Leng Ye had thought that there was no place for him in Xuan Fengqian's heart anymore.
It wasn't until Xuan Fengqian personally tied a large stack of red threads around his ankle that he dared to believe that she still cared about him to some extent.
"Jingzhe, do you think my shoes look good?"
Leng Ye casually lifted the hem of his robe, revealing the red thread that was sometimes visible and sometimes hidden on his black dragon-patterned boots.
"ah?"
The awakening of insects felt like being struck by lightning, and it took a long time for the person to recover.
He stared blankly at Leng Ye, who had started laughing to himself again, and only after a long while did he follow his gaze.
"This red line..."
Jingzhe glanced at the large clump of red threads tangled together on his shoes and made a gesture as if to squat down and untangle them for him.
Seeing this, Leng Ye hurriedly took a step back and shouted in a cold voice, "Don't move!"
Jingzhe quickly stopped and asked, puzzled, "Demon Lord, could this red thread have been tied by Princess Xiantian?"
"Hmm." Leng Ye responded with a hint of smugness, his lips curving upwards again. "Jingzhe, did you see that? She actually cares about me a lot. The reason she's acting so cold is just because she's shy. So, if she finds out that I've gotten another woman pregnant, she'll definitely be jealous."
"What the Demon Lord says is absolutely right."
Jingzhe thought to herself that Xuanfengqian putting the red thread around Lengye's ankle was definitely not because she cared.
As he suspected, given Xuan Fengqian's personality, there was a high chance he would end up with another woman.
To put it another way, he always felt that even if Leng Ye slept with other women in front of her, she wouldn't necessarily be jealous.
"Jingzhe, do you think she's thinking about me right now? Just now, she said a lot of hurtful things to me. She must be regretting now why she couldn't be more gentle with me... Who knows, she might even cry because of her guilt towards me."
Leng Ye crouched down, gently stroking the red thread on his shoes, his sharp eyes instantly softening into a gentle, watery gaze.
Seeing Leng Ye sinking deeper and deeper into joy, Jingzhe dared not pour cold water on him when he was overjoyed. She could only bite the bullet and agree, "What the Demon Lord says is very true. Princess Xiantian must also be thinking of you."
The Dream Demon, who had been waiting outside the cell for a long time, saw Leng Ye almost obsessively touching his shoes as he strode forward and asked in a deep voice, "What brings the Demon Lord here so late at night?"
Upon hearing this, Leng Ye suppressed his smile and stood up unhurriedly. "Quickly reconstruct everything that happened in the Nine Nether Demon Prison half a month ago. I want to find out what Xuan Fengqian did in the Demon Prison."
The Dream Demon, looking slightly troubled, replied, "Replying to the Demon Lord, Princess Xiantian possesses a pure primordial immortal body, and given that she is not present, reconstructing what happened half a month ago would be extremely difficult. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless you obtain Princess Xiantian's personal belongings, you may not attempt it," the Dream Demon said, stroking his inch-long beard with an air of seriousness.
"The Awakening of Insects, clear the area."
Leng Ye glanced indifferently at the dozens of expressionless jailers in front of him and gave Jingzhe orders in a deep voice.
After everyone had dispersed, he took out a neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket.
The bloodstains on the handkerchief had long since dried, revealing a dark reddish-black color.
The nightmare glanced at the filthy handkerchief and was about to reach out to take it.
Unexpectedly, Leng Ye carefully tucked the handkerchief into his bosom as if it were a precious treasure, saying, "You must not touch the handkerchief with your hands."
"..."
The Nightmare was speechless. If it weren't for the pressure from Leng Ye, he wouldn't have wanted to touch this dirty handkerchief!
However, in the end, Leng Ye has the final say in the Nine Netherworlds.
He had no choice but to obediently do whatever Leng Ye said.
After a moment of contemplation, the Dream Demon had no choice but to cast a spell remotely with some difficulty, using the blood-stained handkerchief to recreate what had happened in the Nine Nether Demon Prison half a month ago.
Pushing aside the fog of dreams, Leng Ye, along with the dream demon, stepped into the dark and damp prison.
Inside the prison cell, the group of lustful men were vying to pounce on Xuan Fengqian.
Leng Ye was extremely anxious and rushed forward to protect her in his arms, but she was like a wisp of smoke, dissipating into mist at the slightest touch.
What he found even more unacceptable was that, in the next instant, dozens of hands simultaneously attacked her.
She frowned in disgust and forcefully shoved away the hand that was trying to slip under her skirt.
"Oh my, this little brat has quite the stubborn streak!"
"She's still wearing her wedding dress; she must be eager to consummate her marriage with her brothers."
"Is there even a need to ask? This slut is definitely thinking about it very much."
...
As Leng Yeguang listened to their unbearable taunts, his dark eyes turned bloodshot.
He hated that he couldn't rush into her dream and wipe out this group of lecherous scoundrels for her.
She hated herself even more for torturing her so cruelly.
After a long while, when he saw Xuan Fengqian transform the demons who had torn off her wedding dress into her likeness, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Xuan Fengqian was not physically harmed, at this moment he could truly understand her helplessness.
He originally thought that he had saved her several times, which would completely make up for his debt to her.
Only now does he realize how deeply he has hurt her.
As she said, not all merits and demerits can be offset.
Giving someone a slap followed by a sweet treat won't heal the wound; in fact, the sweet treat will become tasteless.
Just as he slumped against the wall, apologizing to her again and again, the Nightmare's eyes widened, and she suddenly exclaimed, "Blood Demon!"
Upon hearing this, Leng Ye finally came to his senses.
He stared intently at the woman in black who suddenly appeared outside the cell, trying his best to hear what she was saying. However, because Yuan Pa was being placed under the demons who had been transformed into women, the dream was filled with terrified screams and heavy breathing.
Left with no other choice, Leng Ye could only deduce their conversation based on Xuan Fengqian's lip movements.
"The power of the gods can even foresee calamities?" Leng Ye frowned, suddenly falling into deep thought.
The Nightmare Demon appeared particularly bewildered, speaking cautiously, "The gods have perished, and their power is nothing but a legend. It seems the Blood Demon only lied about giving the power of the gods to Princess Xiantian to control her. As for the idea that the power of the gods could foresee calamities, that should just be nonsense."
In the cold night, a sudden flash of inspiration struck, and an intuition arose.
Perhaps, in his previous life, Xuan Fengqian was misled by the superpower of "foreseeing disasters," which gradually caused her to develop a rift with him, leading to the most fatal blow she dealt him during the war between immortals and demons.
Although Leng Ye was extremely reluctant to recall those painful past events mixed with blood and tears, in order to search for more clues, he finally closed his eyes and recalled every detail of his life before his rebirth.
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