She really didn't want to go back and see her senior sister and two senior brothers. The sudden confession made her very scared and panicked, the kind of panic that comes from being someone's long-standing desire.
And then there's Lexi's consistently strange behavior.
Actually, she was also very conflicted. On one hand, she was in pain from losing Nan Yu. After a year of training and killing countless people, she gradually became indifferent and lacked compassion.
She's no longer the little crybaby who used to whine and whine.
The little crybaby had someone to rely on, but now, that reliable person is no longer there.
Her senior sister and senior brother have each found their own place, and her master and godfather also have their own missions. It's time for her to leave the circle of happiness and security and take this step to face the danger.
For example, right now, Nian Wanzhou is lurking in the Demon Lord's mansion, planning to conduct a thorough investigation before launching a sneak attack.
The mansion was vast, filled with demonic servants, but this did not disrupt Nian Wanzhou's plans at all. She evaded patrolling demonic guards and successfully infiltrated the location of the Demon Lord, hiding near his room.
The black fog and deathly aura are heaviest here.
Hearing the conversation inside, she stopped and listened intently.
Inside were the Demon Lord and the Demon Clan's Grand Elder, discussing something.
"The black mist has been dormant for a whole year, why is there still no movement?" The Demon Clan Elder was getting impatient. They were promised a definite answer after a year, but there was still no news.
"Wait a little longer. Wasn't the calamity brought by the black mist last time just right? Let those guys in the cultivation world lower their guard, and then let it happen a few more times. That would be even better." The Demon Lord's voice was cold, much like the Demon Emperor's. There wasn't much emotional fluctuation, but it seemed to carry some kind of emotion.
"It's a pity we couldn't bring the White Dragon back. Every part of the White Dragon is a treasure." The Demon Lord seemed to have thought of something and sighed.
The Demon Clan's Grand Elder agreed: "That little white dragon is slippery and difficult to catch. She always hides in the Heavenly Mystery Sect and refuses to come out. We forced her to return safely several times. I don't know what kind of luck she has to live so well."
"If the spread of Mordor below the fat man is ready, the little white dragon must be forced out, by any means necessary."
"yes."
After the Demon Lord and the Demon Clan Elder finished their discussion, Nian Wanzhou dared to approach and finally saw the Demon Lord himself, who had never shown his face before.
She felt that the demon lord before her was much younger than she had imagined, appearing to be only around twenty years old. However, his true age was probably several thousand, though he certainly looked quite presentable.
He was tall and slender, with a handsome face and a touch of feminine beauty. His brows hinted at a sharp and ruthless edge, and his deep eyes gave him an imposing presence.
Is this the legendary Demon Lord?
He exuded demonic energy, black mist clung to his body, and deathly aura enveloped him.
He clearly possesses high cultivation, but his life is nearing its end.
What a joke! Who could survive long after receiving help from the black mist? They're all just puppets, used and discarded.
Just like her...
Tsk tsk, I'm not much better myself!
"Who?" The Demon Lord's voice suddenly rang out, startling her.
Perhaps it was because Nian Wanzhou was too blatant in admiring his beauty while resting her chin on her hand that the Demon Lord felt a chill run down his spine and roared angrily.
There was no fluctuation of demonic energy around, nor any human energy.
But there was one gaze fixed on him.
The Demon Lord's gaze abruptly shifted to the doorway, looking outwards, but he found nothing unusual; he couldn't see a single ghostly figure anywhere.
But he sensed the gaze coming from above him, and with a start, he immediately transformed into black smoke and scurried around searching.
When he found Nian Wanzhou still squatting on the roof beam, her face resting on her hand, he was terrified. Alarm bells rang in his mind, and fear spread from his heart to his head.
My hair almost stood on end.
"Who are you?" The Demon Lord's voice wasn't loud. Anyone who could sneak into his residence was definitely not an ordinary person, or even a demon.
After he finished speaking, he saw Nian Wanzhou's pale face and then he grinned.
For the first time, the Demon Lord realized that ghosts existed in this world, and the kind of terrifying evil ghosts that crouched on the beams of other demon houses.
Yes, a wicked female ghost.
With a swift movement, Nian Wanzhou grabbed the demonic energy mixed with black mist that the Demon Lord had transformed into, leaving a dark mass in her hand.
Even when pinned in his palm, he kept cursing and struggling.
The black mist transformed into a demonic form, but she held onto it and it couldn't break free.
Nian Wanzhou tossed the dark mass around a few times, weighing it in her hand: "Oh, it's quite heavy. I gave you a lot of black mist. Too bad, its lifespan isn't much longer..."
"What nonsense are you spouting? Wait, how do you know, Black Mist... who exactly are you, daring to trespass on my residence!"
"I'm telling you, once you enter this place, there's no going back. Don't even think about leaving safely! Release me, ahhh!" With the demonic energy under control, the Demon Lord had no way to resist.
Damn it, I should have known better than to turn it into demonic energy; it just made it easier for people to grab onto me.
That's ridiculous!
In his haste, the Demon Lord even forgot to ask about Nian Wanzhou's identity, and was only in a state of impotent rage.
Suddenly, a wisp of Nian Wanzhou's spiritual energy appeared in her other hand, pure power contained within. This action made the Demon Lord clench Pi Yanzi tightly in fear, a fear that came from the depths of his bones.
His demonic body—no, it should be said that it was his soul—trembled and struggled violently in Nian Wanzhou's hands, trying to escape.
"If you spare me, I will treat you as an honored guest and give you anything!" The Demon Lord was thrown around in Nian Wanzhou's hands, trying to escape, but there was nowhere to run.
Nian Wanzhou said with great interest, "Really?"
Seeing an opportunity, the Demon Lord quickly nodded: "It's really true, it's real! Even pearls aren't this real!"
What does face matter in the face of life and death?
Living is the most important thing. It's easy to kneel down and beg for mercy. As long as you can spare his life, anything is fine!
“Then I will…” Nian Wanzhou paused deliberately.
Then he looked at the Demon Lord from head to toe, seemingly not quite satisfied.
As the white spiritual energy drew ever closer, the Demon Lord could even feel his own body being dispelled. He was frantic: "You can have anything you want! No, no, I can give you anything!"
"Oh, okay then!"
Nian Wanzhou gave him a "I don't want much" look: "Then I won't be polite. You are a very powerful demon lord. I don't want anything else. Just give me all the black mist on your body, and I will let you go!"
Do you want the black mist on his body?
Wouldn't that still cost him his life? The Demon Lord transformed from a cold, aloof, and effeminate man into someone with a mournful face.
Change can happen in an instant, as can life and death.
It depends on whether you value your life more or your face and self-respect more.
"But the black mist is already bound to me. If you take it, I will die! If I die, you... you won't be able to leave this mansion." The Demon Lord struggled repeatedly, trying to buy himself a way out, at least one that wouldn't lead to his death.
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