"I will destroy that statue and kill you."
He spoke so sweetly, merely using Shen Zhuochuan's appearance to disguise his deep affection.
Yet she bore no resemblance to him whatsoever.
The Great Demon stared at her intently, "But you like his appearance, so even if I become his appearance, is that not allowed?"
Why did he have to die?
His gaze lingered on Song Tingwan, making her turn her head away in disgust.
"Do you know that I took his appearance because we were mutually in love?"
"But you don't know that."
“Every living being in the world is unique. You may become like him and imitate his tone of voice, but you will not be him.”
"Your demonic aura is mottled and disgusting; you are no good person."
Song Tingwan spoke with certainty, and when Jinghong saw that attacking his heart was ineffective, she tried to spread her influence within his body.
If we plant our weapons in multiple places, surely one of them will be able to hurt him.
But the Great Demon chuckled lightly, casually reaching out to grab something. One hand held a blood-soaked heart, while the other grasped the silkworm silk and repeatedly slashed at the flesh.
He gazed at the woman with fascination, noting her calm and composed demeanor despite being at a disadvantage. "Even though you want to kill me, it is precisely this appearance of yours that fascinates me."
This is the dark side of him, the version he could never become.
"Madam, let's go."
As the bloody wound healed, he smiled and offered his heart, "Madam, would you like to play with this?"
Song Tingwan turned her head away in disgust.
abnormal.
The other party chuckled, pressed his heart back into place, and slowly pulled out the Swift Swallow from his hand, while also dodging a bunch of attacking magical artifacts that Song Tingwan impatiently threw at him.
He wasn't annoyed. He pulled out all the silkworm silk, rolled it into a ball, wiped the blood off his hands, and handed her a ball of invisible silk thread.
"The lady's weapon."
The startled bird automatically unfurled and wrapped itself around Song Tingwan's wrist.
She looked at him calmly, "You dare to give it back to me?"
The Great Demon shook his head. "Your things, of course, must be returned to you."
She mimicked Shen Zhuochuan's appearance and even imitated some of his smiling expressions when she spoke.
Song Tingwan remained silent.
"May I have your name."
The Great Demon handed her the red silk, which she accepted.
Upon seeing this, the Great Demon felt an uncontrollable surge of joy.
"Madam...would you like to ask my name?"
She wanted to know her name.
The Great Demon's smile finally became genuine.
Song Tingwan wore bright makeup today, and her gaze seemed to be full of affection, but in reality, she just nodded lightly.
"My name is Fenqi."
Song Tingwan turned her head after hearing this, "Who named you that?"
The word "abandon" was actually used.
Fenqi looked up at the sky, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"My father, is my wife feeling sorry for me? I have already killed him."
The city remained bustling, with paper figures on the ground still continuously heading towards the city lord's mansion.
The two of them held red silk ribbons in their hands; the red veil on her head had long since been torn, but no one cared.
"..."
Song Tingwan looked at him with complicated emotions.
Perhaps he thought he had hidden it well.
But when the matter was mentioned, a hint of hatred still flashed in his eyes.
His childhood must have been unhappy.
But that's no excuse for his hands being stained with blood.
"Burn away, and return to your original form."
Song Tingwan looked at him intently.
"Burning away won't turn me into Chenzhuochuan, and I won't fall in love with you."
She still questioned whether it was love, and since he himself thought so, she said so.
Fenqi clutched the red silk tightly, looking somewhat hurt, and asked, "Is it because I'm not a dragon?"
Her youngest apprentice is also a dragon.
Perhaps she simply loves dragons.
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan burst out laughing.
"Because no one can compare to Shen Zhuochuan. Even if you imitate his words, actions, and appearance, you can't even be one ten-millionth as good as him."
Shen Zhuochuan would consider everything for her and would protect those she protected.
She would never injure her sister and abandon her somewhere, causing her worry and distress.
Fenqi looked at her sadly, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "That's fine too. Even if I can't compare to him, it's still me who will marry you."
“I am not good-looking, and everyone avoids and hates me, but I think that a goddess like you, who has the hearts of the six realms, would not do that.”
With a wave of his hand, Fen Qi's height decreased, revealing an ordinary face with a red birthmark covering half of it and heterochromatic red and black eyes.
Song Tingwan was surprised for a moment, and indeed, as he had said, there was no look of disgust on her face.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he watched her burn.
"I will not hate you because of your appearance, but I will hate you because you hurt innocent people."
Song Tingwan said earnestly.
Perhaps because in front of her, this great demon named Fenqi always restrained his temper and oppressive aura. As Song Tingwan spoke, she rummaged through her storage space for various magical artifacts.
Find them and smash them against the fire without hesitation.
He caught what he could and returned it to her. After dodging the more difficult pieces, he patiently bent down again and took the other end of the red silk.
Usually at this time, Song Tingwan would receive several more magical artifacts.
"It's alright, if you hate me, you hate me. After we get married, we'll be together for a long time. Maybe one day, you'll feel a little bit sorry for me, and that will be a win for me."
Burning away the oncoming attack with a wave of his hand, completely unconcerned.
Song Tingwan was numb.
After seeing that Jinghong's attack had no effect on him, she tried other treasures.
Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth.
None of them could affect him.
She tried the most fire-type magical artifacts, in particular.
He didn't even blink when a small lock of his hair was burned.
If the remaining ones are still useless, she can only try the magical artifact, the Jade Bell, that Yan Shanjun gave her.
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