Chapter 116 Demon Lord 116%
Qu Yaoyao thought they were free, but she didn't know that a greater disaster was waiting for Chong'an.
Chong'an was still only a young phoenix. His mere two hundred years of age were useless after such a long period of captivity. He couldn't even muster the simplest spiritual energy. With his wings broken, he needed help most. But then, Sang Ying led the Phoenix Clan to attack.
The spiritual energy that Chong'an released at that time soared into the sky. It was the unique aura of King Golden-Winged Divine Phoenix, and it was impossible for the Phoenix Clan to fail to notice it.
The Dragon Lord had anticipated the Phoenix Clan's invasion, but he hadn't expected it to arrive so quickly. It was Sang Ying who arrived in person. Seeing Sang Ying's murderous, cold expression, the Dragon Lord hurriedly grabbed him and asked, "Where's Wu Shao? Tell him to hurry and bring the Kunlun Snow Lotus!"
The captured man's legs trembled as he stammered, "His Highness Wu Shao disappeared with the Kunlun Snow Lotus."
"Gone?!" The Dragon Lord's face twisted a little. "What do you mean by 'gone?'"
If it's gone, it's gone.
For many years, obtaining the Kunlun Snow Lotus has become Wu Shao's inner demon. He always feels that as long as he obtains the Kunlun Snow Lotus, the Dragon Lord will pass the throne to him, and he can use the snow lotus to destroy the Phoenix Clan and ascend to the highest position in the ancient world.
But now, he has become a disabled person, but it doesn't matter.
Wu Shao stumbled along, carrying the Kunlun Snow Lotus. He thought joyfully, as long as he had the Snow Lotus, the position of Dragon Lord would be his sooner or later. If his father was unwilling to pass the throne to him, he would never get his hands on the Snow Lotus.
With this thought in mind, Wu Shao left Hou Jin behind and escaped from the Dragon Palace. Little did he know that because of his greed, the dragon clan missed the best opportunity to kill Sang Ying and eventually went to destruction.
Chong'an can't hold on any longer, they must leave here immediately.
After Wu Shao left, Hou Jin grabbed the long spike on the table and rushed out of the cell with Chong'an on her back. She had already lost her lover and could not lose her child again, so even if she died outside today, she could not watch Chong'an die in her arms.
She has done too many mistakes...
"Hey, is that the queen?"
"Where did the queen come from? Isn't the queen in Feng Palace?"
"I'm not talking about Yiwei, but your majesty's former queen." The two generals beside Sang Ying passed by here and happened to see Hou Jin running out with Chong'an. They quickly informed Sang Ying of the matter.
The secret room where Hou Jin is located is in a very remote and desolate palace. In order not to attract attention, there are only a few people guarding it, and no one comes here on weekdays.
Wu Shao left in such a hurry that the guards didn't notice him leaving. He was napping in his room as usual, so no one noticed Hou Jin's escape. If Sang Ying hadn't chosen to attack the Dragon Clan today, perhaps Hou Jin could have escaped with Chong'an. But Sang Ying chose today and ordered the Phoenix Clan to surround her.
How do you say that?
When you should come, I beg and hope for you but you never come. When my heart is dead and I don't need you anymore, you suddenly appear from the sky. Is it still meaningful?
It's gone.
The Dragon and Phoenix tribes fought again in the deserted palace, blocking Hou Jin and Chong An's way out and trapping them in the center. Hou Jin's clothes were stained red with Chong An's blood. Her hands, trembling as she held Chong An, were wet and stained with blood. She fell to the ground helplessly.
"Chong'an, hold on."
"Don't sleep."
The surroundings were filled with shouting and fighting, the magic of the two clans clashing and slicing, scratching Hou Jin's arm. She was not afraid of dying here, but she was afraid that Chong'an would be hurt again, so she curled up to protect Chong'an, trying to cover his ears to prevent him from hearing these harsh sounds.
Looking past the crowd, Hou Jin spotted a tall figure standing outside. It was still the red-robed figure she remembered, with dark hair, a longsword in hand, and a half-golden mask. As if noticing the distant gaze, he glanced sideways, his movements faltering, and he was nearly stabbed by the Dragon Lord.
Sang Ying was arrogant, warlike, and conceited, and had the ruthlessness and cruelty of a superior in his bones. These characteristics became more obvious during the two hundred years that Hou Jin disappeared.
When he pierced the Dragon Lord's arm with a sword, he curled his thin lips and showed a mocking smile, and the dragon clan cheered loudly.
Look, he is still the same person in memory, the high and mighty king of the Phoenix clan, while Hou Jin, who has been imprisoned for two hundred years, has become dull and colorless and has become a prisoner, lowly to the dust, and is about to lose even his own son.
This is the true love that she has protected for hundreds of years at the cost of her life.
This was the father she had deceived Chong'an with her false love for two hundred years. The man they had been waiting for had finally arrived. She should be happy at this moment, patting Chong'an on the shoulder and telling him with a smile, "See, I told you your father would come to save us."
...but she couldn't say it.
Looking at Chong'an, whose body was covered with bruises and gradually getting colder, Hou Jin pressed his hand on the wound where he lost his wing and pressed it hard.
"Hmm." Chong'an let out a faint groan.
Qu Yaoyao was startled and quickly patted Hou Jin's hand, "Are you crazy? What are you doing?"
But she couldn't touch her.
Hou Jin was still pressing hard on Chong'an's wound, forcing Chong'an, who had fallen into a coma, to wake up from the pain.
"Chong'an, you have to survive."
Hou Jin's eyes were gentle as he looked at him, and he asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
"Is the water in the Ice Hell extremely cold?"
"Are you tired of hearing the sound of chains?"
"You, you don't like the dark, right..."
"We spent the long darkness with hope, hoping that someone would save us from hell, but he never came, never came."
Hou Jin sighed, placing her bloodstained hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at the chaotic scene before him. She moved closer to Chong'an, hugging him tightly and asking him to look carefully at the scene before him. Her gentle figure gradually turned cold, "Remember these faces before you."
"None of them tolerates us. Everyone is hurting us. They want to kill us. But what have we done wrong? We haven't done anything wrong. Why do they treat us like this?!"
After deceiving Chong'an with false love and hope for a hundred years, Hou Jin knew that love could no longer keep him. Since love was no longer useful, he might as well let him hate him.
Hou Jin asked Chong'an to remember these people and live with hatred and revenge. "Only if we live well can we make those who hurt us pay the price."
"So, you have to stay alive."
“…”
The Phoenix Clan won this battle, and Hou Jin and Chong'an were brought back to the Phoenix Clan.
The dream's images were disjointed, lingering on Hou Jin's cold, gloomy words. Then, the scene shifted, and Qu Yaoyao was standing in a garden of blue sky and green earth. Tall sycamore trees rose from the ground. Hidden among the flowers and plants was a large bamboo house. Red curtains draped the portico, and a girl in a brightly colored dress passed by.
"I'm so annoyed. Why do you make me take care of that sickly guy? He's so ugly. I get numb all over when I see him."
"Hush, keep your voice down, that's Empress Hou Jin's son."
"What Empress Hou Jin? Our current queen is Yi Wei. She has no relationship with our Majesty anymore. Otherwise, why would they be arranged to live in such a shabby place?"
"What are you talking about? Didn't you see those gentlemen still calling her Empress Hou Jin? If it weren't for His Majesty's instructions, they wouldn't dare to call her that. Also, don't look so stern when you go in later. The sickly person you were talking about is now our Crown Prince Difeng, and His Majesty personally gave him the name Chao Yuan."
"Tsk." The disgusted girl was still very disdainful, and finally muttered: "What a lousy prince! He is so ugly that he doesn't even have wings. When the queen gives birth to a son, he will die sooner or later."
Qu Yaoyao was furious when she heard this. Seeing them disappear around the corner immediately, she hurriedly followed them.
As they approached a bamboo hut, she smelled a strong medicinal odor and heard the maid say stiffly, "It's time to change the medicine."
The red gauze curtain hung to the ground and was gathered up by the maids. Qu Yaoyao entered the bedroom before them and saw Chong'an sitting by the window. He was wearing a thin white robe with his hair loose. His facial features were white and delicate, and pale without any blood.
How can he be ugly? What's so ugly about him?!
Qu Yaoyao didn't understand the maids' aesthetic taste. It was not until the accompanying male imperial physician came forward and half-undressed him, exposing the wound on his back, that she saw the maids turned away with unhappy expressions.
Chong'an's back injury was very serious. Without his wings, his vitals were injured and he is still in danger.
Qu Yaoyao couldn't bear to look any longer, so she looked away as the maid was looking. She saw a few young men playing not far away, and suddenly understood what the maid meant by "ugly".
It's wings.
Those young men weren't as good-looking as Chong'an, but they had beautiful wings behind them. Pushed by their companions, the young men flapped their wings and flew halfway into the sky, their feathers reflecting beautiful light in the sunlight.
Phoenix, what is the phoenix without wings? The beauty and ugliness recognized by the Phoenix clan are all in the wings.
Looking at the winged young men, Qu Yaoyao suddenly felt uncomfortable. After the imperial physician applied the medicine and quickly led the people away, she heard the maid muttering softly, "It's so ugly, so scary."
The wingless Phoenix clan is an alien to them.
"Who are you?" Suddenly, Qu Yaoyao heard Chong'an speaking.
She came to her senses and found that there was no one in the room. Chong'an was slowly gathering his clothes and looking at her with his head tilted.
"You, you can see me?!" Qu Yaoyao was delighted and hurried to his side.
As a teenager, Chong'an was very beautiful, with long eyebrows, phoenix eyes, thin lips, and a sickly pale complexion. Perhaps it was because he had lost his wings, or perhaps it was because he had not yet awakened his phoenix bloodline, but his pupils were now a dark black, and his long eyelashes cast shadows on his eyelids, making him look like a porcelain doll.
He was still struggling to tie his clothes. Seeing Qu Yaoyao walk over to him and squat down, he stopped and suddenly raised his hand to touch her cheek.
"You smell so good..." He murmured softly, his voice unclear.
Qu Yaoyao was stunned for a moment. The hand on her cheek was soft and frail. She didn't push him away, but just wondered, "Fragrant?"
What's so fragrant about her?
Chong'an was still very weak, and each sentence was very slow. He stared at her with a straight gaze and repeated: "You look like...that little snow lotus."
He didn't mean fragrant, but like.
Qu Yaoyao blinked and acknowledged it directly, "I am that little snow lotus."
"Chong'an, you..."
He could finally see her. Qu Yaoyao thought this was a good opportunity to pull him out of the dream, but Chong'an interrupted her, "It's not Chong'an, it's Chao Yuan."
"What?"
Chong'an spoke slowly, "My name is Chao Yuan."
After he came out of the underground palace and was named Prince Difeng by Sang Ying, Hou Jin told him that Chong'an had died in the darkness, and the one who remained in the light now was named Chao Yuan.
He was once Chong'an, but later he was Chao Yuan. Chong'an was Chao Yuan, and Chao Yuan was Chong'an, so Chao Yuan did not lie to her, and everything he said was true.
Before entering his dream, Qu Yaoyao was unwilling to believe that Chao Yuan was Chong'an, but now that she was in his dream and watched him change from Chong'an to Chao Yuan step by step, she believed it was true.
But Qu Yaoyao didn't understand. Since the name Chong'an meant an endless abyss, why did he say the name "Chong'an" when he came back to her and protect her?
"Can I have you?" Chao Yuan looked down at her.
His eyes gradually revealed an obsessive look, just like the first time he saw the light, full of splendor and brilliance. The appearance of the small snow lotus pulled him out of hell. He thought Chong'an had seen it before his death and had no regrets, but he didn't expect that Chao Yuan, who had come back to life, would be able to see it again.
Qu Yaoyao looked back at him and was about to nod when Chao Yuan suddenly disappeared.
It was the dream that detected Chao Yuan's emotional fluctuations. In the boundless dark dream, apart from embracing death, he should not have any joy or interest, let alone be redeemed.
Snap——
The scene changes, and fire breaks out everywhere. A barrier is sealing the Lingze Wonderland where the Phoenix Clan lives.
Everyone was running and fleeing. Qu Yaoyao saw a corner of a red dress. Sang Ying was kneeling on the ground with Hou Jin in her arms. She heard Hou Jin say weakly, "If you really feel sorry for me, then never become a demon again."
"Take good care of Chao Yuan, keep him alive and well, and let him grow wings again."
Hou Jin died.
Qu Yaoyao watched as the Kunlun Snow Lotus finally returned to her body, freezing her body inch by inch. She used her final spiritual power to seal the Lingze Wonderland, trapping the Phoenix Clan there forever, and also imposed the most severe restrictions on Sang Ying, forbidding him to fall into evil for her.
The Golden-Winged Divine Phoenix, one thought can turn you into a god, one thought can turn you into a devil, Sang Ying finally became a god.
A fallen angel with the heaviest inner demons.
Qu Yaoyao searched for a long time before she found Chao Yuan. He was standing in the firelight in white clothes, squatting down to look at the box on the ground.
The huge wooden box was carved with dragon patterns and was heavy and difficult to open. He moved a few times and blood seeped from his back. Qu Yaoyao quickly ran to his side and said, "I'll help you."
Snap——
When the box was opened, a few feathers fell out, revealing the beautiful wings covered with scars inside. These were Chao Yuan's broken wings.
Chao Yuan's tentacles gently touched the wings, and the light on the broken wings gradually disappeared, turning into a clear and sharp jade fan.
"This is..." Qu Yaoyao was stunned. It was the fan that Chao Yuan often held in his hand.
The dream automatically modified Chao Yuan's memory, so he forgot Qu Yaoyao.
The firelight flickered. He turned his head to look at the girl who suddenly appeared beside him. His long eyelashes fluttered as he slowly put away his fan and said calmly, "You look like that little snow lotus."
The barrier laid by Hou Jin closed, trapping all the Phoenix clan members to death.
Chao Yuan spent two hundred years in the Frozen Hell. Upon his release, he lost his mother and was trapped by her to death among the Phoenix Clan, who hated him. He didn't know how much longer he would endure this endless and boring world. He looked at the barrier in the sky and said, "I'll give it to you."
"Will you stay with me?"
The other wing lay quietly in the wooden box, emitting a faint light.
The author has something to say: There are a few more truths buried in the previous chapters that are about to surface. The dream will end in the next chapter.
Every time the words Sang Ying are typed, the first word that appears is Sang You.
It seems that my input method has not forgotten him either.
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