."
Hearing this, Bhagavan's eyes paused, but he was not shocked. Instead, the look in his eyes as he looked at her became deep and meaningful.
"knew?"
Shen Wuyou didn't know why, but she couldn't stand his gaze. She subconsciously turned her head away and said calmly:
"When you were Bhagavan, I've already repaid the favor I owed you; when you were Ling Wangqing, you...wanted to kill me, so how could I possibly love you?
"I called you 'Little Madam' because I saw your vitality gradually fading. I couldn't bear it, so I assumed this identity. I wanted to find someone who was not good for you and absorb their cultivation for you. It didn't mean... that."
"Shen Wuyou."
This was the first time he called her by her full name.
His eyes were dark and unclear, and his body moved slightly, as if he wanted to walk over to her.
But Shen Wuyou instinctively took a half step back. When her toes paused in the air, she suddenly realized that this was his territory. She had no room to resist whatever he was about to do.
So, I stopped and returned to where I was.
Bhagavan froze in his tracks at her retreat and also retreated.
The tall figure now looked much lonelier, and a sense of lifeless melancholy gradually permeated the surroundings...
"I haven't thought about it... I won't hurt you."
He paused for a few seconds, and there seemed to be a moment of bitterness in his lowered eyes.
Shen Wuyou didn't dare to look up at him, so naturally she didn't notice anything unusual about him. She only heard his hoarse murmurs in her ears. She was silent for a while, then sighed softly:
"Whether it's Bhagavan or Ling Wangqing, it's just that I deceived you and you deceived me."
She pursed her lips, then raised her eyes, staring straight into his deep, pool-like eyes, and discussed:
"Since the past is the past, let it vanish into thin air. Now that my cultivation has greatly increased, you are weak and deficient. Ultimately, it is still me who has received your kindness, and I must repay you.
"I know you don't want to kill. It's okay. I'll find another way. I won't disobey you anyway."
He thought that if she said this, he would accept it. After all, it would benefit him and not harm him at all.
But unfortunately, he didn't. He just looked at him quietly and refused:
"I don't need it."
Shen Wuyou frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "Do you still remember that you are the Supreme Demon?"
Hearing this, his eyes dimmed even more, and the aura around him became much more depressed.
He replied, "I know."
"Then you should know what would happen to you if the news of your cultivation reaching zero one day spread? What would happen to the demons behind you?!"
The demon race has been silent for three hundred years, and the prestige it held three hundred years ago is now almost gone. Various factions are eager to make a move, and have long been eyeing the demon race. If it weren't for the Demon Lord, who reigns supreme and intimidates the world, he would have long since ceased to exist!
Shen Wuyou understood it, and Bhagavan should naturally understand it as well.
But he was not as anxious as she was. He remained as steady as a rock, his eyes calm and his words firm:
"I will not die, and the demons will not perish either."
"Why?" she asked. "What makes you think so?"
"Because soon, before the world finds the land of the demons, disputes will break out everywhere. At that time, the various races will fight constantly. Xuwang Mountain will have to devote all its strength to sealing Hunyuan. The human race and the ghost race will fight to the death. Under the influence of this, the other small races will have no time to care about other things."
"you..."
Shen Wuyou was stunned when these words came out, and then his eyes changed, his gaze became sharp:
"What do you know?"
Bhagavan saw her expression change, and that vigilant look towards the enemy pierced his heart like a knife.
The next moment, he pursed his lips tightly, his stern face tense, and his dark eyes, whose expression could not be seen clearly, looked straight at her. He did not answer her words, but called out to her with an oppressive force:
"come over."
He opened his arms slowly, but with a small amount of movement.
Shen Wuyou originally thought that although the aura on his body was terrifying, he was injured after all, and his current cultivation level was only at the Xuan level. As long as he stayed away from his force range, he would definitely be safe.
But when the overwhelming pressure suddenly hit her and suppressed her to the point where she could not move, she finally understood that there was no direct relationship between a person's cultivation and the pressure.
The power of deterrence.
After several months, she finally saw it again. Last time, it was the intimidating power of the Ghost King.
She closed her eyes helplessly for a moment and sighed, "You need to withdraw your intimidating power first, otherwise I can't move."
Hearing this, Bhagavan let her go immediately, but his hawk-like eyes kept following her figure, never leaving her sight.
Shen Wuyou felt her body finally relaxed, so she lifted her feet and walked towards him step by step. Looking at his arms stretched out in a small amplitude, she suddenly remembered herself in her previous life.
So, is the Demon Lord also so unconfident?
As soon as this thought entered her mind, she waved it away. She couldn't help but smile, then buried her head in his broad chest. Her hands hesitated for a while, and finally slowly wrapped around his waist.
Bhagavan's body stiffened slightly, and he lowered his eyes stiffly to look at the person embedded in his arms, and a smile slowly appeared on his brow...
"You promised not to be mean to me again... You broke your promise..."
She buried her head deep in his chest and spoke in a muffled voice.
Because of the obstruction of the clothes, the sound sounded like a muffled complaint.
Bhagavan smiled faintly after hearing this. He raised his hand and slowly placed it on her head, touching it a few times. Then he replied,
"Well, my bad."
"Then will you change it?" She continued to bury her head in his clothes without looking up.
"Hmm..." His chest vibrated slightly, and Shen Wuyu knew that he agreed.
However, before she could speak, the other party added:
"But if it's still the same situation as before, I won't change."
Shen Wuyou: “…”
Then you are a ghost.
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