Chapter 715: Chapter 715

Chapter 715: Chapter 607: I’m Poisonous, I’m Sweet

Xing Wu’s mind twisted into a tangle, shocked beyond measure.

Was this a simple matter?

Madam, with a few carefree words, you would sacrifice Yun Rong, the poor innocent?

Is this the act of a human?

“No, no, no, I think this matter requires further discussion. If it’s so, once she regains her rightful position, how could the Demon Lord easily let her go?

Yun Rong knows nothing now, and her cultivation has barely reached the Tribulation Realm. Dumping such a heavy burden on her head aren’t you afraid it will crush her to death?”

The ‘Heart Demon’ woman added some tea to her cup, took a sip, and calmly said, “Brave Yun Rong, not afraid of difficulties.”

Xing Wu’s breath caught in his chest, almost unable to come out, and he wondered to himself if the Demon Lord’s claim of carrying Baili An’s child had driven their ancestor mad.

“I think what the Demon Lord said that day may not be true, it might be more about angering you, but you mustn’t lose your sense of proportion.”

The ‘Heart Demon’ woman put down her teacup: “This, I am naturally aware of, not to mention the difficulty for a corpse demon’s body to allow a woman to conceive.

Even if the bloodlines of both are of the same rank, if she truly was pregnant with his child, why would he be so reluctant to proceed with this marriage?

I was blinded by anger at that moment, not thinking deeply. Now that I know, of course, I will not let this marriage go smoothly.”

Xing Wu pondered for a moment and said, “Actually, I think this might not be a bad thing.”

The ‘Heart Demon’ woman looked up at him, her lips pursed, in silence, on the verge of crying.

Xing Wu was taken aback by her appearance and hurriedly explained, “What I mean is, right now he has no memory of his past life, like a blank slate. Such a him getting the Female Demon Lord Arao to let go of her past hatred and hostility, and instead willing to take him as her Royal Consort, might not be bad.

After all, you can’t always protect him completely, and the spy the Demon Lord planted in each Immortal Sect has never been uncovered. His death two hundred years ago was already full of doubts, and now that he can stay by her side, Arao will surely go out of her way to protect him completely.”

Heart Demon Yun Rong looked at him steadily, word by word she said, “I can’t do it.”

“I said I can’t do it!” With a crash, the teapot and cups on the desk were swept to the floor, and Yun Rong’s pure and elegant face was covered with an inexplicable sadness. In an instant, her eyes brimmed with moisture.

Her eyes turned red: “Anyone can marry him, just not her!”

“I can’t stand them being together day and night; I can’t stand him becoming that person’s Royal Consort without knowing anything.

You know how proud he is; even when she personally broke his legs that year, and pinned him in the Sin Sword Pool, to be humiliated day and night by the evil spirits he once suppressed, he never bowed down to make her happy. How can I watch him marry that catastrophe?!”

The ‘Heart Demon’ woman’s voice trembled, tears gathering in her eyes, seemingly using all her strength to prevent them from falling.

She lifted her head stubbornly, looking at Xing Wu, showing a side of her he had never seen before.

Distressed, powerless, confused, sorrowful, fragile.

He watched her fingers trembling slightly, and she said, “How could I not know that if he married Arao, he would be safe and worry-free all his life? I admit I am very selfish.

Because I am terrified, sometimes I think, what if he falls for her in their daily intimacy, what if one day in the future he really takes a liking to her.

If he falls for her, where should the sword in my hand point? Should I hurt his beloved, destroy his wife?”

She revealed a self-deprecating and bitter smile: “How ironic…”

Xing Wu stared at her, his eyes gradually reddening.

He didn’t speak, but bent down to pick up the baskets of buns from the floor and placed them on the table, softly saying, “Even so, how can you be sure Yun Rong would be willing to help you?”

His words to this point, clearly indulging her willful thoughts.

The ‘Heart Demon’ woman looked at Yun Rong, who was unconscious on the floor, and said, “In this world, no one understands her better than me. I have my ways to get her to agree.”

The morning spring rain stopped, sunlight grew stronger, and Baili An gazed out the window of the Netherworld Palace, transfixed by the dewdrops hanging from the branches, feeling troubled by Yin Bai Shuang’s words.

At that moment, with such a saddened and resigned expression, she had asked about the sword in his heart, yet seemingly had not the courage to hear the answer, her demeanor Xiao Se and serene.

That unfamiliar look in her eyes inexplicably made him feel as if there was a cold, hollow space within his heart, like a fishbone stuck in his throat.

Originally reborn as a corpse demon, without memories of his past life, free from worldly desires, his heart, which should have felt unburdened and light, suddenly became hard and stifled.

With a creaking noise, a hand closed the wooden window, cutting off the outside view.

“What are you thinking about? So engrossed?” the Demon Lord’s voice came from behind.

Baili An’s dazed gaze slowly refocused into clear brightness.

He shifted his eyes, and saw the Female Demon Lord’s beautiful, deeply defined face, her beautiful eyes looking at him with a playful, almost complaining tone, “Could it be that you are with me here, but your thoughts are on another woman?”

Baili An was not accustomed to acting like those smooth operators on the romantic stage.

Originally, the Female Demon Lord’s comment was just a casual joke. He only needed to flatter her a little following her mood, and the earlier rudeness would have passed.