Wujiang clenched his fists tightly, so it was.

"I thought you saved me because you couldn't bear to see me kill my own child." Wujiang said.

"Like Feng Lan, do you think you can see a compassionate and kind demon king?" Hua Xi sneered coldly.

Can't bear it?

What is there for her to bear?

Wujiang smiled weakly: "Also, I shouldn't think so, for His Majesty the Demon King, compassion and kindness are an insult." ”

She stopped him from killing, but she didn't want him to die with Feng Lan.

But, in fact, this is not to protect him.

She just didn't want to lose him as a useful helper.

Isn't that more sad and painful than letting him kill his own child?

"If you know." Hua Xi turned his head, snorted coldly, and left.

She returned to the dormitory, and the maid served her to take off her long and cumbersome wedding dress and hair accessories, and Hua Xi waved her hand and let them go down.

"Come out."

Hua Xi sat on the couch, took out the god-killing blade, and gently wiped it with a silk handkerchief.

Her eyebrows were lowered, and she didn't seem to be on guard, but everything in the room couldn't escape her control.

"Worthy of the Demon King."

In the corner, Ji Yue's figure slowly walked out of the void, and a faint streamer filled the dormitory, setting off him like a dusty immortal.

It's a pity that he is a demon clan, the ancestor of all demons.

"Your Excellency Ji Yue, you did that thing, right?" Hua Xi asked coldly.

"I don't know what the Demon King is referring to." Ji Yue asked knowingly.

"You and I know it." Hua Xi's tone was cold, "You are doing this just to prevent me from uniting with Wujiang, but even if there is no wedding, he and I already have an unbreakable alliance." ”

"Wujiang is this person, can you be trusted?" Ji Yue asked.

"It has nothing to do with you, does it?" Hua Xi raised his eyes and looked at him with those blood-like eyes, "Ji Yue, to this day, I'm afraid there is nothing to say between you and me." What are you here for? ”

"I'm just trying to see what it's like for you to become a demon king." Ji Yue smiled casually, her green eyes had a natural tenderness in them.

As long as he looks at it, he will feel as if he only has himself in his eyes, so focused, but often heartbreaking.

"Are you satisfied with what you see now?" Hua Xi raised the corners of her lips, and the wiped god-killing blade was raised slightly, and the cold light flickering on it reflected a touch of coldness under her eyes.

Ji Yue was noncommittal and slowly took a step forward.

Hua Xi aimed the god-killing blade at him.

His footsteps stopped.

"If your pact with Boundless is unbreakable, why do you want to marry him?" He asked.

"I don't need to explain my business to anyone." Hua Xi stood up, pointed at him with the god-killing blade, and walked in front of him step by step.

Ji Yue didn't dodge either, and let the god-killing blade against his neck.

That inch of skin is snow-white and crystalline, like fine porcelain, and the slightest flaw will make people regret it for life.

"What a beautiful skin, if I cut it on it, I don't know what will happen?" Hua Xi said with a smile.

"For the demons, doesn't the scars on their bodies represent honor?" Ji Yue looked at her lightly, as if she really didn't care at all.

Hua Xi tilted his head, and then put away the god-killing blade.