Nine Netherworlds, Purple Netherworld Palace
Leng Ye, supported by Jing Que and Jing Jue, changed into clean clothes and then barged into Zhi Mo's room.
The moment he pushed open the door, he saw Zhimo gently coaxing the crying baby in her arms.
"Demon Lord, what's wrong?"
Seeing that Leng Ye was surrounded by demonic energy and looked pale and sickly, Zhi Mo quickly handed the baby in her arms to the demones beside her, stepped forward, and carefully supported Leng Ye.
"Could you do me a favor?"
Leng Ye concealed the grief in his eyes and spoke as calmly as possible.
"What kind of help?"
Zhi Mo stared at the bright red blood dripping down his forehead, panicked and at a loss for what to do.
After hesitating for a moment, she finally took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and carefully wiped away the bloodstains that were flowing freely on his cheek.
"Help me get rid of her."
As soon as Leng Ye finished speaking, he pressed Zhi Mo down onto the food table behind her.
Zhi Mo instantly understood, and stared with particular concern at Leng Ye, who was growing increasingly weak in front of him.
She could sense that his breath was growing weaker and weaker, as if he had suffered a very serious injury.
After hesitating for a long time, Zhimo finally mustered up her courage and asked him softly, "Why did you lie to her? She's pregnant and can't take any more stress."
"I am not a good match for her."
Did you ask her directly? Making such a decision on your own is also a form of harm to her.
"To be honest, I don't have much time left. I must make her give up her hopes as soon as possible. Do you understand?"
"Demon Lord..."
Zhi Mo couldn't understand what Leng Ye meant by "not having much time left," but she could completely see his deep affection for Xuan Fengqian.
Since he insisted on this, all she could do was to cooperate with him to the best of her ability.
Thinking of this, she suddenly reached out and gripped his shoulders tightly, forcing him to press his body completely against hers.
outside the house.
Xuan Fengqian stared blankly at the two people in the room who were acting unusually intimately. She originally intended to ask Leng Ye if he had conspired with Zhi Mo to put on a show in front of her just to spite her.
Unexpectedly, Leng Ye spoke first before she could, "Who gave you permission to come here?"
"I...I just wanted to tell you in person that I still love you."
Xuan Fengqian bit her lower lip tightly, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke her mind.
Upon hearing her words, Leng Ye could no longer hold back his emotions, and his arms, which were supporting him on the food counter, trembled with overwhelming excitement.
Seeing the bulging veins on Leng Ye's neck, Zhi Mo knew that he had lost control of his emotions. With no other choice, she reached out and turned Leng Ye's cheek. "Demon Lord, have you thought carefully about what to do?"
Leng Ye closed his eyes in sorrow, his thin lips moving slightly, his words filled with cold indifference, "There are countless women who admire me, what makes you so special? Leave Ziyou Palace at once, or I will only despise you more if you spoil my interest."
"Why?"
"Since you refuse to let me in, what reason do I have to cling to you? Do you think I can't live without you? Besides you, there are plenty of other women willing to bear my children."
"I don't believe it."
Xuan Fengqian always felt that Leng Ye couldn't possibly have fallen for someone else in just three days.
She completely ignored his fierce appearance and mustered her courage to step into Zhi Mo's house, intending to confront him face to face.
Seeing this, Zhimo ripped open her clothes with a "whoosh" and said coquettishly, "Demon Lord, don't treat me like this in front of others..."
Leng Ye instinctively wanted to back away, but under Xuan Fengqian's direct gaze, she could only pretend to be calm and cooperate with Zhi Mo, "What's there to be shy about? If she wants to see, let her see."
Xuanfeng stared intently at Zhimo's wide-open robe, a chill running through him.
She wanted to turn and leave, but she couldn't help but grab Leng Ye's sleeve and ask in a trembling voice, "Why are you doing this to me?"
"If you don't love someone anymore, you just don't love them anymore."
"I see."
Xuan Fengqian murmured softly, and with great effort, he staggered out of the Purple Nether Palace.
At this moment, she was so sad that she could hardly breathe, so she had no mind to consider why Leng Ye had suddenly turned on her.
"Princess, what's wrong with you?"
Qi Yuan, who had been waiting outside the Purple Nether Palace for a long time, saw Xuan Fengqian looking so lost and disoriented, so she quickly went to her and carefully helped her up.
"Quickly send someone to fetch the Demon Doctor, my stomach hurts."
Xuan Feng's face was unusually pale due to the persistent dull pain in her abdomen. She leaned almost all her weight on Qi Yuan, and just as she was about to say something, everything suddenly went black before her eyes, and she fainted.
"Princess!"
Upon seeing this, the demon servants who were hiding in the shadows and protecting Xuan Fengqian exchanged glances and quickly carried her back.
When Leng Ye learned that Xuan Fengqian had been agitated by him and was in a bad mood, he hurriedly pushed away the dream demon who was channeling his true energy into him and rushed into Qingfeng Palace in a panic.
"A-Qian..."
He sat alone beside the bed, his hands tightly gripping Xuanfeng Qian's cold hands, staring intently at her unconscious state.
Seeing Leng Ye's expression, Qi Yuan said indignantly, "Young Master, you know the Princess is pregnant, yet you still anger her like this. How can you live with yourself?"
"Get out. I want to keep her company."
"You're the one who should leave."
Qi Yuan was afraid that Leng Ye would do something to hurt Xuan Feng Qian again, so she refused to leave no matter what.
Leng Ye originally intended to spend more time with Xuan Fengqian while she was unconscious, but Qi Yuan kept staring at him intently as if he were a thief.
After pondering for a long time, he finally stood up slowly and walked step by step out of Qingfeng Palace.
At that moment, he finally understood that not all lovers can be together in the end.
He owed her a debt of gratitude that he was destined never to repay.
Right now, he only hopes that after he dies, Xuan Fengqian can completely forget him.
With that thought in mind, he immediately ordered Jingzhe to personally go to the Demon Realm and asked Dijun to hurry to the Nine Netherworlds so that he could spend more time with her.
Jingzhe looked at Leng Ye, who was still recovering from serious injuries and had been hurt in the heart, and hesitated to leave. "Demon Lord, perhaps there is still a chance for things to turn around."
"Regardless of whether there is a turning point or not, I must prepare for the worst."
"Can..."
"No buts," Leng Ye said firmly.
"Your subordinate obeys."
Seeing that Leng Ye had made up his mind, Jingzhe had no choice but to follow his orders.
Before leaving, he suddenly stopped and said hesitantly, "Demon Lord, over the years I have had a doubt in my heart, and I hope you can tell me the truth."
"What is it?"
"Is it absolutely impossible for Yan Xi to be resurrected?"
"yes."
"Your subordinate understands. Thank you for informing me, Demon Lord."
As Jingzhe spoke these words, her thoughts became even more complicated the moment she turned around.
Not long ago, Yan Xi told him that the enemies who had been chasing him were actually arranged by Leng Ye in advance.
The reason Leng Ye orchestrated this whole drama was simply to keep Jingzhe by his side forever.
According to Yan Xi, her death was entirely due to Leng Ye.
The problem is, judging from Leng Ye's calm attitude, Jing Zhe really can't believe that Leng Ye would resort to such a vicious and despicable trick in order to keep him.
At this moment, he had no idea whether to believe Leng Ye's words or Yan Xi's words.
One was a benefactor who had shown him immense kindness, and the other was a woman who had sacrificed herself for him.
For him, making a choice was an incredibly difficult task.
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Several hours later, as soon as Di Jun received Leng Ye's letter, he rushed to Jiu You.
He leisurely settled into the ghost carriage transformed from the Guhuoniao bird, and swept across the sky above the Nine Netherworlds.
To his utter astonishment, in just a few months, the Nine Netherworld had undergone a complete transformation.
The dark demonic energy that had lingered over the Nine Netherworld for years had completely dissipated. Looking down at the panoramic view of the Nine Netherworld, he had the illusion of being in the Nine Heavens.
"Gu Huo, have you taken the wrong path? Are you sure this is the Nine Netherworld?"
Di Jun's sense of direction is not very good, and he has not improved at all over the years.
Normally, they rely entirely on Guhuo for guidance.
Gu Huo sensed the doubt in Di Jun's words and snorted arrogantly, "Do you think everyone is like you? My ability to find my way around is unparalleled in the world."
"So what if you know the way? That strange bird beside Leng Ye still looks down on you."
"You make it sound like Princess Xiantian, who's by Leng Ye's side, has taken a liking to you!"
Guhuo is known for its sharp tongue, and with nine mouths, it's not easy for Dijun to outwit it.
By the time Gu Huo brought Di Jun to the Soul Devouring Hall, he had already been verbally attacked by Gu Huo's nine mouths, turning his face pale, feeling short of breath, and almost dying.
Sitting alone on his high seat, Leng Ye saw Di Jun approaching with a menacing aura. He slowly put down the jade cup in his hand and said in a deep voice, "She is in Qingfeng Palace."
Di Jun ignored him and walked straight to his side, asking him with considerable confusion, "How did Jiu You become like this?"
"Isn't this good? In order to accumulate merit for my unborn child, I spent several months to restore the Nine Netherworld to the same order as the mortal world, with everything in perfect order and full of life."
"good."
Di Jun was usually cold-hearted, but when he witnessed the changes in Leng Ye, he was moved.
He inadvertently caught a glimpse of the dark dregs in Leng Ye's jade cup and was even more incredulous. "Are you really Leng Ye?"
In his memory, Leng Ye had always been arrogant and unruly.
Even with serious injuries, it's impossible for someone to hold a jade cup properly and sip their medicine slowly.
"Why aren't you leaving yet? If you don't leave soon, I might regret it."
Leng Ye ignored Di Jun and picked up the scroll in front of her desk, engrossed in reading it.
Seeing this, Di Jun didn't say anything more and in a flash jumped up behind Gu Huo, anxiously saying, "Go to Qingfeng Palace."
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