If she could start over, she would still choose to help her leave.
However, she wouldn’t drag Grandpa and others into this; she would only assist her in her own way...
And everything she did was not only out of admiration for Mu Ruyue but also because of the man she loved...
For him, she’d go through fire and water without retreating...
"Du Feifei..."
"Seventh Prince, I know I’ve been too willful, always clinging to you and doing things you disliked. But if I didn’t do so, you’d never notice in your lifeti. I’m not Princess Consort Li; I don’t have absolute beauty, nor do I have a talent like yours. However, my heart for you is unmatched by anyone! When Yue’er appeared by your side, I withdrew and wanted to leave, but ultimately, I couldn’t let go of you. At least I can see you one last ti before I die, and I’m content with that..."
Listening to Du Feifei’s words, You Xi’s heart couldn’t help but tremble.
Over the years, all the monts spent with her gathered in his mind, turning into eternal mories...
Sadly, he realized so things too late, too late...
"Du Feifei, if there’s a next life, I’ll be an ordinary person, and I’ll never let you down again..."
Du Feifei smiled.
With this promise from him, she was already satisfied...
"Bring in the execution!"
As those words fell, guards piled the wood underneath the crowd. At that mont, a hurried voice shouted from outside the crowd.
"Wait!"
The crowd parted to form a path, and suddenly, a stumbling figure rushed in from outside...
Sweat of urgency hung on Wu Yu’s aging face, and he sighed in relief seeing Du Feifei and the others unhard, then turned to the Demon Emperor: "Your Majesty, please have rcy!"
The Demon Emperor frowned slightly and coldly looked at Wu Yu, saying, "Does the master wish to stop ?"
"Your Majesty, please don’t heed others’ words. Trying to summon the Demon Dragon with a fire ritual won’t work. If the Demon Dragon truly cared for the Demon World, it wouldn’t stay away. If it abandons the Demon World, no matter what you do, you can’t bring it back..."
The Demon Emperor’s expression slowly darkened, and his ice-cold gaze emanated a chill.
"Regardless of whether it succeeds, as long as there’s a glimr of hope, I’ll try?"
Wu Yu’s heart trembled at those words and he cried out: "For that faint hope, you’re willing to sacrifice your son?"
"That’s right! As long as there’s hope, any sacrifice is worth it. Bring in the execution!"
Boom!
After the Demon Emperor’s words, the guards threw torches onto the woodpile, and flas instantly erupted, illuminating the sky.
"Stop!"
Wu Yu flew into a rage and tried to intervene, but was blocked by the Priest.
"Master Wu Yu, I know your disciples are in there, and your grief is understandable, but they die with purpose! I advise you not to interfere, otherwise..."
"Get out!"
Wu Yu shouted, pushing his palm toward the Priest, his fury roaring on his aging face, making him sharp like a sword...
The Priest’s deanor darkened, and he unhesitatingly confronted Wu Yu’s attack...
As the two fought, everyone showed sincere expressions, their eyes fixed unwaveringly on those atop the pyre, silently hoping for the Demon Dragon’s return...
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