The Demon God's Helplessness, Meeting Lan Ling'er

"Night-glowing cup filled with grape wine, the night's colors tempt one to drunkenness, the greatest of fates cannot be forced, last night in my dream, a soul-shattering melody..."

The Demon God suddenly looked dazed, her eyes seeming to travel across a thousand years as she sank into a ridiculous yet tragic memory.

"What do you mean?" Bai Xianxian sensed something was wrong and immediately pressed her.

"What do I mean?" The Demon God looked at Bai Xianxian and said angrily, "The Fox Clan... heh... back then, 'Xing' tricked me into giving him my heart, only to suddenly turn on me in a single night, tear me limb from limb, and seal me in different corners of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. He even fabricated an evil lie, claiming I was a forbidden god who would bring disaster to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains."

"And your Fox Clan, too. One of your people was originally my sister, yet she actually joined forces with him..."

Two lines of blood tears slid down the Demon God's face. Her utterly haggard expression inspired both pity and awe.

Bai Xianxian's heart trembled. She had never expected this grand campaign to exterminate the Demon God to be no sacrifice at all, but rather a murder born of love. It was truly absurd and laughable.

"Enough. You should never have returned. Heaven and earth possess Vast Righteousness, and the universe preserves it. If you return, Feng Wu will cease to exist. Your era ended long ago. What meaning is there in coming back?"

Zhang Fan countered her, his tone carrying a hint of the Holy Mother's manner.

He actually did not want to meddle in other people's business. After all, he believed in the principle of "let others die, not me." To save Feng Wu, he could