C27 Volume Finished· Twenty-seven Mist

I don't know what kind of arrangements Wanqing made after meeting the other group of people after coming out of Mute Moon.

It was probably Wanqing who told him that I wanted her to leave. It has always been a taboo among taboos to reveal the thoughts of a superior.

It only took a moment for Xijie to recover from the injuries caused by the demonic flames. He woke up very quickly and was indeed a handsome young man. I held on with what little strength I had left, instructing them on my arrangements, and handing over the Howling Plume Sword that they had brought down to Xijie, with the intention of telling everyone that I had admitted it.

However... From Xijie's appearance, even if I give him the Howling Plume Sword and the position of Demon Lord to protect him, he might not be able to stay with the Plumage Long Cabin obediently... However, everyone will change. In the future, the two of them will support each other as they grow up. If they both change their personalities, they might be able to live a good life.

It was just that a person with such a childish temperament like Ling E would sooner or later fail miserably at this fatal flaw. If he wanted to sit firmly in the position of Demon Emperor, he would have to change too much. Once Wanqing left, no one would be able to help him. Logically speaking, I should be the one to warn him with these words, but I just won't.

There is always a price for doing something.

[Otherwise, I would have thought it was easy for my father's family.]

It was so easy to casually confer the title of "Demon Lord," which represented more than half of the Devil Realm's military strength and power, to a Divine Lord disciple whom he had only known for a few days...

I stroked the neat folds of cloth under my hands, the dark red fabric, the silver thread of Yujia's long whistle, extravagant and ostentatious compared to the one I was wearing now, the one that was clean.

The Demon Lord is no longer that arrogant woman in red. I will never wear this dress again.

I asked Wanqing to hand over the job and leave, and I also gave up my seat, waiting for death in this place...

I lowered my head and laughed. As a result, my internal organs started to hurt. I could only gasp for breath and lean against the tree to rest.

"Now that you are smiling, I am afraid."

Fu Sheng floated out of stealth and landed beside me.

"Fu Sheng..."

"Hmm?"

I could even imagine the slight frown between his eyebrows at this moment...

"How should I thank you for accompanying me for all these years?"

He was silent for a while. "What do you mean how should I thank you?" His voice was hoarse.

I looked at him, "You have been neglecting your duties for ten thousand years. You have been playing with me for ten thousand years. Don't you want to tell me the truth now..."

"Fu Sheng? Heh... Nether Lord."

He stood in front of me, and the circle of light that represented his divine sense gradually dimmed. The outline of his old acquaintance gradually became clearer in the dim light.

His face was as clean as a young man's, and his eyes were cold. I stared at his face and clearly remembered the few times we had met. Back then, when I went to find him, the dignified Nether Lord was dressed in rough clothes and lived in a narrow room made of wood.

His face was still the same, and his expression had changed.

"I was just afraid that you would drive me away." His eyes were full of complicated emotions, but his voice sounded much better than before.

"You are so strong and cruel..."

He didn't finish his words, but I knew what he meant. I knew what he was thinking, but I didn't need his pity.

However, I want to know something else. I know I am going to die soon. I don't care about my dignity or my shyness.

So I asked.

"You and I have only met a few times. When did you have feelings for me?"

I thought that he wouldn't be able to open his mouth, but I underestimated Nether Lord's face.

"I said fall in love at first sight, okay?"

"At that time, your red clothes were like fire, and you were standing under the frozen plum blossom, laughing and cursing. It was an unforgettable scene."

... ""

"Bah, I'll let you chew the wax however you want." I scolded him with a smile. I thought that I had never heard any words of love in my life. When I heard it for the first time, my face should be red.

Merciless. I am truly heartless.

I am a stubborn man.

I still can't stop thinking about this handsome man in front of me.

I think I understand it. Fu Sheng doesn't want to show his true body because he can see it more clearly than me. To him, I am just a dream in Nether Lord's endless life, a dream of Fu Sheng.

In this dream, Fu Sheng met a lovely woman, but this woman had reached a different kind of "old age." In short, she was about to die, and she could not bear Nether Lord's kindness... Even this woman's heart had never been with him from the beginning to the end.

But so what? It was just a dream. Sooner or later, this woman would fade and disappear in Nether Lord's memories. Sooner or later, Nether Lord would meet someone who could accompany him for eternity, someone who could be loyal to him.

Nothing in the dream was real. He didn't even need to ask for memories.

[I will wake up soon. No matter how I think about it, it is my fault again.]

I couldn't do anything to myself either. How could I cause so much trouble? Fortunately, Zhuochen locked me in back then. If I lived outside, how could the trouble I caused be one of the Nether Lord's today?

He suddenly remembered the years he had been a Demon Lord. No matter what kind of trouble he had caused, no matter what kind of trouble he had caused, Zhuochen might be ruthless when he taught him a lesson, but I didn't have to worry that no one would clean it up for me. So he never knew how to restrain himself. He forced me and taught me, so that I could sit on the position of Demon Lord more firmly and for a longer time. Now that I think about it, back then, Zhuochen could be considered another kind of "never leave me."

I had always felt that my respect for Zhuochen was only that of a subordinate. I did not believe that I could think of him and miss him after being humiliated and used by him.

But I was wrong. My heart has always been filled with him.

Fu Sheng's admiration had come too quickly, caught me off guard - it would have taken me seven or eight thousand years to figure out who he was, but there were emotions that could not be replaced over time.

So I fell asleep and didn't want to open my eyes, still immersed in the comfortable aura that Zhuochen gave me. His aura was so strong that it made me want to sleep and never wake up again.

But no matter how much I didn't want to wake up, it was time for me to open my eyes.

But it doesn't matter. It will only take four or four hours. I can feel that after I have cured the demonic flame, I am losing my power bit by bit. When my power is gone, I will go.

After four hours, I won't be so tired anymore.

"Fu Sheng, I want to ask you something."

I reached out my hand and pulled his sleeve, making him sit beside me.

"If I can do it, I will do it well for you. If I can't... I swear to you that I will do it."

He reached out his hand and touched the top of my hair. The heat drove away all the wind and frost. The warmth made me want to cry.

"I don't have anything that I can't ask for. I just want to ask you to be my biography behind me. There are some things that I don't know as well as you."

He curled his hand on my hair and then opened it again. He kept stroking my hair.

"Okay."

"I don't need anything else. Let's start with the three thousand years before the war."

"Alright."

"When you're done... Remember to tell me."

"Of course."

"What I owe you is love and books... but how am I supposed to pay it back? It's so worrying."

"Don't you want to talk about slowly paying them back in your next life?"

"In your next life... I don't want another next life. I am so tired. I owe too much, so I don't dare to come back."

I moved closer to him. His shoulder was wet.

After that, I slowly lost consciousness. I only remembered saying in front of my eyes, "If I meet you first in this life..."

I don't know what will happen.

I owe you too much. I guess you don't care about this one thing anymore.

If I can, I will say goodbye.