[Fantasy] Savage Prisoner (Complete) - 16-18

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Chapter 101 Men's War - Part 1

"Who are you?" Dongfang Chi calmed down. His body was covered in bruises from his earlier irrational outburst, but he felt nothing; the pain in his heart had already overshadowed his physical wounds.

The Cold King didn't answer. He gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into his embrace, lying down beside her so she could rest her head on his chest. This position allowed him to face the three of them directly. A cold glint flashed in his usually calm eyes, revealing a sharp and sinister glint when he looked at the three men of the Dongfang family.

"You are simply fortunate to be her family in this life. From now on, there will be no further entanglements." He gently stroked her hair, then frowned, as if suddenly remembering something.

The conversation was extremely strange. Dongfang Lang also frowned. This completely supernatural phenomenon made him very uncomfortable. However, even as a prisoner, he showed no panic. His beloved woman was right before him; he only regretted that things were beyond his control and he was powerless to rescue her. "She is our sister, and more importantly, our woman."

Indeed, Dongfang Lang was clearly provoking the Cold King. The Cold King was known for his possessiveness, and the recent lovemaking had shattered his reason like a sharp blade. He could never accept a man other than his brother!

But he quickly learned the consequences of angering the Cold King. Without warning, he collapsed to the ground, his hands supporting him, his teeth clenched, cold sweat pouring down his body. His handsome face, flushed with pain, was contorted, yet he remained silent. His trembling body revealed the immense torment he was enduring. Dongfang Chi and Dongfang Huang quickly knelt down to support him, understanding that things had veered off course. Perhaps unbelievable, but undeniably real.

No begging for mercy—good.

A hint of admiration flickered in the Cold King's eyes. No wonder this family had produced such a gifted young man. Such pain could drive a saint mad, like a thousand poisonous insects piercing the heart and tearing at the bones, yet this man was as hard as iron, completely unlike his appearance. If he cultivated in the realm of gods, perhaps he could rival him, but alas…

Thinking of this, his gaze turned cold again. At the same time, the pain in Dongfang Lang's body vanished completely, but he was still half-squatting on the ground, his face pale.

“But she will choose me.” The Cold King spoke slowly, with an undeniable sharpness. He didn't even glance at them. Under their gaze, his large hand slowly slid towards her lower abdomen, his expression lazy and satisfied. “She is my wife, and the mother of my child.”

Instantly, the surroundings became as silent as a stagnant pool. The three men even breathed cautiously, their bodies stiff.

This was their Achilles' heel. Being with them would deprive her of the right to be a mother. Could they really cruelly deprive her of this right? And time froze in the next second—“Here, there is my son.”

A bolt from the blue!

Compared to the three men whose faces were filled with disbelief, the Cold King was quite pleased. A crack appeared on his cold face, which was unshakable by heaven and earth, as fine as a spring breeze and gentle rain.

It was an absurd claim—Zuo Zuo and he had just made love next door—a seemingly impossible conclusion, yet they believed it, and without a doubt.

"I don't want my son to be born calling the man who coveted his mother 'uncle'," the Cold King cruelly added to their wounds. He was born without warmth; cold-bloodedness was his nature. This was, in fact, the first time he had spoken so much to anyone other than her. Previously, he had only offered a stingy glance, never explaining, never wasting his breath. Talking to these people was a waste of energy; he just wanted to finish quickly and put her to sleep.

Silence spread among the four men. The sleeping Dongfang Zuo Zuo seemed to sense something; her long eyelashes trembled slightly. The sharp-eyed Cold King noticed, and with his soothing touch, she quickly fell back asleep.

His nose brushed against her small face, inhaling her soft breath—a scent he found so captivating. The way she nestled in his arms like a kitten softened a corner of his heart.

Dongfang Chi gripped the ice pillar with both hands, increasing his strength, his palms gradually turning white.

"If ghosts and gods truly exist, then my soul will not leave her. But Zuo Zuo will forever hate you, destroying us, and you destroyed yourself. Also, any child Zuo Zuo has is my child; he will only call me 'Dad,' not 'Uncle.'" He wasn't afraid of death; he was only afraid of no longer being able to protect her.

The Cold King's eyes narrowed dangerously, radiating a terrifyingly cold aura. He knew how important these three men were to her, and that was why he had murderous intent. He wouldn't allow it! He wouldn't allow anyone to occupy a larger place in her heart than him! She had chosen to leave him for their sake; there was no guarantee that such a thing wouldn't happen again. He wouldn't allow such a threat to exist!

Dongfang Chi suddenly laughed, ignoring the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, fearlessly looking at the Cold King, this man who had been provoked. He calmly wiped the blood from his chin with the back of his hand, his eyes narrowing. "Do you believe that if Zuo Zuo wakes up and can't see us, she'll go to great lengths to find us?"

The Cold King looked at him, neither nodding nor shaking his head, his expression growing even more somber.

"She's the princess we cherish. Since her parents passed away, we've been the center of her life, her sole support, and her emotional anchor. From childhood to adulthood, no one has forced her to do anything. If we didn't genuinely accept her, do you think we could still be so close to her? Even if she finds out she's pregnant later, you won't be the only choice for the child's father."

Dongfang Chi didn't mince words, brutally revealing this fact.

"Boom!"

Half the castle collapsed in response, but this room remained intact, without even a tremor, while outside lay only ruins. The Cold King didn't even move; this was the lightest consequence of his anger, because his woman was sleeping beside him.

He closed his eyes and said coldly, "You talk too much."

Dongfang Chi chuckled silently, unconcerned about his sudden muteness. He stared intently at the woman on the bed, as if afraid there wouldn't be enough time to imprint all her joys and sorrows in his heart. He gazed deeply, sensing that this man with terrifyingly strange power wouldn't let them go easily. Now, he only wanted to cut open his own bloodshot heart and carve her face onto it. In truth, as long as she was well, he was well... He only feared that she would go mad after learning the truth. If she knew that the man she loved had murdered the three of them, he couldn't imagine the consequences... Dongfang Huang was usually the most impulsive, but at this moment he was unusually quiet. He kept staring intently at Dongfang Zuozuo, seemingly oblivious to the Cold King. Unexpectedly, he spoke.

"Kill us, and you will never have her."

The Cold King's arm around Zuozuo trembled, his silver eyes like blades reflecting sunlight, flickering and unfathomable.

The increasingly tighter embrace inadvertently woke Dongfang Zuozuo, who was already plagued by nightmares. Her senses, which had been sealed, miraculously reopened! The Cold King was clearly stunned. How could she…

“No!” Covered in cold sweat, Dongfang Zuozuo sat bolt upright in bed, her eyes still glazed over, her chest heaving. Her rapid breathing gradually calmed, and she turned to see the Cold King patting her back.

“Ah Leng.” She instinctively nestled into his arms, seeking comfort.

The Cold King said nothing, simply wrapping his arm around her shoulder, patting gently.

One of his hands slowly slid down, tentatively placing his hand on her pulse. Suddenly, a flash of heat crossed his eyes, and his brows twitched almost imperceptibly.

He hadn't noticed... her transformation... Just now, because of the transmission of the divine liquid, the most powerful seed was injected into her body, helping her complete the final physical transformation. In other words, the formation of this child in her womb directly ended the final step of her ascension process; she was now a divine body.

Then, they would be together forever. She would have eternal life and always be with him. His life would no longer be lonely, and endless time would have meaning because of her companionship…

The Cold King's gaze sharpened, his brows filled with unyielding joy, tinged with a rare excitement.

But he said nothing, only holding her hand, a peerless smile melting the iceberg on his lips.

She didn't need to know, just being with him was enough…

Dongfang Zuozuo finally noticed his abnormality, turning her head to look at his strange smile with a puzzled expression. She was also stunned; Ah Leng's smile was truly beautiful…

“Ah Leng,” she involuntarily reached out and touched his curved lips, tracing their line.

He took her hand that was teasing his face, gently kissed it, and then pressed her small hand to his heart. “Say you will always be with me…”

In that instant, she was captivated by his earnest and persistent eyes, and nodded involuntarily.

"Zuo Zuo..."

A sorrowful call, seemingly from the ends of the earth yet so close, filled her with an emptiness that made her heart race.

Unaware of Leng Wang's cold, piercing gaze, Dongfang Zuo Zuo looked towards the source of the sound. Her mental walls crumbled instantly upon seeing the three haggard men. Brother... how could such a spirited, noble, and elegant prince be subjected to such humiliation? That cage represented an insult! Even if they didn't care, she did!

Leng Wang did it on purpose. With his abilities, how could he not have the power to immobilize them? Why did he have to imprison them in such a thing?

Chapter 102 Men's War II

"You're not allowed to look at them! You are mine... you can only belong to me..."

Leng Wang forcefully pressed her head back against his chest, holding her firmly, with a resolute determination to the death.

"No, let me go! It hurts..." Dongfang Zuozuo struggled desperately in his arms, unable to find a way out. The strength around her waist was so tight... it felt strangely uncomfortable... He then realized she was pregnant. Thinking of the force he had used, his face hardened, and deep guilt flashed across his eyes. He quickly released her and anxiously checked her over, flustered, "Where does it hurt? Your stomach? Is there anything else that's bothering you? I'm so sorry, it's all my fault!"

Dongfang Zuozuo found his reaction strange but couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. However, his undisguised concern touched and comforted her. She quickly reassured him, "No, you were just holding me too tightly, I couldn't breathe."

"I won't do it again, I'll definitely be more careful." Only after confirming she was alright did he breathe a sigh of relief and gently lifted her onto his lap.

He wasn't the only one worried; the other three men present also breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously after confirming she was alright. What a worry! Did this man even know how to take care of a pregnant woman?! He was so impulsive! Although her father wasn't them, a pang of sadness welled up inside her, her heart pounding with worry for her.

"Damn it! Put me down! How can I trust a man like you! You have no right to take care of her! Her little waist will break if you hold her like that a couple more times! Don't you know how delicate she is? Holding her so tightly, she might break an arm or a leg in a few days! This child will be killed before it's even born if you put her in your hands!" Dongfang Lang roared, his eyes bloodshot, a torrent of words tumbling out without thinking. His elegant, devilishly handsome image was completely ruined, replaced by a motherly nagging, somewhat comical, yet strangely comforting. However, this handsome man seemed to have forgotten how absurd his own "attacks" were during sex, causing even more damage to that slender waist in his hands… Dongfang Zuozuo was dumbfounded. What was going on? Second Brother… he really has a mother's air about him, but… it's the violent side… uh, no, what did he just say? The child? She

stared blankly down at her flat stomach. Could it be? She didn't feel anything. Hmm, maybe she was imagining things, or misheard.

“My child has nothing to do with you. Aren't you meddling too much?” he coldly mocked, one hand unconsciously pressing against her lower abdomen. He couldn't disturb the fetus; even with the guarantee of life, he was still a little uneasy.

“Ah Leng?” Her voice rose, trembling slightly. She covered his hand with her small hand, her eyes filled with disbelief.

“Yes, our son is already here.” He chuckled, then covered her hand, guiding it gently to feel the unformed new life, their shared fruit, the fruit of his love… Pregnant, she was pregnant…

Her mouth opened and closed, opened and closed again, her lips trembling, bewildered and helpless. She blinked, then blinked again, staring blankly at him, then looking down at her stomach, repeating this several times, which amused the Cold King.

"Hehe... how can you be so cute... you're going to be a mother..." He gently pinched her nose, pecked her lips, and said, "Still going to be silly? Marry me."

She swallowed hard, her mouth closing, and uncertainly touched her lower abdomen again, "Really?"

"It's true you're carrying my child, and it's true I want you to marry me." Giving her no chance to escape, he pinched her chin, looking intently into her eyes, "I will give you the most sacred wedding, you will become the most noble goddess, my wife, with supreme divine authority."

These words were spoken to her, but also to those other men. The implied meaning—how could they, so intelligent, not understand? But they were unwilling... and would never compromise! Because they believed in their darling, that what she wanted wasn't these things… but, what she wanted, they still couldn't give her… "I'm pregnant…" she murmured, deliberately ignoring his affectionate eyes, turning to the three pairs of pained eyes, and forcing a smile, "Brother, I'm pregnant."

"Yes, my Zuo Zuo is going to be a mother."

"Baby, I'll teach him to call me Daddy."

"Zuo Zuo, you're still my favorite."

After a surge of joy, Dongfang Zuo Zuo felt more bewildered and bitter. She had thought she would never have children; she was completely unprepared for motherhood, especially since she was not even eighteen yet. It was hard to accept. Now, this sudden news was a mixed bag of emotions. The child wasn't her brothers', and couldn't be theirs…

No, her reaction shouldn't be like this! How could she let another man be the father of her child? How could he allow it!

His cold, stern face gradually turned violent, the gray sky resembling a rainy day, yet carrying a wild, desolate aura, a murderous intent rising within him.

"Ah Leng, please don't hurt them." Finally realizing something was wrong with the person beside her, Dongfang Zuozuo averted her gaze in terror, grabbing his hand.

"I want your answer." He let her hold his hand, his silver eyes fixed on her unblinkingly.

"Zuozuo, just let me die!"

"Baby, if you agreed to him, why didn't you kill me when we forced you?"

"Zuozuo, Third Brother said that even if I die, my soul will belong to you."

Brother, brother, she had already caused them to lose their right to be a father, and if she left them like this… what would become of them…? Answer me! He could simply kill those three men, so they could never interfere with her sight again! But… he wanted her willingly… "I don't know! I don't know, I don't know…" She clutched her head in anguish, frantically shaking it, begging him not to force her! "It hurts so much..." Shh... Listen to me, don't hurt the baby." He gently pulled her hand away, his lips brushing against her ear. "I can erase their memories of you. They will continue to live like normal people, get married, have children... They can be just as happy, they don't necessarily need you..."

His voice was so soft, so gentle, like soft cotton, like clouds floating in the air, carrying a hypnotic magic...

No, she was suddenly jolted awake as if doused with a bucket of cold water, her whole body feeling chilled. Erasing her memories...

This seemed like the best outcome, but why did her heart ache so much, trembling with pain!

The thought of completely disappearing from their memories, being forgotten, and forever ceasing to exist in their lives made her heart ache, her chest tight with pain, as if she were suffocating...

"No, no, no! I don't want to!" She jumped up, tears streaming down her face, her hair sticking to her cheeks making her look disheveled, yet all the more pitiful.

The Cold King's face was ashen, his heart aching, for he had tested her feelings, a sincerity she herself didn't know...

He clenched his fists, forcing himself not to hurt her, not to pull her into a tight embrace, afraid that such force would harm the child. At this moment, his heart ached repeatedly, a bloodthirsty beast roaring with killing intent...

Why, why did she not hesitate for a moment, choosing to hurt him without hesitation? Didn't she know how cruel these words were to him? This was her answer…

“Zuo Zuo, don’t cry, don’t cry…” Seeing her tears, Dongfang Chi’s heart was soaked with tears.

“What did you say to her! Pregnant women shouldn’t be stimulated, don’t you know that!” Damn it! Dongfang Lang was so anxious he was about to jump up and down!

“Zuo Zuo, be good. If you cry too much, the baby will be ugly. A mother should set a good example.” Dongfang Huang tried his best to coax her to stop crying, wishing he could jump out of the cage to wipe her tears.

“Brother…” Her hazy gaze turned to them, “I don’t want to be forgotten, I don’t want to…”

She was a bad woman, wasn’t she? She was so greedy, wanting all the love from her three brothers, but her heart still held A Leng. They gave her a complete love, but she couldn’t return the same amount of love. The fragmented incompleteness was unfair to them… But if she had to choose, she would rather die, never wake up again, and leave with all their love in her arms. That way, at least she would have everything… “No, Zuo Zuo will always be with her eldest brother.” Dongfang Chi smiled and pointed to his heart.

"Even if one day I forget myself, I will never forget you." Dongfang Lang smiled bitterly. This little rascal was his poison, wreaking havoc inside him, making him feel miserable even for a moment without her.

"Zuo Zuo, do you believe that man's instigation or do you believe us?" Dongfang Huang glared at the Cold King. Why did they have to make their precious darling cry? Why did they have to hurt her like that...?" "Is that so?"

A fourth voice interrupted. The Cold King smiled meaningfully and said lazily, "If you were given a chance to choose, to be reborn, to forget your past, to have a complete love, a happy family, and not have to share your beloved woman with others, wouldn't you be tempted?"

Silence, like a stagnant pool...

Dongfang Zuo Zuo sadly felt this eerie tranquility. She turned around, standing motionless with her back to them, like a cold, lifeless sculpture.

After a long while, someone let out a sigh, soft and gentle like a warm spring.

"Zuo Zuo, you don't believe me." Dongfang Chi's wounded voice made her heart tremble.

"Do you know, I swore an oath that if there's a next life, I'll meet you first, and even if I'm still your brother, I'll be your only love." Dongfang Lang gazed at the trembling figure, wanting to hold her in his arms... "So, you didn't take my words to heart at all." Dongfang Huang's shallow breaths carried a deep, heavy sorrow.

Chapter 103 A Leng has changed...

In a corner unseen by anyone, a dark light flashed quickly in the Cold King's silver pupils, slightly tinged with blood red.

She truly disappointed him... But it won't be long..." "I understand." The Cold King unexpectedly put his arm around her shoulder, his silvery eyes shimmering, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.

"A Leng," she helplessly clutched his sleeve, feeling a strange fear of him.

He reached out and soothingly stroked her long hair, his voice low and deep, "Be good, I won't hurt them."

She was stunned, not understanding.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I will send them back, back to where they belong."

Dongfang Zuozuo shook her head, seemingly understanding but not quite. Where they belonged? Was he going to send her brothers home? She was reluctant, but it was too dangerous here. She was afraid of the confrontation between the four of them. If her brothers left, would she never see them again...?

Nodding, shaking her head, she struggled in confusion, in pain, her whole body aching terribly...

Seeing her like this, Leng Wang frowned, his anger intensifying. He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil within him, and gently pulled her into his arms. His hypnotic voice gradually lulled her into a dream...

"Sleep, when you wake up you won't have to think about anything."

Yes, everything would be in the past...

She fell asleep. How good this was. He wouldn't have to see her hesitant eyes anymore, wouldn't have to feel heartbroken because of her indecisiveness. Since she couldn't choose, then let him decide for her.

He didn't even glance at the three men, his calm tone carrying a heavy gloom. "I gave you chances."

A silence fell; they were all quiet, their burning gazes never leaving the woman in his arms.

"See? One last look, and you'll all be gone forever." Looking at Dongfang Zuozuo's sleeping face, his anger subsided slightly. He had given them chances, truly… but she herself had cut off their own path to survival. If she hadn't reacted so violently, if she had hesitated even a little, he would have considered a lenient sentence. But she hadn't; her eyes clearly showed her love for those three men. So, don't blame him, you can't blame him, right… "You'll regret it." Dongfang Chi pushed his hand through the icicle-lined barrier, wanting… to hold her one more time… to feel her warmth, to smell her fragrance, to touch her softness… "I won't." The Cold King didn't know why he argued, or why he answered. He held her tighter, but his heart suddenly felt empty.

"Heh..." Facing imminent death, Dongfang Lang laughed heartily, her expression mocking the Cold King. "She loves us more than you, and whether we live or die, that fact will never change." The

Cold King's sharp eyes narrowed, an invisible whirlwind swirling, beautiful snowflakes transforming into blades, beginning the most brutal form of torture in the world. Pieces of red stained the white snow, tainting it with a stench, transforming it from pure white into something resembling a monstrous demon, its claws outstretched, devouring flesh and entrails—a nauseatingly horrific scene. He, however, tightly clutched her head, muttering, "Alright, almost alright..."

Blood-red snowflakes fell to the ground, the stench of blood burying the room beneath the ice. Strangely, the red on the ground slowly seeped into the earth, its color gradually fading until it returned to its original state.

The Cold King looked up from her shoulder, his gloomy eyes fixed on the "things" floating in the air, his fingers outstretched, twisted into claws, patiently drawing all the "things" into his hands.

He clenched his fist, and with a "crack," a few eerie sounds, whether from his knuckles or something else, emerged crisply from his palm. Upon closer listening, they sounded like mournful cries, the lingering, wistful spirits of the wronged wandering the world… But the sounds vanished in less than a second, leaving an eerie silence.

He gently patted her back, like the tenderest lover in the world, kissing her soft, snow-white skin. "My little enchantress…"

Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and with lightning speed, he scooped her up and vanished in the blink of an eye.

The crumbling castle collapsed in an instant, leaving behind a desolate, heartbreaking emptiness. At that moment, wisps of smoke rose from the ground, stretching their heads, seemingly trying to emerge from beneath the ruins and follow the two figures.

Moments after Leng Wang carried Dongfang Zuozuo away, two tall figures landed amidst the ruins. Upon seeing the devastation, their expressions changed drastically, filled with shock and horror.

They exchanged a glance, each understanding the situation.

Leng seemed to treat her like a child.

Dongfang Zuozuo looked at the spoon being offered to her mouth and sighed. It was just pregnancy; did it have to be like this? He fed her and let her sleep all day long, insisting on feeding her, bathing her, and dressing her. Actually, she felt that Leng was more like a child now, restless if he couldn't see her for even a moment. Sometimes she wanted to think quietly, to figure out what was strange lately, but something just felt off. Although she saw her brothers return home in the "Sky Mirror," she was still uneasy and wanted to go back—that was impossible.

However, every time she started to have doubts, Leng would distract her, wanting her to talk to him, or holding her while she slept, giving her no space to think independently. Once, she was lost in thought in his presence, and Ah Leng suddenly flew into a rage—something that had never happened before. She was stunned, because he looked truly terrifying… that expression was an indescribable horror… She became extremely cautious around him, even trembling every time he kissed her.

The Cold King naturally noticed her change, merely frowning but saying nothing. However, from then on, their kisses became longer and more frequent. How to put it? She felt that he seemed to want her to get used to it…

Also, she missed her brothers… But with Ah Leng occupying so much of her time, she didn't even have time to think about herself, let alone her brothers who were far away in the 21st century… Seeing the sorrow on her face, the Cold King unhappily pinched her chin, his long, cold fingertips slowly caressing her smooth skin. “Don’t frown.”

Startled by this chilling voice, Dongfang Zuozuo quickly snapped back to reality, ingratiatingly nuzzling his face and wrapping her arms around his neck. These days were ordinary and happy, but she always felt a huge piece was missing from her heart, as if something was missing from their lives. Although they were very intimate, there was an invisible barrier between them. She knew it was suspicion, distrust.

She had no words to explain why this had happened; ultimately, it was because her love wasn't deep enough, intense enough.

"Ah Leng, why...why do you still want me..." The words had barely left her lips when she felt the body holding her suddenly stiffen. Then, she felt his embrace tighten and loosen, and she vaguely felt the coldness emanating from his body, chilling her to the bone.

He stared into her eyes, and his thin lips uttered a few words that plunged her into an abyss.

"You are the mother of my child."

This answer seemed both true and false, both fiery and icy, leaving her fragile heart in a state of turmoil.

Did he want her because of the child, or did he necessarily want her to bear his child?

Dongfang Zuozuo fully understood the bitterness of this relationship, the pain of uncertainty and fear. Sometimes he was so gentle that he brought her to tears, and sometimes so cruel that he broke her heart. Her fragile heart had been worn out by these past few days. Ah Leng had really changed; he wasn't like him anymore, not even himself…

Was it possible that after she gave birth to the baby, she could leave…? Was that how it was…? "What are you thinking?" His almost icy voice made her body tremble, and she felt the strength around her waist suddenly tighten.

"I miss you…" Her soft reply trembled almost imperceptibly, because every time she heard his displeased tone, the consequence was that Ah Leng would tie her to the bed and "punish" her severely, ruthlessly taking advantage of her body.

She cried, she begged, but all she received in return was a more "deep" possession. He said that with the protection of the flower of life, the child wouldn't be harmed. Time and again, they made love frantically, leaving her drenched in sweat. Even when she couldn't bear it, he was forced to accept it. On the bed, he showed none of his usual indifference; instead, he was like a burning flame, scorching her completely.

Ah Leng shouldn't be like this. She was afraid of this multifaceted side of him…

Maybe it would be alright after a while, maybe Ah Leng would return to his original self after giving birth. He was just too insecure and had become a little neurotic. It was all her fault for leaving last time. It will be alright, everything will be alright.

She comforted herself in her heart.

"Is that so?" His cheerful laughter came from above her head, clearly satisfied with her answer. She felt his chest vibrating, and her mood relaxed.

But the next second, she couldn't laugh anymore.

She was picked up horizontally and carried straight back to the room. Judging from his posture, she knew what he was going to do. She nervously clung to his neck and whispered, "Ah Leng, can I…"

"No!" Before she could finish speaking, he coldly interrupted her. His gaze swept over her nakedly, as if she had already been stripped naked, making her blush and her heart race.

Dongfang Zuozuo shrank back. She disliked how he had been making love to her lately; he had completely lost his usual tenderness and gentleness, always too wild and unrestrained in bed, like a gluttonous beast that could never be satisfied.

Trapped between his arms, the cold king's deep gaze seemed to pierce her soul, burning intensely. "After the baby is born, I'll teach you the art of dual cultivation."

"Mmm," she nodded dazedly, dodging his burning gaze.

"Kiss me," he commanded forcefully, pressing his forehead against hers.

Dongfang Zuozuo closed her eyes helplessly, trembling as she brought her red lips to hers. Their lips met, and before she could pull away, they were suckled. The cold king opened his eyes, teasing her while watching her passionate, shy expression. Her long eyelashes trembled, making her look exceptionally cute, and a satisfied smile crept onto his lips.

He pressed one hand against the back of her head, beginning to savor those two rosy lips that he never tired of.

Chapter 104 Who's Torturing Whom~h~ Shen

's pregnant body was very sensitive, especially easily aroused. The places where his hands caressed her trembled, and small bumps appeared on her silky skin where his fingers passed, and the temperature rose rapidly.

"Oh, you're so beautiful..." His infatuated gaze lingered on her slightly panting red lips, and his hoarse voice revealed intense desire. He couldn't help but lower his head and bite those two tender lips, his teeth biting her lower lip. He extended his tongue and carefully licked the shallow lip lines, swallowing all the hot breath he exhaled into her mouth.

She turned her head, wanting to breathe some fresh air. How could this cold man have such a burning temperature...

But this movement also pulled on her lower lip that he was biting, and the tender red lips were pulled open slightly. The cold king chuckled and casually inserted his tongue, tracing a circle around her lower gum.

Dongfang Zuozuo sobbed and dared not move anymore.

"Stick your tongue out." His deep voice held an undeniable force.

A little embarrassed, a little annoyed, she obediently complied; otherwise, she didn't know what strange punishments this man would devise for her.

The moment her alluring pink tongue peeked out, the cold king's eyes changed. Her rosy little tongue trembled timidly between her slippery lips, like a shy flower swaying in the wind.

He opened his mouth and gently touched her pitiful little tongue exposed to the air with the tip of his own. She reflexively flinched, but was quickly entangled and twisted into a pretzel by him. Fragrant silver threads flowed down from where their lips and tongues met, dripping down her neck, the cool liquid making her moan uncomfortably. He casually pulled a thin blanket to wipe her, but wherever he touched, her clothes turned into a pile of shreds, and her crimson body was pressed beneath him.

Hearing her rapid breathing, the Cold King laughed wildly, his evil aura causing her body to tremble in a daze with each breath. "I want to try if this can make you orgasm."

Her body stiffened, and she pouted her little mouth in a slightly aggrieved manner, her watery eyes filled with pleading.

He remained unmoved, chuckling softly, his lips close to her ear, his voice, laced with desire and ambiguity, carrying an astonishing heat that made her feel her body ignite.

He buried his face in her firm breasts, inhaling with satisfaction, his straight nose tracing the cleavage between her breasts, savoring the exquisite sensation of being nestled between her soft breasts. "I've heard that a pregnant woman's breasts gradually become fuller, hehe... I can hardly breathe with them now, do you think I'll suffocate from being squeezed like that?"

he said, cupping her breasts in his hands and pressing them together to create a deep cleavage. Her full breasts arched into beautiful curves, the two small, pink nipples close together, like a pair of red eyes, rising and falling with her heartbeat, trembling like sparkling pupils.

Her face burned, and she awkwardly shielded her eyes from his burning gaze. Leng Wang chuckled as he removed her hand, kissing her slender, delicate fingers as he said, "Well then, I'll begin."

He propped himself up, his legs not touching her at all, but his upper body pressing down on her tightly.

He gently bit one of her nipples, abandoning the other breast, focusing intently on her left breast, savoring it with a wicked expression. The small nipple in his mouth was licked by his nimble tongue, the feathery, wet, and slippery sensation carrying the warmth of his breath, making her involuntarily reach out and grab his head. Leng Wang's lips curled into a wicked smile with her movements, his tongue curling around the small nipple in his mouth, mimicking thrusting motions, pressing the nipple against his teeth, unable to move, yet forced to bounce with his wet, cunning tongue, pressed and pushed. Her left breast was already soaked, covered with the marks of the man's love.

Dongfang Zuozuo felt a ticklish sensation in her heart, the gentle yet intense pressure driving her to the brink of ecstasy. A Leng refused to caress her, refused to suckle forcefully, and refused to help her grasp her other, restless breast.

"A Leng, here..." Forgetting her shame, her physical desire was paramount. Dongfang Zuozuo proactively cupped her right breast and brought it to his lips, pulling his hand to her right breast.

"So passionate, you wanton girl..." The Cold King's expression was inscrutable, but she didn't see it, eagerly moving her body to meet his.

He grasped her right breast as she wished and suddenly began to knead and rub it mercilessly.

"Mmm..." She furrowed her brows, her large hands kneading her breasts like dough. At this moment, she deeply experienced the feeling of pain and pleasure. Strangely, under this pain, her private parts became hot. She couldn't see it, but she could feel her labia slightly closing and twitching. The little hole that she always worried would be damaged by a man was now provocatively open, contracting and relaxing, yearning to be filled... Sensing her desire, Leng Wang leaned forward with satisfaction and kissed her panting lips. Suddenly, he squeezed her breasts together again, inserting a finger into that mysterious cleavage and gently thrusting it in and out.

For Dongfang Zuozuo at this moment, any action or image resembling intercourse could elicit a reaction. She was stimulated, and her mind uncontrollably began to fantasize about the feeling of her empty little hole being filled with a hard object.

"Right now, this finger is inside your cleavage, but that's not its favorite spot, ah... It loves your wet, tight little hole. Every time it goes in, it bites so tightly, it's so hot and slippery inside. You little vixen, so wanton, you get so wet whenever something goes in. Remember when I put my dry penis in that hole, it gets soaked and when I pull it out, tsk tsk, still dripping wet... right...? I'm thinking, should I embed you into my body, let us become one, then my penis can stay inside forever?" "Only then can I satisfy you, right? Or, from now on, I'll just stick it inside your little hole and never pull it out. We'll never be apart, okay? I'll always hold you, and you can just hang on me. That way, maybe other men won't have a chance to insert that thing. I have to keep it there and not leave, otherwise, you don't know where you'll find some other wild man for me!" The Cold King looked at her dazed eyes and spoke slowly in a low, deep voice. However, his cold expression showed no sign of lust. It seemed that what he was saying was the most sacred thing in the world.

Dongfang Zuozuo blushed shamefully. Her little hole was wet. He hadn't touched her private parts at all. She didn't need to look to know that it was a mess. The cool wetness made her eyes red.

She knew that A Leng still cared. He still cared that she had been touched by other men... He couldn't let her go, and he couldn't forget her, so he could only vent like this? Was this a form of humiliation? Was A Leng humiliating her in the most embarrassing way?

Tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't know why she cried so easily, her emotions were so hard to control. She knew she shouldn't cry now; maybe if she just held on a little longer, the real A-Leng would come back. But she really couldn't take it anymore, couldn't bear his alter ego, so sometimes gentle, sometimes cruel! Couldn't bear his twisted personality! Those twisted words were never something A-Leng would say. What had she driven him to? Was it right for her to stay by his side?

"A-Leng, let's break up!" She wiped her face, staring wide-eyed at the expressionless man before her. If this continued, even if she didn't go crazy, the baby would be abnormal. Thinking of this, she touched her stomach. The baby, her brothers wouldn't mind; this could be her and her brothers' child… She had been forced to stay with A-Leng partly to atone for her sins, and partly out of fear that he would hurt her brothers. Perhaps it was because she loved him, and wanted to stay by his side… But she could never abandon her brothers, never! There are so many good women. Ah Leng is so outstanding; many people will love him. He doesn't need her… He is a god, a supreme being, while she is just a lowly human, unable to accompany him through eternity. And her brothers, in their short few decades, only have her… So, how to choose? It's easy, isn't it? Actually, she had her answer long ago.

Wait a little longer. Spend these days with Ah Leng, let her life have no regrets, and she will go back. That creator god still owes her a favor, doesn't he? It's only a few decades; he should be able to keep Ah Leng trapped, allowing her and her brothers to live out their lives properly. Brothers, wait for her…

The man's face gradually darkened, his handsome features clouded with gloom. After a long while, she heard him seem to utter two words through clenched teeth.

"Don't even think about it!"

His face was terrifyingly cold. Dongfang Zuozuo wasn't afraid. She had already expected this answer. Ah Leng was a very stubborn man; once he made up his mind, he would never change it. She admitted that she was cunning; her previous words were meant to remind him that if things continued like this, she would leave him sooner or later.

But—she hadn't expected the consequences to be so severe.

She was tackled, violently flipped over, her waist lifted, her buttocks arched backward, her labia spread apart, and a hard rod was thrust into her without any foreplay!

"Ugh!"

She bit down on the pillow, thrown forward half a meter by the impact. Before she could adjust, the penis inside her began its brutal attack, slapping against her vulva with its flesh, each thrust heavy to the very end, making her feel as if her soul was being blasted away.

She was thankful that he had brought her to orgasm prematurely; otherwise, how could her dry vagina accommodate his enormous size? Without pause, he used a brutal method to thrust all the way in, breaking through any obstacles with all his might.

Beastly intercourse; he was humiliating her. He was venting his anger and desire in this position.

At this moment, she suddenly hated that thing called the Flower of Life. If it weren't for it, would Ah Leng have dared to treat her like this? Such rough lovemaking? I'm really worried that this child might be born with violent tendencies. She thought to herself, feeling depressed, completely unaware that the man on top of her had been enraged by her dazed expression.

"Looks like I haven't done enough. You have so much energy, and you still have the capacity to think about other things." He exuded a dangerous aura, his silver eyes flashing with ferocity.

The thick, long rod plunged into the hole with a "plop," the smooth glans pressing against her cervix. She gripped the sheets tightly in pain, twisting her hips in an attempt to escape, but this only further stimulated their union. The rod, rotating inside her vagina due to her swaying, scraped against her soft flesh, causing her to spasm involuntarily, clenching her vaginal muscles. A torrent of vaginal fluid gushed out, but the position prevented it from flowing freely, leaving her feeling sore and swollen. She uncomfortablely propped herself up on her arms, trying to sit up to expel the excess fluid.

Seeing her small movements, Leng Wang smirked maliciously, pushed her down, and lifted her higher with one hand, repeatedly thrusting his hips up and down, smoothly pumping in and out with the help of her vaginal fluid.

"So comfortable, are you willing to let me pull out?" He leaned down and bit her neck, leaving his mark.

Yes, it really was comfortable, intoxicating… She smiled, tears streaming down her face where he couldn't see. Who was torturing whom? "Tormenting her hurts him, and she hurts because of his pain..." Ah Leng, please don't do this... Waaah..."

Hearing her cries, a crack appeared on his cold face, his member still thrusting relentlessly.

"I can't take it anymore... I'm in so much pain..."

Pain? Who's in more pain! He viciously penetrated her tender flesh, his handsome face contorted.

"When...when will you stop being angry with me... Ah Leng... Waaah...Can I give you my life? I've given you everything, Ah Leng, don't be angry anymore, my heart aches so much..."

Looking down at her forced smile, the Cold King closed his eyes, a hint of sorrow appearing between his brows. If...if she knew the truth, would she still feel heartache for him? Were those other men always more important to her than him? Damn it! He just couldn't forget those words that man said before he died! Every time he thought of him, he couldn't help but cruelly torment her!

The soft, sizzling sounds of flesh rubbing together filled the air, creating a delicate atmosphere. Neither spoke, but his touch softened considerably… After intense sex, he was always gentle. She knew that after each encounter with her, he would revert to his old self, as if the man shrouded in gloom from before wasn't him, as if the man who had treated her so cruelly wasn't him, as if he had always been this gentle lover…

She smiled softly, nestling into his arms. This was good. Without sex, he was still the same. She believed she could make him better; at least this time his movements were gentler, weren't they?

The woman, gradually falling asleep from exhaustion, didn't notice his complex gaze. In the blink of an eye, she was two months pregnant and had been very sleepy lately.

The cold-hearted man stroked her hair, unable to resist rubbing his chin against the top of her head. He regretted his roughness countless times, but he still couldn't control himself.

He was out of control… It seemed as if another self was manipulating his will, driving him to madness during lovemaking, and the root of his madness was jealousy.

Chapter 105 God or Demon?

Awakening, her gaze shifted from bewilderment to the handsome face looming before her. Sure enough, it was his silver eyes, cold yet tinged with a hint of doting affection. She smiled back, clinging to his neck as she sat up.

A quiet, intimate embrace, without a word, he held her, she leaned against him—a beautiful, almost unbelievable scene.

But—the woman's delicate brows were furrowed, the only flaw in the picture. As for why she was furrowed—"You…get out!" He actually…actually did that…God! She wanted to dig a hole and bury herself!

A muffled laugh came from above, his chest heaving, making her even more embarrassed.

"This is comfortable." The cold king teased, rubbing her hair. The semi-erect thing inside her "accidentally" moved, and Dongfang Zuozuo froze instantly.

Did God even want her to live? Gritting her teeth, she braced her hands against his shoulders, attempting a "one-shot kill"—success was the only option! A slow, drawn-out process would only arouse his desire. Besides—she herself feared she wouldn't be able to resist the temptation; the friction of their flesh was torture… However, the tiny flame of her scheme was extinguished as soon as it ignited.

The Cold King seemed to have anticipated her intentions, playfully patting her snowy buttocks with his large hand, deliberately pressing harder against his lower abdomen. She spread her legs wide, clamping them around his waist, their private parts pressed tightly together, leaving no gap. Because of her sitting position, she could even feel her buttocks rubbing against his testicles…shameful.

Ugh, she felt her "little brother" stirring inside her.

"Ah Leng, I think…this isn't good…" she stammered, her stiff body making even her breathing very light, afraid of attracting a beast.

"I think it's good." The Cold King raised an eyebrow, adding fuel to the fire by licking the back of her sensitive ear.

Dongfang Zuozuo trembled, reflexively contracting her already tight passage. This only fueled his already aroused penis, causing it to swell and lengthen rapidly, filling her tender opening completely, until not a single drop of fluid could escape.

Her nails dug into his back, and she instinctively raised her hips, trying to escape the source of his passion. This position was dangerous; an accidental ejaculation could lead to her death from excessive indulgence.

"You restless little thing!" he whispered affectionately in her ear, quickly pressing her back onto the bed. Before she could resist, he silenced her with a kiss, simultaneously withdrawing his penis and thrusting in again, swallowing her moans.

Lying on the bed, Dongfang Zuozuo gritted her teeth. Who was being restless?! His unrestrained force had blown her away! She had always wanted to ask him a question: Hadn't they heard of the phrase "death from exhaustion" in the divine realm? Or were they exceptionally gifted, able to do this without any problems? However—she dared not provoke a tiger, knowing full well the consequences… She was so clever, she certainly wouldn't ask such a "foolish" question.

The room was filled with the warmth of spring, the man tirelessly repeating his age-old rhythm, that enduring melody, the most beautiful music in the world…

Finally, under her teary, beautiful gaze, he kindly withdrew his "treasure," which had just been used in the debauchery, from that messy den of lust, bringing forth a trickling stream of fluid.

She found this strange too; it seemed she had transformed back into a human from a fox spirit? No longer sucking the man's semen…

The cold king considerately helped her wash and dress, only to find that this little woman completely ignored his presence! She was actually daydreaming! Instantly, his terrifying possessiveness resurfaced, his cold face darkening with gloom.

In the nick of time, he suddenly felt a powerful force surge towards him, slamming heavily into his chest. This sudden attack caught him completely off guard, and the only ones capable of harming him… were four… "Don't let your obsession run too deep…"

An aged sigh approached from afar, heavy as a bronze bell in a temple, deep and resonant. As

the breath drew nearer, the Cold King pursed his thin lips, supporting her waist as he tried to leave, but was held firmly in place, unable to move. He held her tightly, his expressionless face darkening, seemingly colder than before he met her.

Looking at his unusual demeanor, a vague unease welled up within her.

Only he knew how anxious she was at this moment. What did her master's arrival mean? "...Master is the only being in this world he fears and respects..." "Xiao Leng, you're too stubborn; you'll ruin yourself sooner or later."

Only when the familiar figure landed in front of her did her eyes widen, and she blurted out, "Old man?!"

In contrast to her excitement, the Cold King kept his lips tightly pressed together, saying nothing, forcefully pulling her into his arms, seemingly unsurprised that they knew each other.

"Girl, you seem to be doing very well; you've even gained weight, hehe..." The Creator Elder smiled as always, but there was a hint of forced guilt in his smile, as if he were hiding something.

Dongfang Zuozuo rolled her eyes at him, muttering, "She's pregnant, two months along and there's still no sign of it. She's just constantly being fed by A Leng, no wonder she's getting fat!" She stared intently into his flickering old eyes, trying to find some clue. She hadn't even summoned him yet, how did he show up on his own? Appearing right in front of A Leng like this, wasn't he afraid of being exposed? He had told her to "seduce" A Leng... well, although A Leng seemed to know, there was no need for such a grand entrance! She wasn't prepared at all.

The next moment, when two imposing figures blocked the Creator God's path, the old man's smile vanished. His face twisted in a grimace, he looked left and right, seemingly looking for a place to escape. The Thunder King and the Cloud King each grabbed one of the Creator Gods, their anger blazing, but their eyes were fixed on Dongfang Zuozuo, their gazes intense.

Hiding his woman behind him to shield her from the overly intense gazes, the Cold King had a very bad feeling about the newcomer.

"Hmph," the Cloud King snorted heavily, his eyes filled with disdain and jealousy as he stared at the large hand tightly embracing the beauty's slender waist. But he quickly switched to a wicked, amused expression. "Looks like your little darling is still in the dark. I bet you don't have the guts to let her know, do you? Look at what you've done! So despicable!" He was furious! He'd just used his divine sense to know his little darling was pregnant, and this man had done something he hadn't yet—killed the three men she cared about. And—made them disappear forever… He was fucking ruthless! So cruel!

As soon as he finished speaking, she felt a very slight tremor pass through the man beside her. She was being kept in the dark?

Her palms clenched tightly; she didn't know why she was sweating.

"My esteemed master, please explain this to my little darling." King Yun squinted at the instigator of the whole affair—the Creator God.

The Creator God shrank back in grievance, completely losing his usual majesty. These brats! They should at least give him some face, always "bullying" this old man! But—he really couldn't bear to tell her the truth… How could he bring himself to say it in a way that would minimize the hurt?

"Little girl…" He started to speak, only to find his throat so dry and difficult to utter.

Dongfang Zuozuo took a step back, but was immediately pulled back by King Leng. She noticed that his body was trembling violently! Looking up into his eyes, she saw a fleeting look of embarrassment. "Ah Leng, what's wrong with you?" She

was completely bewildered. Why was everyone acting so strangely?

King Leng frowned, looking at this group of hostile people, pressed her head against his chest, and gasped for breath, asserting his ownership. If he could, he truly wanted to take her away, to a place where no one could ever find her! No more unwanted attention! Unfortunately, the newcomers were prepared. The four leaders were evenly matched, and now, with the two of them plus his master, he couldn't move an inch.

"Cold King, do you think you can keep this from her forever? Do you think that just because she's carrying your child, it's yours? Do you think that just because those three men are gone, you'll be the only one in her heart?" Thunder King said arrogantly, staring hatefully at her stomach. Damn it! It's sprouted! He didn't consider himself a narrow-minded man, but when he encountered the woman he loved, he would definitely use any means necessary—coercion, threats, and inducements—to win her over! He didn't believe anyone would smile and "sincerely" wish their rivals well in being together! He now wished he could tear them apart immediately! If he had found her sooner, he wouldn't have given this brat the chance to sow the seed! It was all his fault!

A faint, blood-red light emanated from Cold King's body as his iron arm tightened around her, causing her to cry out in pain! The pain also dispelled any lingering suspicions.

"Little Leng, you...you don't really intend to abandon your cultivation and fall into the demonic path, do you?" The Creator Elder was startled. Demonic possession was something that had to be eradicated. The existence of demons posed a great threat to living beings. Although some demons retained some humanity and struggled to cultivate towards the path of godhood, it was difficult to go from demon to god, but easy to go from god to demon. In addition, the nature of demons was bloodthirsty and sinister, and it was difficult to wash away their yin energy. They could go on a killing spree at any time, poisoning living beings. Often, there was only a one-word difference between god and demon. If an overly powerful god could not control his powerful spiritual energy, he could easily fall into demonic possession. And a god who had fallen into demonic possession was terrifying, often several times stronger than his original divine body. If this kid really fell into demonic possession, and he became the leader of the demon realm, then...the outcome of the battle between gods and demons would be hard to predict... With worry in his heart, the Creator Elder began to observe him carefully.

Sure enough, the murderous aura emanating from him was now far too heavy. Even gods could possess malevolence, but never to this extent. The Cold King and the Fire King were different; they were extremes. One was born emotionless and desireless, cold and hard as stone, while the other was born violent, irritable, and unruly. They were chosen as powerful assistants precisely because of their cold, apathetic natures and pure nascent souls. Although the Fire King was violent, he was also inherently pure. The Fire King's malevolence was innate, while the Cold King's current malevolence was the opposite of his original nature. Perhaps…

The Cold King felt a tightness in his chest, two opposing forces clashing within him, evenly matched.

Seeing his appearance, the Creator Elder became even more worried. Had he—made himself into trouble? Alas, he should have thrown in more women back then. But at the time, he found this girl pleasing to the eye, disliking the others, and was also planning to see his "sons" change their attitude, so he allowed this four-tiger conflict to occur. Unexpectedly… now he's harmed himself and them. Thankfully, Xiao Huo was tricked into going elsewhere, but he'll probably find her soon… What a mess! However, some things are destined. Even if he had thrown other women in, it would have only resulted in a few more lives lost, and wouldn't this situation still have occurred? It has to be said, fate… is truly wondrous. It's laughable that a god can predict humanity's future and marriage, yet cannot predict his own. Now everything is off track. He can no longer predict what will happen to the little girl, because she is already a god… Thinking back to his past self… it was such a distant memory, yet the imprint in his heart remains so deep… No, if he tells the girl about that now, how will she react? Xiao Leng will be traumatized; it might be difficult to handle.

“What… fallen into the demonic path?” she asked, bewildered. These statements were completely unbelievable to her. Why would A Leng fall into the demonic path?

The Thunder King and the Cloud King remained silent, understanding the Creator's meaning. She hadn't expected things to develop this way. The Cold King had lost his mind; the man who seemed the most indifferent and ruthless, the man least likely to go astray, had gone mad because of his obsession…

Staring blankly at A Leng's gloomy profile, recalling his abnormality and their strange conversation, a strange thought suddenly flashed through her mind. She couldn't help but dig her nails into her palms until they ached, her lips trembling. She forced a smile and said, "A Leng… I want to… go home and see…" (
Chapter 106: The Wrath of a Trapped Beast, Don't Touch Her! )

Finally, she finally understood what that strange feeling had been all these days, what made her feel uneasy… No, A Leng wouldn't do that, right? But why didn't he send his brothers back in front of her? A Leng was afraid the scene of parting would make her sad, right? It must be, it must be… But how could she calm down? Those "brothers" at home were too strange! How could she not be suspicious? Looking through the mirror, their faces showed not a trace of longing. Their expressions were so unfamiliar—familiar faces, yet an unfamiliar woodenness and calm… The Cold King's tall, slender body trembled. His calm, unwavering pupils held no ripples, no panic, not even anger. He simply stared at her intently, like an ancient well, vast and deep, a strange chill rising from the soles of her feet. But she could no longer care about fear. Brother! She wanted her brother!

“Go home! I want to go home!”

Dongfang Zuozuo clung tightly to his arm, shaking him violently. She didn't want to throw a tantrum like this, but the growing panic and the rising chill made her restless and agitated. Especially after seeing the reactions of the people around her, she almost couldn't help but scream!

The Cold King remained unmoved, his calm, eerily piercing eyes flickering.

"Why won't you take me home! Let me see my brother, old man, don't you owe me a favor? Now I want you to take me back! Right now! Immediately!" she screamed hysterically, unable to break free from Leng Wang's steely embrace, desperately struggling and crying out to the worried Creator God.

"Girl, calm down." This isn't good, little Leng seems too calm.

"Ha! You want me to calm down? Fine, I am calm. Right now, I just want to go home. Is such a simple request so difficult for you?" She can't cry, absolutely not! Her brother is perfectly fine, how can she cry?

"You are mine. Wherever you want to go, that's where your home is." Leng Wang's hands were around her waist, speaking calmly in a detached tone.

The Creator God pondered quietly, wondering if he should tell her the truth given the current situation, but if he delayed any longer, it would be too late. Perhaps he could keep it from her now, but what about later? Decades later, would he tell her that all her relatives had passed away? By then, she would probably have cultivated enough to detect the location of souls, making it difficult for him to explain. That would also be a catastrophe, and the conflict between her and Xiao Leng would inevitably escalate.

Lei Wang and Yun Wang wore grim faces, their knuckles throbbing. That ice block was even more arrogant than them!

"A Leng, I'll be good. Please let me see my brother just once." She clutched his collar, looking up at him pitifully.

"Don't cry." His fingertips gently brushed against her trembling eyelids, which were already brimming with tears, giving him an urge to taste them.

"Okay, I won't cry. Will you take me?" A breeze had suddenly picked up. Surrounded by his warmth, she didn't feel cold, but his eyes… sent chills down her spine… "In your heart, are they more important, or am I?"

Leng… Dongfang Zuozuo was stunned. The voice that escaped his lips was devoid of warmth. And this sensitive topic was something she had never considered.

Her breath caught in her throat the next moment, at his emotionless statement.

"Are you thinking? No need. I've chosen the answer for you. From now on, they will no longer exist, because—those who shouldn't exist have disappeared, and will never return. And you, just stay by my side, that's enough." He spoke softly, his burning fingertips brushing aside the long hair that had slipped down her chest. He hadn't originally intended to keep it from her forever, but she was pregnant, and emotional fluctuations were bad for the fetus. Today, these people had interfered. Rather than let her find out from others, it was better for him to tell her himself. It wouldn't hurt for him to inform her beforehand, right? Yes, she had nowhere else to go, didn't she? She could only stay by his side. Besides, they had a child together; the child was their bond.

"Forever…disappear?" Was that her voice? Why was it so hoarse?

"No! Girl, no!" The Creator God quickly snapped out of his thoughts, preventing the situation from deteriorating further.

"What...what does that mean?" She found her gaze vacant, her voice stiff.

The Cold King frowned, wondering if there was even a one in ten thousand chance. Had he not completely destroyed them? Could it be—that they might still survive? The thought filled him with a chilling aura.

"Perhaps their souls weren't destroyed." The Creator God felt a long-lost tension; so this was what it felt like to be on edge. He had almost forgotten.

Souls? What were those? She turned her stiff neck, meeting the Thunder King's worried green eyes. "Thunder, can you tell me what that is?"

He hadn't heard that intimate address from his beloved in a long time, but the Thunder King's mood was far from good. He was deeply worried about her unusually blank expression. He clenched his fist, trying to explain in the gentlest way possible.

"Everyone has three souls and seven spirits. After death, one must completely carry these three souls and seven spirits into reincarnation. Otherwise, even if reincarnated, one cannot become a normal person. And your brother..." He glanced at her, quickly averting his gaze, unable to look into her fragile, watery eyes, "Your brother's physical body is destroyed, and his soul has been shattered. He has... completely disappeared from this world, with no possibility of rebirth."

"You brat! What are you saying! There's a possibility that he still has a life soul left!" The Creator God was so angry that he glared and scolded loudly, then turned to meet Dongfang Zuozuo's face, which was on the verge of collapse. "No, girl, listen to me. Your brother's aura doesn't seem to have completely disappeared. If I'm not mistaken, they left behind a life soul. It's very possible that when they died, they were so focused on you that their souls were transferred, leaving their bodies."

Whew! Finally finished. It was really not easy to say it all in one breath.

Dongfang Zuozuo was already unconscious, but a small flame of hope rose in her eyes. A life soul? Could her brother come back to life? Was there still a chance? But what use is it if only one of the three souls and seven spirits remains…

Shaking her head, what's wrong? What they're saying is so unfamiliar to her, like a play, and she's unknowingly become the protagonist in it.

“No, I'm dreaming, you're all fake, fake…”

But why does this embrace feel so real? The strength of the hug hurts her.

“Ah Leng, you… you didn't do that, right? It wasn't you, right?”

“You're a devil! How could you… how could you do that…”

She bites him frantically, wishing she could tear his flesh apart! To rip out his bleeding heart! Even though her teeth hurt from hitting his flesh, she still holds on tightly, and facing his expressionless face, she cries.

"My brother is my dearest and most beloved! They've protected me for eighteen years, do you know that?! Without them, I wouldn't be who I am today! How could I live without them? Ah Leng, tell me, you wouldn't be so cruel, right…?"

"Mom and Dad are dead, my brother is everything to me. Do you know why I didn't die? It's because they're still here…"

"Ha, I was so foolish. I thought you'd let them go. My eldest brother said he'd go with me to buy some winter clothes, but he broke his promise…"

"My second brother's island, the newly planted saplings, he said he'd climb up and pick the fruit when it bore fruit, and I'd gather it from below…"

"If my third brother comes back, I'll promise to make love to him in the dorm…"

"Ah Leng, do you really love me?"

"I don't believe it…"

So tired, so drowsy. Is it going to rain? It's all gray and gloomy.

I'll sleep, and everything will be alright when I wake up.

She smiled gently at Ah Leng's handsome face, which was shifting between gloom and tension, like a playful elf, giving him one last glance before turning back to her own world, never to be seen again.

No!

"Don't sleep! You can't sleep! If you hate me, I'll kill your brother! Get up!" The Cold King shook her lithe body, terrified. Just now, in that one glance, he saw him in her eyes, but he couldn't see his own reflection in them. He wasn't in her heart... How could this be! How could she say those men were her closest and dearest? He was! He'd rather she hate him! That way, he would still be the most profound presence in her heart!

This wasn't the outcome he wanted! Shouldn't she hit him, curse him, bite him, hate him completely? He let her bite, let her hate, the deeper the hatred, the more unforgettable it would be. In the end, as long as he persisted, she would still forgive him, forget those men, and love him more and more...

But how could she doubt his love? How could she say she didn't believe him?

Her heart was in turmoil, aching so much...

What to do? What to do?

The Cold King was like an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth, completely lost. His eternally unchanging icy face was now like it was on fire, its color shifting unpredictably.

The unexpected outcome left him feeling a fire burning within him, spreading rapidly to every corner of his body, so restless and chaotic. He couldn't calm down; only by pressing himself close to her could he find some solace, holding her tighter and tighter… But she was so small and incredibly soft, and he worried that too much force would crush her.

He was practically going crazy! He couldn't find an outlet for his pent-up frustration!

"Little Leng, it seems I must seal you away first." The Creator God frowned, noticing the faint bloodstain on his forehead. The unprecedentedly powerful magic… if he didn't seal it away quickly, it would likely cause a catastrophe.

"Get lost!" He didn't recognize the old man anymore, only knowing that he was trying to take his beloved woman. His cold, silver eyes shot like swords at the Creator God, as he tightly embraced Dongfang Zuozuo.

The Creator God gave a signal to the Thunder King and the Cloud King, who swiftly attacked the Cold King, their target the unconscious Dongfang Zuozuo.

"Don't touch her! She's mine! Mine!" A roar that seemed to come from hell sent the Cold King blasting them away! Blood stained the area around him, and red light flashed.

"Don't touch that girl yet. What we need to do now is keep him trapped here." The Creator Elder quickly began casting a spell, sighing as he looked at the beast-like man in the center of the arena. Calamity!

"Master!" Thunder King and Cloud King cried out simultaneously, glaring at the Cold King who was kneeling on the ground, roaring while holding Dongfang Zuozuo. That guy has gone mad! The little cutie is in grave danger!

"Do you think you can snatch her from him? Little Leng has become a demon now." The Creator Elder pointed to the bloodstain on the Cold King's forehead, demonic energy soaring to the sky. Damn

it!

The two cursed under their breath, and could only assist the Creator Elder from the side.

Unexpectedly, less than half a moment later, the demon who had been kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his head, his blood-red, wicked eyes looking at them. His cruel, almost sinister face, resembling Yama, was now tinged with darkness, his godlike features now even more demonic. His gaze swept over the three of them, but when he looked down at the little girl in his arms, his eyes softened instantly. His gaze was so focused, as if the world consisted only of her; in his eyes, only she existed.

Those silver eyes, faintly radiating evil, were captivating and bloodthirsty. His brows held a disdainful arrogance, a haughty air as if clad in shimmering armor, a blood-stained battle robe, exuding a chilling aura—all these indicated the sudden appearance of a bewitching demon! A demon had appeared!

Shock!

Before they could react, the Cold King had already vanished in the blink of an eye, carrying Dongfang Zuozuo.

The Creator Elder stopped the two enraged men who were about to give chase, giving each of them a sharp rap on the head. He said, "Find Little Fire first."

There was no other way. This was an unprecedentedly powerful demon, transformed from Leng Huan, one of the four leaders. He had to give the gods an explanation, but subduing Leng Huan wouldn't be easy. It had been a very long time since their last test of cultivation. After years of focused training in the Divine Prison, he didn't know how much Leng Huan's cultivation had increased, and with his doubled power after becoming a demon, they had no chance without joining forces. Fortunately, he had eliminated the two boys' hostility before they came looking for him. Little Fire was left; he needed to find him quickly and eliminate him beforehand. Otherwise, if four great demons appeared, there would be no peace in the world.

The old man stroked his beard, wondering if he had facilitated a good marriage or a tragic one… He dared not draw a conclusion until the very end; perhaps—there was still a chance for things to turn around.

Judging from his expression just now, Xiao Leng wouldn't hurt the girl. Look at how stubbornly he held on; that child is too obstinate. He became a demon for her, went mad because of her, forgot himself, but he would never forget her…

He became a demon, but she remained his dearest love…

Chapter 107 One Life, One Love

Who says becoming a demon requires killing? Who says becoming a demon necessarily means commanding a hundred followers and being adored by demons? And who says becoming a demon necessarily means being covered in blood?

At least—he wasn't.

He only wanted to hold her in his arms, witness the myriad aspects of the world, and when the world had changed, they would still be entwined in love.

To him, the vast world couldn't compare to her beautiful smile.

A mundane life without her, no matter how long, would be meaningless. He wanted to be her husband, walking through life after life in this ordinary world, spoiling her, loving her, and indulging in the beauty of a devoted couple.

So, he brought her here, this wondrous continent he discovered by chance during his travels. In this continent, all men and women are loyal to their partners. Here, men and women love only one person for life, practicing monogamy. Every household is hardworking and honest. Even emperors only marry one empress. Their love may not be dramatic, but it grows deeper and deeper like a gentle stream, until finally it becomes so intense that they love each other unconditionally. The people here have the most loyal hearts and the most devoted blood flowing through their veins. They interpret love in the most profound way through their actions, and this tradition has been passed down from generation to generation…

He was waiting for her to wake up. He was prepared to be hated by her. Then, he would soothe this little cat with its claws outstretched, kiss her sharp teeth, and tell her that if she wanted his life, he would give it to her without hesitation.

The wait was long and agonizing, yet a sweet taste lingered in his heart, all because of that small expectation…

“Wake up quickly. From now on, there will be no Cold King, no Dongfang Zuozuo. I am just your A Leng, and you are just my little fairy. How about I call you Yao Yao?”

“Becoming a demon doesn’t matter. I don’t want anything else. Having you is enough…”

“Hehe… I am a demon, you are a fairy. We are so well-matched… A fairy is a demon’s wife…”

A Leng held her tightly, gently rocking her, his lips curving with pleasure against her ear as he whispered his love and affection.

At that moment, on the other side of his lips, a hot tear slid down her cheek and into her hair, warm, quickly cooled by the wind.

“Yao Yao, my Yao Yao…” He kissed her earlobe happily, finally unable to resist kissing her lips deeply.

Why did her heart ache so much? She hated him! She found that love outweighed hate… Didn’t she deserve to die? She had been awake for a while. Listening to the man's mutterings, she wished it was all just a beautiful dream. As he said, he was A Leng, and she was Yao Yao. The murderer of her brother—she couldn't face him calmly, couldn't forgive herself for such a heinous act… She wouldn't die. She had to find her brother's soul, and even if she couldn't be resurrected, she would stay with them forever.

A Leng had become a demon for her. The old man had said a demon that everyone should kill… She actually felt sorry for him. She hated herself for becoming a scourge! A Leng should be high above, A Leng should be a god worshipped by thousands… The struggle, the tearing pain, it was so unbearable…

She wanted to bite herself to pieces!

“Yao Yao, I know you're awake. Don't pretend to be asleep, or I'll kiss you until you wake up.” A Leng breathed wickedly into her ear, maliciously licking her sensitive spot.

Damn it! How could he act like nothing had happened! How could he be so nonchalant!

Her eyes, filled with indignation and panic, snapped open. A fleeting look of disarray crossed her face as her beautiful, butterfly-like eyelashes opened. A-Leng, overjoyed, pulled her close. Where did this joy come from? From her gaze…

He was happy because she was angry, furious, and trying to avoid him. But if he didn't care, why would she run away? Why would she be angry? That meant he had a chance, didn't he?

"Don't try to escape! I won't let go." He was ecstatic. He quickly embraced her struggling body, holding her possessively in his arms, affectionately nuzzling her soft breasts. That sweet scent always made him unable to resist.

Dongfang Zuozuo was startled. A-Leng had really changed.

The man he used to be never had this sinister air about him, his silver eyes chilling. This man, the one who had recently been dominating her in bed, was inherently arrogant and domineering. Although he still couldn't shake off his innate coldness, his expressions were much more varied when he was with her.

She was stunned, oblivious to his taking advantage of her. He thought to himself, was there a better way for lovers to reconcile than through "deep penetration"? He remembered that in bed, she would agree to anything he asked.

Only when a pair of lecherous hands reached into her collar did she coldly slap them away.

The cold king's pleasure vanished as he looked up at her indifferent face, a sharp pain shooting through his heart.

He would rather she cried freely, curse loudly, than be so quiet, like a soulless doll, leaving him bewildered. But no matter how long it took, he would stay with her.

On the towering peak, two figures, tormenting each other, stood for a long time, until the setting sun cast a beautiful picture in the sky, the crimson clouds reflecting on the horizon.

From beginning to end, she didn't utter a single word. Between them, there was nothing to say, wasn't there?

"You didn't even ask me where this is." He narrowed his silver eyes, looking at the overly dazzling clouds, which gave him an urge to destroy them. Demon, was this the nature of demons? To want to destroy everything beautiful, to want the world to fall with him, to live only in darkness?

Slightly suppressing the surging evil blood within him, he could only hold her tighter; she possessed a scent that could calm him.

"This time and space holds what I yearn for, so I brought you here. I want to share its beauty with you. Yao Yao, the love in this kingdom is something to aspire to. The king and his subjects are all loyal to their lovers, one love for life, one partner for life, you know… this is what I want…"

One love for life, one partner for life, how could she not know? But…

“Stay with me, stay here with me for the rest of your life, and after that, my life will be yours.” His gaze was deep and unwavering, trying to see through every change in her expression.

She was stunned. Had this man gone mad? Did he even know what he was saying?

“I know, but right now many people want me dead, don’t they? I am a demon, a demon they all want to kill. But I won’t be defeated so easily. As long as I don’t want to, no one can kill me.” He laughed arrogantly. Yes, currently, he was an invincible demon.

“But even though I am a demon, I will never hurt you. If I have to die, you know, I only want to die by your hand. My life is only for you. My Yao Yao…”

She felt as if her throat was choked, her chest tight, and under his burning gaze, even her breathing became erratic.

"Will you stay with me? Be my wife for this lifetime. On this beautiful land, we'll start anew, build our home, be my only one, bear my children, and grow old together. After a hundred years, no matter how much you hate me, as long as we've lived this life, I'll have no regrets no matter what you do afterward." But if after a hundred years, she couldn't bring herself to do it, then she would never escape. Because as long as he lived, she had to be his. The Cold King silently said this in his heart, kissing her palm. He already knew the ending, certain she wouldn't be able to let go, so no matter what, she would eventually surrender. On that day, he would make her willingly fall into his arms. He would

tell her, what woman could resist such moving words of love? A hundred years together? A vow to grow old together?

Dongfang Zuozuo considered herself a cold-hearted person. Apart from family, she had never given any extra love to anyone else. But this man was her calamity…

She couldn't shake off his clingy hand! She couldn't break free from his steel-like embrace! She couldn't escape his lingering kisses…

“Don't refuse me, Yao Yao, I want you…” He rolled over and pressed her onto the smooth rock, his body pressing down on hers, showering her face with countless kisses. His lips burned like flames, determined to scorch her and reduce her to ashes.

She bit her lip, trying to control her body's reaction, but he pried it open with his fingers, his fingertips probing her mouth, teasing her tongue. Her wet, slippery tongue was forced to entwine with his fingers, tasting a salty flavor.

“Mmm…” Lost in the world of desire he had created, she couldn't help but let out an alluring moan. This sound encouraged him, allowing him to continue “deeper.”

Her own confused voice awakened her remaining reason. She came to her senses. No, she would never give in! She couldn't forget her brother. What was the situation now? The old man seemed to have a hidden meaning in his words; her brother's soul might not still be alive, or even if it wasn't destroyed, she didn't know where it was. She didn't know where to look… She had no clue whatsoever. What right did she have to be here with this man

, making love and pledging her life to him? She struggled to push away his hand that was reaching into her clothes. She bit down hard on the tongue swirling in her mouth, the Cold King jolted awake from his desire. How cruel this woman was! He had already tasted blood; his latent demonic nature was stirring because of the deliciousness of blood. She had no idea that she had awakened a wild beast!

Her gloomy little face was as stubborn as a wolf cub, scrutinizing its enemy with a fierce, defiant arrogance. The Cold King surfaced from the sea of desire, squinting, seemingly weighing whether this interrupted affair should continue, how much damage it would cause, how serious the consequences would be, and what price he would have to pay to win back his beloved's forgiveness.

But this was only temporary rationality. The beast within him raged, his temples throbbing, clearly reflecting his desire and struggle.

He still couldn't control himself! This woman was his poison!

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Dongfang Zuozuo clearly saw the red light in his eyes, his excitement roaring like a wild beast, making him appear even more alluring. The flames burning in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if every cell in his body was leaping with joy.

She shifted her body; she was afraid of him in this state. In his eyes, she was like a delicious dish, waiting for him to devour her.

The demon resided in his heart, and she was both the nemesis of his inner demon and its summoner. He rose because of her, and he perished because of her…

Finally, all reason vanished, accompanied by a suppressed roar, he pounced on her again.

Chapter 108 Pounced on the Mountain Top ~h~ Beware!

Impulsiveness is the devil, and the devil's nature is impulsiveness.

He lifted her skirt, tore her panties, draped one of her thighs over his shoulder, and then, without any foreplay, eagerly thrust into her body—"Ugh!" So swollen, so painful… The dry passage enveloped his enormous member, the thick, sensitive flesh defending against the intruder. Her already narrow opening couldn't withstand the abuse; without lubrication, his iron rod was stuck halfway in, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't penetrate even an inch. He was drenched in sweat, which became even more pronounced in the cool evening breeze.

His rod felt both pleasurable and painful from being bitten; he needed friction, he needed release.

His hand reached to the point of union, caressing and kneading the forcibly torn petals. After a while, Dongfang Zuozuo still couldn't alleviate the pain of her torn private parts, and the beast inside her continued to grow and lengthen, making her feel that the thing had firmly taken root in her body and could never be pulled out. This terrified her, giving her the illusion that it had grown inside her, and that she would have to live with it for the rest of her life...

How terrifying! She trembled, and it was precisely this slight tremor that caused the tender flesh inside her vagina to twitch. He took the opportunity to thrust forcefully, burying his entire member inside her, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But it wasn't enough; she was so tight that she couldn't move at all.

The man, already skilled in bed, quickly lowered his head and kissed her bright red lips, exploring every sensitive spot inside. He occasionally whispered sweet nothings in her ear, helping her slowly relax. His lower body began to slowly rotate his hips, letting his penis swirl inside her, rubbing against her inner walls at various angles. This agonizing grinding caused her vagina to quickly secrete fluid, making a "sizzling" sound as he rotated his penis. When the fluid was plentiful, the cold king's lips curled into a wicked, triumphant smile.

"So you like this kind of foreplay. Next time, I'll just thrust in directly, and we'll slowly grind until you're wet..." His deliberately lowered, husky, and sexy voice made her blush with wicked amusement.

“I love the way you blush, especially during your orgasm, it’s breathtakingly beautiful,” he said, pulling out his enormous penis and spreading her legs wider. Her tender, red vulva was wide open before him, more vibrant than the sunset. This sight made his eyes red, and he could no longer restrain himself. He pressed down on her waist, aimed at the opening, and thrust in hard, plunging all the way in through the slippery nectar.

She bit his shoulder, her legs, hanging on his shoulder, kicking and arching. Unable to find a foothold, she kicked the air a few times in frustration, gasping for breath as he thrust into her. With each thrust, his shoulder, close to hers, would touch her mouth, causing her to produce unswallowable saliva that clung to his shoulder, slid down her cheek, and landed on the large rock.

The Cold King noticed her dangling legs, frowned, and continued thrusting. The next moment, she suddenly realized her feet were being pressed against something. Struggling to open her blurry eyes, she saw that a tree had appeared behind him, and her legs, which had been kicking wildly in the air, were now pressed against the trunk. He was holding her down, making her sway violently. Each time she lunged forward and was pulled back, her soles would land on the trunk, but this felt even stranger.

Sensing her distraction, the Cold King blamed himself. Was he not trying hard enough?

He increased the speed of his thrusts, his penis drawing out a lot of fluid. Soon, the abundant vaginal fluid was churned into snowflake-like white foam. She fully realized his power and could barely withstand such frenzy.

"This is the most beautiful sound in the world," the Cold King whispered in her ear, enjoying the wet sounds of their bodies rubbing together, which always stimulated his sexual nerves and made him even more excited. Of course, it would be even better if this stubborn little woman would moan, but no matter how hard he tried, she just wouldn't speak, still angry, little thing.

She turned her head away, her body swaying beneath him like seaweed, but she couldn't help but blush even more. Because of the sex day and night, the almost uninterrupted indulgence of the past year, she was extremely familiar with it. Sometimes her body would even have its own needs, feeling empty, but this also caused her to think of sex whenever she heard similar sounds, and her private parts were already wet. Once, when her brother was opening a bottle of red wine, her face flushed crimson as he pulled out the cork. A surge of heat rushed to her vagina. She locked herself in her room for an entire day because of this, causing her brothers great anxiety and worry, thinking something had happened. Later, they finally realized what had happened and, with wicked grins, pinned her to the bed and tormented her for days. She dared not look them in the eye. Later still, they went so far as to specifically seek out tools that made sounds similar to the friction of genitals, pretending to "accidentally" "perform" in front of her. Afterwards, of course, a feast of lust ensued… Utterly wicked!

Her brother…

tears welled in his eyes, the intense longing within him burning like fire, while she lay beneath her murderer, receiving pleasure! She was unforgivable!

Her lips were bitten raw by her reckless strength, the blood dripping like a fiery, alluring droplet, staining her red lips. The taste of blood stimulated him, and the man, lost in desire, looked down to see the pain on the face of the woman beneath him

. Her tightly furrowed brows, blood-stained lips, and trembling eyelashes evoked pity in him. The Cold King lifted her up, pressing her against the tree trunk, leaving her suspended in the air. One leg draped over his waist, the other still resting on his shoulder, wide open, her delicate flower-like opening. His male organ remained inside, thrusting without ceasing, only slowing its pace. At their point of union, only his penis supported her body, her form swaying up and down with each thrust.

"I will make you only think of me," he said, covering her lips with his, licking away the blood droplets with his tongue. He wasn't unaware of her thoughts; he would use all his strength to soothe her pain, as long as she was by his side.

Dongfang Zuozuo bit his lip, drawing blood in her fury, glaring at him with wide eyes.

The Cold King chuckled indifferently, letting her bite him, his expression more pleased than before, because she was responding.

He lifted her buttocks with both hands and began to thrust more vigorously into her core, penetrating deeper and deeper, drawing out her love fluids. The incredible speed made her vagina feel as if it were on fire, burning with a tingling pleasure, her consciousness almost gone.

"Pfft, pfft,"

this was the only sound at the summit of the mountain. No other sound dared to disturb the god-like man, even though he was now a demon, he was a demon god-like being. His innate nobility and arrogant aura inspired awe and made heaven and earth bow at his feet.

Her flesh was almost broken from the powerful thrusting of this man; how could such a soft place withstand his iron-hardness? She clung weakly to him, even breathing was difficult.

What a heartless bastard! Didn't she realize he was about to ruin her?! And he was thrusting so hard! Dongfang Zuozuo really wanted to bite off a piece of his flesh to vent her anger!

But instead of biting his flesh, he was practically devouring her breasts…

What was going on?

Every time the bad man lifted her up, he would make her fall down automatically, sitting down on his erect penis, all her weight concentrated on that one point. As soon as he lifted her up, her swaying breasts would willingly be offered to his mouth. The movement of her sitting down again would lengthen the nipples he was biting, making a "tsk tsk" sound, adding a touch of lewdness to the beautiful sunset scene. He took full advantage of her, moving up and down. The sounds of his mouth above and below mixed together, making it even more stimulating.

She guessed that her experience with outdoor sex would eventually be honed by this man, and in the end, she might even openly act in pornographic films without a care in the world? God, just thinking about it made her feel wanton.

They worked from sunset to moonrise, the night filled with the roars of wild beasts echoing through the forest. But she was more worried about the beast on top of her, who had made love three times and showed no signs of fatigue… while she was exhausted… Finally, she simply leaned on his shoulder and dozed off, and quite unceremoniously fell asleep, leaving him to continue his spree alone.

The Cold King quickened his thrusts, his two large testicles slapping against her buttocks, but without her cooperation, he had lost much of his passion. Soon, he ejaculated all his burning seed into her body, pressing his face against hers, savoring the afterglow of passion. Even though she was asleep, he still wanted to linger with her, to be intimate with her.

He buried his burning genitals inside her, showing no intention of pulling out, reluctant to leave this warm nest…

He changed their clothes, letting her legs dangle around his waist. A long silk skirt covered their joined bodies. He was still inside her; he had deliberately pierced a hole in their clothes, the size of his penis perfectly concealed from the outside. Although he could simply carry her naked, since no one could see, he wasn't that depraved. Carrying his woman naked to do business—yes, he had many things to prepare. But wouldn't

that be perverted? To do serious business, he had to keep his wife close, truly "close"!

Okay, he admitted he was perverted, but this gave him a sense of security, the real feeling of being tightly enveloped by her. He felt needed by her, even in her dreams, he wanted her to remember him. In that position, he picked her up and disappeared into the enchanting peaks, leaving behind a trail of verdant green and debauchery.

Chapter 109 The Strange Fire Lion

Overnight, this world underwent a dramatic transformation.

When she awoke, she was the wife of the world's leading pharmacist, settled in a picturesque location, owning property—all while she slept.

He had kept her unconscious for three days. During those three days and nights, legends about this pharmacist inexplicably appeared in everyone's memories. His pharmacy, which had risen to prominence three years prior, offered virtually any medicine, even the rarest and most precious herbs, for the right price. Yet, the mastermind behind it all remained a mystery, bearing only one surname—Leng. Everyone called him Young Master Leng.

Why choose a merchant? He wanted to try something new. The medicines in the pharmacy all came from their own medicine valley. Ever since he met her, he had longed to experience this kind of life. He wanted to earn money to support his family like an ordinary person, while she would take care of the household chores and run the medicine valley, which would perfectly fulfill his wish. The First Pharmacy was just a front. He left everything to his puppet. He only needed the name of the pharmacy and an identity to integrate into this world. He didn't want to waste time doing those boring things. Every minute and every second, he only wanted to be with his beautiful little wife, watching people come and go in the bustling world, and feeling the warmth and coldness of the world.

From then on, the medicinal herbs would be planted and cultivated by the couple. He imagined himself in a garden filled with the fragrance of herbs, embracing his beautiful wife on a recliner, listening to the movements of the playful little one in her belly…

They would have many, many lifetimes together. He wanted to try all sorts of roles with her, whether wandering through the bustling world or hiding in the green mountains and clear waters…

He discovered that after becoming a demon, he seemed to have many ideas, even a mischievousness he had never known before. Because he had been lonely for too long, so long that he had almost forgotten the meaning of his existence. He had finally met a little woman who could stir up the stagnant lake of his heart, how could he easily let her go? Once tainted by worldly love, he would lose everything and be unable to escape. But one thing never changed—he would bring her into the world with him no matter what. Even if they had to go to hell, he would want her by his side…

His wife, she was his wife, the Cold Lady of this life…

How wonderful, when she woke up, he would hold a grand wedding and announce to the world that he would marry her.

He only wanted to give her the best, but, sorry, he couldn't give her the most revered divine ceremony, nor could he be too conspicuous. He hated those few guys who coveted his woman! He didn't want them to cause trouble, so he couldn't be too extravagant.

His identity as the First Medicine Merchant made things easier; he could even invite everyone in the world to celebrate his wedding, including emperors and generals, if he wanted.

But there was a hidden danger: the demon within him was stirring, seemingly wanting to carry out a large-scale blood sacrifice for his wedding… slaughtering countless lives… This intense longing to break free, this feeling of wanting to act but being unable to, was truly unpleasant!

No, he couldn't. Too much commotion would attract attention, even though he had concealed their auras, being too ostentatious would likely bring trouble. And his wedding absolutely could not be disrupted!

Blood sacrifice… perhaps it really could… Dongfang Zuozuo, still awake, didn't speak, seemingly unconcerned about her current situation, and quickly adapted to the identity of Madam Leng. Although the wedding hadn't taken place yet, the servants who regularly came to the Medicine Valley to tend the herbs already called her Madam Leng.

Since falling into this strange world, she has been unusually silent, so quiet it's almost transparent. The Cold King is driven to near madness; this side of her irritates him, and he often loses control, using various methods on her in bed. He can't help but vent the anger she's fueled over these past few days on her body, and lately it's become increasingly frequent. He even suspects that he might massacre the wedding banquet a month from now.

Standing before the door, the Cold King clenched his fists, staring intently at the woman sitting quietly by the window. The morning light cast a golden glow on her, her slightly pale face bearing a faint sorrow. Her pregnancy has given her an indescribable charm, perhaps graceful, perhaps even ethereal.

But damn it, can't she stop frowning? Is being with him really this unbearable? So unbearable that she doesn't even want to say a word to him? He thought he had enough patience, but he found he couldn't! How would you feel if you were facing a face devoid of expression and emotion every day, especially if it was someone you loved? He wanted to force her, unable to control his madness, always wanting to torment her… to make her show even the slightest emotion for him, even fear! It would be better than her ignoring him like this! Hearing the cracking of his knuckles, Dongfang Zuozuo didn't turn around. The man outside the door looked even more gloomy, his shadow heavy and dark against the light.

" I'll be back in three days. Stay here obediently, don't run around." He vanished as soon as he finished speaking. Dongfang Zuozuo finally reacted, a slight doubt appearing in her eyes. What was wrong with him? These past few days, the Cold King had been almost inseparable from her. When desire arose, he would do it without regard for time or place, forcing himself on her. After all, the entire Medicine Valley was usually just the two of them; no one else could enter unless the Cold King removed those strange formations. But apart from that, she had to admit that he was no different from before he became a demon—the same tenderness, the same domineering nature. She almost abandoned her principles, nearly losing herself in his tenderness. But now that he had suddenly disappeared, a sense of indescribable loss and confusion welled up inside her. "Old man..." Dongfang Zuozuo sighed softly. They still hadn't found her? Why was there no response when she called out to the old man? She was practically suffocating; there was no clue about her brother's situation, and she could only wait here idly. Frustrated and restless, she flicked her long, flowing sleeves. Ancient dresses were so cumbersome, dragging on the ground. She turned and walked out of the courtyard, breathing in the air carrying a faint medicinal fragrance. "Madam." The little maidservant who had been left to serve her followed behind her with bowed head. Dongfang Zuozuo waved her away. This medicinal valley was unusually large, surrounded by mountains, lush and verdant, with a stream flowing through the center. The babbling water sounded like the music of a zither, a truly pleasant auditory experience. In that instant, her melancholy vanished, replaced by a renewed interest in exploring the mountains and forests. She wandered around this idyllic valley, sometimes curiously studying harmless plants and animals before moving on. This leisurely life was actually quite nice, but… something felt missing. Pregnant women tire easily. She searched for a way out in the forest, dappled shadows falling upon her. It was past noon; she had to go back. Three months pregnant, she seemed to have been eating more lately and was a little hungry. But after walking for a while, she realized she was lost and began to curse inwardly, “Ah Leng, why did you choose such a huge place?” It was normal to have wild animals in the forest, and it was normal to encounter them fighting, but… being stared at by a lion that had successfully killed four of its companions for over ten minutes was very unusual. It… its entire body was covered in blood, and its eerily blood-red eyes were fixed on her, sending chills down her spine. She dared not move an inch, fearing it would unleash its beastly nature and prey on her, the delicious pregnant woman. What could she do now? Ah Leng wasn't there, and her summons to the old man in her moment of crisis went unanswered. Even if she ran, she couldn't outrun a wild beast. A chilling calm... After a while, the lion still didn't move, but she was exhausted. The prolonged standoff had left her on edge. The high tension, combined with her pregnant state and lack of food, caused her to suddenly collapse to the ground. For some reason, at this crucial moment, she felt dizzy. Looking at the bright sunlight overhead, she inopportunely fainted. She cried out inwardly, "My life is in danger!" Before losing consciousness, she seemed to see a pair of slightly smiling eyes, a little awkward, as if they weren't used to such tenderness. Opening her eyes, she saw an extremely bright cave entrance. It seemed to be nearing evening, and the setting sun was shining directly into the cave. Huh? A cave? A mountain cave?

Good heavens! She finally remembered her situation before she fainted!

"Ah!" Feeling something soft rubbing against her arm, she belatedly looked down, and what she saw almost took her breath away—it was that fiery red lion!

But—what was going on? Why was it leaning against her so affectionately? As if it was trying to please her? It had already cleaned itself, its fiery red fur reaching about her chest when it stood up. So tall, so strong, and so frightening…

Suddenly, she felt a chill on the back of her hand, sticky and warm liquid on it. She reflexively frowned and vigorously wiped her hand with her sleeve; her obsession with cleanliness was still quite severe! That stinky lion! Why was it licking her! The saliva of a wild beast was filthy! It might have just eaten raw, bloody meat, disgusting… She

inadvertently looked up and vaguely saw a fleeting anger in those beastly eyes. Her heart tightened, and she took a few steps back.

The lion took a large step forward, lunging forward, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

Was it...was it time to eat?

Dongfang Zuozuo nervously swallowed, her pitiful, watery eyes glistening with moisture. Suddenly, the lion roared, and her slender shoulders trembled. She closed her eyes and instinctively clutched her stomach.

"A Leng!"

she screamed, seven faces flashing through her mind—seven men she had been involved with in her memories. Finally, the image settled on A Leng's handsome, cool face. But—why did she think of those rapists?

After a long while, without the expected pain, she cautiously opened her eyes a crack and saw the lion idly raking the ground. With a flick of its head, its haughty demeanor reminded her of the phrase—King of Beasts! And in its eyes flashed a disdainful, mocking smile, and…the mischievousness after a prank?

Was playing tricks on her fun?!

Her spoiled princess temper flared up. This lion clearly didn't need another "delicacy" like her; was it just bored and wanted to spice things up by capturing her? To satisfy its hunger?

"Eat me if you want! If not, take me back right now!" She knew her heart was pounding wildly, practically leaping out of her chest. She had a gut feeling this lion was intelligent; it could definitely understand her. What a strange intuition! As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a pang of self-reproach. This was just a wild beast; how could she talk to it?

But—she swore she really saw it! That wretched lion was laughing; it was definitely mocking her! She was about to breathe fire!

The lion wagged its smug tail and slowly crouched down in front of her.

Dongfang Zuozuo was stunned, surprised by its docility. Hesitantly, she stepped forward and stroked its back. Seeing no retaliation, she felt relieved, but still couldn't understand why it had brought her to the cave, why it hadn't eaten her. It really was different, wasn't it? "Is there such a strange lion? And it wants to carry me?"

Seeing that she didn't move, the lion turned and nibbled at her hem, signaling her to hurry up, looking somewhat anxious.

She smiled slightly. Since it meant no harm, she didn't need to be worried anymore. But for some reason, she always had a strange fear of it, not because it was a wild animal. What was it...? She couldn't quite put her finger on it... She asked, somewhat disbelievingly, "Are you really going to carry me back?"

The lion nodded impatiently and lay down again.

Dongfang Zuozuo sat on its furry back, feeling rather strange. It was warm and soft, like sitting on a warm carpet, very comfortable. As it moved, it rubbed against her private parts. Suddenly, she felt that this position wasn't quite right; one of its spines was pressing against her there. Her skirt was thin, and her legs were spread wide across its back. The ancient underpants were loose and baggy, and had long since been squeezed open by its occasional large movements. Her petals were wet and sticky from the friction of the corner of the underpants and its slightly rough down. Her face turned bright red. She had actually become aroused on the spot...

Thinking this, she awkwardly wiggled her buttocks and pulled her underpants back up, trying to cover herself with the fabric of her skirt.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she felt that it liked to jump over stones and logs along the way, even though it didn't need to. Many times there was a flat path next to it, but it still insisted on jumping over it. Every time it jumped, she had to hold on to its neck tightly, and her private parts were pushed hard. It was a strange feeling. She... she could actually feel a protrusion. Oh my god, she was terrified. Was she really that thirsty? Was she thinking too much about Ah Leng and developing delusions? But then she thought, maybe she was just being too wicked. Perhaps because she had never seen an animal that could understand human speech, she mistook it for a person.

Hmm, she was overthinking it; perhaps that's just the wild nature of animals, their love of leaping and bounding.

The woman naively comforted herself, telling herself it was just a simple wild beast.

At that moment, a cunning glint flashed in the red lion's blood-red eyes, a look that felt…horrifying…pornographic… 02-05
Chapter 110 Self-harm?

The lion carried her slowly, and after a while, she suddenly realized something was strange. She patted its back somewhat timidly and said, "I don't know the way, how will you take me back?"

In general, she still felt a strange aversion and fear towards it.

Whether it was a misperception or not, after she finished speaking, the lion's massive body trembled, then it turned its head, staring at her with those terrifying blood-red eyes, making her hair stand on end. At this moment, Dongfang Zuozuo disregarded the danger. Her instinct was to get away from the terrifying lion as quickly as possible. She took a step, but landed unsteadily, tumbling to the ground.

Looking up, she saw the red lion's cold, man-eating eyes and couldn't help but shiver. She shifted her position slightly and gestured for it to stop, "Don't come any closer!"

The red lion glared at her impatiently and was about to walk over. But then, Dongfang Zuozuo suddenly found a lot of strength and jumped up from the ground. While backing away, she looked back at the path behind her and tried to communicate with the seemingly enraged beast. "Um, thank you for your kindness, but I can go back by myself. Uh, and bye-bye."

After saying that, she didn't dare to look at its reaction and turned around and walked away haphazardly in one direction. But she didn't run; she hadn't forgotten the heavy responsibilities of being a pregnant woman. She was just walking a little too fast, and that jump was a moment of panic.

With her back to the red lion, she didn't see the bitter emotion, not of a wild beast, flash in its bloodshot eyes. Suppressing its rage, it slammed into a tree with a "thud." Hearing the violent sound behind her, she walked even faster, barely daring to stop, let alone look back.

Blisters began to form on Dongfang Zuozuo's feet; every step was excruciatingly painful. She had never known her skin was so delicate. Of course, it was because she had never walked such a long way, with so many small stones and an uneven surface. Night was approaching, and helplessly, she soaked her feet in a small puddle she had finally found. The water flowed slowly, washing over her wounds, cool and slightly stinging.

So hungry…

After walking for so long, she hadn't seen any wild fruit. She couldn't do anything about the small animals either. For the first time, she realized and hated her own uselessness! She couldn't help but wonder, what was so good about her that they were so fixated on her? Now she suddenly realized that besides that beautiful exterior, she really had nothing. So, what they loved... was her appearance?

How ironic. There must be countless women more beautiful than her. She overestimated herself.

Touching her smooth face, she saw her reflection in the water. It was blurry, but her outline was vaguely discernible. Upon closer inspection, she found it somewhat bewitching, especially her cool and aloof aura, which accentuated the water-drenched beauty of the figure, making her appear like a moon goddess. A touch of allure outlined a dizzying charm...

Indeed, she suddenly understood why Ah Leng often couldn't help but call her... a fairy... She smiled softly at her reflection, almost losing herself in the bewitching allure she had created.

So, this was her charm…

Perhaps, perhaps, if she ruined this face? Would her life be smoother? Would she avoid getting entangled with them? Would they all… leave her? Perhaps, she should have done this long ago… For the first time, Dongfang Zuozuo began to doubt their so-called love. Perhaps it was the pregnant woman's overactive imagination, but her wild thoughts found a plausible excuse for herself. Almost unconsciously, she grabbed a sharp stone, pointed its pointed tip at her fair face, and smiled wryly.

“Ugh!”

Accompanied by a furious roar, the stone in her hand was successfully knocked away, leaving a long claw mark on the back of her hand, thin lines of blood seeping out. A strange light appeared on her delicate white hand.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the lion's head so close, her heart nearly stopping!

What did she see? She saw two clusters of flame! Clearly, the burning desire in its bloodshot eyes grew larger and larger… and intensified… The lion narrowed its eyes, glaring at her hatefully for a long while before slowly calming its anger. It then extended its long, sharp tongue and began licking the blood from the back of her hand. Its rough tongue scraped and grazed, a highly suggestive motion, and miraculously, the wound healed!

She stared in disbelief at her smooth hand. The lion left satisfied, seemingly still reluctant to part with the tender texture.

“You…” she gasped, a strange feeling flashing through her mind, but it vanished as she tried to understand it. She could only withdraw her hand, puzzled, and wash away the saliva it had left behind. Seriously! It licks her every time, how annoying!

Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to a few bunches of grapes nearby. Her stomach growled reflexively. Looking at the lion beside her, who seemed completely unconcerned, she was stunned and didn't know how to react. So, the lion hadn't chased after her earlier because it was looking for food for her? For some reason, a rare feeling of emotion welled up inside her.

It seemed, perhaps, she wasn't so afraid of it anymore…

She couldn't help but stroke its fluffy head, but seeing the displeasure in its eyes, she quickly withdrew her hand, smiling, "Thank you."

Then, she took the grapes and walked to the spring to wash them, limping with each step, her bare feet aching from the friction. Without turning back, she didn't see the heartache in the lion's eyes.

After washing the grapes, she realized it had been squatting in front of her at some point, like a knight waiting to serve a princess, its untamed nature softened by its princess's pride. She smiled faintly, no longer bothering to be polite. In her current state, she couldn't possibly walk back on her own, so she simply sat down comfortably, even nestling on its back and drifting off to sleep.

It hadn't harmed her, had stopped her from self-harming; it wasn't scary, it could be trusted…

Lost in thought, she finished the grapes. The lingering doubt and wariness she felt towards it vanished in that instant. She let it carry her slowly. Without it, she didn't know how to get around. When would A-Leng come to take her back…?

“A-Leng…” she murmured softly, oblivious to the lion's dangerously bristling mane, unaware of the jealous fire in its eyes, and peacefully falling asleep.

It turned its head to look at the sleeping figure on its back, its gaze incredibly complex. Its tail supported her swaying body before it began to walk towards her dwelling.

Under the moonlight, the warm shadows of the person and the lion cast on the ground were so harmonious. The lion's eyes shone with a soft light—what could be called tenderness.

The next morning, gentle sunlight streamed in through the window. The person lying in bed gently fluttered her eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes. Her face, devoid of emotion, calmly surveyed her surroundings. She was back…

Yesterday felt like a dream, but she knew it wasn't.

Her movement as she got out of bed startled the maid who was fast asleep beside the table. The maid timidly called out, “Madam.”

Dongfang Zuozuo went straight to the basin and began to wash herself. This was the established routine; previously, her brothers had always “served” her, but now it was A Leng's turn. He wasn't there, and she was assigned only a maid. She didn't like being touched, so the maid only needed to prepare the tools for her; she didn't need to help.

“How did I get back here yesterday?” she asked, eating her breakfast.

The maidservant knelt down with a thud. "This servant deserves to die! I didn't even notice that Madam had fainted in the pharmacy. I only found her there yesterday at dusk, and it was this servant who carried her back. I have offended Madam's dignity, please punish me!"

Dongfang Zuozuo frowned. She had said many times that she hated being called a servant or slave in front of her; it made her feel uncomfortable, like a villain oppressing the people, but they never changed.

"Never mind, A-Leng... hasn't she returned?" Her tone rose slightly.

"Reporting to Madam, Master has not returned."

She was silent for a while, then gave a faint "Oh," her mind a jumble of unspoken turmoil, like being bound by tangled threads, making her feel uncomfortable and suffocated.

After breakfast, she returned to the pharmacy where the maidservant had found her. She carefully examined the surroundings, but after a long time, she couldn't find a single trace. She was annoyed. Shouldn't she at least have left a claw mark? How did that strange lion that could understand human speech know she lived here? How did it manage to get her safely into the pharmacy without being discovered? It was all done flawlessly! Even humans probably couldn't do that. She knew how many precautions A Leng had taken in this courtyard to protect her, and how it had overcome so many obstacles to bring her back silently.

If the lion had wanted to harm her, wouldn't it have been easy? Her situation was truly dangerous! She couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, it meant her no harm, but—she still couldn't understand its intentions. What did it want from her? Why did it help her?

At this very moment, as Dongfang Zuozuo pondered this in utter bewilderment, in the darkest corner of this time and space, human tragedy and the devil's purgatory were expanding…

Dark clouds loomed, and bloodshed spread to every corner of the small town, everyone living in fear.

Yes, an invisible panic persisted. On the surface, this small border town appeared peaceful and tranquil, but two days ago, many households suddenly discovered their spouses had vanished in the middle of the night, disappearing without a trace. These inexplicable disappearances caused widespread anxiety. Even more bizarrely, most of the missing persons were notorious thugs and hooligans, which was why most residents hadn't moved. Yet, they remained uneasy, fearing they might suddenly fall into a deep sleep and never wake up, or be taken to some terrifying place. After all, a small portion of those who disappeared were people they considered "good people." In a

dark corner, a man irritably ended the life at his feet. Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, his eyes darkened, and he cruelly ripped out the corpse's heart and lungs, forcefully feeding them to a middle-aged man beside him, already terrified. The man vomited a few times in disgust, then fell silent, his eyes rolling back as he swallowed the bloody heart and lungs.

The demon's lips curled into a smirk, his silver eyes gleaming with an eerie light. He approvingly slid the whip across the middle-aged man's neck. "Very good."

The middle-aged man, his face streaked with snot and tears, chuckled, his body trembling.

What an obedient slave! Why did his woman so defiantly defy him? He loved her so much, spoiled her so much, why wasn't she satisfied? Why did she still have to seduce others outside!

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Several more lashes of the whip struck the middle-aged man, who was rendered speechless with pain. Under such violent beatings, he vaguely saw hell… Having satisfied his urges, the demon finally withdrew his whip, looking with disgust at the bloody, mangled scene on the ground. He hated filth! Yet he had to see blood. Stepping out of the cell, the bright sunlight shone on him, yet not a single stain remained! His silver-white robe was as pure as snow. He made his move, but he didn't necessarily have to touch those filthy and lowly creatures!

He missed his little vixen, that disobedient woman… How long was she going to keep sulking with him…? Yes, sulking, he didn’t think he was wrong.

These past two days, he had traversed this continent, slaughtering indiscriminately, but amidst the blood, the only thing he saw was her… His mind was filled with her image: her gentle smile, her sobbing, her sorrow, her despair! All of it was that beautiful little face!

He was truly bewitched; his bewitching was her.

Chapter 111: Six Hundred Years of Waiting. On the edge of the cliff

of the Extreme Prism Sacred Mountain

, four figures stood against the wind. The cold wind whipped around them, the sharp rocks protruding, making the terrain appear even more rugged and harsh.

“Go, it may be a blessing or a curse.” Though the old man’s face was covered by a long beard, he was full of energy, exuding an air of otherworldly grace.

“Master!” The three men kneeling on the ground cried out in unison, kowtowing three times with a thud. The old man didn’t stop them, calmly looking into the distance, vaguely sensing a strong stench of blood, and shook his head with a sigh.

"On this journey, my cultivation is still shallow, and I cannot predict what will happen. But you must remember to follow your hearts, but do not force things. Going against the will of Heaven is absolutely forbidden." The old man slowly and earnestly admonished them, his gaze piercing as he looked at his three disciples, whom he had always been proud of.

"Yes!"

The old man sighed again. If it weren't for their strange destiny, if they hadn't cultivated, they would have been destined not to live past twenty. Their parents would never have sent them to the Sacred Mountain of Extreme Prism from the day after their birth. Everyone knew that this was a place for cultivation, where one could prolong life by purifying one's heart and reducing desires, but even that could not defy fate. Now they had been on the Sacred Mountain of Extreme Prism for six hundred years, and they had faced their final tribulation. If they survived this tribulation, they would become immortals; if they couldn't avoid it, they would perish.

He waved his hand, and Chengfeng departed, not looking back at them once more. The usually composed and unassuming sect leader of the Sacred Mountain of Extreme Prism hurried along. If others saw him, they would think they were dreaming. People were saying that nothing in the world could shake the sect leader of Extreme Prism. All living beings have feelings. After all, for the past six hundred years, they had followed him in cultivation since they were infants. It was only natural that there would be some sadness at the separation of master and disciples. Although his seven emotions and six desires had long since faded to the point of being as hard as stone during countless days of cultivation, he still couldn't help but feel sad on the day of parting. Because after this separation, he knew that he and his disciples would never see each other again...

Six hundred years of affection, three pairs of dark eyes flickered slightly, the fleeting sorrow seemed to have never existed. It turned out that they had cultivated to the point of losing their emotions...

They leaped off the cliff, the whistling wind still ringing in their ears. The cold man was the most composed of the three. He spoke first, "Let's head south."

"Boss, should we change our clothes first? We haven't been down the mountain for two hundred years. We don't know what the world is like outside." The devilishly handsome man raised a smile that could topple empires. He elegantly straightened his collar that had been blown open by the wind. His nature of wanting to stir up trouble had not been worn away by the monotonous days of cultivation. It was revealed as soon as he left the Sacred Mountain of Extreme Prism.

"Hmph, you were lucky enough to descend the mountain two hundred years ago, while I haven't seen pork for three hundred and fifty years. I've almost forgotten what a pig looks like." The handsome, sunny man had a slightly childlike face. He gritted his teeth and glared at his two brothers. So what if they were born a quarter of an hour earlier? What's with the arrogance? Why is he always the last to speak?

Their cultivation levels were already the highest in the Extreme Prism Sacred Mountain besides the sect leader. They had long since "abstained from grains," so food was dispensable to them. Their fellow disciples on the mountain were the same, saving time for cultivation by not eating.

They were either cold, refined, or straightforward, always wearing a cold mask to outsiders. Even their parents, whom they hadn't known since birth, were sent to the Extreme Prism Sacred Mountain before they could develop any relationship with them. They had only met them briefly a few times afterward, never spent any time together, and had no feelings for them. Now, their memories of their parents were blurred, or rather, they hadn't cared about them at all. Yet, when facing his brothers, he couldn't shake the bond of fraternal affection. Besides, they were triplets, their hearts connected; they understood each other's thoughts without needing to communicate.

"Third brother, go check that pool; it's up there." Driven by his demonic nature, the handsome man followed the cold-blooded man's footsteps, his mood quite cheerful. Although this trip might not be enough to overcome the tribulation and he might even perish, he felt he had lived enough for so many years. Living too long was meaningless; for them, such a boring life was better off ending early.

"No need, if you like looking at pigs, go look in the mirror yourself." His eyes flashed, and he pointed down, "The market!"

The cold-blooded man tossed each of them a piece of something resembling mucus, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just wear it!"

The devilishly handsome man was somewhat displeased, narcissistically touching his face, yelling, "All you do is be jealous of other people's beauty! Last time I went out, I had to wear this too, to make the girls faint a few times—it

's good for their health!" The third brother gave him a disdainful look; he'd never seen anyone so shameless. What was there to be proud of about being more beautiful than a woman?

They deliberately found the busiest inn to sit in, making it easier to gather information from all sides.

Sure enough, the gossip around them was incessant. Even men were gossiping to this extent; they could all hear each other's inner thoughts, yet they were helpless, trying their best to extract the information they wanted from the gossip.

"Alas, what a pity! We're so far away from Medicine Valley, otherwise we'd go see just how magnificent that number one wedding banquet in the world is. It's even more grand and lavish than an emperor's investiture of an empress! The Valley Master of Medicine Valley is truly amazing."

"Yes, yes, isn't he afraid of getting beheaded!" The man lowered his voice and continued, "It overshadows the emperor."

"I heard it's a thousand-mile-long banquet! What extravagance!"

"We're too far away, otherwise we could enjoy this treatment too."

"Seriously, this Young Master Leng hasn't shown his face yet, and we don't even know who the bride is. It's really intriguing."

...

They listened for another hour, and the conversation almost entirely revolved around the wedding of the mysterious Valley Master of the First Medicine Valley in two days. Occasionally, they'd intersperse some trivial matters of the martial arts world, including the occasional disappearances in the border towns, but the fear was overshadowed by the joy of the wedding. Every few sentences, they'd circle back to this topic, seemingly never tiring of it.

The mysterious wedding banquet made their hearts skip a beat. They looked at each other, seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

It was indeed the south; their guess was correct. The answer was almost palpable in their hearts, and a strong sense of belonging arose spontaneously, tinged with anticipation, inexplicable excitement, and an inability to conceal their joy.

Was the wedding only two days away? For some reason, they felt a strange aversion to this extravagant wedding banquet. A voice inside them told them that they would regret it if they didn't stop it.

Stop it? If they could travel by sword, they could reach the south in half a day.

Destiny, the destiny they had waited for for six hundred years had finally arrived…

What was it? Was it worth ending their lives…?

Meanwhile, the bride of this grand wedding sat quietly on a stone bench, her face blank. At her feet, a fiery red lion lay lazily beside her, its large head resting against her calf, occasionally nuzzling her.

Not far from them, a maid lay unconscious.

This month, A Leng had been going out every few days, and each time he returned, his mood seemed much better, less capricious. Sensing this change in him, she felt uneasy. But her anxieties gradually faded with the companionship of the Fire Lion. It would always sneak in to keep her company when Ah Leng wasn't around, lying quietly and at her beck and call. Having never owned a pet before, she found it very amusing. It seemed that touching that warm fur wasn't so scary after all, especially since it was such a magical lion that it would do anything she asked. It would even make her depressed mood melt away.

Except for one thing, it would be better if it didn't look at her with that strange gaze. Every time she met its eyes, she wanted to look away. Was that the gaze of a wild beast? It was too eerie... It seemed, it seemed to be telling of human emotions... "I really want to eat shrimp!" Dongfang Zuozuo complained, puffing out her protruding belly. "Hey! You knocked out my maid, so go and prepare some for me!" She kicked the sturdy lion's belly a few times, expecting to see the suppressed anger in its eyes, but she was no longer afraid of it, because every time she provoked it, it only made a show of force and wouldn't hurt her.

The lion narrowed its eyes, looking at the increasingly audacious woman in front of it, and thought to itself, she's not afraid of it anymore, good, but is this arrogance a good thing or a bad thing? Won't she climb all over it in the future? Thinking this, it stood up, its massive body suddenly enveloping the pregnant woman sitting on the rattan chair, blocking out the sunlight. In the shadow, its furry lion head looked somewhat frightening, and its wild beast eyes were not very clear.

"Don't block my sunbathing," she muttered, the bewilderment on her face finally fading somewhat, replaced by weariness. But she resisted falling asleep; she desperately wanted to eat.

The lion bared its fangs, seemingly understanding this woman's lazy nature.

"I want to eat! I want to eat!" she plucked its whiskers, ignoring its furious outburst. When her appetite struck, her childlike instincts kicked in.

The lion circled her helplessly a few times, a hint of indulgence flashing in its blood-red eyes, before finally stepping aside to prepare food for her.

The woman, always the victor, lost her smile as the lion turned away, watching the direction it disappeared with a complex and inexplicable expression. Her eyes, clear and cold, held a depth that no one knew what she was thinking.

Slowly rising from the wicker chair, she walked to the clear lake, gazing at the calm water, at her reflection.

This was her, yet not her.

Pregnancy had made her more voluptuous, adding a touch of alluring charm that made the cold king even more infatuated. When he was around, he would often relentlessly demand her, whispering in her ear, "Having you is the best thing I've ever done, you little devil! What should I do? I feel like... I can't let go. I'd rather die than lose you..."

Was that it? But her entanglement with them was the only thing she regretted in her life.

A bitter smile appeared on her lips, and she sighed softly. Two days later, they would hold their formal wedding ceremony, becoming husband and wife. Was she really ready? To marry someone while her brothers were still missing? To marry this murderer?

She didn't know. She could never stop A Leng's decisions. Just like... just like her brother's death...

Dongfang Zuozuo lightly drew ripples on the water's surface, her playful fingertips skimming the surface like dragonflies, outlining hazy patterns.

In the middle of the night, she woke up in a cold sweat.

Hugging herself, she huddled in the corner of the bed, trembling. She dreamt again, that same nightmare, her brothers covered in blood…

Tears soaked her pillow, her face streaked with tears.

The lonely moonlight shone on the lonely figure, her pitiful eyes captivating the hearts of the three uninvited guests outside the window.

Chapter 112 I knew it was you, Barbarian

Master. It turns out our final tribulation was a tribulation of love.

Even with their usually calm hearts, they couldn't deny that when they looked into those shimmering eyes, the intense throbbing was the heartbeat they had waited six hundred years for. Six hundred years of waiting, just for one glance from her…

Moved, they acted on their feelings, lightly leaping from the windowsill and nimbly entering the room. At that moment, they had forgotten the so-called "rudeness to a beautiful woman" and "the difference between men and women," only wanting to shelter her under their wings, to protect her from any harm.

Hearing a strange sound, Dongfang Zuozuo looked up—her eyes widened in disbelief, unwilling to blink, afraid it was all a dream. She choked back tears, trembling, unable to calm down.

It was midnight, the insects chirped softly, the moon was hazy, but the familiar scent, the countless times they had slept together in the darkness, made her easily recognize them.

"Brother!"

She stumbled out of bed, but retreated the moment she approached them. What if, what if this was just a dream, shattering at the slightest touch? No, she didn't want that.

Separated by a table, she could only hear her own sobs, soft whimpers. She dared not speak, afraid to shatter the beautiful silence.

Dongfang Chi saw the same confusion in his younger brother's eyes. What did she call them?

"Miss, have we met before?" Dongfang Lang couldn't help but ask first. This woman… the way she looked at them was strange, and heartbreaking.

Dongfang Huang, however, was now more alert. He tugged at Dongfang Lang's sleeve, rolling his eyes inwardly. What kind of question was his second brother asking? If he didn't know her, what was he doing sneaking into a young lady's room in the middle of the night? This was the first time in her life she'd ever been a peeping tom, and she'd done it so brazenly.

Dongfang Zuozuo's body stiffened, her eyes wide, as she groped for a lamp in the darkness. Now, finally, she could see their faces… those three faces she could draw with her eyes closed, faces she'd touched countless times… and they said they didn't recognize her?

"Second brother, don't… joke with me… I can't take it, really, I'm going crazy missing you all…" She clutched her head, unsure if she was talking to herself or someone else.

Her wounded expression was unmistakable, leaving the three men bewildered. If they'd seen her before, they couldn't possibly forget.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, she abruptly stood up, looking at their long hair, the kind only found in ancient times, more than half tied up with a wooden hairpin, their flowing robes adding to their dashing appearance.

Not… her brother?

The double blow, the extreme highs and lows of emotion, made her feel dizzy and the thin air around her suffocating. This weight was unbearable. It was just a dream, just a dream...

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" A pair of large hands caught her swaying body. The concerned tone and the unforgettable warmth of the embrace made her burst into tears.

"You're lying to me! Liar, liar! You're clearly my older brother, you're my older brother..." She clutched his clothes, as if afraid he would run away. She sniffed and started throwing a tantrum again, "You think I won't recognize you just because you changed your clothes? You think I won't recognize you just because you have long hair? You bad guy! You bad guy! How long are you going to keep lying to me? Haven't I cried enough? Don't leave me! How could you just walk away? How could you abandon me? No, no!"

Dongfang Chi looked at the little woman scratching and clawing in his arms with complicated emotions. Hearing her heart-wrenching accusations, he began to feel a pang of heartache, even though the person she was talking about wasn't him.

After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and gently stroked her hair. Dongfang Zuozuo narrowed her eyes, seemingly enjoying it and quite familiar with it. She hugged his waist and rubbed against his chest. This embrace she so longed for was back with her...

She believed they were her brothers, deeply believed it. If not, then why were they both appearing before her at the same time? Why did she still possess the same warm aura as her brothers…?

The other two hands, which had been extended halfway, froze in mid-air, hesitantly withdrawing. When had their leader become so enthusiastic? And why were they themselves so bewildered? As if bewitched, they reached out their hands to her.

However… it was just… brothers… Why did that title make them feel uncomfortable…? The atmosphere was a little strange. The three uninvited guests awkwardly allowed the only woman in the room to “take advantage” of them, touching and pinching this and that, as if trying to determine if it was a hallucination. Having always lived a life of celibacy like monks, and never having been in contact with women before, they blushed. Even Dongfang Lang, whose skin was thick enough to withstand bullets, was “tortured” by her, his devilish face flushing red—a truly miraculous sight!

She was certain they were her brothers; the familiar feeling was unmistakable. But something seemed missing, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Yet—it was different. The difference was that they didn't remember her… The unfamiliarity in their eyes wasn't feigned; they possessed an ethereal quality that her brothers lacked, a transcendent, otherworldly aura. A

silent sorrow permeated the air, tinged with a sense of relief. If her brothers were alive, even if they didn't remember her, it… wouldn't matter… They really didn't mind? Then why the bitterness in her heart?

She smiled weakly, pushing away Dongfang Chi's embrace. She dared not linger, afraid she would never be able to let go again. The sudden emptiness sent a chill through Dongfang Chi's heart, and he withdrew his hands without a change in expression.

She quickly wiped away her tears, poured herself a glass of water, and as she drank, tears suddenly streamed down her face like pearls falling from a broken string. The salty tears made the water taste salty, and the tears kept flowing uncontrollably. She turned her face away, forcing back sobs, and said, "I'm sorry for making you laugh at me."

Why! Why don't they remember her! When her brothers were here, if she wanted water in the middle of the night, they would always heat it up for her before letting her drink it. Afraid that her feet would get cold, they would scare her into pulling her playful feet back, then pat her head affectionately and go to the kitchen to get it for her themselves. Not like this, getting up in the middle of the night to find a cold, empty seat beside her, their indifferent coldness...

The tears rolled down her cheeks, showing no sign of stopping. Everything before her eyes was shrouded in a thick mist, making her unable to see reality, filling her with panic... Were her brothers going to disappear again? She couldn't see! She couldn't see their faces! Damn tears!

"Don't go, brother... don't disappear again..." She frantically rushed towards them, her small hands unable to encircle their three tall bodies. Unable to feel their presence, she was desperate and at a loss. "Hold me! Brother, hold me, okay? Don't go..."

Even if they didn't remember her, she couldn't treat them as strangers! She could never pretend not to know them...

The three men's faces were somewhat grim, the reason for which was unspoken, for at this moment they felt a possessive desire for her, sensing the intense longing in each other's hearts. Seeing her pour herself a glass of cold water and drink it, they had felt an urge to snatch it away, but they were still strangers, so they had to suppress that inappropriate impulse.

They formed a circle around her, trapping her inside, embracing each other. The warmth of their four bodies connected, a jolt like an electric current flowing through their bodies from the point of contact. How many times had they held her like this before? This familiar scene felt like a dream.

It was Dongfang Chi who regained his composure first. He gently pushed her away, his gaze extremely complex. He both hoped he was the brother she longed for, and didn't want to be just her brother. "We are disciples of the Jiling Sacred Mountain, and we have been cultivating there for six hundred years. The reason we came down the mountain is because of the destiny our master spoke of. I don't know if the person we are waiting for is you. My name is Dongfang Chi, and these are my twin brothers, Dongfang Lang and Dongfang Huang. Please forgive our intrusion tonight."

Dongfang Zuozuo was even more confused. The same name, the same appearance, but—six hundred years? They...have lived for six hundred years? In this time and space? Aren't they her brothers? How could this be?! She couldn't be mistaken! If they hadn't mentioned those six hundred years, she was almost certain they were her brothers!

Why was that? This wasn't a coincidence, and they weren't lying, but—even she herself couldn't explain the intricate connections between them. An inexplicable pull made her believe even more strongly that there was an unbreakable bond between them, and she was certain that she was the one their master spoke of—the destiny. In short, she would definitely figure it out!

Her lowered eyelids cast deep shadows on her face, a fog of mystery shrouding them, an unsolvable enigma.

She pondered for a moment, then suddenly her gaze shifted to the lion that had been ignored. Its behavior was so strange; normally, it would either run away or knock out any strangers who approached. But tonight, the usually carefree lion was acting strangely. Not only did it not stop them, it even allowed them to take advantage of her. Normally, it was extremely possessive; only she could be affectionate with it, and it would seek revenge if anyone else even glanced at it.

"Who are you?"

the lion asked condescendingly, coldly, completely lacking its usual casual and affectionate attitude. The lion's eyes dimmed instantly. It shook its fur, straightened its massive body, and raised its enormous head, almost level with hers.

The three men in the room remained motionless. From the beginning, they had noticed the highly spiritual lion, and—they knew it wasn't a beast, but a highly cultivated deity in disguise, its cultivation far beyond their reach. They were initially quite surprised that such a powerful and mysterious being possessed in this place, with no murderous aura emanating from it, seemingly protecting the woman beside it—a powerful and enigmatic guardian.

She was too close; she could almost feel the heat emanating from its nostrils. Involuntarily, she took two steps back, but the lion followed with a large step forward, pinning her against the edge of the table.

"Enough!" she shouted angrily, forcefully pushing away its massive head. Moonlight shone on her cool, aloof profile, obscuring her true emotions.

The lion roared, remaining rooted to the spot, neither pressing her nor yielding. Its powerful, beastly eyes seemed to pierce her heart, sharp and fervent, its naked love no longer concealed.

"Go. You don't need to come back." Her heart suddenly clenched. The joy it had brought her these past few days couldn't be ignored, could it? But—she couldn't accept "it" so readily after the truth was revealed. Why ask that question? She had already known, hadn't she?

The lion froze, its massive body stiff, its wide eyes filled with disbelief and burning rage.

It was about to step forward when she stopped it with her small hand, which held it back from afar.

Dongfang Zuozuo closed her eyes, her ethereal voice seeming to come from a distant sky, "Why deceive yourself? Thank you for this past month."

A closer look would reveal tension in the lion's eyes.

"I knew it was you, barbarian."

Boom!

All illusions shattered, its last hope ending with that "barbarian." In an instant, its massive, mountain-like body collapsed to the ground, as if it had lost all support in a flash.

She knew.

She had always known.

His master found him and told him he was wrong, his method was wrong, and sighed, telling him to go and observe human love.

He didn't understand, but he carefully pondered his master's words, wandering among humans for a long time before realizing that he loved that woman. So, he tried. He tried so hard to change himself, even setting aside his dignity to learn about love from humans, learning how to be kind to someone, learning how to love. He even fantasized about using indirect methods to gradually erase her hatred for him and change her opinion of him. After all, it took him so long to realize that what he had done to her was wrong, and he wanted to make amends. And his master, disregarding the strong opposition from the two men, gave him this opportunity, allowing him to come to her side and protect her.

Now, is there no chance? Is he out of the game? No, or rather, in her heart, he was never even in the game? He

longed to transform into human form, hold her in his arms, and ask her why it still didn't work, but here, he couldn't harm her. If he used magic, the Cold King would detect his presence; he could only hide his whereabouts and transform into the aura of a wild beast.

Dongfang Zuozuo didn't understand what it was saying, but that mournful lion's roar seemed to be etched into her heart, so deep, so sorrowful, that even the air seemed to be weeping.

Perhaps she was truly too lonely; she had actually allowed the Fire King to linger around her, truly treating him like a wild beast, toying with him, pretending not to notice, indulging herself and him heartlessly. Now, everything was clear; she didn't want to look at him again.

It lingered, refusing to leave, staring intently at her. The three men didn't leave either, because she was pulling them aside to talk about their past, insisting they were her brothers.

In the room, the lamp slowly dimmed, and dawn broke. In this early summer, layers of mist blurred the view outside the window. She continued talking intermittently, unable to stop. When she got thirsty, they handed her a cup of heated water; this familiar intimacy almost brought her to tears again.

It wasn't until the first ray of sunlight shone in that she suddenly realized the enormity of her mistake!

She jumped up, forgetting her pregnant status, her eyes wide with terror, her mouth agape. She rushed to the door.

"Quick, you all have to go! He's coming back!"

Chapter 113 Eternal Sleep?

Perhaps it was a destined encounter; on such a sudden morning, no one could leave.

Everyone is destined... to be hurt... She stumbled into the arms of the man who had been standing outside the door for who knows how long. His cold chest and dew-kissed hair silently told her the cruel truth—this man had spent the entire night in the chilly fog, and had listened to her true feelings all night. What, then, had kept him from rushing in immediately, so domineering and arrogant? To see her heart clearly.

The white fog dissipated slowly, blurring her vision. His silver eyes were even more indistinct in the fog, as if he had merged into the morning mist, untouchable and unfathomable, as light as thin clouds, as deep as a raging sea. Was he emotionless? No, when the heart reaches its peak, if it continues to break through the limits, reaching a certain point, the absence of emotion becomes terrifying.

"So, they are your choice?"

Each word, spoken like a stiff, mechanical voice, devoid of warmth or inflection, sent a chill down her spine.

Dongfang Zuozuo took a step back, intimidated by his gaze, but couldn't escape his grasp. His large hand easily pulled her back to his chest. The cold king lowered his head, his forehead gently brushing against hers. His icy breath made her shiver involuntarily. So cold…

No, this shouldn't be! No lovers should interact like this! Even though she had never been in a relationship, she knew that lovers shouldn't have this strange, distorted way of interacting. She had always been cautious in his presence, afraid of making the slightest mistake. She lived in constant fear; she was afraid of him! Often, just a single word or a casual glance from him could plunge her into hell, never to be reborn! All along, she seemed to have been playing the role of the weaker one by his side. She

liked him? Yes, she didn't deny it, but who said that liking someone meant you had to be together? Was it because she liked him that she had to suffer so much, be so exhausted, and sacrifice the life of her most beloved brother at the cost of that? She couldn't go on. She was sorry.

The Cold King stared intently into her flickering eyes, not wanting to miss a single change in her expression. Watching her shift from panic to calm, from anger to determination, as if she had made a decision in her heart, he began to panic.

"You know, you forced me to." For the first time, she fearlessly met his stunned eyes, gently stroking his throbbing temples, her breath sweet as orchids. "I like you. Maybe you've been in my heart since the first moment I saw you. If our meeting had been more ordinary, if there hadn't been so many obstacles between us, if so many things hadn't happened that turned the possible into the impossible, we would be the happiest couple."

She smiled, looking into his bright silver eyes, but had to be cruel. "Your love is too forceful. Every action, every word is a command. You want to imprison not only me, but also my thoughts and my heart! To achieve your goals, you'll stop at nothing, even hurting those around me, hurting those I care about, and—you don't think you're wrong. You did such unforgivable things, yet you act as if it's perfectly justified. Do you know, that's how my heart turned cold."

She let him squeeze her hand until it hurt, without uttering a sound, and continued, "From the very beginning, I never..." I have to choose. Damn fate, or maybe it's just my own bad luck, toying with me like a broken doll, utterly ruined, twisted, and filthy! On the wheel of fate, I'm pointed at one of you without any control over who it leads to. Ha! Did anyone ask me if I wanted to? Did anyone even consider my wishes? I admit, I approached you with an ulterior motive from the start. I provoked you; it was my fault. It's too late to complain now; I have to move on with my life. And then you suddenly appeared, arbitrarily taking me. I'm not angry, because... "I owe you, and I must repay that debt. But—you shouldn't have cruelly taken my brother's life! I'll repay my own debt! What I owe you shouldn't have cost me my brothers' lives! Besides, you show no remorse! Did you even ask me if I forgive you? What right do you have to do this? You're so selfish and cold-blooded! Do you know how much I hate you! I hate you so much that I've been struggling to take your child away, so you'll never find us!"

She screamed hysterically, her fists clenched tightly, the fine veins on her fair hands barely visible.

All the men in the room remained silent, including the Creator God and the Thunder King and Cloud King, who had also arrived at Medicine Valley at some point. Their faces were like a palette of colors, shifting and changing, but certainly not handsome.

"It's your business who you like me, and it's my business who I like. It's my right to choose whomever I want! What right do you have to interfere! Ah Leng, you're so selfish. You've never said you love me, yet you've taken so much from me. Just because you want me, you think you can act so recklessly? I know you want to use the child to bind me, but you're wrong. The child's father isn't necessarily you."

"You dare!"

The tense standoff was palpable. A thin layer of frost seemed to cover Leng Wang's sinister face, chilling him to the bone.

"Heh, I shouldn't have had any expectations of you. You're completely unrepentant! Look at you, still the same. I know you want to kill your brother again, don't you?" Dongfang Zuozuo looked at his violent rage with sorrow. "Ah Leng, believe me, if you do that, I'll fight to the death."

He didn't believe it! He didn't believe it!

This woman clearly loved him, how could she treat him like this?

Leng Wang's gloomy gaze made it impossible to see his thoughts, but the dangerous aura emanating from him already indicated what he wanted to do. However, he forgot that, given her temperament, she truly preferred to shatter like jade rather than survive like a broken tile.

So, after he subtly blocked her view, Dongfang Zuozuo closed her eyes in despair. She buried her face in his chest, gently inhaling the familiar, faint fragrance emanating from him, her smile bitter.

Ah Leng, Ah Leng, her man… If he really stopped because of what she had just said, then he wouldn't be himself.

Perhaps he truly needed to weather storms before he could learn how to love someone, how to be his woman and how happy he would be. Unfortunately, the one who could enjoy his tenderness was no longer her, because she was about to become a sacrifice in creating the perfect man, Ah Leng…

Perhaps it was because of the sorrow and despair in her heart that the sadness emanating from her was so intense, and the long-dormant control over her heart activated its effects at this moment.

Its owner's intense, suicidal will transmitted to every cell in her body, spreading rapidly...

At this moment, the child in her womb seemed to sense her sorrow. The tiny creature playfully kicked her belly. The five-month-old fetus, which had been motionless for so long, suddenly made a move that shocked her. It was this moment of joy that made her hesitate; she couldn't bring herself to do it. She could be cruel to herself, but she couldn't be heartless to her own flesh and blood.

But—it was all too late.

While the Cold King was still stunned by the soft body that had suddenly fallen into his arms, the cruel visual impact was about to crush him!

He was holding a body that seemed boneless, as if it would melt at the slightest touch, still expanding like water, gradually seemingly about to run aground in his hands...

"No—!"

This heart-wrenching scream came from an unknown direction, perhaps a shared cry of grief and rage from the seven men present. The raging beast had completely lost its mind.

Why! Why did this happen?!

How could this be?!

Leng Wang's mind was a jumbled mess, blank for the first time in his life, unable to think. He only knew that this tragedy had occurred; he didn't even know how she had done it. He couldn't stop her in time, nor did he expect her to be so resolute. She had actually... attempted to exchange her own life for the lives of those men!

"Child..." At this moment, she looked up at the seven handsome faces, each with its own unique charm, and smiled gently, radiating a maternal aura. Her beautiful eyes were filled with guilt and deep sorrow. "He... kicked me..."

Before she could see their reaction, Dongfang Zuozuo felt her body become unlike her own, growing softer and colder... And she, relieved yet filled with guilt, was forever lost in her own world. She felt relieved because she knew her brothers would be alright; guilt arose for her unborn child. She was sorry; between her child and her brothers, she had chosen her brothers… If there were an afterlife, she would make it up to him…

Her world was at peace, but the world of others was driven mad by her slumber.

The gods could not describe the scene they witnessed. They simply could not believe that the men now weeping were their usually cold-blooded leaders. A light rain began to fall, and upon closer listening, it seemed as if the raindrops themselves were sobbing softly, for the woman's death, for the tragic love of eight people, for the mad passion of seven men.

The tear-stained rain fell incessantly…

The four men desperately channeled their divine energy into her body, but her body seemed like a bottomless pit, impossible to fill, and the channeled divine energy vanished like rainwater into the sea.

Cool and warm liquid streamed down her face. They couldn't believe it! Was there anything in this world they couldn't do? Was there anyone they couldn't save?

Why…

they could save the world, yet couldn't save the woman they loved! What use was such immense power? What was the point of being a leader? It couldn't compare to the carefree joy of living with her in the mortal world…

The Creator God recovered from his shock. He had been astonished by the girl's constitution; he hadn't expected her to possess the same mind-control abilities as the four of them. He figured she wouldn't have unleashed this latent power unless she was pushed to the limit. Looking further down, the Creator God thought the world had gone mad! Otherwise, how could he see his "sons" crying? Otherwise, how could he see several foolish men, knowing it was futile, still generously pouring their divine essence into the girl's body? After all, that divine essence had undergone a long period of cultivation; how much of their cultivation must have been expended!

"Concern leads to confusion! Get out of my way!"

Seeing the boys staring blankly at him without moving, the Creator God grew impatient. He grabbed one in each hand and threw them far away, muttering, "How did you all turn into such fools? I've been hoping to get you out of the Divine Prison by any means necessary. These past years have been so annoying! If something really happens to this girl, a whole bunch of trivial matters from the Divine Realm will bother me."

The Creator Elder held Dongfang Zuozuo still, drew a pattern on her forehead, then frowned, looking at the sleeping girl with deep worry. How could this be?

"What's wrong?" Several men rushed forward, almost grabbing the Creator God's collar.

"The only way to save the girl is to draw out the latent mind control power within her. She's in danger because of this, so it should be resolved here as well. However, this is her only path to cultivation. If her mind control is drawn out, although she will be no different from a god, she will never be able to cultivate any magic again. She will possess eternal life, but will be like a mortal, equivalent to a useless god."

The Creator Elder looked at Dongfang Zuozuo with regret, thinking that another promising talent had been discovered.

"Also, I must remind you, whoever helps the girl draw out the mind control will also lose their own power, and will have to pay a far greater price—perhaps—death."

The old man paused, then continued, "The girl doesn't have much time left. Who among you will do it?"

"I will!"

Four men stepped forward simultaneously, glaring at each other, unwilling to back down an inch.

"Yaoyao is my wife, so I won't trouble you all." Leng Wang was the first to kneel down and take her hand.

"Hmph, don't forget your place. Once the celestial energy in my little darling clashes with the demonic energy within you, gods and demons are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. If you insist on doing this, there's only one outcome for you—death." King Yun felt he was being very kind. Why was he reminding her at this moment? Wouldn't it be better if he died, eliminating such a threatening rival? But he just couldn't bear to see his little darling heartbroken.

"No need for your concern, I'm willing." He gazed longingly at her sleeping face, wishing he could keep looking at her like this forever.

"King Leng, your willingness is your own business, but I'm not! She's my woman, I can save her if I want, and that's none of your business!" King Huo lazily glanced at the man he had always disliked. Everyone knew their tempers clashed.

Lei Wang held her other hand, gently stroking it. Without looking up, he stated calmly, "Are you sure you want to disappear from her life forever? Are you sure you want to give up the chance to have her? Are you sure you want to leave her with us? You know, your death will only benefit us. With a child, she will never commit suicide for love. We will always be by her side. Guess, maybe a year, ten years, or a hundred years before she accepts us? You know, even a thousand or ten thousand years, we will wait. In other words, she will never be yours."

Leng Wang slapped his hand away, pulling her tightly into his arms. He was in pain, conflicted… He

didn't want her to die! Nor did he want her to have affairs with other men! But if he died, as Lei Wang said, she would accept them; it was only a matter of time. However, even if he didn't die, if she accepted their help, wouldn't she compromise on any of their demands from then on? She would feel indebted to them! The result would be the same!

"Get out of here!"

He would save his woman himself!

The Cold King roared fiercely, like a trapped beast struggling for its life, howling sadly at the sky. "Little fairy, you've won! In the end, you've won this gamble..."

He lost utterly, but willingly! Even if he lost everything in the end, he still chose to compromise.

He couldn't bear to part with her, but he had to leave her, so beautiful, to another man. He would make amends for his mistakes himself; he would save his woman himself! He wouldn't accept a single act of charity! He wouldn't accept a single bit of help from anyone!

He pressed his ear to hers, tears streaming down his face.

"I thought you knew everything, so I never said those three words to you. Do you want to hear them? I'll say them to you as many times as you want: I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you..."

The demon's tears were made of snow.

Every tear he shed attracted a flurry of snowflakes, rain mingling with the snow, falling heavily in this space and time. This strange sight shocked everyone. Because no one would have imagined that the devil's tears could be so pure and flawless, so clean as to be almost transparent.

"You know, I really want a next life, I want you to wait for me, but, hehe, devils don't have a next life. So I can daydream too."

His cold, thin lips lightly touched her earlobe, and he clasped her hands together, slowly drawing the power from her body.

"I never knew you hated me so much, so heartless as to disregard your own flesh and blood. Why? Why would you choose those other men instead of my child? My heart aches so much, do you know that…"

His eyes were bloodshot, his anger raging within him, the conflict intense, his eyes no longer their original color, burning ever brighter.

"I never regret what I've done. If I could do it all over again, I would still take you away, and then, I would guard you. I would be your jailer." His

vision blurred, he could barely make out her small face. His body ached terribly, but seeing her gradually regaining its color and her body warming up, he felt so happy… yet so heartbroken… because—

"I'm sorry, I'm going to disappear, without a soul, without an afterlife…"

Thankfully, he hadn't left nothing behind. Within her body lay his mark—the only child he had left her.

Leng Wang's body gradually became transparent, but he didn't disappear as he claimed. Perhaps he was too focused on his own world, or perhaps the rapidly draining strength left him disoriented; he didn't even notice the three men who had silently wrapped themselves around her.

As time passed, Dongfang Zuozuo finally returned to normal. She opened her eyes, trembling slightly, feeling cold liquid fall on her face and body, chilling her to the bone.

So tired, as if she had slept a long, deep sleep. In her dream, A Leng had spoken to her in broken sentences, but she couldn't remember or understand anything. As

her memories gradually returned, she suddenly opened her eyes wide. She… wasn't she dead?

She tried to jump up, but found her hands and feet seemingly bound. Looking down in confusion, she saw four tall figures wrapped around her limbs, their once towering bodies now curled up on her, their expressions...so content... Turning her head, to her left was the Cold King's sharply defined face, peacefully asleep.

To her right was the Thunder King, his lips slightly upturned, smiling, seemingly satisfied for some unknown reason.

To her lower left, the Cloud King's handsome face was as gentle as ever, warm and smooth as jade, completely devoid of his usual sinister charm.

To her lower right, the Fire King's thick eyebrows were raised, even in his sleep he exuded arrogance.

But why were they sleeping beside her?

Her question was quickly answered. The Creator God looked down at them, sighed softly, and did something—she felt the four iron arms finally release her, and she was lifted up by an invisible force.

The story unfolded slowly from the Creator's lips, and she listened quietly.

Until her long-dried tears streamed down her cheeks again, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

It turned out they really were her brothers, yet not her brothers; they were her brothers' past lives…

Their broken souls, destined not to live past twenty and forced to cultivate the Tao, had been waiting for the missing wisp of life soul that might appear—the surviving souls of her brothers from the 21st century. The Thunder King, the Cloud King, and the Creator had been searching the world for their brothers' wandering soul, while the Fire King remained in this time and space to protect her, waiting for the Creator God's arrival.

Just now, seeing the change in her condition and sensing her weakening breath, her brothers' souls were nearly collapsing from the shock. Their remaining life souls couldn't withstand such a shock and were very weak. The Creator God had to immediately and carefully place the three wisps of soul back into their rightful bodies. Now, it could be said that their souls and bodies were truly united.

Her brothers were struggling to adapt to their new bodies and accept the memories that should belong to them, including their six-hundred-year cultivation journey. Their souls had been empty for six hundred years, and fusion would take time. Once her brothers awoke, they would be the brothers she knew. Perhaps, even in their past lives, they didn't want to forget her; all they were waiting for were those memories of her… Their empty souls would only be complete after receiving the memories related to her… Why did her brothers always leave her so bewildered, making her feel so indebted? Thinking of them, she felt nothing compared to their kindness towards her.

And those four men who had fallen into slumber because of her caused her pain.

They had put themselves in such a predicament to save her… perhaps into eternal slumber… She was bewildered, helpless, terrified, moved, guilty, and heartbroken…

Waves of pain throbbed in her heart. Dongfang Zuozuo knelt before them, head bowed, stroking her stomach, speechless.

“I’m sorry…” Overnight, her heart had aged considerably. Kneeling before them, she forced a smile, her voice hoarse from crying for so long.

"I was wrong..." she sighed deeply, gazing wistfully into the distance. The drizzle had stopped, the swirling snowflakes had ceased, and her gaze made it seem as if she, so close, was worlds away.

"I shouldn't have threatened you with death. I shouldn't have been so childish and impulsive."

"But, A-Leng, I truly don't regret it. Did you hear that? The old man said that after this great calamity, the demonic energy clash has neutralized it. You're no longer a demon; you're still that high and mighty god… If you could wake up…"

"Thunder King, how could you be so impulsive? So domineering of you, how could you bear to abandon me? It's so unlike you… But thank you. Without you, my brother's soul would be wandering somewhere, and A-Leng wouldn't still be here beside me, intact."

"Cloud King, ha, Brother Cloud, you're such a bastard! You tricked me into leaving like this back then, and now you're lying to me again, aren't you? How could you, so wicked, help my brother and A-Leng…"

"Barbarian, I… forgive you…"

"Hehe, it's all my fault. Why were you all so foolish? It's not worth it at all for a woman like me! It's not worth it... I'm so selfish, so cold-blooded, I don't even have the gentleness a woman should have. I've never dared to believe that you truly love me. After all, besides this face you gave me, I really have no redeeming qualities. I feel like you're just playing with me."

Dongfang Zuozuo touched her face, her tears just dried.

"Why are you still sleeping? If you're all asleep, I'll feel so tired too."

The mist was heavy, from day to night, it never dissipated.

From beginning to end, the Creator God stood aside, hands behind his back, silently looking away, unable to bear the sight. The gods who had come to exorcise the demons hadn't expected such an ending, and they looked at each other in bewilderment. The Creator God dismissed them, leaving those poor children a quiet space.

Thinking about it, although this was fate, he had also been largely responsible for it, so he felt guilty and ashamed, and dared not utter a word.

"Old man, I'm so tired..." she murmured, gently leaning against Leng Wang's arm, which was still embracing her. She glanced at her brother not far away, and finally closed her eyes. "Take me home, brother... You've been wandering for so long, and when you wake up, you'll definitely want to see our home the most..."

"And A Leng and the others, I want to stay with them, with my child, forever and ever..."

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