He looked younger than Song Huilan, but he was already a young man who had grown up and was incredibly handsome.
“You are…” Song Huilan stared intently into the boy’s eyes, her voice trembling with shock.
The young man, Shang Zhenchen, spoke in a cold voice, tinged with inexplicable anxiety and impatience.
He took two steps upwards, braced his hands on the cellar entrance, and nimbly jumped out, striding away towards the entrance of the ancient temple.
“No, you are not Shang Shenchen.” Song Huilan ran over quickly and boldly hugged the boy from behind. Her timid voice was filled with lingering fear, excitement, joy, and a fearless courage: “You are the Venerable One. Although I don’t know why you have changed your appearance, I recognize your eyes and your gaze. You are the Venerable One! You are the best person in this world.”
When the boy was first embraced, his exquisitely handsome face instantly contorted with violence and ruthlessness. But when he heard the girl say, "You are the best person in the world," all the violence on his face and body vanished.
"Heh, a good person?" The young man grasped the girl's soft hand that was wrapped around his waist, forcefully pried it open, and turned around to look at her coldly: "You are the first person in this world to say that I, Demon Lord Jiu Yue, am a good person, especially since you are a woman from the Yun family."
“I am not a woman of the Yun family. My surname is Song. Your Majesty, have you forgotten? My name is Song Huilan.” Song Huilan thought that Jiu Yue had forgotten her.
Her eyes were so clear and bright, just like his little darling's.
Jiu Yue couldn't help but reach out and stroke Song Huilan's eyes, saying, "Has anyone ever told you that you have a pair of beautiful eyes?"
Song Huilan shook her head, bewildered, but she loved his touch. She happily grasped his hand, her face flushed with shyness, and said, "So Your Excellency's name is September. Huilan also loves the golden autumn of September; it's a season of abundant harvests and celebration. Your Excellency, from now on… may Huilan call you Brother September? Huilan… really, really likes you…"
So this is what it feels like to be seen as a good person by others.
Jiu Yue stared intently at his own handsome figure reflected in Song Huilan's bright and pure eyes, and coldly scoffed, "It's not that September, it's the Jiu of black stone, and the Yue of power, a weapon symbolizing darkness and slaughter, which has nothing to do with the golden autumn harvest."
I saw a flicker of fear and confusion in those clear eyes.
Recalling the last words the little bandit had said to him, Jiu Yue's fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, his voice low and dangerous: "So, do you still like her, or dare to like her?"
Darkness and slaughter... Your Majesty, are you really that kind of person?
Song Huilan recalled Ji Fengxiao, with whom she had lived for some time. She held Jiu Yue's hand in a daze, staring at the young man's handsome yet unusually pale face, still unwilling to believe it.
"Hmph! As expected, humans and spiritual cultivators are alike, both so self-righteous." Jiu Yue shook off Song Huilan's hand, turned around again, and said, "I've killed enough people today. I don't want to kill anymore, but if you do..."
"I love you! As long as it's you, Your Majesty, I love you!" Before Jiu Yue could finish speaking, Song Huilan rushed up and hugged him again. The girl's voice trembled as she boldly confessed, filled with sincerity: "Huilan believes that Your Majesty is not a bad person."
Jiu Yue stood there stiffly, motionless for a long time.
He thought: He is so weak now, with only a wisp of demonic soul left;
He couldn't even dodge the attack from a little girl in the Qi Condensation stage.
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