Chapter 68 The Demon God: "Perhaps I've seen him in my dreams."
"I know you will always be with me."
Fu Yunyao couldn't make a moving promise. She never believed that there was really someone who would rather have nothing and lose everything just to stay by her side.
The candlelight was relit, and she gazed at the young man before her.
His eyebrows, eyes, and expression resembled his younger self, yet...
Completely different.
The young Fu Yusheng was spirited and exuberant, forever vibrant and full of life.
He is capricious and unrestrained. In his eyes, everything in the world is only a matter of his own desires and dissents, and no matter what others do, they cannot sway him in the slightest.
He is the free and unrestrained wind, with no place to return to, nor needing to return to.
The wind should not linger.
Fu Yunyao looked at the pain and pleading in his eyes. She saw the humble pleas in his expression and demeanor. She watched as the youthful spirit that had disappeared beneath his handsome face vanished.
Something seems to have changed...
Why?
Because of her?
For her, of all things in the world, the most important thing is "herself".
She gave her all for herself; she believed in herself and loved herself.
Therefore, she could not understand Xuan Kui, who was willing to fall into demonic ways for Qing Yue, nor could she understand Zhu Yu, who gave up his future for Mo Chi Zhao, nor could she understand Mu Jin, who was willing to have his soul scattered just to keep the promise of "accompanying each other for life".
Just like today, she looked at Fu Yusheng.
I am still full of confusion.
But……
She reached out, her fingertips landing on the corner of Fu Yusheng's eye, as if touching a wet patch.
The soul bell on her wrist swayed gently.
One sound after another, I wonder whose ears it fell into, and whose heart it resonated in.
Amidst the clear ringing of the bell, she heard her own voice.
“Fu Yusheng, I’m only giving you one chance. If you lie to me, you know I won’t be lenient.”
I can trust you once, and I will only trust you once.
Fu Yusheng simply lowered his eyes, then slightly turned his head to touch the fingertips of her fingers that were lightly stroking the corners of her eyes.
A smile was hidden in her light-colored eyes.
It seems to have regained some of its former unbridled spirit.
He spoke softly, his voice gentle yet firm.
He said.
"If one day I displease you, you may destroy this Soul Bell."
He no longer said that she could always trust him, nor did he say that he would always stay with him.
She doesn't need empty promises.
If the Soul Bell is destroyed, he will die.
His soul would be scattered, his body would perish—that was the final promise and guarantee he could give her.
He promised himself he would never betray her and that his heart would only belong to her.
The wind will not linger, but life will continue.
...
"I also want to go down the mountain."
Mo Beili rested his chin on his hands and sighed softly.
Ying Shixue sat beside her, her fingertips twirling the ends of her hair, playing with it gently.
He tilted his head upon hearing her words.
"If you want to leave, I'll take you with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and demonic energy swirled around him, ready to be deployed at any moment.
Seeing his commotion, Mo Beili quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist, "No!"
The demonic energy surrounding the two slowly dissipated, and Ying Shixue looked at her with some confusion in her eyes.
"Why? Didn't you want to go out?"
"Because you are..." a demon.
She blurted it out, but the last word was lost in the boy's puzzled expression; he couldn't bring himself to say it.
He looked at the complexity and struggle in her eyes and spoke up to complete her words.
"Because I am a demon, right?"
Mo Beili was stunned. He smiled and then said, "How pitiful. Because of my identity, you can only stay here. But you don't have to care about me."
Mo Beili pursed her lips, then turned her head away, avoiding his gaze. "It's not because of you. I'm just afraid of being captured by someone who's gone crazy again."
“Yes, it’s not because of me,” Ying Shixue replied frankly.
Hearing his voice, Mo Beili couldn't help but speak, "I know, you've never hurt anyone, they just don't understand you..."
“It’s okay,” he interrupted her. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”
Demons don't have much emotion, and they don't care about other people's opinions.
She was the only one in all his remaining memories who genuinely cared whether he was in pain.
He was willing to give her an emotional response.
Mo Beili looked at him, opened her mouth slightly, but didn't know what to say.
Suddenly, she remembered something else.
"You said before that you had met Sister Yao?"
Her thoughts jumped around so quickly that Ying Shixue couldn't react for a moment and just answered instinctively.
"yes."
Mo Beili found it strange, "But you clearly have no memory of what happened before you were trapped in the dungeon, not even how long you were trapped. How could you have met Sister Yao?"
Ying Shixue blinked slowly, and answered hesitantly, "Perhaps, I've seen it in my dream?"
Mo Beili: ?
Fu Yusheng, who had just entered the room and heard these words: ?
He glanced sideways at Fu Yunyao beside him, his eyes filled with confusion.
Fu Yunyao didn't ask many questions about this.
She asked, "Have you seen me in your dreams?"
Fu Yusheng lowered his eyes slightly, sighing softly in his heart.
Liao Liao really didn't realize how ambiguous her question was.
"Ah," Ying Shixue responded, "I think so?"
Sitting to one side, Mo Beili couldn't help but rub his forehead.
Fu Yusheng looked up at the boy, his eyebrows slightly raised, and a smile escaped his throat.
It seems there's another person here who's just like that, devoid of emotion.
Or rather, the devil.
"Yeah?"
Fu Yunyao asked again, her slightly lowered eyes causing Ying Shixue to pause.
He seemed to see, amidst the corpses scattered across the land, a pair of innocent and ignorant eyes, filled with starlight, as clear as warm jade washed by water.
The baby girl couldn't speak; she stretched out her hand, as if trying to grab something.
The demon's heart was cold, and his blood was cold, but this time, he felt the blood surging within him.
He opened his mouth, and this time, his voice was firm.
"I've seen you before."
It wasn't a dream; it was his memory.
Mo Beili's gaze shifted back and forth between the two, and he suddenly remembered why he felt a sense of familiarity when he first saw Ying Shixue.
Because his features are so similar to Fu Yunyao's...
With a wild imagination, she tentatively raised her hand and asked, "Um, is it possible that you and Sister Yao are blood relatives?"
"Blood relatives?"
Ying Shixue murmured these two words, feeling his blood surging and roaring, his beautiful eyebrows curving slightly.
Fu Yunyao's gentle eyebrows curved slightly. She spoke, her voice exceptionally soft, but the words she uttered once again brought Ying Shixue's surging blood back to its cold silence.
She said.
"No way."
As her blood returned to calm, Ying Shixue chuckled softly and spoke.
"Yes, it's impossible."
Mo Beili didn't understand. "Why is it impossible?"
Fu Yunyao looked but did not answer, and Ying Shixue remained silent as well; the room fell silent.
Fu Yusheng glanced at the person beside him and said, "Perhaps we can talk about why you are here?"
Mo Beili thought for a moment, "I don't know either. We were trapped in the dungeon, and I was figuring out how to escape when suddenly Shixue and I appeared here. Then, I saw you two sleeping in the wind and snow."
"The dungeon?" Fu Yunyao repeated.
Mo Beili's eyes suddenly lit up, "Oh right, last time Sister Yao left in such a hurry, I didn't have a chance to tell you, the Immortal Alliance Leader Mu Jiuqing, he seems to be brewing some kind of conspiracy, I was captured by him and put in the dungeon, and Shi Xue too..."
As she spoke, she turned to look at the boy beside her, then paused to finish her sentence.
She can tell others everything about herself without reservation, but for Shixue, he also has the right to refuse to tell.
Ying Shixue noticed her gaze and raised an eyebrow slightly. "What's wrong?"
From the very first time she met him until now, he has always been this casual and relaxed, as if nothing matters.
Mo Beili pursed her lips, wondering whether she should tell him what happened.
Ying Shixue finally noticed her hesitation, and he seemed somewhat agitated, "What are you afraid of? It's not something worth hiding or being certain about."
Under the girl's complicated gaze, he looked up at the two people in front of him... the demons' feared prodigies. Demonic energy spread from his body, and dark red surged into his eyes.
Amidst the terrifying demonic energy, the phantom of the black dragon slowly appeared. It raised its eyes, its crimson gaze filled with bloodthirsty ferocity, silently observing everything.
At the same time as its gaze fell upon Ying Shixue's still relaxed and casual voice.
"Perhaps, I have another name—"
Demon God.
An icy blue sword shadow appeared beside Fu Yunyao, humming and exuding a chilling sword intent, as if it would be drawn from its sheath at any moment.
Ignoring its murderous intent to behead the person in front of her, Fu Yunyao took a few steps forward.
Her eyebrows and eyes were still curved, as if she were smiling.
"I was curious before, how could someone successfully transform into a demon under the rules of Heaven if the Demon Realm's seal was not broken? It turns out..."
She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze fixed on the pair of crimson pupils behind the young demon god, and spoke each word clearly.
"It's because of you."
Mo Beili didn't understand what she meant, so he couldn't help but explain it to Ying Shixue.
“He had been imprisoned in the dungeon by Mu Jiuqing for a long time. He even knew how long he had been imprisoned. He only left the dungeon this time because of an accident. How could the transformation of others into demons be related to him?”
Fu Yunyao chuckled softly as she listened to her explanation.
“If he hadn’t been trapped, the seal on this demonic realm wouldn’t have been broken only ten years ago.”
She reached out and lightly touched the sword's edge, which was constantly radiating sword intent.
Frost climbed up all around, blooming into ice flowers.
Despite the biting cold, her voice remained soft.
"All demonic energy in the world originates from demon gods. When a demon god is powerful, the demonic energy is strong; when a demon god is weak, the demonic energy is weak. The same principle applies..."
She lightly lifted her fingertip, directing the Dust Sword to rush straight towards Ying Shixue, following her command.
"Sister Yao!"
Along with Mo Beili's exclamation, Fu Yunyao's voice rang out with a smile.
"If the demon god falls, the demonic energy will also be completely annihilated."
"but……"
The wind whipped up by the sword energy ruffled the wisps of hair on the boy's forehead, revealing his features that resembled those of Fu Yunyao.
In the blink of an eye, the sword shadow vanished.
Let the Dust Sword fall back to Fu Yunyao's side.
Her voice rang out again.
"I'm more curious whether you were born as a young demon god nurtured by demonic energy, or whether you were brought into being by Mu Jiuqing..."
Artificial demon god?
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