Zhi’er hurriedly stood up.
She stood in the corridor, looking at Feng Fuce before her.
Snowflakes drifted down behind him, and the cold wind lifted his dark robe.
Feng Fuce’s eyes exuded a chilling black mist-like aura.
He stared intently at Zhi’er, as if seeking an answer.
Zhi’er’s voice was sowhat helpless: "We are friends, but I didn’t know before that you were the Demon Lord who hurt my mother!"
"Your mother?" Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Oh, the Heavenly Dao, how truly unfortunate."
Zhi’er took half a step back, her big, watery eyes assessing him with so detachnt.
This displeased Feng Fuce greatly.
He furrowed his brow and added: "But at that ti, I didn’t know you. Your mother brought the Heavenly Soldiers to capture ; it was only natural I fought back."
Zhi’er silently stepped back again, the little one hiding half her body behind a pillar.
She half lowered her dark lashes and said: "My mother was injured by you, and now her Primordial Spirit is damaged, leaving her unconscious. I don’t know what the right way to deal with you is."
Feng Fuce pressed his thin lips tightly: "Like before. I won’t hold the dispute between your mother and against you, just as I hope you won’t."
Zhi’er’s eyes gradually reddened, and she choked with a sob: "How could I?"
If she returned to inherit the Heavenly Dao, how could she be friends with a Demon Lord?
Would her mother agree? Would the Ninety Thousand Gods in the Heavenly Court agree?
Feng Fuce seed sowhat angry.
He was usually calm, but his expression now appeared sowhat agitated.
"She also hurt back then!" Feng Fuce said coldly.
Zhi’er silently lowered her head, her tears pattering down.
"Then I’ll apologize on behalf of my mother for now, but as for us being friends, I still need to think about it."
"Think?" Feng Fuce stepped forward, looking down at the little one before him: "Zhi’er, didn’t you say that even if everyone in the world knows I’m bad, you would accept unconditionally."
"Are you lying to ? Or are you saying that you would accept everyone but not the Demon Lord."
Zhi’er hugged the pillar with her small hands and stepped back again: "That’s not what I ant."
Feng Fuce sneered: "I have long known your deep connection with the Heavenly Dao. I’ve had many opportunities to kill you, but I didn’t do it."
"Because I believed what you said. I thought in this vast world, you were different to . But your words remind that I shouldn’t have trusted you, shouldn’t have softened my heart."
Zhi’er lifted her tear-streaked red eyes, looking at her pitifully.
The wind and snow blew around them, and Feng Fuce saw that her little nose was reddened by the cold.
Suddenly, a blazing fla burst from his body, lting all the swirling snowflakes.
Zhi’er thought he was going to strike, and the little one plopped down onto the beauty’s couch behind her.
"Are you going to hit now? Boo-hoo..." The little one rubbed her tearful eyes, choking as she asked.
Feng Fuce, hearing this, frowned: "You are the most foolish immortal I have ever t."
As he spoke, he stepped forward, unceremoniously bent down, and took Zhi’er’s small hand into his palm.
Zhi’er shrank back twice but couldn’t escape, only able to look at him with tearful eyes.
Her mother couldn’t defeat the great demon, and she now only had half her mana left. How could she resist?
She was sure she would be beaten into a at patty next.
Zhi’er thought with a broken heart.
"These flas won’t hurt you. I’m driving away the cold for you, understand, Zhi’er." Feng Fuce rubbed her icy fingers, explaining through clenched teeth.
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