The saint's body slid down dejectedly, but the demon lord no longer had the strength to coax her. His eyelids seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and the voice in his ears gradually faded away.
The Saint was unwilling to accept all this, and she hugged the Demon Lord tightly with her two arms, "You didn't even ask me what I think! I don't accept it!"
"I don't accept that, you hear me?!"
"...You are lying...You are cheating..." The Saint's voice became smaller and smaller, because the Demon Lord would no longer give her any response.
"...You know clearly that I hate people lying the most...Do you want me to hate you? If you don't wake up..."
The saint burst into tears, "I really hate you..."
The cry of a newborn baby was like bamboo shoots breaking through the frozen soil, making the entire training ground and the entire Wushan look brand new.
I don't know when the falling snow stopped. I looked up at the clear sky and couldn't help thinking:
It was probably at this moment that Saint Wushan truly became a human being...
The vitality dissipated, and the Demon Lord's body quickly turned into countless spiritual lights that penetrated into the minds of everyone present. No matter what means they used, they could not prevent the spiritual lights from penetrating into their minds.
Their vision gradually blurred, and their consciousness also became blurred.
It was like a long and cold dream.
After the voices of doubt and uncertainty died down, everyone stood there in a daze, and someone spoke in confusion and shock.
"Master Xuanyuan fought with the Demon Lord...and both perished?!"
Ran Ran was startled and dived into Shen Yanwen's sea of consciousness, only to find that the spiritual light emanating from the Demon Lord's body had also changed his cognition.
It was still the Saint who was in opposition to the seven major sects because of Gu Fan's matter. The difference was that in Shen Yanwen's memory, the Saint did not take action, and the one who took action became the Demon Lord.
The one who fought against Xuan Yuan Zhenren was also the Demon Lord! In the end, both of them were seriously injured... and died together...
The perception of everyone present was changed!
She was the only exception among all the people, probably because she was a soul from another world, and the Saint...
The saint must not forget the cruel reality, otherwise all the efforts made by the devil will be in vain.
This is the last thing the Demon Lord can do for the Saint.
Yes! Even though the Saint Girl has finally grown into a real person, the murders she committed were witnessed by everyone present, especially the death of Xuan Yuan Zhenren. After today, if the news here spreads, it will surely shake the entire Central Continent.
There must be someone who is responsible for Xuan Yuan Zhenren's death... This person should have been the Saint, but the Demon Lord used his last bit of power to steal the truth... What a big chess game...
I'm afraid that when the Demon Lord responded to the summons of Master Xuanyuan, he had already planned everything.
What's more, this game has been played out in his mind thousands of times.
The Saint is definitely not a worry-free child, and the Demon Lord’s plan should have come much earlier than Ranran imagined.
For a long time, the entire martial arts arena was silent. Everyone could not accept that the heads of the two major forces, the Host Alliance and the Demon Realm, had died. For a moment, the only sound on the empty snowy ground was the crying of the Saint.
The crying was so sad and painful.
The first person the saint met in this world was the Demon Lord, and the first person who made her feel heartbroken was also the Demon Lord.
After experiencing these two important moments, the Demon Lord can definitely be regarded as an important person in the Saint's life.
But now this extremely important person has left her just like that, and she doesn't even have the slightest room to retain or change him.
Qin Siyi was stunned. The saint's crying made him feel heartbroken. He had hoped that the saint could become a normal person who understood human nature, but now... he would rather she still looked like she knew nothing. At least...
Wouldn't be so sad.
He squatted beside the Saint with mixed feelings. His blood-stained red robe looked like red flowers scattered on the snow, and his pale face was full of worry for the Saint.
Until this moment, he had never worried about his own safety for a single moment, and his heart and eyes were truly filled with the saint.
Ranran looked at this with great emotion. This was probably the reason why the Demon Lord could leave with peace of mind.
There were already people who loved and cared for the Saint Girl as much as he did, and there were more than one person. If it weren't for Luo Jinghua's golden blood nourishing the Saint Girl, she would have died before the Wushan Formation was activated.
"It has already happened, and we are powerless to change it..." Ran Ran also walked to the side of the Saint, "Your Highness, you should look at the people around you."
"This must be what the Demon Lord wants you to do..."
Ran Ran put his hand on the saint's shoulder and said, "Live a good life."
Hearing Ranran's voice, the saint finally broke free from her grief. When she turned her head to look at Qin Siyi, she found that black blood was still dripping from his fingertips.
Qin Siyi subconsciously wanted to hide his hand, "My broken body may pollute the eyes of His Highness."
The saint's sadness was that she shed tears without any expression. She could clearly make crying sounds, but she was unable to make a crying expression.
So she looked at Qin Siyi with a cold face, which made people see the despair in her eyes.
Ran Ran immediately said it again, "Live a good life."
As a bystander of this world, this is all she can do.
It was not known whether the saint understood Ranran’s profound meaning, but she did sniff and reach out to Qin Siyi.
"Does it hurt?"
These were the first words the saint spoke after the death of her loved ones, and her voice was hoarse from being drowned in pain.
Ranran immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
The saint's reaction was enough to prove that the crucial lesson that the devil had learned at the cost of his life had been successful.
Qin Siyi was stunned, as if he couldn't believe what he heard from the saint.
Those wounds corroded by the evil spirit should have been heart-wrenching, but when the saint wrapped his bony hands with a silk handkerchief with red eyes and an expressionless face, Qin Siyi actually tasted the sweetness of honey in the excruciating pain of his flesh and blood melting.
Just like the winter when he first met His Highness, famine swept across the Great Zhou. He was displaced all the way and finally collapsed in the ice and snow. The people from the Demon Realm picked him up but didn't care whether he lived or died.
In Wushan, he almost froze to death. It was His Highness who dug him out of the snow and warmed his internal organs with a fire lit by his fingertips.
"Find it interesting?"
At that time, he didn't know that this was the method of the legendary immortals. He just looked at the flames in surprise and curiosity, "What a great trick!"
His Highness did not correct his mistake or tell him that it was not a magic trick but a magic. He just looked at him with calm pupils.
"Want to learn?"
He nodded vigorously. As long as he could survive, he would do anything.
Everything that happened afterwards seemed like a beautiful dream.
As long as he is willing, His Highness will tell him everything, teach him everything, and give him everything.
His Highness generously gave him those rare treasures that even the disciples of the aristocratic families and sects could not see.
After spending a long time together, Qin Siyi realized what a lonely little girl his princess was.
She was never generous, she was just too lonely, so lonely that she wanted to give away everything she had as soon as she had a companion.
Qin Siyi knew it very well. The debate about his poor qualifications had never stopped, not just on Wushan Mountain, but they would never know that he was just an unqualified mortal before.
People like him will never be able to embark on the path of monasticism.
However, His Highness would go to great lengths to transform his bones and improve his qualifications just because of the three words "Do you want to learn?"
He was a mortal from the lowest class of the Zhou Dynasty, but because of meeting His Highness, he had a completely different life.
Qin Siyi stared at the Saint in a daze, tears streaming down his face unconsciously. (End of this chapter)
