As she spoke, Xingyue gently tugged at Yao Jingchen's sleeve, blinking her eyes, which were as clear and bright as autumn water, and looking straight at him with eager anticipation on her face.
Upon hearing this, Yao Jingchen's smile froze instantly, as if he'd been cast under a spell, becoming extremely stiff. He chuckled dryly and said awkwardly, "Husband... Madam, this... this isn't appropriate, is it? If I accidentally startle you, the consequences would be truly disastrous."
Xingyue, eager to see whether Demon MirrorChen's true appearance was as hideous and terrifying as Demon Nightmare Three, suppressed the corners of her mouth that were about to turn upward, deliberately frowning and feigning anger as she scolded, "Husband, you are acting this way and that. It's clear that you still don't treat Xue'er as one of your own. Otherwise, why wouldn't you even let Xue'er see your true face?"
Seeing his wife seem genuinely angry, Yao Jingchen couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart, secretly groaning. He gritted his teeth fiercely, and as if finally making up his mind, he replied with a stiff upper lip, "Well... well then! Since my wife insists on seeing it, I'll do as you say."
Before he finished speaking, Yao Jingchen's body shook violently, and he completed the transformation in the blink of an eye.
He was immense, towering like a small hill. His face was distorted and hideous, terrifying. His entire body was covered in a layer of incredibly strong scales, gleaming with an icy light. Two razor-sharp horns sprouted from his head, like two swords piercing the sky. Sharp fangs jutted from the corners of his mouth, emitting a chill that sent chills down one's spine. Then there were his powerful hands, as solid as steel, his nails sharp as blades, as if a single swing could easily cleave any formidable foe.
Xingyue's eyes suddenly turned cold, and she sneered, "Haha, you really do look exactly like your father, the Emperor Yaoyan III. Just as disgusting!"
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