"I think you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin."
A flash of disgust crossed Qingwu's eyes. She then threw the blood-stained clothes that Leng Ye had changed out of during the day at Zhimo. "Dare you try a blood test to prove kinship?"
Seeing Qingwu speak so confidently, Zhimo became even more uneasy.
"Scared?"
Looking down at Zhimo, who was leaning against the bed with a deathly pale face, Qingwu felt nothing but contempt.
To be fair, in the demon realm where beauties abound, Zhi Mo's appearance is indeed rather ordinary. Neither her looks nor her figure are outstanding, and even her personality reveals a hint of timidity.
That's why Qingwu really couldn't understand what Lengye saw in Zhimo.
"If you're upright, you have nothing to fear. I haven't done anything wrong, so what's there to be afraid of?" Zhi Mo forced herself to remain calm and quietly set aside her blood-stained robe.
"If you're not afraid, why don't you dare to do a blood test to determine kinship?"
“Is it necessary? My son is still an infant, his skin is very delicate, I don’t want him to suffer even the slightest harm.”
Unwilling to waste any more time with Qingwu, Zhimo unusually put on a stern face and coldly ordered her to leave, "Miss, I can choose to let bygones be bygones for today's events. But if there is a next time, I will definitely tell the Demon Lord everything."
"Don't be so stubborn. I advise you to leave the Venerable One as soon as possible, or I will expose this matter. Guess how the Venerable One will deal with your bastard child conceived with the fallen demon after he finds out the truth?"
"Someone, see the guest out."
Zhi Mo coldly called out to the Demoness who was waiting outside, his face unusually dark, and he ruthlessly ushered Qing Wu out of the Purple Nether Palace.
Qingwu broke free from the demon's restraints and sneered, "Zhimo, if you know what's good for you, you'd better pack your bags and get out of here. Otherwise, once this scandal comes out, you'll definitely lose your worthless life."
"Girl, watch your mouth."
Zhi Mo looked at Qing Wu, who spoke with absolute certainty, and while she could still maintain her composure on the surface, she was completely panicked inside.
After a moment of stunned silence, she slowly lowered her eyes and began to carefully examine the appearance of the baby in her arms.
"Strange, he really doesn't resemble the Demon Lord at all."
She stared intently at the baby in her arms for most of the day before realizing that he didn't look like Leng Ye at all.
Leng Ye's brows revealed an undeniable kingly aura.
The infant in her arms was exquisitely beautiful, yet a faint melancholy lingered between her brows. This melancholy air was completely at odds with Leng Ye's domineering arrogance.
Her brows furrowed, and she gently stroked the baby's particularly delicate features in her arms. A sudden thought struck her, and doubts arose within her.
Could it be true, as Qingwu said, that the person who took liberties with her back then wasn't Leng Ye, but that infamous fallen demon?
As far as she knew, Leng Ye was the only person in the Six Realms to possess the true form of a black dragon. As for the Fallen Demon, his true form was at most a broom, and there was no way he could be associated with a black dragon.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally picked up the blood-stained robe that Qingwu had deliberately dropped, mustered her courage, and pretended to verify its authenticity herself.
...
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, once Zhi Mo confirmed repeatedly that the child she had carried for ten months was not related to Leng Ye by blood, the string that had been tightly taut in her heart snapped in an instant.
At that moment, she was like a walking corpse, her eyes unfocused, her expression dazed, and she suddenly lost all vitality.
She could accept the fact that Leng Ye didn't love her, and she was willing to sincerely wish Leng Ye and Xuan Fengqian a long and happy life together. But she simply couldn't accept that the child's biological father was someone else.
Realizing that this was not a nightmare, Zhimo desperately hugged the baby in her arms and cried out, "My poor child, what am I going to do with you?"
"Wow--"
The baby in her arms, seeing Zhimo burst into tears, seemed to sense her despair and helplessness, and began to cry as well.
Qingwu, who was secretly hiding outside the Purple Nether Palace, heard Zhimo's heart-wrenching cries and a victorious smile suddenly appeared on her face.
After dealing with Zhi Mo, she only needs to patiently wait for Xuan Feng Qian's God Tribulation.
Legend has it that after the ancient gods perished, only five Heavenly Emperors in the Six Realms successfully survived the Tribulation of the Supreme Gods.
Xuan Fengqian had long ago developed a chronic illness after sacrificing herself to save Leng Ye, which forcibly destroyed her pure immortal body. Under these circumstances, there was no way she could escape the divine tribulation that would change her appearance.
—
Nine Nether Forest
Xuan Fengqian leaped to the treetop, deftly drew the Purple Demon Bow that emitted a purple glow, and fired several arrows into the vast sky.
"You little brat of Heaven, why don't you come out and receive your punishment?"
"If you dare to pretend to be deaf and dumb again, I'll punch you and knock your skull off."
"Come at me for everything. Who gave you permission to bully my people?"
She tilted her head slightly, staring resentfully at the motionless sky, and shouted in a majestic manner.
The Nine Nether Demons, seeing Xuan Fengqian's black hair billowing against the wind and his icy aura emanating from his body, all gathered towards the Nine Nether Forest.
"They say pregnancy makes you stupid for three years, but in my opinion, the Demon Queen looks like she's completely stupid."
"Did I hear that right? She actually intends to settle scores with 'Heaven's Way'?"
"I thought the Demon Lord had just married a pretty good-for-nothing, but now it seems that this pretty good-for-nothing is also a bit crazy."
"I think the Demon Queen's actions are deeply moving. She must love the Demon Lord very much to do something so shocking."
...
The criticism came like a surging tide, coming on strong.
After a while, Xuan Fengqian realized that even if he shouted until his throat was hoarse, he would not get any response. Only then did he realize that his behavior was a bit foolish.
Originally intending to slink down from the tree, he looked down and found that the area below the tree was already completely surrounded by the Nine Nether Demons.
It’s over!
How should this situation be resolved?
Xuan Fengqian's cheeks burned, and she hurriedly withdrew her foot that had just reached down.
To save face, she finally gritted her teeth and swung the Purple Nether Demon Bow, channeling the surging power of the gods within her into the arrows, ready to fight the heavens above her.
After several sharp "whoosh" sounds, the arrow feathers, gleaming with a purplish-red light, seemed to have gained the power to overturn the universe, sweeping up the thousands of layers of clouds in the sky that resembled snow and waves.
The Nine Nether Demons stared at the ring-shaped hole that Xuan Feng had pierced in the sky, and instantly fell silent, even their breathing became extremely light.
They never expected that Xuan Fengqian, who was still pregnant, could be so terrifying when she got angry!
Xuan Fengqian's eyes widened in astonishment as he stared at her hands, which seemed to possess boundless divine power. He secretly marveled, "So, I'm actually this powerful..."
"The Demon Queen is mighty!"
At this moment, the Nine Nether Demons all knelt down, gazing at the sky above the dense forest with eyes full of worship. Under the backdrop of thunder and lightning, Xuan Fengqian, who looked as if he were plated with a layer of golden light, shouted with heartfelt admiration.
Having tasted a bit of success, Xuanfeng drew the Purple Nether Demon Bow again and fired several arrows at the sky, which was in danger of collapsing at any moment.
boom--
Just when everyone thought the sky was about to collapse, a thunderous roar, like a tsunami, suddenly echoed through the void.
"What are you yelling about? Is that all you've got?"
Xuan Fengqian was completely unafraid of the lightning bolts overhead. Instead, he opened his arms and took the reddish-white lightning into his palms. "It's fun to strike people, isn't it? Today, I'll let you taste what it's like to be struck by lightning."
As soon as she finished speaking, she transformed the red and white lightning that was leaping in her palm into a giant round light and hurled it towards the dome that was swaying in the wind and rain.
In an instant, the thunder from all directions ceased, leaving only a hoarse, lingering sound.
Having witnessed firsthand Xuan Fengqian's terrifying power to turn the world upside down with a single hand, everyone felt both admiration and a sense of fear.
Xuan Fengqian grew more courageous with each battle, pointing a single finger to the sky, his words brimming with provocation, "Dare to fight again?"
Woohoo—
The response she received was no longer the booming thunder, but the mournful cries of a young animal.
"She keeps crying and whining, it's so annoying."
Xuanfeng cursed softly, and another swift palm strike flew out from his sleeve, hitting the cold, bright moon hidden in the clouds.
Perhaps unable to withstand her fierce onslaught any longer, a shower of lightning suddenly fell from the vast sky.
Countless bolts of lightning, each with a unique shape, were frozen in time and silently poured down from the sky.
Xuan Fengqian placed a fragment of lightning, shaped like a kneeling figure begging for mercy, into his palm before calmly flying down from the top of the dense forest.
At this moment, Xuan Fengqian walked with great speed, eager to tell Leng Ye this tremendous good news.
She thought to herself that now that she had defeated the Heavenly Dao, she would also be able to turn misfortune into good fortune by relying on the power of the gods within her when the Tribulation of the Gods came.
Unfortunately, her valiant and fearless battle only reached the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Realm, far from possessing the power to penetrate the thirty-third level...
"Cold Night, look what I brought back for you!"
When Xuanfeng Qianfeng rushed into Qingfeng Palace in a hurry, Leng Ye was still sitting properly at his desk, writing his self-criticism with complete concentration.
Hearing this, Leng Ye slowly put down his wolf-hair brush and looked up at Xuan Fengqian, who was standing at the doorway, soaked to the bone by the downpour.
A look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He suddenly stood up and strode towards her. "Why are you dressed like a wild man, all disheveled?"
At the same moment, Xuanfeng Qian also noticed that Leng Ye was not wearing any clothes to cover his body. He hurriedly closed the door and asked in a cold voice, "Why aren't you dressed?"
"Without your permission, I dare not act on my own."
When did you become so obedient?
Xuan Fengqian looked at him with a mixture of belief and doubt, and suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, you can hardly find a spot on your body with intact skin, so why is there nothing wrong there?"
"I have a family. What will you do if my manhood breaks?"
"I suspect you're a reincarnation of a pervert. Even in this critical moment, you're still thinking about these kinds of nonsense."
Xuan Fengqian chuckled and casually handed the shimmering silver lightning fragment to Leng Ye. "Keep it safe. If any lightning tribulation dares to strike you again, just mention my name."
"good."
Looking at the domineering and imposing Xuan Fengqian, Leng Ye felt as if he were the pampered little wife being kept in her boudoir, and a sense of shame suddenly arose in his heart.
"Why do you blush so easily, like a young lady?"
Xuan Feng glanced at Leng Ye, whose face was flushed, and without saying a word, he suddenly pressed him down on the desk and deftly applied medicine to his injuries.
Leng Ye was not used to being looked down at like that, and turned his head away shyly. "A Qian, I can heal myself with the art of traditional Chinese medicine. There is no need to apply any medicine."
Xuanfeng ignored him and asked indifferently, "Have you finished writing the self-criticism?"
"..."
Leng Ye remained silent, unwilling to admit that he had actually obediently written a self-criticism.
In his view, being afraid of one's wife is indeed a loss of face.
He was willing to spoil her rotten, but he didn't want others to know how afraid of his wife he was. If word got out, where would he, the mighty Demon Lord of the Nine Netherworlds, put his face?
“Read it aloud.”
Seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, Xuanfeng cut to the chase.
Leng Ye raised his eyes to observe Xuan Fengqian's focused expression. After pondering for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to speak, "I was wrong. I will definitely not make the same mistake again next time."
"You only wrote one sentence in an hour?"
Leng Ye defended himself in a deep voice: "Although it is only one sentence, I copied it ten thousand times."
Xuanfeng Qianliu raised her eyebrows and said with slight displeasure, "Couldn't you have written more specifically where the mistake is?"
"I shouldn't have conspired with Zhimo to deceive you, causing you to have a miscarriage for no reason."
"What should we do if there's a next time?"
There won't be a next time.
Leng Ye finally understood what the will to survive was. At this moment, he couldn't care less about saving face and could only answer obediently.
Xuan Fengqian nodded with satisfaction, then asked, "Go on, what else did you do wrong?"
"I shouldn't have pushed you to Di Jun."
"What should we do if there is a next time?"
There won't be a next time.
Leng Ye muttered, even he didn't know why he was so afraid of Xuan Fengqian.
Seeing that Leng Ye had been going on and on without mentioning the matter she cared about most, Xuan Feng suddenly punched him in the chest, "Why did you sign the divorce papers?"
"How could I bear to divorce you? I'm just trying my best to please you and make you happy."
"Happy? I'm lucky I haven't died of anger, how can I be happy?" Xuan Fengqian gritted her teeth in anger, suddenly ripped off the silk sash from her waist, and tightly bound his hands. "Fine. Now that you've signed the divorce papers, don't even think about sleeping in my bed anymore."
Unsatisfied with Leng Ye's ambiguous answer, yet unwilling to lay a hand on him, she simply removed her robe in front of him, letting him experience the feeling of being consumed by lust.
"A-Qian, what's wrong?"
Is it pretty?
Xuanfeng Qianxi's sharp peach blossom eyes sparkled with starlight, and every gesture he made exuded a captivating charm.
What's most striking is that, besides her captivating charm, her face also possesses a touch of naivety.
Leng Ye suddenly felt as if his whole body was on fire, and he swallowed nervously. "It looks good. Quickly untie me."
Xuan Feng groaned softly, completely ignoring his increasingly tense body, and said irritably, "Since you had the courage to sign the divorce papers, you should be able to endure the loneliness, don't you think?"
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