"Qian Du."
"Qian Du, where are you?"
Little Fairy's body, the Great Demon King's soul—and that Little Fairy was the woman Li Mu Yang loved, Qian Du.
Seeing Qian Du's pretty face every day filled Li Mu Yang with delight. But whenever he thought of her body being seized by a demon, sorrow welled up again.
He could not beat or scold her, yet had to carefully flatter and plead with the demon, begging it to cherish her as he did and not hurt her. Such a feeling was truly complicated beyond words.
After Li Mu Yang emerged from the maze, he immediately searched everywhere for Qian Du.
High in the air not far away, Qian Du stood with her brows tightly furrowed, staring at the wound on her chest in astonishment.
Blood gushed freely, soaking through and staining her white battle armor crimson.
Clearly, when Li Mu Yang's Fiery Golden Eyes had cleaved through the poisonous fog and shattered the maze, they had also wounded the demon.
What Li Mu Yang found impossible to accept, however, was that the one he had hurt was Qian Du's body. Whether the demon itself had been injured remained unknown.
This feeling was truly stifling!
He wanted to kill the demon and save Qian Du, but the demon was hiding inside Qian Du's body. If he killed the demon, he would certainly kill Qian Du as well.
Yet if he did not want to hurt Qian Du, how could he kill the demon?
"Are you about to advance to a Golden Dragon?" Qian Du's beautiful eyes were filled with wariness as she stared into Li Mu Yang's eyes and asked. The golden color in Li Mu Yang's eyes had faded, once again restoring the normal black pupils of the human race. This state