"I’ve said it many tis, I am Wen Xiao’ai, not her. Also, even though you helped this ti, I won’t thank you, because you are the Demon Lord, Zuo Yan’s master. Even if these matters indeed have nothing to do with you, you can’t entirely shirk responsibility."
She sympathizes with his emotional experiences and admires his devotion, but being treated as soone else’s substitute, she feels sowhat uncomfortable.
Moreover, the person in front of her is the leader of the Demon Realm who wiped out half of her clan.
"I know, I haven’t taken you as anyone else."
No matter if what he said was true or not, it rendered Wen Xiao’ai unable to refute.
Wen Xiao’ai felt as if he poured a mouthful of ice water on her, quenching the fire instantly.
"I want Zuo Yan’s life."
"Alright."
His straightforward response left Wen Xiao’ai feeling that she was full of malice.
Pressing her lips lightly, she finally retracted her thorns.
"You said... you found her? So how is she now? Has she reincarnated like you? Or..."
To be honest, if possible, Wen Xiao’ai would very much like to et the Immortal Shang Ying from a thousand years ago, who drove the Demon Lord insane and whom he would save even if it ant his own soul’s destruction.
Do they really look so much alike?
Wen Xiao’ai couldn’t help but touch her own face.
"Yes, I found her, but she doesn’t rember ." In his gaze toward her was a mixture of sorrow and the joy of finding what was lost.
"She doesn’t rember you? Why? Has she lost her mory?"
"Because her soul is incomplete..."
"Why is her soul incomplete?"
"I don’t know, I’m not very clear on what happened to her back then."
Nie Jiuque looked at her, trying his best to suppress the emotions he couldn’t speak or show.
"Where is she now? The Immortal Realm?"
He suddenly grinned slightly mischievously like a child with a sense of achievent:
"No, I’ve hidden her."
Wen Xiao’ai was taken aback for a mont.
This playful Nie Jiuque made her feel more familiar than any other mont.
It must have been in a dream, she had also seen this kind of Nie Jiuque.
Does that an this is the truest him?
For so reason, thinking that he might have been a carefree person who occasionally had a child’s spirit, but was pierced all over with knives due to emotions, hurting himself and others with cruelty, made Wen Xiao’ai unable to help but sympathize with him.
"Hidden? Because Immortals and Demons follow different paths, so like a thousand years ago, is it to protect her?"
"Hmm."
"..."
A dull feeling arose in Wen Xiao’ai’s heart, and her mood suddenly grew heavy.
Even the Demon Lord couldn’t resist the so-called different paths, nor could he protect his beloved person.
Then what about her and Jun Moyan?
She knew full well that she and Jun Moyan, one human, one demon, would face hardships much greater than the Demon Lord and the Immortal.
"Do you hate the Immortal Realm?"
"How can I not hate it?!"
"I heard your Demon Realm waged several wars with the Netherworld back then, and even you... in the end, were lost in the Netherworld. Was it that the Immortal Realm and Netherworld joined forces, or was there another hidden truth?"
Hearing this, Nie Jiuque’s mind flashed back to the ti a thousand years ago when he tried to save Shang Ying in the Netherworld but was obstructed by the Soul-suppressing Beast. For a mont, the anger and hatred in his heart had nowhere to conceal themselves.
Wen Xiao’ai watched the sudden change in Nie Jiuque’s deanor, and her heart skipped a beat.
Sohow it felt as though... Nie Jiuque’s hatred for the Netherworld was greater than for the Immortal Realm.
"If the Immortal Realm’s old fools were the murderers who killed Yingying and , then the Netherworld’s being was the accomplice! A hundredfold, a thousandfold more hateful than the murderers."
"You an... the Soul-suppressing Beast?"
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