A human girl is visited by a man from the realm of dragons, fairies, and demons. Her heart is merged with him, the villain Dongfang Qingcang, the most powerful and feared living being in the three realms. He is an emotionless tyrant, the demon king...
Dongfang Qingcang has been torn between two desires lately, but what will he choose? Read and find out.
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"Die, you damsel," a chilling voice rang out.
Lina's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened in sheer horror, and her hand instinctively flew to her chest, where an intense warmth accompanied by scarlet wetness spread rapidly. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest as pain surged through her body, threatening to consume her essence. Staring at the woman who had attacked her, she was overcome with shock and disbelief.
Fear tightened its grip on Lina as the wicked voice continued, filled with malice. "This is what you get for interfering with my husband," the voice hissed with satisfaction. "I've seen you escape the dangers I planned for you, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and finish the job."
Alarm reverberated through Lina's ears, her heart racing like a trapped bird. The realization hit her with a dark revelation—she was face-to-face with the true culprit. "J-Jianmin..." she stammered, her voice trembling, her body slumping to the floor near her assailant, weakened by the vicious attack. Her strength waned, but she summoned the remnants of her resolve to utter one final sentence. "You... you spawn of Satan," she mustered her words in a whisper, a feeble protest against the impending darkness that threatened to consume her.
Jianmin's eyes burned with fury, and her face contorted with rage at Lina's defiance. Her fingers tightened their grip on Lina's collar, pressing into the fabric with force.
Jianmin held the object firmly in her hand, feeling its weight and coolness against her palm. Smoke lazily drifted from the barrel, creating an eerie atmosphere. She blew on it, the wisps of smoke curling around her face, adding to her aura of cold determination. Her eyes grew harder, the fire within extinguished, replaced by a chilling resolve.
"You must be wondering how I got here," Jianmin's voice cut through the tense air, dripping with wickedness that sent shivers down Lina's spine. She moved closer, her face nearing Lina's like a predator closing in on its prey. Her words were filled with taunting cruelty designed to inflict psychological pain. "One day, while Yichen was showering, I took his keys. And you know what I did next? I made a copy of your keys, Lina. You know how people shower, don't you? They become vulnerable. Just like you are now," she sneered.
Despite the struggle to breathe, Lina summoned her remaining strength. Determined, she mustered up saliva and spat defiantly at Jianmin, marking her tormentor. In that fleeting moment, a surge of satisfaction rushed through her weakened body. 'I've always wanted to do that.' Her eyes were on the verge of surrendering to the darkness.
