Fearing that the fight would hurt Feng Guang, Yun Ji had no choice but to let go of her hand and instead started fighting with Xia Yanyu. Feng Guang had just breathed a sigh of relief when she felt a burning gaze coming from the other side. Her expression froze, and following the gaze, she saw Jun Yu looking at her with an indescribable look.
Damn it, how dare he look at her like that?!
The resentment and bitterness from five hundred years ago suddenly surged into her heart. A cold sword appeared in Feng Guang's hand. With the awakening of her memories, her magical power also increased exponentially. Now that it had transformed into a sword, her aura was extraordinary.
A strong wind swept by, and this unexpected change caused Xia Yanyu and Yun Ji to stop fighting and look at the scenery.
Feng Guang simply looked at Jun Yu, her smile as sweet as ever, "Jun Yu, do you remember... what I said?"
“I remember.” Jun Yu looked down at the long sword in her hand and said without changing his expression, “You said that if there is a next life, you would definitely stab me in the chest with a sword so that I can experience your pain.”
“Yes.” Feng Guang smiled with narrowed eyes. “For so many years, I’ve been having this dream. I don’t know who the man and woman in the dream are, and I can’t see their faces clearly. But now, I see them clearly, so clearly that I… can’t help but want to kill you.”
Jun Yu lowered his eyes. "I was wrong."
She scoffed, "Where did you go wrong? How could a dignified Demon Lord possibly make a mistake?"
"What are you talking about..." Yun Ji stared blankly at the scenery, "You said you... what kind of dreams do you have?"
"What dream? Of course, it's about that girl named Anuan and the Demon Lord." Feng Guang tilted his head, his smile innocent and sweet.
Yun Ji froze completely.
Unlike Yun Ji's reaction, Xia Yanyu seemed to have expected this. She looked at Jun Yu, who remained silent, her fist clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palm.
Feng Guang no longer looked at Yun Ji, but instead focused her gaze on Jun Yu. "Jun Yu, you love Yan Yu, don't you?"
"Yes." Junyu answered the question without the slightest hesitation.
Xia Yanyu's lips moved slightly, her eyes flickering.
Feng Guang laughed again, "So, even if I were to stab you in the heart now, you'd be willing, wouldn't you?"
Junyu replied, "I do."
"Good, as expected of the Demon Lord, what courage." Feng Guang praised him several times, then raised his sword, the tip pointing directly at Jun Yu's heart. "If you die, then you will die a worthy death. If you live... then our grudges will be wiped clean. Are you prepared to pay the price?"
Jun Yu's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes deepened. "Five hundred years ago, at the moment you died in my arms, I had already made all the preparations."
"That's good..." Feng Guang smiled with satisfaction.
Xia Yanyu shouted, "Fengguang, no!"
She had already formed a hand seal, intending to cast a spell to block Feng Guang, but her magic failed.
Suddenly, a black mist rose up, corroding all the flowers, plants, and trees in its path. Xia Yanyu's magic struck the black mist, but there was no response.
Feng Guang's sword had already pierced Jun Yu's chest.
"Junyu!" Xia Yanyu called out, but the black mist blocked her way.
“This fog…” Yun Ji’s eyes changed, “It’s him!”
A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Junyu's lips. He looked at Fengguang with unfocused eyes and said, "Five hundred years ago... I did indeed fall for you."
“The current situation doesn’t require this answer,” Feng Guang said calmly, drawing his longsword.
Five hundred years ago... he and she did indeed share a beautiful memory.
As Jun Yu raised his hand to touch Feng Guang's cheek, she was surrounded by black mist. When the mist gathered and then dissipated, a man appeared behind Feng Guang—a white-haired man in black. His hand was around Feng Guang's waist, encircling her in his arms from behind. The man looked at Jun Yu, his thin lips curving into a disdainful smirk.
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