Bravely enter the heavens and become a god

Chapter 123 The Demon Tribe's Next Plan

In the Forget-Your-Sorrow Palace above the Nine Heavens, the dark-clouded sky suddenly began to drizzle, and the raindrops seemed to be woven into strands of sadness, neither hurried nor sparse, with an indescribable tenderness. Lord Cangmo stood alone on the stone wall that stretched out in the air, with his hands gently behind his back, letting the cool rain wet his robes and cleanse his soul.

He felt like a stone forgotten by time, polished by countless wind and rain, becoming smooth and calm on the outside, but still harboring endless sadness and waiting deep in his heart. His eyes passed through the rain, as if he could see through time and space, and see the person who had made a promise with him.

He whispered painfully: "Yingluo... I have waited for you for ten million years... You said that if there is an afterlife, you would choose me... to repay my love for you in the last life... You... finally broke your promise!"

In the towering palace of the demon world, the demon king paced back and forth anxiously, and every step revealed his inner tension and anxiety. The hall was filled with the most elite generals of the demon world, their faces were as solemn as dark clouds, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.

At this moment, a servant came hurriedly, knelt down in front of the Demon Lord, and said in a trembling voice: "Demon Lord, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has returned safely."

Hearing this, the Demon Lord paused, with an expression of incredible joy on his face. He turned around quickly, only to see Feng Yequn walking into the hall in a dusty state.

The Demon Lord quickly stepped forward and hugged him tightly, his voice trembling with excitement: "Ming'er...you are back...your father was so worried...the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon appeared in the Heaven again...I thought your identity was exposed and you confronted the Third Prince head-on...he used the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon Technique on you...our generals in the Demon Realm have gathered and are ready to send troops to the Heaven to rescue you...but we are worried that it will backfire."

Feng Yequn felt the warmth of his father's embrace, and a warm current surged in his heart. He gently patted the Demon Lord's shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, father, I'm fine. It was the War God's host that was discovered by them. The Third Prince was furious and they almost had a civil war."

The Demon Lord tightly grasped Feng Yequn's arm and asked anxiously, "How will they react when they find out that the host of the God of War is the Third Prince's beloved?"

Feng Yequn took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The Emperor of Heaven almost sentenced her to death, and we fought to protect her..."

Upon hearing Feng Yequn's words, all the generals felt as if struck by lightning and became dazed.

After hearing this, the Demon Lord couldn't help but burst into laughter, his voice shaking the sky: "This is the power of love. Our worlds of heaven and demons have always been entangled in grievances and irreconcilable since the beginning of the world. I didn't expect that for a girl, you would stand on the same front."

Feng Yequn blushed slightly, looking a little shy, and whispered softly: "Father, please don't make fun of me."

The Demon Lord waved his hand to stop laughing, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes, and he patted Feng Yequn's shoulder lightly, saying in a deep voice: "Okay... okay... let's talk business, what is their next plan?"

Feng Yequn woke up as if from a dream, and spoke slowly: "They asked the War God to lead 100,000 heavenly soldiers to go to the Ten Miles and Eight Wastelands to collect the ten great artifacts and refine the Sky-Splitting Divine Sword, and the Third Prince to guard the Heavenly Palace."

The Demon Lord looked at Feng Yequn's affectionate expression, a sly smile appeared on his lips, and he asked in confusion: "Why would the Heavenly Realm entrust such an important task to a delicate woman? The ten great beasts in the Ten Miles and Eight Wastelands have been guarding the ten great artifacts for ten million years, and no one in the Three Realms can get close to them."

Feng Yequn's eyes flashed with obsession, and his voice was full of admiration and respect: "She is different. She is the chosen one. She is a part of the God of War and the continuation of the God of War's thoughts. The ten divine beasts will recognize their master through her breath. Moreover, she is very righteous and cares about the people of the world. The person I love is really not an ordinary woman."

The Demon Lord looked at his admiring expression and said, "My son has a unique vision. The girl he chose is actually the one chosen by heaven. It would be great if she could be used by our demon clan. Ming'er, you must find a way to win her over with your emotions. If you can win her heart and soul, then we can win this battle without fighting."

Feng Yequn's face instantly became as brilliant as the sunset, with a blush spreading all the way to his ears. He stammered, "I... want to, too. But... she and the Third Prince love each other deeply. It's hard to win her heart! And the Emperor of Heaven has granted them a marriage! Once they get the ten great artifacts, they will get married."

Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord burst into laughter. He said jokingly, "As long as they haven't gotten married, there are still huge variables, right? What if she changes her mind and falls in love with you?"

Feng Yequn was touched by the words of the Demon Lord, and the promise he made to Luo Ying in the afterlife emerged in his mind. He couldn't help but ask, "Father, she once said that if there is an afterlife, if she meets me first, she will choose me first. Does it mean that she has a little place for me in her heart?"

When the Demon Lord heard this, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, as if bright stars were shining. He said happily: "Yes... If she said that, it means she has you in her heart."

When Feng Yequn heard this, his heart was filled with joy, and he couldn't express it in words. He asked anxiously, "Really?"

The Demon Lord glanced at his longing expression, raised his lips slightly, and whispered encouragingly: "You can use the time she spends in Shili Bahuang to collect the ten great artifacts to create more opportunities for her to fall in love with you completely."

Feng Yequn's face flushed with shyness. He scratched his head and said in confusion: "Your son does not understand."

The Demon Lord looked at him, a touch of kindness flashed in his eyes, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The Ten Miles and Eight Wastelands is the body of Pangu, the God of War. No army from the heavens or the demons can enter. The 100,000 troops she brought can only guard her outside the Ten Miles and Eight Wastelands. As long as we arrange some little demons to create some small obstacles when they seize the ten artifacts, and then you come forward to help her solve them, over time, your feelings will naturally heat up."

Feng Yequn frowned and said hesitantly, "But isn't this deceiving her? And if she finds out that I'm the prince of the demon clan, will she dislike me?"

The Demon Lord patted his shoulder gently, his voice low and firm: "As long as she truly loves you, she will tolerate everything about you."

In the magnificent hall of the Jade Palace in the heavenly realm, Hua Yuchen stared at Luo Ying, his deep eyes seemed to contain the sea of ​​stars. He gently stroked her face and whispered: "You ignored me these few days, and I felt like I had lost my soul every day. Even when discussing military affairs with General Shi and others, I asked them to help me think of ways to coax you."

Hearing this, Luo Ying couldn't help but burst out laughing. She gently patted Hua Yuchen's chest and said coquettishly, "Why are you like this? Won't this affect the morale of the army and make them laugh at us?"

Hua Yuchen scratched her nose lovingly and said with a smile, "Who told you to ignore me? Don't torture me like this again, okay?"

Luo Ying looked at him, a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes, and she nodded obediently. The two looked at each other, and Hua Yuchen's eyes were as hot as fire, as if he wanted to melt her in this deep love. Luo Ying's heartbeat accelerated, and before she had time to think about it, Hua Yuchen's lips had already kissed her lips like a raging fire. The hot kiss was lingering and passionate, as fierce as a storm.

Luo Ying shyly pushed him away and whispered, "This is the main hall. If someone sees us later..."

Under the moonlight, Hua Yuchen suddenly reached out, gently grasped her hand, and gracefully guided her to wrap her fingertips around his neck. His movements were smooth and swift, and in a blink of an eye, his lips had already branded hers, as if the stars were pouring down, the kiss was passionate and affectionate.

His kiss deftly pried open her teeth and explored deeply. His kiss was as hot as a raging fire and as lingering as a spring breeze, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

She felt like she was electrocuted by his kiss, and her whole body felt like it was being passed through by electricity, tingling and numb. Her mind seemed to be shrouded in mist, dizzy, and all her rationality seemed to be kissed away by him. She responded to him involuntarily, as if she was attracted by his kiss, and kissed back as a conditioned reflex. The kiss between the two was like an intertwined melody, harmonious and moving.

In the lingering and deep kiss, time seemed to stop quietly, Hua Yuchen finally let her go reluctantly, picked her up lightly with both hands, and walked into the mysterious bedroom. He gently put her down and pressed her against the cold wall, their bodies pressed tightly together, without a single gap.

He leaned over and blew gently into her ear, his voice low and magnetic: "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold. You are leaving soon, we must cherish the time we have together."

She felt the heat from his breath, her ears felt slightly hot, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart. She looked up at him, and his deep eyes seemed to hide endless secrets and tenderness.

Luo Ying shyly pushed him gently, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "I... I'll help you undress..."

As soon as these words came out, Hua Yuchen's eyes flashed with surprise. He gently lifted Luo Ying's chin and said in a low and magnetic voice: "My wife, you are really taking the initiative now!"

His eyes moved across Luo Ying's face, as if he wanted to engrave her deeply into his heart. Luo Ying's cheeks became even redder, and she lowered her eyes, not daring to look him in the face.

Hua Yuchen looked at her shy appearance, and a strong feeling of love and desire surged in his heart. He reached out, gently held Luo Ying's hand, and guided her to help him undress.

The distance between the two of them was unconsciously shortened, and an indescribable ambiguous atmosphere filled the air. Luo Ying felt nervous and expectant.

The moonlight poured down like water, casting a layer of dreamy silver glow on the figures of the two.