C17 Will be Born

"Demon Emperor... Demon Emperor?"

Ling E was still standing by the water's edge and thinking. Left Patronus, who was behind him, did not see him speak for a long time, so he could only step forward and remind him softly.

His wide indigo sleeves were blown by the wind, making him look like a vast ocean. His loose long hair was embedded in the folds of his clothes, causing waves.

Ling Ran was lost in his memories. His dark pupils were filled with sorrow and sorrow, but he still didn't say anything. He just stood there quietly until he clenched his fists...

There was no pain from his nails digging into his palms... Instead, it was the soft feeling unique to Chan Yue.

He suddenly woke up from his lost memories. He still had Ho Xiaoyun's handwriting in his hand, so how could he give up now?

Absolutely not, he was the Demon Emperor.

He suddenly turned around, the gloom on his face that had been there for so many days seemed to have been swept away a little. He looked up and met Left Patronus's worried eyes."

He suddenly became bold, and no longer restrained himself cautiously...

The Empyrean Pavilion, which had been sealed by Zhuochen ten thousand years ago, pushed open the door, and its aura stirred up waves of dust.

The moon-white figure that stepped in was a little shaky. No one had entered the Empyrean Pavilion for more than ten thousand years, she thought as she humbly prostrated herself on the ground and bowed to the hazy red figure behind the bead curtain in the inner room.

"Right Patronus... Greetings to Demon Lord."....................................................... Wanqing................

No one responded to her. There was only more and more dust as she moved.

The air was too quiet. The solemn figure on the ground had begun to tremble at some point in time, and the sobs that had been held back in his throat were now spilling out in fragments.

The last time Ling Xiao came back, she found out that the Demon Lord was still alive.

What kind of place was that Mute Moon Valley? It was extremely Yin and extremely evil, and was formed from the Cold River. If an ordinary person were to come into contact with a bit of the Cold River's water, they would be able to freeze to death. The Mute Moon Valley was so sinister. No matter how strong the Demon Lord was, it had already been ten thousand years. She never dared to think that the Demon Lord, Ho Xiaoyun, who had always taken care of her sister, was really alive.

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Speaking of Wanqing, she was definitely not a weak person. After all these years of turmoil, how could a weak person live a good life until now?

That's right... Live alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chimu died in battle, Zhuochen's life ended, Yunxi died protecting her master, Ho Xiaoyun was sealed and locked up, whether she was alive or dead was unknown... Even the other people of similar age to her in the Seven Realms either retired or died...

She looked exactly the same as she had in the old days, but her heart had been polished to the hardness of cold pig iron.

She had thought that for the rest of her life, she would be like Zhuochen, heartless and without desires. Right Patronus, who only wanted to be good to her, wanted to protect the Devil Realm behind her. But who knew that when the news that the Demon Lord wasn't dead reached her ears, the expression on her face, which she was used to living, made her feel uncomfortable.

In the end, it became like this. He ran to the Empyrean Pavilion and cried at the clothes left behind by the Demon Lord.

All these years, her heart had been very bitter.

She had never wanted to be like this. She felt like she was looking for a place to rest for a while.

It was easy to find, but nobody could protect her...

In the past, the cooperation between the Demon Emperor and the Demon Lord was truly the best. The Demon Emperor played tricks, and without showing off or leaking anything, he played his opponent in the palm of his hand. The Demon Lord mobilized his troops and generals, and a long sword swept across the world...

She had never understood that back then, the Demon Lord was in a hurry to bring the Demon Emperor back and the Demon Emperor was in a hurry to rebuild the Demon Lord. After the war, she had also resented the Demon Emperor for being heartless and sealed the Demon Lord in a place like the Mute Moon Valley.

But this confusion and resentment, after seeing the Demon Emperor seal the Empyrean Pavilion and Zhuochen's grief, as if he had cut off his own hands and feet... Those who didn't understand all understood, and those who resented all melted...

Demon Emperor had the responsibility to protect his own territory and believers, but he couldn't bear to kill her. And the only place she could live in in the Seven Realms was the Mute Moon Valley.

Wanqing also thought back to the days before the Demon Emperor's death. During those days, he had walked to the Empyrean Pavilion alone countless times, accompanied by dust and old clothes countless times... He had stayed there all day. Wanqing saw it and knew that the Demon Emperor missed his Demon Lord, but he never said that he would go to the Mute Moon Valley to take a look. Even at the last moment of his life, no one could see through his "thoughts."

He wondered if the woman he had been thinking about at the last moment of the Demon Emperor had come to his eyes to let him take another look...

The entire room was filled with dust and dead silence. The wind blew into the green jade bead curtain, causing it to ring. It was as if the woman in red would open the curtain and walk out impatiently in the next moment.

However, other than dust, there was nothing else...

Some people and some things were really impossible to return to. She had been thinking about this for ten thousand years since Empyrean Pavilion and Dome Hall had been sealed.

Wanqing gradually calmed herself down. She raised her head that was heavily kowtowing to the ground and carefully wiped the water off her face. Then, she got up, found a piece of silk, went out to fetch water, and began to quietly wipe the dusty furnishings of the Empyrean Pavilion.

She just calmly and indifferently went about her trivial work, occasionally smiling as if she had thought of something... Everything seemed to have returned to the time when she had just entered the Devil Realm...