"Why are you here?"
Hei Meier merely cast Xiao Chen a cold glance. Her bewitching eyes, alluring to the extreme, were filled with distance, icy chill, and disdain.
After awakening the True Dragon Blood of her ancestral lineage, Hei Meier had become even more beautiful. Her skin was incomparably delicate, fairer than frost and snow. Amid her charm was now a trace of sanctity—demonic yet ethereal. Any ordinary man who saw her from afar would feel inferior.
Xiao Chen froze. He had never expected that Hei Meier, once passionate as fire, who teased him every now and then and had nearly pinned him down in a cave, would now be so cold toward him.
"Young Master, this servant likes you the most."
"Young Master, how about this servant bears you a little dragon?"
The scenes of Hei Meier teasing him remained vivid in his mind. He truly could not connect the woman before him, cold as frost, with that little maid who had once clung to him at every moment, burning with passion.
The two Black Dragon Clan members standing three meters behind Hei Meier were also dumbfounded.
Hadn't they heard—
that the Holy Maiden and the Sword Demon were deeply in love, inseparable in affection, and had nearly conceived a child?
Why was it that when lovers met—
the Holy Maiden was so cold toward the Sword Demon?
"Mei'er, what is wrong with you? Why have you become like this? Do you have some hidden hardship? If you do, tell me! No matter what difficulties you face, I will stand behind you!" Xiao Chen said.
He had always regarded Hei Meier as a friend. Seeing that something was wrong with her now, he wanted to ask why.
A perfectly fine person could not suddenly become like this!
"Hardship? What