Chapter 287 The Demons Are Good at Deceiving People
This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Gao Huohuo felt a solid barrier cracking in his mind, and severe pain surged like a tide.
She staggered back and saw Zhong Hanshang trying to move forward in panic, but his hands were restricted by the chains and he couldn't reach out in vain.
"Don't come over here!"
She roared, and all the vines stood up with their claws and fangs bared.
"Touch me again and I'll rip your heart out!"
The torches in the dungeon suddenly dimmed for a moment.
In the flickering light and shadow, she saw Zhong Hanshang slowly kneeling on the ground, with an almost gentle expression on his face that she could not understand.
"If this makes you feel better..." he whispered, "My life is yours."
Gao Huohuo turned and left.
She had to leave this place immediately and leave this enemy who made her sword tremble.
But as she stumbled up the steps, the whispered words haunted her like a thorn in her flesh.
"My life is yours."
After returning to the bedroom, Gao Huohuo rubbed his touched wrist frantically until his skin turned red.
But when she finally fell on the couch exhausted, she couldn't help but think of those words.
"This half-demon is too terrifying. He must have some kind of technique that can bewitch people."
Gao Huohuo stroked the ghost blood vine on her wrist, and the thorns on the vine trembled slightly with her mood.
Zhong Hanshang's deep-sea eyes seemed to still be staring at her, making her feel uncomfortable.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in."
The door opened and Lin Qingxue walked in holding a white jade box with a clear medicinal fragrance.
"Junior Sister, this is the elixir I developed. It was inspired by the one you gave me before."
She carefully opened the lid of the box, and the three pills inside were glowing with a light purple halo.
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Feiyue squeezed in, holding a formation plate engraved with runes in her hand.
"Huohuo, this is your second senior brother and I. We modified the formation a little bit at your suggestion. Let me see how it works."
She tapped the center of the formation with her finger, and immediately star-like runes flowed in the air, forming a familiar pattern.
Gao Huohuo's pupils shrank slightly - she had indeed seen this formation structure before.
In some fragmented memory, she was deducing with two blurry figures in front of a sand table...
Although the chirping sound was very loud, Gao Huohuo felt inexplicably warm.
"Your Highness, the demon cultivator in the prison wants to see you." The fox maid reported softly outside the door.
"I understand. You go down first!"
Ye Lingyu leaned against the door frame, spinning a willow leaf dart on his fingertips.
"Junior sister, that shadow cheated you before. You can take this opportunity to take revenge."
Gao Huohuo paused when she heard this. She didn't expect her to say that.
"Will you not intercede for them?"
Ye Lingyu waved her hands with an expression that said, "As long as you are happy."
"Junior Sister, they owe you that. If it were you, you should use your Purple Shadow to beat them hard."
Ziying, that long whip?
But now, apart from being able to control the Ghost Blood Vine, she can't use the other weapons at all.
Fortunately, the ghost blood vine is still quite useful, and she doesn’t need those things for the time being.
Back in the dungeon again, when Gao Huohuo walked down the stone steps, the ghost blood vine automatically wrapped itself into a wrist guard, and the spikes were looming.
Ying was locked in the innermost black iron cage. When he heard footsteps, he immediately rushed to the railing, and the iron chains rattled.
“Huohuo, I knew you would come. Although I am a demon cultivator, we are indeed good friends.
We just met two months ago.”
Gao Huohuo smiled noncommittally and said, "And then?"
"And then... then you left alone." Ying said somewhat guiltily.
"Aren't we good friends? Why did I leave alone?"
"Huohuo, this is a long story. In short, you can blame Zhong Hanshang, but it really has nothing to do with me."
Gao Huohuo took the opportunity to step forward and said, "Let me cut to the chase. How do you become a friend?"
Knowing that Gao Huohuo was very wary of him, Ying had no choice but to tell the truth and repeat what happened two months ago.
He just deliberately glorified himself and highlighted Zhong Hanshang's unforgivable crimes.
"According to what you said, Zhong Hanshang had been with me all along. Why didn't he tell me at the critical moment?"
How could he know what Zhong Hanshang was thinking at that time?
If he had not acted on his own without telling Gao Huohuo, how could these things have happened now?
"Huohuo, I'm telling the truth. As for why he didn't tell you at the time, he might have been afraid that you would worry."
Worried? Why would she worry about someone who didn't trust her?
"You and that half-demon are good at deceiving people. None of you demon cultivators are good."
Gao Huohuo's voice was like an ice-hardened blade, cutting an invisible crack in the humid air of the dungeon.
"Huohuo, it's unfair!" Ying staggered back half a step, and the chains rattled.
"Save on your sweet talk." Gao Huohuo interrupted with a sneer.
"Thirty years of imprisonment are enough for me to see through the tricks of the demons."
When Gao Huohuo left the dungeon and passed by Zhong Hanshang's cell, she caught a glimpse of Zhong Hanshang in the cell next door moving.
The silent half-demon, who hadn't spoken since the last interrogation, suddenly raised his head.
Gao Huohuo's heart trembled inexplicably and he quickly looked away.
She hated the feeling of being out of control, and even more so the way the half-demon looked at her.
It was as if she was a fragile treasure, or a lost person returning home.
No one has visited the dungeon in the past three days.
"Her Royal Highness the Princess will marry our Young Master tomorrow."
Two fox maids passed by the cell holding bright red wedding silk, their laughter echoing between the stone walls.
"From now on, among the demon tribes, our fox tribe will be considered the dominant one."
"Of course." The older maid lowered her voice, "Who among the demon tribe doesn't know Princess Mu Ling's fame?"
Ying, who heard the news by accident, hurriedly sent a message to Zhong Hanshang.
"Zhong Hanshang, Huo Huo is getting married to someone else tomorrow. What do you think?"
Ying's voice was filled with poisonous pleasure. He deliberately emphasized each word, and pushed forward slowly like a blunt knife cutting flesh.
Zhong Hanshang was originally leaning against the wall, weaving something with straw.
Hearing this, his fingers trembled, and the half-formed straw butterfly suddenly fell to the ground.
The dungeon suddenly became eerily quiet.
The distant sounds of dripping water and crackling torches faded away, as if the whole world was waiting for his reaction.
"With whom?"
Two words, so hoarse that they didn't sound like a human voice.
Zhong Hanshang still had his head lowered, his messy long hair obscuring his expression, leaving only his knuckles a creepy pale blue.
"You've seen Feng Lan, the young master of the fox clan." Ying admired the other's gradually stiffening shoulders.
With a slight "click" sound, a fine crack appeared on the black iron shackles on Zhong Hanshang's wrists.
He slowly raised his head, with a smile on his face: "Very good."
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