Chapter 66 Demon Sealing Ceremony vs. the Demon Lord of Annihilation [3rd Update] "Immortal Lord..."
The moment the four words "Immortal Venerable Lanxue" appeared in his eyes, Wen Yinhe couldn't help but stop, his eyes flickering slightly, as if he were reuniting with an old friend after a long separation.
He composed himself and continued reading attentively—
You are gentle and refined, handsome beyond compare. With your sword Lanxue, you slay all the demons in the world. Your figure is elegant and upright, and you have compassion for all living beings. Everyone sings and praises for you.
You were able to draw qi into your body at the age of five, establish your foundation at eighteen, and form your elixir at twenty.
If it weren't for the fact that your appearance remains unchanged after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, you would have actually reached the peak of Qi Refining when you were twelve or thirteen years old. You then deliberately suppressed your cultivation and managed to break through after reaching adulthood.
When you were not even a hundred years old, you were already revered as a Nascent Soul Elder by the people of the world. Subsequently, with your extraordinary talent, you rose to prominence with unstoppable momentum.
He is only five hundred years old now, but his cultivation has reached the peak of the Tribulation Transcending stage. He is only one step away from ascension and is truly the number one immortal in the Six Realms.
Throughout the entire Tiangan Continent, no one can rival you.
However, at the crucial moment when you were in seclusion to ascend to immortality, the forbidden land of "Soul Lock Abyss" in the far north of the continent suddenly experienced an anomaly.
The Demon Lord of Annihilation, Lu Huaijin, who was sealed away a thousand years ago, is showing signs of breaking the formation.
Furthermore, Tianji observed the celestial phenomena at midnight and divined that the Demon Lord of Annihilation and you were born with incompatible destinies. If you were to coexist in the world, you would inevitably meet a tragic end, with both of you perishing and your souls being destroyed.
Both for your own sake and for public reasons, you should set an example and take the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of resealing the Demon Lord of Annihilation.
However, when you were born, all the predecessors who participated in the Demon Sealing Ceremony had perished. Looking around the entire Tiangan Continent, it seems that only you have the ability to seal the Demon Lord of Annihilation.
Back then, even dozens of powerful cultivators working together couldn't kill the Demon Lord of Annihilation; they could only barely seal him away. Now, only five hundred years later, the seal has already loosened.
One can imagine the immense power of the Demon Lord of Annihilation, and also the immense difficulty of this journey.
If anything goes wrong, you will be doomed.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, it seems you have no choice but to sacrifice yourself for righteousness.
Tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM, please proceed to the Demon Sealing Ceremony to reinforce the formation sealing the Demon Lord of Annihilation.
The script wasn't very long. Apart from the basic background introduction, it mostly consisted of descriptions of the guests' personas and personalities, suggesting that the production team wanted the guests to maintain their personas as much as possible.
On the last page of the script, a large, bold black lettering reads a reminder—
[Please always remember: You are a supreme immortal venerable one, compassionate and benevolent, whose life was pure and upright, untainted by worldly dust, and worthy of everyone in the world.]
Upon seeing this, Wen Yinhe's eyes immediately welled up with tears again.
He had a strange, strong feeling that these words might have been written to him personally by Lu Huaijin.
That gentle and considerate man truly supported his soul at all times, silently expressing his love for him.
At the end of the script, just like in a typical murder mystery game, his personal mission is listed—
Your mission: To save the world.
Below this sentence, a footnote was highlighted in bright red ink—
For the sake of all living beings, you are willing to sacrifice everything, even your life.
Wen Yinhe paused slightly, then seemed to be deep in thought.
This connects to the story of "Nine Tribulations of the Azure Netherworld".
In "The Nine Tribulations of the Azure Netherworld", the era of Immortal Venerable Lanxue had already ended. He had already fallen at the beginning of the story, and all his appearances afterward only existed in illusions or flashbacks.
The reason why Immortal Venerable Lanxue perished back then was because she perished together with the Demon Venerable in the war between immortals and demons.
However, due to its limited length, "The Nine Tribulations of the Azure Netherworld" did not detail the specific events of the war between immortals and demons, but it did provide room for the current prequel to develop.
From this perspective, the ending of this murder mystery game seems to have been predetermined from the very beginning.
The plot of a murder mystery game is very limited, and it offers a high degree of flexibility.
To put it simply, it's about giving them a plausible reason to play role-playing games.
Wen Yinhe couldn't help but think that tomorrow's Demon Sealing Ceremony was destined to fail.
After all, if they don't fail, how will they release their Demon Lord?
...
At nine o'clock the next morning, the live stream room opened on time, and the barrage of comments, filled with hunger from the entire afternoon and night the previous day, rushed in eagerly.
【Ahhhhhh, it's finally live! Ah Li, you've really hooked me! I'm starving!!! Let me see what little surprise you've prepared for me...】
What comes into view is a magnificent and majestic view of the mountains from above.
The towering mountains rise like swords pointing straight to the sky, with swirling clouds around their waists, creating an ethereal atmosphere that seems otherworldly.
The scene shifts to a group of white-robed monks practicing in a wide area on the mountainside.
The training ground was carved from a single, enormous piece of green jade. Dozens of young disciples, dressed in simple, neat robes, stood in formation like stars, holding long swords, their movements perfectly synchronized, their swords gleaming.
Not far away, an elderly cultivator dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe sat cross-legged on a blue stone platform.
He looked to be around forty years old, dignified and solemn, with a few strands of gray hair at his temples, and deep furrows etched in the center of his tightly furrowed brows, revealing an imposing aura.
Behind him, in the distance, a magnificent palace complex was faintly visible in the background.
This is clearly a large and solemn sect of immortal cultivation.
The drone, carrying a camera, sped over the heads of the sword-wielding cultivators, flew toward the building behind the green-robed cultivator, circled the cold and magnificent sect gate, and finally focused its lens on a huge plaque in front of the gate.
Three large, aggressive characters were boldly and imposingly engraved on it, their strokes mottled with the force of sword winds.
Lingxu Sect
The viewers in the live chat were stunned:
[Holy crap?! I've been transported to another world?! Wasn't I watching a dating reality show?! No, where did I end up here?!]
[I switched to the chat with a completely bewildered look, and sure enough, this was Ali's live stream!]
[Wait, wait a minute!!! Was I seeing things in that last second???? I think I saw the words "Lingxu Sect"????]
[Speaking of which, doesn't this scene look familiar to you guys? Doesn't it resemble the Lingxu Sect ruins that the main characters discovered back then...?]
【Huh? Holy crap... Is it really what I thought? ? ? 】
A heavenly sound rang out from outside the frame:
"Welcome everyone to the seventh game! Now we'll announce the game rules!"
"As you can see, the seventh game is quite special. The guests' activities cover all the mountains and ancient towns within a hundred miles. After the broadcast ended yesterday, the guests received their respective scripts in advance. Next, each guest will perform according to the script."
"That's right, what you're about to see is a large-scale murder mystery game! However, unlike ordinary murder mystery games where you try to find the killer, this game doesn't have a killer. Instead, it focuses on scenario performance and role-playing, requiring the guests to complete their respective tasks while maintaining their own personas, and ultimately work together to bring a perfect conclusion to the current phase of the Tiangan Continent."
"The Seven Year Itch Season 2, Game Seven – The Nine Tribulations of the Azure Netherworld: Prequel, is now officially beginning!"
【Huh?! ...Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!! Did I hear that right?! Say it again?! What's the name of the seventh game?!】
[You heard me right... It really is "The Nine Tribulations of the Azure Netherworld: Prequel"!!! Ahhhhhh!!! Ah Li, you really... I'm going to cry! I only dreamt about it casually back then, who knew you'd actually bring "The Nine Tribulations of the Azure Netherworld" to life!]
[I wouldn't believe this wasn't orchestrated by President Lu!!! This is absolutely a gift from President Lu to the movie star!!! I can't take it anymore, my tears just started flowing! Ali, what have you done to deserve this!!!]
[So does this mean I'll be able to see our beloved ancestor soon?! They've already come to "Nine Tribulations of the Azure Netherworld"! How far away can our beloved ancestor be?!]
Each guest has a private live stream room.
The platform allows regular users to open one main live stream screen and one split screen at the same time, VIP users can open three split screens, and SVIP users can open up to six split screens.
This wave of nostalgia directly triggered a large number of loyal fans of "Azure Ninja Tribulations" to spend money on the spot with tears in their eyes. Some people did not want to miss any scene map, and even spent money to upgrade to SVIP and opened all the split screens at once.
The director was overjoyed as he watched the number of members suddenly surge on the backstage display. He was so happy that he wanted to rush outside and laugh out loud, feeling that his retirement insurance was secure!
Wen Yinhe's live stream perspective was taken from the middle-aged cultivator in the dojo who had his eyes closed and was concentrating.
So, all the viewers who had opened Wen Yinhe's live stream got up and walked back towards the sect with the middle-aged cultivator who had suddenly woken up.
A few minutes later, the middle-aged cultivator walked to the front of a simple house, gently knocked on the door, and spoke in a kind and gentle voice that was incongruous with his cold and aloof appearance:
"Hidden Crane, it's time."
Attentive viewers had already noticed the middle-aged cultivator's hypocrisy, but the next second, they had no time to analyze anything else.
A clear and melodious voice drifted out from inside the room, unhurried and gentle:
"I see."
The viewers instantly realized what was happening, their nerves tensed to the extreme, their dilated pupils staring intently at the screen in front of them, as if they had all been put on pause, holding their breath and waiting.
The next second, the room door was slowly pushed open.
Wen Yinhe wore a moon-white robe, simple and unadorned, spotless, his posture upright like a pine tree, his demeanor composed. The wind stirred by the fluttering of his robe gently brushed past the earthly plants and trees around him as he slowly stepped out.
He simply tied his hair up with a jade hairpin, revealing his smooth forehead. His long silver hair cascaded over his shoulders and back, falling to his waist like pure moonlight. He bowed slightly to the sect leader and called out:
"Master."
Then he raised a fair and handsome face, his skin glowing with a cool, fresh light like the first snow.
His dark eyes were deep and clear, like a calm and tranquil lake, born with an underlying tone of compassion, capable of encompassing all living beings and the cycle of all things, yet never containing the image of any one person.
It seems as if I will be forever cut off from the word "love" in this lifetime.
She exudes an aura of transcendence and inviolability from the inside out, captivating anyone who sees her and leaving an unforgettable impression.
[Aaaaaaahhhhhh, this wave of nostalgia is driving me crazy!!! Waaaaaah! I'm dying, I'm going insane! Yes, yes, this is exactly the familiar feeling! I can't stop spitting out this, it's truly a blast from the past!!! Welcome home, my beloved ancestor!!! No, now I should say, welcome home, Immortal Venerable Lanxue!!!]
[Anyone who has any complaints about Immortal Venerable Lanxue is welcome to voice them. Feel free to speak your mind, and I'll delete them all shortly! Damn it, how dare you express dissatisfaction with my Immortal Venerable? I came to watch the live stream to make my Immortal Venerable the Emperor! Those who obey my Immortal Venerable prosper, those who oppose my Immortal Venerable perish! Anyone who dares to point out Immortal Venerable Lanxue's faults to his face will have their entire family executed! Anyone who remonstrates with Immortal Venerable Lanxue online will be executed! Anyone who slanders or mocks Immortal Venerable Lanxue in public will be forced to commit suicide!!!]
I cried in bed for nine hours, broke down 99 times, banged my head against the wall 999 times, and slapped myself 9999 times. When I woke up, it was already dark, and I broke down again. I just can't understand how the Immortal Venerable can be so handsome?! [crying][crying][crying]
Within just a few minutes of the show airing, several trending topics had already appeared on the hot search list.
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The sect leader patted Wen Yinhe's shoulder with a kind expression, his eyes full of trust for his personal disciple: "Your senior brother has arrived at the array's core ahead of time, and he will be protecting the array for you in a moment."
"Yes, Master." Wen Yinhe nodded respectfully, obeying his master's instructions.
Although the Soul Locking Abyss is located in the far north, they are not true cultivators.
So, the viewers watched helplessly as they spent several minutes walking into a cave, which was the location of the Soul-Locking Abyss.
The Soul-Locking Abyss lies at the bottom of the deepest rift valley in the mountains. For millions of years, countless vengeful ghosts and demons have been sealed here, and the endless gales emit ghostly shrieks.
Thick, dark demonic energy churned in the air, violently colliding with the thin yet resilient golden light barrier surrounding them.
Each impact was accompanied by a desperate, agonizing scream that sent chills down one's spine.
This formation, created a thousand years ago by dozens of renowned senior figures on the Tiangan Continent who poured their life's cultivation into sealing the Demon Lord of Annihilation, is now trembling slightly and flickering due to the impact of just a few minor demons. The situation has clearly reached an extremely critical moment.
Holy crap! This set design, this sound and lighting! It's amazing!
I could almost see money burning right before my eyes...
Wen Yinhe stood at the core of the formation, his plain white robe swirling with demonic energy. His natal sword, Lanxue, was held horizontally in front of his chest, its sword energy radiating pure and pristine immortal energy, sharp and vast, instantly forcing the surging black mist around him back three feet.
He formed a hand seal with one hand, and immense spiritual power transformed into intricate and profound golden runes, which flowed into the crumbling barrier. His usually gentle and clear brows were now sharp as swords.
Its body shone brightly, Lanxue hummed incessantly, and the entire Demon Sealing Array surged with golden light.
The Demon Sealing Ceremony has reached its most crucial moment!
However, outside the core of the formation, Wen Yinhe's senior brother suddenly had his face contorted, his neck veins bulging, and his turbid eyes flickering repeatedly before turning into a blood-red hue. He was actually lured into demonic possession by the surrounding demonic energy on the spot!
As long as righteous cultivators do not steal forbidden techniques or kill indiscriminately, falling into demonic possession is not so easy.
unless……
My senior brother had already fallen into demonic possession a long time ago, but he had been pretending all along.
The moment this realization dawned on Wen Yinhe, his heart sank, and his eyes, fixed on his senior brother, were filled with disbelief.
[Holy crap, has my senior brother gone mad?! And it's that familiar master and senior brother again... Oh no, why do I have such a terrible feeling about this? QAQ]
[No doubt about it, this is based on reality. The Immortal Venerable will definitely be betrayed soon. If this formation isn't broken, how can our Demon Venerable be released? (chuckles)]
[Everyone's already assumed that the Demon Lord is President Lu, right? Hahahaha. By the way, President Lu's live stream hasn't been open yet, probably because it's still sealed inside the formation (doge)]
[It's so sad that our Immortal Lord is going to suffer again, waaaaaaah! I'm going to get some tissues now, get ready to cry!]
Although Wen Yinhe was heartbroken by his senior brother's mistake, he was also chilled by his senior brother's concealment.
Such an important demon-sealing ceremony cannot afford even the slightest mistake.
Senior brother could have easily found any excuse to withdraw from the selection of the protective formation, why did he have to deceive them? Doesn't he know that he carries the lives of all the people on his shoulders?!
The protective array, which had been operating smoothly, suddenly cracked open with a hideous gash because the senior brother had fallen into demonic possession.
The billions of demons in the Soul-Locking Abyss seemed to have finally found a breakthrough, surging out from the cracks in a rush.
With so many monsters, it would take him at least a hundred years to clear them all by himself.
Once released, the entire continent will be plunged into chaos and devastation.
Without hesitation, Wen Yinhe summoned his natal sword, its sharp blade piercing straight into his heart. Blood from his heart, almost black with deep red, was forcibly ripped out by Wen Yinhe, wrapped in extremely thick golden spiritual energy.
Lanxue Sword let out a mournful cry, its pure immortal light transforming into a blinding blaze that burned life and soul, carrying its unwavering belief in protecting all living beings, and pouring into the array's core.
The escaped demons hadn't even had time to let out a snicker before they were completely annihilated by the overwhelming spiritual energy.
The cracks that had opened up quickly closed, and the precarious barrier, having absorbed the heart's blood of the immortal, shone brightly and became indestructible once more. It could hold for at least another five hundred years.
The dull and lifeless Lanxue crashed to the ground with a thud.
Wen Yinhe knelt on the ground, unable to suppress his anger any longer, and spat out a mouthful of scalding blood.
The pristine white robe was instantly stained crimson with blood, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, a shocking sight.
Blood dripped from Wen Yinhe's mouth down his chin. Wen Yinhe was breathing heavily, his internal organs were in excruciating pain, and his vision was blurring.
His soul was nearly exhausted from burning, all his life's cultivation had been completely dissipated, and his meridians were broken inch by inch.
But it's okay...
At least he protected the people for another five hundred years...
Just as he was thinking this, an even stronger demonic wind suddenly swept around him, tearing everything around him with terrifying demonic energy, and he seemed to hear the hoarse screams of millions of wronged souls.
The group of cultivators were suddenly pressed to the ground, their internal organs almost completely corroded by the boundless and immense demonic energy.
Everyone was terrified, their livers and gallbladders felt like they were about to burst, and they almost vomited blood.
Lu Huaijin finally escaped from that tiny crack the moment the seal was successfully sealed.
[Waaaaah, Immortal Venerable, please don't die! He's vomited so much blood, it breaks my heart!!! That damned senior brother, die! Why should he be sacrificed to my Immortal Venerable! I think he should just be thrown into the formation to be fed!!! [Knife][Knife][Knife]]
[Although the Immortal Lord is in so much pain and looks so pitiful... the Demon Lord is about to appear! Ahhhhhh! I'm so sorry, Immortal Lord, I'm so excited!!!]
[He's here! He's here! He's arrived with the domineering aura of the Demon Lord!!!]
[Welcome back, Demon Lord! Demon Lord, quickly give Immortal Lord CPR! Immortal Lord looks like he's about to die, waaaaaah QAQ]
[Seriously, isn't anyone going to compliment the set design and special effects?! I'm absolutely stunned! This is a massive undertaking! It's mesmerizing! This is truly immersive! It's even better than some TV dramas!]
[The actor's performance is truly phenomenal! He was a king ten years ago, and he's still a king ten years later!!! I can't take it anymore, it was so enjoyable to watch, the immersion was so strong, I almost thought I was watching a TV drama!!! This is what you call truly explosive acting!!!]
At this moment, Wen Yinhe is not even as good as an ordinary person.
Logically speaking, he should have exploded and died the moment the demonic energy dissipated.
However, when that violent demonic energy slid across his face, it became as soft and harmless as if it had given its life, without even harming a single hair on his body.
Whether it was his imagination or not, he felt that the demonic energy was inexplicably frivolous, as if it had lightly brushed against his lips, carrying away a trace of the sweet and pungent smell of blood.
The Demon Lord of Annihilation has been born, and the heavens of the Heavenly Continent are about to change.
And all of this was his fault.
Wen Yinhe closed his eyes, his face ashen. The immense guilt and self-blame were like cold knives stabbing into his chest. Every breath brought excruciating pain, and his body felt as cold as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.
The next second, a long, slender, cold hand gently lifted Wen Yinhe's chin.
Wen Yinhe's head was forced to rise weakly, his messy, blood-stained hair clung to his pale cheeks, and his eyelashes trembled uncontrollably. Through his blurred vision, he saw an extremely handsome and charming face.
The man's features were cold and sharp, with thin and clear lip lines that revealed a hint of indifference, yet were impeccably perfect.
His long, narrow, and deep eyes were like an abyss, or like a wisp of dark red blood, as if they could burn everything to ashes, filled with extreme aggression and destructiveness. His thick eyelashes cast shadows on his pale, almost transparent skin, adding to his sinister and unpredictable appearance.
In stark contrast to Wen Yinhe's compassion for all living beings, Lu Huaijin's eyes were devoid of any warmth, displaying only a detached indifference that looked down upon ants and a ruthless disdain for all living beings.
However, as Lu Huaijin gazed at the beautiful, dying immortal before him, his eyebrows slightly raised, and an unexpected hint of pure curiosity and interest flickered in his eyes. His voice, as deep and sensual as his handsome face, spoke:
"You're the one who let me out of there?"
Wen Yinhe's lips trembled very slightly, and broken breaths escaped from his throat. His internal organs were damaged, and he could no longer speak.
However, Lu Huaijin himself did not need his response.
He has always been a person who is true to his desires, and he will do whatever he wants immediately.
Just like now, he felt his teeth were a little itchy and really wanted to use the Immortal Venerable's mouth to scratch them.
Lu Huaijin's icy fingertips, with an almost sacrilegious gentleness, caressed Wen Yinhe's beautiful chin, lingering on her full lips that had lost their color but were now stained red with blood. His movements were as slow as if he were depicting a fragile treasure.
His thin lips slowly approached Wen Yinhe's earlobe, his deep, husky voice carrying an undeniable sense of control, gently enveloping Wen Yinhe's ear canal, almost a tender intimacy, yet also like the arrogance of a victor declaring ownership.
“You are exactly my type, so… I’ve decided to give you a reward.”
The moment the words left his mouth, Lu Huaijin, reflected in Wen Yinhe's shocked and dilated pupils, kissed Wen Yinhe's lifeless lips deeply, with an irresistible domineering air and an indescribable tenderness.
Wen Yinhe was startled by the sudden, scalding touch. Her long eyelashes trembled violently as she struggled in vain, her clenched teeth silently conveying her humiliation and resistance.
He actually dared... This person actually dared...!
However, his meridians were broken, and he had already lost all his strength. He couldn't even turn his head an inch. He could only passively endure this unfamiliar touch and temperature that he had never experienced before.
Wen Yinhe thought he had his lips tightly closed, but in reality, Lu Huaijin used the tip of his tongue to gently pry them open and easily penetrated them.
A strong, metallic taste filled the air between their intertwined lips, the taste of Wen Yinhe's heart's blood, carrying a trace of faint, fading spiritual energy that seeped out warmly and viscously between their rubbing lips.
Lu Huaijin's tongue tip keenly caught the escaped drop of blood. After a slight pause, he extended his tongue with an almost greedy manner and slowly licked away the sweet, metallic taste, cleaning it completely.
He squinted his eyes slightly in comfort, letting out a low, husky, and sexy sigh.
"The Immortal's taste... is indeed sweet. Thank you for your hospitality."
Wen Yinhe suddenly opened his eyes wide, his trembling pupils like a raging storm. His usually aloof and ethereal face was instantly flushed with two extremely thick shades of crimson, as if he could hardly believe that he would ever hear such unbearable words in his life.
Absolutely...indecent!
The surrounding disciples of the immortal sects were dumbfounded and horrified, yet they were pressed firmly to the ground by the overwhelming demonic energy and could not move.
That was an absolutely overwhelming force.
Their selection as guardian disciples for the Demon Sealing Ceremony is enough to demonstrate that their strength is among the best in the entire sect.
Who could have imagined that the Old Demon of Annihilation could suppress so many of them so effortlessly?
What terrifying power this is!
Lu Huaijin released Wen Yinhe and slowly stood up. He was dressed in a dark black robe that outlined his perfect figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His black hair was like a waterfall, casually draped over his shoulders, with a few strands falling on his sharp forehead. Far from looking messy, it added a kind of unruly charm.
His lips were stained with bright red blood that didn't belong to him, making his thin lips look indescribably alluring.
He unconsciously licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, taking in the sweet and pungent taste, savoring it carefully. The metallic taste spread across his taste buds, as if he could still taste the essence of Wen Yinhe's spirit.
This taste is poison to a demonic cultivator, but it is also an addictive drug that makes him crave it.
Lu Huaijin lowered his eyes with pleasure, his gaze returning to the lifeless face beneath him.
Wen Yinhe's eyelashes stopped trembling, and his eyelids closed tightly, as if he had exhausted even the last bit of strength, or perhaps he simply did not want to look at him.
Lu Huaijin frowned slightly, feeling inexplicably unhappy. However, he was an old virgin who had never been in a relationship in over a thousand years, and he had no idea where this feeling of displeasure came from.
It doesn't matter if he hates looking at him now. In three more days, he will have plenty of ways to make Wen Yinhe unable to take his eyes off him.
Without anyone noticing, including Wen Yinhe, Lu Huaijin secretly left a wisp of his divine soul inside Wen Yinhe's body during the kiss, ensuring Wen Yinhe's safety for the next three days.
Three days later, he will return and personally take away the treasures he has chosen.
That kiss just now was merely a marking.
Once it's marked, it belongs to him, and no one can take it away.
Wen Yinhe waited until Lu Huaijin had completely left before opening his eyes, covered in sweat, and letting out a long sigh of relief.
He put on a humiliated and ashamed expression, but inside he was practically bursting with rage.
The feeling of not being able to respond was so frustrating; he almost couldn't help but stick out his tongue just now.
As a result, he not only couldn't reach out, but he also had to desperately refuse, which made it impossible for him to do anything.
He had always thought that no play in the world could stump him, but now he knew he was wrong.
Pretending to be extremely resistant to Lu Huaijin was simply too difficult for him.
His body had long been accustomed to everything about Lu Huaijin, and almost instinctively longed to cater to and respond to him. Overcoming his physical instincts was a very difficult thing.
If we had to ask whether he had encountered any stumbling blocks on his path to improving his acting skills, then without a doubt, Lu Huaijin was the only Waterloo in his acting career.
If Lu Huaijin had left any later, he probably would have lost his composure and ruined his persona.
Thinking of that rather unsatisfying kiss just now, Wen Yinhe felt a fire burning in his heart that he couldn't extinguish, making him incredibly itchy.
He secretly thought that once he was "well-healed," he would definitely get his revenge.
[Holy crap! The Demon Lord kissed the Immortal Lord on their very first meeting, right? The Demon Lord is simply unable to resist the Immortal Lord's beauty; he was completely captivated at first sight!]
[Although this scene is gruesome, that bloody kiss is so satisfying! Help, my fetish is on fire! Who in the world can resist a handsome, strong, and tragic character?!]
[The actor's acting was phenomenal! Please come back to acting soon! The sense of brokenness was incredible! I haven't seen such a brilliant performance in so long, waaaaaah! I'm begging for the actor to return to acting!!! QAQ]
[Mr. Lu was totally playing himself, hahaha! This time, we really enjoyed playing Mr. Lu! Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Lu, we thoroughly enjoyed watching!!!]
After Lu Huaijin left, the sect disciples who had been lying on the ground in a disheveled state got up with embarrassed expressions.
Wen Yinhe's senior brother suddenly pointed his sword at him, staring at him with shock and anger. His hoarse voice was filled with terror and horror, yet it also carried a hidden malice and ruthlessness, piercing the eerie silence of the scene. In a way that turned black into white, it exploded in the ears of everyone who was still in shock:
"Wen Yinhe! You...you actually colluded with the Demon Lord of Annihilation, deliberately sabotaging the Demon Sealing Ceremony and releasing the Demon Lord of Annihilation!!!"
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