Chapter 99: Look!
Hearing this, Luo Jinxiao put away her teasing and sat worriedly on the bed.
“What nightmare?” Luo Jinxiao asked.
“Some images, past life, this life, and me covered in blood, a ground full of corpses.” Qu Weiyin said softly, reaching out to grab the corner of Luo Jinxiao’s robe.
Luo Jinxiao allowed herself to be pulled down, lying next to Qu Weiyin. They faced each other, gazing into each other’s eyes.
“It’s alright, I’m here with you.” Luo Jinxiao said, taking Qu Weiyin’s hand and offering a reassuring smile.
Qu Weiyin also felt much more at ease. She suddenly stretched her neck and planted a light kiss on Luo Jinxiao’s lips, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
“Do you think… I’m very weak now?” she whispered.
Luo Jinxiao shook her head vigorously and said seriously, “You are the strongest person I’ve ever met, and also the best.”
Who could bear so much like Qu Weiyin? Fate had been cruel to her, abandoned by the world, seen as an enemy, yet she could still maintain her kindness.
If it were Luo Jinxiao herself, though she was a god, she thought she couldn’t do it.
She wasn’t profound, nor righteous, perhaps even a little too persistent.
“Next time you need to fight someone, just sit back and relax. I’ll kill whoever needs killing for you, and I’ll take on the bloodshed in your place.”
“I don’t care about the righteous path or the demonic path. Anyone who hurts you is my lifelong enemy.”
Qu Weiyin was moved and couldn’t help but laugh: “Wouldn’t there be two demons in the world then?”
Luo Jinxiao grinned widely in response.
By the dim lamplight, Qu Weiyin gently traced Luo Jinxiao’s features. After a while, she asked, “Can you change back?”
Luo Jinxiao was momentarily confused before realizing she had been using someone else’s face all this time.
A white light flashed, and Luo Jinxiao’s dark eyes appeared. Her black hair was loose, giving her a cool and aloof appearance. Qu Weiyin felt much more comfortable looking at her and reached out to embrace her.
With the graceful body of the woman lying beside her, Luo Jinxiao would be lying if she said she wasn’t stirred. But despite the turmoil in her heart, she lay as still as a log, becoming increasingly rigid.
The floral scent from Qu Weiyin seemed to dance around Luo Jinxiao’s nose, demanding her attention.
“Why are you clenching your fists?” Qu Weiyin suddenly asked. Her soft hand gently held Luo Jinxiao’s fist and smoothed her palm.
“It’s… it’s nothing,” Luo Jinxiao stammered.
Heaven knows her mind was already a mess.
Qu Weiyin suddenly let out a soft laugh. She propped herself up with her lotus-like arm, her hair draped over her shoulders, covering her fair skin.
“Look up.” she said.
Luo Jinxiao subconsciously obeyed, and then, sweet lips slid down from the tip of her nose to her lips, like the most fragrant flower in midsummer, condensing drops of sweet dew.
She felt Qu Weiyin lying beside her, everywhere they touched was soft.
The candlelight flickered with a dim yellow light, enveloping the room in a hazy glow. Outside, the wind beat against the window, whistling loudly. The temperature in the room gradually rose, and Luo Jinxiao suddenly raised her hand, closing the gauze curtain on the window in an instant.
The room became even warmer, like a steamer. Luo Jinxiao felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead, which were then wiped away by Qu Weiyin.
As their lips met, Luo Jinxiao suddenly raised her hand to grasp Qu Weiyin’s shoulder, rolling them over.
Qu Weiyin found herself lying on her side. Whether from the heat or something else, her eyes were misty and tinged with red, filled with desire. Her hands gradually warmed as she slowly removed the hairpin from Luo Jinxiao’s hair.
A waterfall of black hair cascaded down, enveloping the two of them.
“My Jinxiao, you’re so beautiful.” Qu Weiyin sighed, half breath, half whisper. Her eyelashes, beaded with moisture, clung together, tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.
Luo Jinxiao felt as if her heart had been struck, burning with an ache. She couldn’t help but embrace Qu Weiyin, trying to break down all her defenses.
The woman in red was passionate yet lonely, making her both pitiable and cherished.
She loved seeing Qu Weiyin standing under the blue sky, unrestrained and proud, fierce and arrogant, rather than hiding in this dim demon palace, wearing away her sharp edges.
“What kind of look is that?” Qu Weiyin asked, her fingertips lightly tapping on Luo Jinxiao, her eyes raised.
“Do you think I couldn’t escape fate? Do you pity me?” Qu Weiyin’s hand touched Luo Jinxiao’s throat, a vulnerable spot. Luo Jinxiao felt a tingle but didn’t move away.
“No,” Luo Jinxiao said, her voice hoarse.
“But in this life, I have you. I’m content,” Qu Weiyin smiled softly, withdrawing her hand. Her fiery outer robe fell onto the bed.
“Doesn’t this remind you of our wedding day?” Qu Weiyin asked.
“It does,” Luo Jinxiao replied, her voice still husky. She buried her face next to Qu Weiyin’s ear, gently kissing her delicate earlobe.
A white light instantly enveloped the entire room. Frost spread across every inch of the wall. After the white mist dissipated, the room was completely transformed.
The candles were replaced with red wedding candles, filling the room and bathing everything in a warm, golden glow. The floor was covered with shredded red paper, and large ‘double happiness’ characters adorned the walls.
Luo Jinxiao’s clothes were replaced by wedding attire, identical to what she wore on their wedding day.
The gloomy demon realm was instantly filled with festivity.
Qu Weiyin turned her head in surprise, her expression delighted.
“Impressive, right?” Luo Jinxiao said proudly, squinting her eyes, seeking praise.
“Very impressive,” Qu Weiyin replied gently, indulging her.
“Then, there’s something even more impressive.” Luo Jinxiao grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. At the same time, a red cloth hung down from the bed, completely concealing the warm jade and soft fragrance within.
Qu Weiyin gasped as Luo Jinxiao nibbled on her earlobe, throwing her head back and biting her lower lip hard.
“Are you part Qiongqi?” Weiyin chided, blushing from her ears to her entire body.
“I love you so much, Junior Shishu. Don’t leave me,” Luo Jinxiao suddenly said pitifully, kissing Qu Weiyin until she was breathless.
With misty eyes, Qu Weiyin took several deep breaths before she could speak. Her slender, shapely body tensed involuntarily as she whispered, “Just love?”
Luo Jinxiao blushed.
Although she had lived for a long time, she was ultimately inexperienced, easily flustered by a little teasing.
Qu Weiyin chuckled helplessly. She took Luo Jinxiao’s hand and placed it on herself, then pressed forward, embracing her.
Like a gentle breeze through willows, they trembled lightly.
The lights went out one by one, leaving only one, casting a flickering shadow on the wall, intimate and secret.
Unlike the warm breeze inside the room, outside the demon palace, in the open air, red sand raged violently, and everything within a few feet was pitch black.
In the sandstorm, a woman wrapped herself tightly in her outer garment, her spiritual power surrounding her, barely preventing her from being blown away.
She had long lost her way, wandering outside for who knows how long.
Tang Lan’er cursed silently as she walked. If she had known it would be like this, she wouldn’t have escaped. A few more days confined in the demon palace, and perhaps her father would have come to rescue her.
But now, let alone waiting for someone to rescue her, she couldn’t even find a place to shelter from the wind. With such a strong wind, she couldn’t use her sword either.
“What a damn place! Being trapped in this demonic realm for a lifetime is worse than going straight to the underworld.” Tang Lan’er cursed under her breath, tears welling up in her eyes.
Was she really going to die here?
Tang Lan’er blamed herself. She knew she was timid and inexperienced, yet she still insisted on joining the demon-hunting expedition.
And then there was Qu Weiyin, who, despite becoming a demon, still treated her so harshly. Tang Lan’er wiped away her tears and continued to stumble forward.
In the windswept sands, the woman’s slender figure occasionally fell, rolling on the ground before getting up again, appearing completely pitiful.
She was so focused on walking that she didn’t notice the huge shadow that had appeared behind her at some point. The shadow sniffed left and right, as if judging whether she could be food.
Tang Lan’er tripped and fell again. The demonic beast was startled and suddenly let out an angry roar.
Only then did Tang Lan’er abruptly turn her head. Her scream mixed with the beast’s roar, both quickly swallowed by the howling wind.
The demonic beast had a round mouth that seemed large enough to swallow two Tang Lan’ers whole. It spewed sand from its mouth, instantly burying Tang Lan’er halfway.
Fortunately, despite her timidity, Tang Lan’er hadn’t forgotten her spiritual power. She drew her sword, channeling her energy into the blade, slashing horizontally at the beast.
However, the creature seemed impervious to weapons. Its outer shell was covered in countless grains of sand, forming a protective armor. When struck, only a shower of sand fell to the ground.
“What is this thing?” Tang Lan’er cried as she swung her sword wildly. Luckily, the beast couldn’t get close to her for the time being.
Perhaps it was startled by her, cautiously probing for an opening.
Tang Lan’er turned and ran, silently crying for help against the wind. Now unafraid of the gusts, she dashed forward several feet with a head full of sand.
However, the demonic beast was too large. The distance she covered was only a few steps for the creature, and it quickly caught up.
Just as the beast was about to pounce, another, even larger shadow appeared in the hazy distance. It bared its sharp fangs and bit down hard on the demonic beast’s backside. The beast yelped in pain and suddenly let out a sky-piercing roar, spraying sand into the air.
The shadow took a few steps forward. Its fangs, when parted, were wide enough to encompass several people. In a single gulp, it swallowed the demonic beast whole, followed by a long, piercing burp.
Tang Lan’er dared to look back, only to see the terrifying fangs. Too frightened to even cry, she let out a silent scream and collapsed to the ground.
She had fainted.
The shadow closed its fangs, seemingly curious. It shifted its feet and used its furry nose to sniff Tang Lan’er’s body. As it drew closer, the feathered wings on its back became visible.
The shadow transformed into a human, a young girl with fluffy brown hair cascading down her back. She calmly dug away the sand on the ground, then lifted Tang Lan’er’s foot and dragged her away.
The two figures, one tall and one short, gradually disappeared into the darkness.
The sandstorm raged throughout the night before gradually subsiding. Even the demon realm rarely experienced such strong winds. Everywhere looked as if it had been ransacked. Many towers and houses had collapsed into rubble. Homeless shadows could be seen floating around, gathering the scattered stones back together.
The demon palace was spared from complete destruction, but one of its corners had been blown off.
Inside the Cold Moon Palace, the atmosphere was peaceful.
The red candles had burned out, their wax dripping and solidifying on the table and beside the bed.
A delicate white hand reached out from behind the curtains, slowly pulling them open, revealing a slender, lotus-like arm. However, this once flawless arm now bore several small bruises, a poignant contrast to its beauty.
Qu Weiyin gasped slightly, struggling to pick up her outer robe from the floor and wrap herself in it.
Her gaze was both helpless and affectionate as she looked at the woman sleeping soundly beside her.
She really didn’t know anything, and her hands were heavy.
She placed her palm on her chest, a faint red light covering her body. The sore spots instantly healed.
