"roll!"
The voice stopped abruptly, and Mo Qianqiu looked at Jin Li in shock.
The handsome and elegant demon lord's eyes turned red at this moment, and he stared at him with an indescribable look.
Mo Qianqiu's throat felt slightly dry, and the next moment, he sneered and said, "Why should I listen to you? I'm only here today to return what belongs to you. Whether you want it or not is none of my business. I'll take it with both hands."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Qianqiu suddenly reached for his chest, as if to rip his heart out alive. Jin Li's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly flew in front of Mo Qianqiu, grabbing his hand and stopping him.
Mo Qianqiu shook off his hand without hesitation and tried to dig out his heart, but his hands were restrained by Jin Li.
Mo Qianqiu raised his head in anger and shouted in a hoarse voice, "What on earth do you want to do?"
“…I don’t want it anymore.”
Mo Qianqiu was slightly stunned: "What don't you want?"
Jin Li said subconsciously: "My heart is yours from now on, you don't have to give it back to me."
Mo Qianqiu was stunned for a long time, his fingers trembling slightly, and he was speechless for a long time. Just as he was about to say, "You can't become an immortal without it," he heard himself say, "You want to give it to me, and I'll take it? Why? Who are you to me? Today, I have to give it back to you!"
After saying this, Mo Qianqiu felt a little regretful, but he was too stubborn to give in.
However, the next moment, Jin Li said in a deep voice: "You don't have to return it to me. This is considered as compensation for you."
At that moment, his eyes widened as wide as they could. Mo Qianqiu stared at the blue-clothed demon king in front of him, looking at him with disbelief. His beautiful face suddenly turned pale. Mo Qianqiu opened his lips slightly, but couldn't utter a single word.
Does he even know what he is talking about?
Did he think he wanted to trade his body for this heart? For longevity and the hope of becoming an immortal?
Mo Qianqiu's face darkened, and the taste of blood seemed to rise from his throat. He had never thought he could forgive and trust someone so repeatedly. He forced himself to remain patient and sneered, "I have nothing to ask of you. Demon Lord, please don't be so sentimental..."
"Get out of here."
Mo Qianqiu was silent.
Jin Li repeated again: "Leave here!"
Mo Qianqiu suddenly pulled out a whip from his ring and swung it at Jin Li. However, the whip barely missed Jin Li's face before abruptly stopping. After a long moment, Mo Qianqiu chuckled softly. The mocking smile on his lips remained the same as before, but his eyes widened into a faint, watery glow.
Retracting the whip, Mo Qianqiu said coldly: "I will no longer have anything to do with you."
Under the vast and boundless sky, the blue-clothed demon lord stood on a ruin, watching the blood-red figure getting farther and farther away.
When the shadow completely disappeared into the sky, Jin Li continued to gaze at it from afar, not withdrawing his gaze. The sun set and rose again. Three days later, Jin Li returned to where he had been sitting before, slowly sat down, and lowered his head.
After a long time, a tear fell on the gravel, and then another.
Jin Li raised his fingers to cover his face, but tears couldn't help but flow through his fingers.
His tears were of pain, sadness, devastation and...regret.
“Father…Father…”
Jin Li stayed on the withered mountain for a hundred days. After a hundred days, he left for the Demon Realm and the Demonic Palace. However, this time, when he tried to enter the palace, he was blocked by the barrier. No matter how he tried to communicate, there was no response.
Among the cultivators in the Demon Palace, only the Demon Lord has a higher cultivation level than him, and can both detect him and stop him.
But Mo Qianqiu did not show up to see Jin Li. Jin Li waited for a year and then turned around and returned to Dragon Island.
When we met again, it was seven years later, in the Far North.
The two of them acted as if they had never met before. One led the forces of the Demonic Dao Palace to protect Luo Jianqing, while the other stood before the demon army, gazing at the formation from afar. What happened next shocked Mo Qianqiu greatly.
Jin Li actually gave the sacred Qilin Horn of the demon clan to Luo Jianqing?
What is going on?
Seeing Jin Li, who had lost his heart, being beaten back by Du Jue Tian Lao, with his blue clothes soaked with blood, Mo Qianqiu suddenly clenched his whip, rushed forward, and fought with Du Jue Tian Lao fiercely.
At the moment he went forward, Mo Qianqiu didn't even look at Jin Li, but felt as if something in him was broken.
He said, "Old Master Dujuetian, get off here!"
But in my heart, something called dignity was completely shattered.
What happened next, perhaps even Luo Jianqing didn't know. A ray of light came from the sky at dawn, illuminating the entire Kushan Mountain, the Far North, Qizhou, Mingzhou, Chaozhou, the Demon Realm and the Monster Realm, and the entire Xuantian Continent!
It was a blazing sun, slowly setting from the sky.
When the sun set, both human cultivators and monsters panicked and fled in all directions.
Amidst the chaotic crowd, Mo Qianqiu turned and suddenly spotted the demon king in blue brocade robes. The two of them stared at each other from afar, separated by a crowd of people. Suddenly, they flew towards each other, and just as they were about to collide, they abruptly stopped.
Jin Li slowly stretched out his hand and took Mo Qianqiu into his arms. The Red-robed Demon Lord also hugged his waist, feeling the warmth that he had not touched for seven years.
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