But the words "she's on my side now" were like a scalding stone crashing without warning into her heart, burning her eyes hot.
The Demon King stared at Chu Yang, then suddenly smiled, though not a trace of that smile reached his eyes.
"Do you know what she did in my cave?"
"Stole from you, killed your men. You just said that."
"What she stole was the Soul-Locking Bell," the Demon King said slowly. "Locked inside that bell was a wisp of my heart-soul. After she took it, my cultivation regressed, and I had to go into seclusion for months. As for those two subordinates, they were merely ordered to capture her. She lured them to a cliff with Genjutsu, and they fell to their deaths, smashed to pieces. You dare keep something like that around?"
Su Wanwan's face grew even paler. Her teeth trembled, but she still suddenly spoke up. "I did nothing wrong!"
The Demon King's gaze sliced toward her like a blade. "What did you say?"
She had still been trembling, but somehow, the way Chu Yang had yanked her just now, that line, "I'm here," and the way the others were now so calm it seemed only natural, forced a breath of courage into her chest.
She took a step forward. Her voice shook, but it was a little clearer than before. "The Soul-Locking Bell belonged to our Qingqiu Old Lineage in the first place! You slaughtered so many sisters of my clan and refined their souls into that bell. Why couldn't I steal it back?"
Tang Monk's expression changed.
The hint of teasing in Sun Wukong's eyes also faded, and the staff turned lightly in his palm.
The Demon King's face darkened until it looked ready to drip water. "Your fox clan has always been