Even if he wants to gouge out his heart, he has to do it himself and never let the other party dominate him.
Just as the atmosphere became tense, Mo Qianqiu suddenly noticed Jin Li moving, and he tightened his grip on his whip. Then, Jin Li raised his hand, flicking his sleeve, and suddenly produced a jade flute. Mo Qianqiu, amazed, used his spiritual sense to sense the flute. In the darkness, he couldn't tell its color, but he could sense that it was a good magic weapon, but lacked offensive power.
The Demon Lord is good at refining weapons, so he has some vision.
Jin Li seemed unaware of Mo Qianqiu's tense body. He slowly placed the jade flute against his lips. His slender fingers caressed the smooth, rounded flute body. When he blew the first note, everything seemed to be silent except for the sound of the flute. Mo Qianqiu suddenly froze in place, his eyes wide open.
The sound of the flute is clear and melodious, like the roar of a dragon, carrying the surging river water, and sometimes like listening to the rain by the window sill.
However, what really surprised Mo Qianqiu was not the beauty of the flute sound, but... the familiarity of the music!
He had heard this piece of music, he had definitely heard this piece of music!
From the moment the first note rang out, something slowly awakened from the depths of his memory. Such beautiful music could only be heard in a paradise on earth, played by someone with the most extraordinary grace and elegance in the world, possessing an indescribable beauty.
Why do you like beautiful women?
Mo Qianqiu did not answer Jin Li's question.
Because he had loved beauties, especially those with exceptional beauty, for a long time. It wasn't just because looking at such people made him feel happy, but also because, deep in his almost forgotten memories, he had once seen the most beautiful person in the world.
That person was so handsome that even though time had passed and Mo Qianqiu could no longer remember his appearance, he still remembered the thrilling feeling.
Mo Qianqiu has killed millions in his lifetime, and countless demonic beasts have perished at his hands. He has never loved anyone. Yunxiang, his apprentice, has always admired him; Qi Luo and the Qin brothers, his subordinates, have always respected him. Luo Jianqing is his only confidant and friend, the one he admires and trusts the most.
But he really never liked anyone.
He was willing to give his life for Yunxiang, Qi Luo, the Qin brothers, and Luo Jianqing, and to defend and protect them at all costs, but he really never liked anyone.
What about a long time ago?
It seems there is also a special person.
Mo Qianqiu's hand gripping the whip began to tremble. He slowly raised his eyes, and through the thick darkness, he seemed to see the demon king leaning against the wall, calmly playing the flute. His pupils trembled violently, and for the first time, Mo Qianqiu felt that he was such a treacherous and cold-hearted person.
His lifelong friend wasn't just Luo Jianqing; there was probably another person, someone who had experienced life and death with him when he was still a nobody. Time had slowly made him forget the other person's existence, but those experiences were real. He couldn't remember the other person's appearance, the specific events, or even the other person's name.
But, I really did have a friend.
The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and a sound of breaking wind suddenly came.
Mo Qianqiu opened his eyes and subconsciously tried to raise his whip to block the blow, but the opponent had already pressed the jade flute against his shoulder, pinning him to the wall. Darkness reigned before him, and Mo Qianqiu felt a cold, resolute gaze fixed on him, sliding from his neck to his eyes.
If it weren't so dark here, he would probably be able to see a pair of blue eyes.
The man spoke word by word, "...you said sorry to me?"
Hearing the three words he uttered before his death, Mo Qianqiu gripped the whip tightly, unable to strike. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "Who... are you?"
"I once wished to tear you into pieces, but I never imagined that the person who tore out my heart, stole my demon core, trapped me in darkness for 180 million years, and ultimately led me to suffer humiliation among the demon race... was actually that so-called friend."
Mo Qianqiu's eyes were filled with tears and blood: "Who are you?"
Jin Li slowly raised his head, and after a long pause, he said calmly, "I waited for you on Dragon Island for three hundred years. I thought you had died under the heaven's will, and I built a cenotaph for you. When did you start... forgetting my existence?"
The tears accumulated in his eyes suddenly burst out. Mo Qianqiu opened his eyes wide and let a tear flow out of his eye sockets. With a plop, it dripped onto the jade flute.
At this moment, deep in the memory buried by time, the figure finally became completely clear.
The man, clutching a snow-white jade flute, with long black hair cascading down like a waterfall and dressed in a deep blue robe, stood in a bamboo pavilion in the middle of the lake. He slowly turned, as if catching sight of someone. His cold, indifferent features softened, his eyes a deep, clear blue. Simply standing there, he was captivated by the beauty of the lake and mountains, his tall, elegant figure.
Mo Qianqiu suddenly raised his hand and grasped Jin Li's cold wrist. In the darkness, his gorgeous and flamboyant face showed a rare look of helplessness and hesitation. He trembled and said, "Then
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