Song Huilan seemed to sense something, straightened up, and held Jiu Yue's unfamiliar face in her hands, yet the face she deeply loved.
Crystalline tears streamed down her face like diamonds, her voice as soft as a kitten's: "Your Majesty, shall we go? Let's return to the Demon Realm, to live a quiet and peaceful life. I'll beg them, I'll promise them, I promise we'll never step out of the Demon Realm again..."
"You're too naive," Jiu Yue sneered, seemingly disgusted with Song Huilan, his tone cold and arrogant: "There are only Demon Lords who die in battle, never Demon Lords who flee and hide. Even if they were willing to let me go, the countless demons of the Demon Realm would not."
First, they will torture you, the culprit who bewitched the Demon Lord into retreat, to death with the cruelest methods. Then they will tear you to pieces and use your bones to fill the roadbed under the city gate, so that all the demons in the demon realm will trample on you for generations.
"I will never allow myself to die in such a humiliating way."
After hearing Jiu Yue's words, Song Huilan had nothing more to say. She slowly nestled into Jiu Yue's arms again, her fox tail wrapping around him like a vine, while her beautiful face rested lightly on his shoulder.
Jiu Yue glanced down at the beautiful woman in his arms. He said nothing, but raised his left hand to protect her. Then he slowly got up, returned to mid-air, and came to stand in front of everyone.
The moment Jiu Yue's hand reached behind her back, Song Huilan's tears suddenly stopped, and a beautiful smile bloomed on her lips.
Her deep affection was not in vain, nor was it misplaced.
Her master has her in his heart.
The three patriarchs, Shang Xiye, Ji Fengyao, and others were all somewhat taken aback by what they saw.
The Demon Lord Jiu Yue they knew was cruel and ruthless, a killer like a demon, but absolutely not gentle or soft-hearted.
But given the current situation, the woman in his arms... she seems to be a spirit beast...
"Song Huilan, are you crazy? Come back!" Ghost Face was a little frantic. He brought Song Huilan here to dissuade and restrain the Demon Lord, not to send her to her death.
With her nestled in Jiu Yue's arms like this, a single bolt of lightning from the heavens would be enough to turn her into charcoal.
"Brother Ghost Face, thank you for bringing me to see His Excellency. Please continue, I won't bother you," Song Huilan said, turning her small face slightly to the side and smiling happily at Ghost Face and the others, looking every bit like a little woman immersed in beautiful love.
"Song Huilan, the one Shang Beiyu hid in the ancient temple in the Great Zhao Plane, the Song Huilan who took Feng Xiao with her?" Ji Fengyao asked Ghost Face in disbelief, "How did she come to the Danling Continent and become like this now?"
"Alas, this is a long story. Mistress, please persuade her to come back quickly. She is a good girl, not a bad one." Ghost Face was now extremely anxious. This result was too different from what he had expected, and he could not accept it.
Ji Fengyao had met Song Huilan in person and knew that she was not a bad person, but that she was too infatuated with Jiu Yue. She said, "Song Huilan, don't be confused. Jiu Yue is ambitious and wants to be the enemy of all spiritual cultivators in the world. Today, we will not let him go no matter what."
Song Huilan gave Ji Fengyao a deep look, then glanced at Shang Xiye, and asked, "Ninth Prince's Consort, will you leave the Ninth Prince?"
Ji Fengyao: "..."
Looking at the ghost mask, he silently shook his head.
From just this one sentence, she knew that Song Huilan was deeply in love with Jiu Yue and was prepared to die with him.
Guimian, filled with self-reproach and remorse, transformed into human form, angrily pointed at Jiuyue, and said, "You big stinking bug, if you had any conscience at all, you would have released Miss Song. If you want to die, go die yourself, don't harm Miss Song."
Jiu Yue's eyes were also full of hatred as he looked at the ghost mask. He said coldly, "I can release her, but you have to skin yourself and wrap Yun Yao in your skin before I will consider whether to switch or not."
Recalling the past grievances between Jiu Yue and Gui Mian, Song Huilan smiled to herself in this situation.
She smiled, then contentedly snuggled back onto Jiu Yue, ignoring everything else.
"boom!"
As they were speaking, another bolt of lightning struck Jiu Yue.
Several powerful demons were about to make their move, using the power of the tribulation lightning to inflict another severe injury on Jiu Yue, but Shang Xiye stopped them.
The Yun family patriarch, the Lan family patriarch, and the Mo family patriarch did not make any further moves, but instead kept their divine senses locked on Jiu Yue in a state of vigilance.
Several powerful demons stared intently.
Jiu Yue stood there, holding Song Huilan in his arms. The moment the tribulation lightning struck, his right hand finally tightened around Song Huilan as well. The two of them held each other tightly, motionless as they accepted the baptism of the tribulation lightning.
However, it was clear to everyone that Jiu Yue had withstood the vast majority of the tribulation lightning power all by himself.
The only thing that was lifted up by Song Huilan in his arms was a few strands of her long hair.
His long, flowing hair danced lightly with his black royal robe, on which black spider lilies bloomed alluringly, as if they were alive.
The scene was eerily beautiful, eerily moving.
Ji Fengyao silently approached Shang Xiye, and Shang Xiye naturally pulled her into his arms.
Everyone watched as bolts of lightning struck Jiu Yue relentlessly, and as Jiu Yue's tall figure swayed amidst the lightning strikes.
Until Jiu Yue could no longer protect Song Huilan, blood began to seep from both of their mouths and noses.
Amidst the deafening thunder, they couldn't hear Jiu Yue say to Song Huilan, "Why did you appear so late?"
Song Huilan looked up at him with tears in her eyes, and teased with a smile, "Perhaps it's because Your Majesty has killed too many people."
Jiu Yue finally smiled, his head lowered so that his face was almost completely covered by Song Huilan's.
That captivating smile, which only Song Huilan ever saw in her entire life: "But if you don't appear, I'm destined to kill someone."
"It's alright... Huilan... I'll accompany Your Majesty... to atone for your sins..." In the last bolt of lightning as thick as a bathtub, Song Huilan's relieved smile intertwined with Jiu Yue's unseen smile, vanishing into nothingness in a dazzling white light.
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