"Thirty-six disciples were ambushed, yet they managed to hold out until the Immortal Emperor arrived. That seems a little unreasonable. If I were that Demon Emperor, since I had prepared an ambush for the Feather Palace's finest disciples, I would have brought three times the strength needed to ambush you. Even a lion hunting a rabbit must use all its strength, let alone when laying out a strategy that could affect the entire battle." I posed the question.
Meng Xuejun looked at me deeply, then suddenly asked, "If you were that Demon Emperor, why wouldn't you kill me?"
"If it were me? Of course I'd carry you back to the demon cave and make you my cave-suppressing wife!" I laughed. Meng Xuejun was stunningly beautiful, and her bearing was even more irresistible. She was icy-smart, cold, proud, and unrestrained; that expression of hers always made every man develop possessiveness and a fierce urge to claim and control her.
Meng Xuejun couldn't help rolling her eyes at me. She bit her pearly teeth for a while before saying, "Sometimes I even feel that you should be that detestable Demon Emperor!"
I chuckled, then asked, "I guessed right?"
Although Meng Xuejun didn't want me to be right, she still gave a quiet "Mm," then said, "That's right. He killed most of my senior brothers and sisters, treating me like prey in his hands. He chased without killing, surrounded without attacking, trying to force me to submit to him. And precisely because of that, my junior brother, who stayed close to me and moved around my vicinity, indirectly escaped that calamity."
"It sounds like you're unhappy that your junior brother survived," I teased. I hadn't expected Meng Xuejun to knit her brows instead, seemingly with no intention of refuting me. Rather, she changed