Chapter 885: Chapter 678: Tiger Head Shoes (Part 3)
That is the Beiyuan Demon Emperor.
Outside the village, Hong Zhuang stood on a hill, as if she had been waiting for her for a long ti.
Ning Feiyan sighed helplessly, and said, “You really are like a Ghost Soul that never goes away.”
Hong Zhuang said, “I don’t understand.”
Ning Feiyan raised her eyes, “What?”
“I don’t understand, your birth mother has been captured and humiliated by the Demon Emperor for two whole months, Beiyuan has fallen into the hands of the Demon Emperor for two months, and you remain indifferent. As the master of Mohe, you clearly have the ability to ask His Majesty for troops, yet you always choose to be a bystander, turning a blind eye to the life of your own birth mother.”
“The Beiyuan Demon Emperor awakened this ti because of you. I can say that the entire Enchanting Demon clan has suffered because of you. The Demon Emperor has the power to wipe out all the Enchanting Demons in Beiyuan with a flip of his hand, yet he is waiting for you, waiting for you to appear. He slaughters a hundred Enchanting Demons every day, giving you enough ti to co back and stop this bloody massacre.”
Hong Zhuang’s gaze was icy, walking down South Hill: “Ning Feiyan, you are a selfish and ruthless person, willing to abandon family and kinship without scruples to achieve your goals!
In order to secure your position as the master of Mohe, knowing full well that Young Master Mi Lu’s original affection was for , you completely disregarded sibling ties, hard and destroyed , and ruined my life, making spin around like a fool deceived by you!”
Her eyes held deep hatred, but the mist spread, and her eyes were the first to get wet: “Even now, I hate myself for my own lowliness, even though I understand you are such a despicable and cold person. But the mont I see you, my heart can’t help but secretly rejoice and hope, hoping that you still can’t let go of this holand.”
“But I was wrong.” She smiled self-mockingly, tears rolling down like pearls.
“You, such a profit-driven person, look at your own kind with a cold and ruthless gaze. How would you specially co here once for our insignificant kin?”
“You don’t care about our life and death at all, but do you know, what really makes hate you to the core is not because of your coldness and cruelty.
But that you show sympathy and rcy to such a little demon, letting them reunite with their mother. Yet you are unwilling to grant even a bit of grace to and my mother.”
“Ning Feiyan…” Hong Zhuang softly called her na, eyes full of despair and dead ash: “Is your heart made of stone?”
Ning Feiyan listened quietly with great patience, and after confirming she was done, she leisurely spoke: “Ning Hongzhuang, you are as annoying as ever.”
She stepped up South Hill, gazing into the distant sea of clouds where dark mountains appeared, and said with a cold smile:
“You say you have abandoned your own lowliness, but I see you handle arrogance and superiority in a way that makes people unmatchable, standing on the moral high ground and judging people at will. Today I will tell you, your hatred is unreasonable.”
“To you, this land and forest is your holand, your beautiful ho and mories, here are your closest kin, fellow tribesn, friends.
But to , this land that brings you joy is the origin of my lifelong darkness, symbolizing cold eyes, mockery, ridicule, disdain, and hatred.
This holand, which you find beautiful, couldn’t wait for to grow up and exiled far away. What you enjoyed from this land was rich gifts, while I got hurt from it.”
Ning Feiyan smiled slightly: “You say, what’s there for to cherish here.”
Hong Zhuang’s heart suffocated, unable to refute.
“You say my coldness is true, cruelty is true, selfishness is true, indifference is true. But to say I’ve never given anything to you, that’s the greatest absurdity under heaven.”
Ning Feiyan’s gaze was cold and sharp with a touch of mockery, looking at her: “Your life was gifted by , what more do you want to ask for?”
“Saying I stole your identity? Young Master Mi Lu’s initial affection was for you? Hong Zhuang, oh Hong Zhuang, calling you stupid, you really are hardly polite about it, are you?
Or rather, do you prefer being stripped and exposed like a cheap slave bitch opening your legs for daily humiliation over being a neat assassin?
Is the enslavent of the Enchanting Demon engraved in your bones, unable to wash away, or are you inherently so lowly and foolish? Demon World’s Young Princess Consort? Hmph!”
Ning Feiyan sneered, eyes full of mockery: “For , Ning Feiyan, to want to hold my position as the master of Mohe, do you think it’s based on these superficial things? What is Mi Lu worth for to use him to seek power?”
If anything, over these years, being burdened by that marriage contract has only further constrained her.
Without the pressure of being the Demon World’s Young Princess Consort, how could she only stop at the position in Demon World’s Si He.
She only knew of her own coldness and cruelty, selfishly destroying an eye and half a face to achieve her goals, but how could she know, without these, what qualifications would she have today to stand here and question her?
She would probably have long since beco a fragrant soul on the Young Lord’s bed, treated as a rag, used and discarded casually.
Ning Feiyan had never spoken these things to her, yet today her sharp words exposed all these blood-red truths, and Hong Zhuang’s face turned deathly pale, as chaotic emotions like a storm filled her mind, making it difficult to think.
“The reason you can easily and simply speak ‘hate’ is only because you lived too easily, allowing you to be so willful.”
With nothing left unsaid, Ning Feiyan didn’t spare another glance at the devastated Hong Zhuang, as if she had casually solved a problem, she continued her steps deeper into the forest.
The forest was like a sea, like an Abyss.
Ning Feiyan arrived at a forest cliff, and saw countless rocks competing in beauty, thousands of ravines flowing in competition, the vast forest sea, and the foggy night sky rging into one, so chaotic that it was hard to tell heaven from earth.
She looked at the chaotic darkness of the Abyss at her feet, and shouted, “I hear you want to see , now that I am here, why not co out to greet ?”
The night wind roared up from beneath the Abyss like a giant dragon, with gusts howling as they ca.
The montum of the wind was like the roaring tidal bore of the Qiantang River, galloping like ten thousand horses, shaking the earth and sky, venting its mad power on everything it touched.
A pair of ghostly green giant pupils seed to awaken from the ancient darkness.
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