Even if there is a turning point, what then? The future remains uncertain and uncertain.
Xuan Feng gently closed her eyes, her thin, red lips slightly parted, "Jingzhe, I want to be alone."
Seeing her so calm, Jingzhe felt even more uncertain. "I will just keep quiet. Princess, you can pretend I don't exist."
"Go and report back with peace of mind."
Xuan Fengqian had already discerned Jingzhe's thoughts and said calmly, "The anger in the Demon Lord's chest is all because of me. If I die, his anger will have nowhere to go, and the Immortal Realm will be the one to suffer. Therefore, I am not worthy of living, much less worthy of dying."
"Princess, please do not underestimate yourself."
Jingzhe quietly took away the filthy handkerchief from Xuan Fengqian's side and assigned several more demonesses to watch over Xuan Fengqian before she felt relieved and hurried to Ziyou Palace to report back.
As soon as he stepped out of the cell, he saw the demoness from the Purple Nether Palace rushing over.
"Lord Jingzhe, the Demon Lord urgently summons you."
"I understand." Jingzhe nodded slightly, subconsciously clenching the blood-stained handkerchief in her hand. "What else did the Demon Lord say?"
The demoness crossed her arms and shivered involuntarily. "The Demon Lord only instructed me to come to you, without saying why. But I'm sure he's still furious. In less than an hour, he's already killed over a hundred people."
"Still not over it?" Jingzhe frowned, a thoughtful look flashing in his dark pupils.
In Jingzhe's view, although Leng Ye's temper was extremely bad, he wouldn't be so enraged as to enrage over an insignificant woman. The fact that he could firmly hold onto the position of the Nine Nether Demon Lord was enough to prove that he was not just a mindless brute.
But then again, if he wasn't angered by Xuan Fengqian's clash, could it be that he felt sorry for Xuan Qianning, who had been repeatedly persecuted, and that's why he went on a killing spree?
That doesn't seem quite right either...
If Leng Ye truly loved Xuan Qianning, he should be by her side every step of the way right now, instead of brooding and venting his anger by killing.
Or perhaps, Leng Ye's anxiety stems from his worry about Xuan Fengqian, wanting to forgive her but unable to bring himself to do it?
………
Jingzhe nodded as if she understood something, realizing the special feeling Leng Ye had for Xuan Fengqian. She felt a chill run down her spine. "Fate is playing tricks on us. I hope it's 'love' rather than 'calamity'."
I vividly recall that many years ago, an unknown Taoist priest spread rumors that "the Nine Nether Demon Lord is about to face a great calamity and will surely die at the hands of a woman within a hundred years."
At first, Jingzhe thought it was utterly absurd.
Now, upon closer reflection, he suddenly realized that what the wild Taoist priest had said was not so simple.
Seeing Jingzhe's drastic change in expression, the Demoness timidly asked, "Lord Jingzhe, what happened?"
"It's alright. Perhaps I'm overthinking it."
Jingzhe took a deep breath, and as he responded, he strode into the desolate Purple Palace.
At that moment, Leng Ye was leaning back on the Nine Dragon Throne, listlessly playing with the tear-streaked black crow in his palm.
"Your Majesty is biased! The ugly woman in the inner chamber is no match for my beauty and charm." Black Crow covered his face with his feathers and cried uncontrollably.
"Wuya, you must not insult Ning'er."
Leng Ye twisted the black crow's round, black head with a hint of punishment, and said casually.
But this black crow, named "Wuya," showed no intention of stopping while it was ahead.
It fluttered its glossy wings restlessly, then perched steadily on Leng Ye's shoulder, winking at him coquettishly, "I also want to marry Your Majesty!"
"Don't forget your gender."
Leng Ye stared at the withered male crow, increasingly speechless.
Wuya pecked at his feathers in anger, "As long as His Majesty speaks, how can gender be a barrier to true love?"
"Wuya, stop fooling around."
To win Leng Ye's heart, Wuya hardened his heart and pecked off a tuft of soft fur from his chest. "Wuya also has breasts. If you don't believe me, take a closer look!"
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