"I knew... you killed my father, but... but I couldn't bring myself to hate you... I was a married woman... yet here I was, embracing the man who killed my father before everyone's eyes... I had no face left to go on living... You shouldn't have rejected me back then... I wanted you to never forget me for the rest of your life... to take revenge on you..."
Mu Tianjiao's faint, intermittent voice stopped. The arms hooked around his neck fell limply, tears streaming down them. Her eyes closed, and a satisfied smile still lingered on her face. Blood dyed her crimson lips exceptionally bright and dazzling.
"Why were you so foolish? All this fighting and killing was so we could live well, wasn't it? As long as someone was alive, what couldn't be resolved..." Yue Qianchou closed his eyes and slowly shook his head with force. Then he fiercely pulled Mu Tianjiao's corpse into his arms, pressing his lips hard against her bloodstained lips.
The scene left the Devil Dao heroes standing on guard in the surrounding sky looking at one another, unable to make sense of what act was being played out. The overbearing Great Devil King who had personally captured Mu Tianjiao stood with his arms folded and sneered. "Wu Xiong's wife is rather interesting. I wonder what Wu Xiong will think when he finds out that his own wife put a green hat on his head before everyone's eyes. Yue Qianchou! The Wu father and son have suffered such unparalleled humiliation. I doubt they'll let you off."
Amid a burst of loud laughter, Yue Qianchou withdrew his lips from that kiss between life and death. Looking at Mu Tianjiao's departed face, he smiled faintly. "So being unfaithful and putting on a righteous façade is also a