Luo Yang heard Xu Fengnian's heartfelt call. Her body stiffened, and then she sighed. "Home? Our home was gone long ago. You destroyed it with your own hands. Where else could I have a home?"
Xu Fengnian felt the sorrow in Luo Yang's heart, and it pained him, too. He said solemnly, "Wherever I am, isn't that your home?"
As he spoke, he reached out and took Luo Yang's hand, holding it firmly.
Old Huang was even more nervous than Xu Fengnian as he watched. He was afraid that the demoness would slap Xu Fengnian to death.
His worry was unnecessary, though.
If the Qin Emperor of eight hundred years ago had comforted Luo Yang the way Xu Fengnian did now, she wouldn't have gotten jealous and killed the Qin Emperor's beloved concubine.
Now that she had finally seen the man she had yearned for and hated for eight hundred years, how could Luo Yang bring herself to attack Xu Fengnian?
Luo Yang stared at Xu Fengnian's hand for a long while. At last, her body relaxed, and she let herself be led. A smile finally appeared on her face. "All right!"
Xu Fengnian felt relieved and hurriedly said, "Then let's go!"
Luo Yang said nothing, but obediently followed him. She looked like a sixteen-year-old girl experiencing love for the first time. Nothing about her resembled the former number-one demoness of Northern Mang.
Old Huang was delighted. His young master had gained another ally. He hurriedly led the skinny horse along, following the two of them from a distance.
Liu Ni Rong had gone quite far when she spotted the three of them walking away. She wanted to turn her horse around and go ask what was going on. She muttered, "That man's so petty. Why would he just leave