Capítulo 962: Chapter 713: Sister Rong
A gentle word, for so, is the fulfillnt of redemption, but for others, it is a disaster that leads to doom.
In an instant, Arao seed to have experienced a lifeti of change, her eyes devoid of life.
What does it matter if she is reborn with mories, commands the Demon World, and manipulates the Six Realms?
Even if she has single-handedly changed everything, and broken the red thread of fate for both of them, what does it matter?
She naively thought that turning him from life to death, abandoned by all beings, forgotten by history, forever plunged into darkness like herself, turning him into a demon in her world…
He could thus sever all ties with Tianxi, with Yun Rong forever.
But ultimately, everything she did could not escape the fate of being called ‘wife’.
In that lifeti, he had never addressed her as wife.
At least, she was only Senior Sister…
The black-robed Yun Rong was also experiencing complex emotions.
Wasn’t it agreed to just detoxify?
If it was to save others and detoxify, it should be handled officially, but how did it evolve into the tender and affectionate atmosphere of newlyweds in their bridal chamber?
Detoxifying and incidentally cultivating affection, playing so role-plays to add so fun, right?
Her Heart Demon really knows how to play.
At this mont, the wind suddenly rose.
The sky turned into a new moon like an eyebrow, shrouded in the misty Beiyuan Forest, and unbeknownst to when, small snow began to fall.
The light snow fluttered like soft threads flying, the spirit fog within the Peach Blossom Forest was blown away and dispersed sowhat in this sudden snowstorm.
A gust of wind, coming from nowhere, whipped the outer garnts hung on the branches into a wild dance, the giant peach trees tall enough to stir a big wind.
In just a blink of an eye, the garnts caught in the wind were blown to an unknown place.
The snow fell heavier.
The blossoming peach-colored branches were soon bent sagging under the accumulating snow, frozen into frost, the wind swirling the snowflakes wildly.
Crunch… Crunch…
The sound of boot soles gently crushing the fluffy snow echoed.
A tall and slender figure appeared within the snowstorm, with a faint waist swaying gracefully, a purple-dyed slender shadow glided forward, in the frosted pale yet fiery landscape, the exquisite brows gradually ca to clarity.
From the ink-black hair, a Treasure Bead hidden near her ear occasionally flickered with intense fiery red, remarkably striking in the deep white night.
The garnts blown away by the snowstorm, sohow at this mont fell entirely into her hand.
And in the other hand, she held a half-spiritualized, unconscious Enchanting Demon woman.
Yun Rong in black robe recognized the arrival and his expression instantly turned solemn: “…Si He Ning Feiyan.”
To the Tianxi Sword Sect, the threat of the Demon World’s Six Rivers is second only to the Demon Lord, now the Demon Lord who is severely injured, trapped within the tree cage, poses no imdiate threat.
However, the master of Mohe cannot but be a cause for her vigilance and attention.
Arao recognized the face within the snowstorm, first startled, then slowly narrowed her eyes: “Ning Feiyan, you’re still alive?”
Ning Feiyan walked steadily forward, the Treasure Bead earring at her ear gently swaying, she laughed: “If even the Beiyuan Demon Emperor can die, my being alive shouldn’t be considered a strange occurrence, right?”
Arao’s gaze fell on her ear, her pupils contracted fiercely, as if suddenly understanding sothing, she turned to look at Baili An, and with a sorrowful smile, said: “So when you ca to the Netherworld Palace seeking that day, pretended anger was rely a show, it must have been quite challenging for you to protect her ticulously, even from miles away, unbeknownst to , you possess such an ability, to extend your protective hand so far.”
The Demon Lord once again began his tricks, while questioning Baili An, did not forget to subtly hint at the ambiguous relationship between him and Ning Feiyan.
Unseen, he cleverly incited the conflict between Yun Rong and Ning Feiyan.
Moreover, having just detoxified, with the clothes of the two landing in Ning Feiyan’s hand, she at that mont was gazing intently at the two who were not yet separated through the mist.
Even without much thought, it’s easy to know what has happened.
Arao knew that Ning Feiyan was a proud and lofty character, now pregnant with his child, traversing miles to seek the Gate, partly due to his influence.
Having narrowly escaped death, to witness such a scene, it’s easy to imagine the ensuing drama.
The Demon Clan has always had a territorial awareness far surpassing other races.
At this mont Arao is trapped, unable to deal with Yun Rong, but it doesn’t an Ning Feiyan, who is ruthless, cannot handle her.
Ning Feiyan, thick-skinned, her gaze blatantly circling on the two without any avoidance.
Yun Rong, thin-skinned, uneasily hid behind Baili An.
The atmosphere beca extrely strange.
Baili An hadn’t anticipated eting Ning Feiyan in such circumstances, relieved to find she was unhard, but awkwardly, she arrived at a completely wrong ti.
Ning Feiyan suddenly reverted to her appearance when they first t, with eyes full of appropriate warmth and goodwill, draped in wind and snow and mist, with that perfect mask of a smile, appearing softly spoken.
She kindly carried the garnts, lightly stepped to the two before them.
Baili An hurriedly summoned new garnts with erald threads for Yun Rong and himself, he noticed the red-dressed figure Ning Feiyan held, half-spiritualized, looking at this situation, it seed hard to save.
Though she said she didn’t care whether Hong Zhuang lived or died, yet she couldn’t bring herself to abandon her.
Before Baili An could inquire, Ning Feiyan had already casually tossed Hong Zhuang aside, reached into her arm to retrieve sothing from her garnts, then shook out a small white garnt.
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