NCCnovel Chapter 597 She never remembers the faces of the losers.
Chapter 597 She never remembers the faces of the losers.
Once the inner demon appeared, Xue Lan felt at ease.
Lord Wolf King had a brief exchange with his inner demon within his sea of consciousness; the gist of the exchange was as follows:
Xue Lan: Is that guy named Turan dead?
Inner demons: No, but they're close enough. Leave professional matters to professionals.
A diligent spirit wielding a hammer: That's right, Master of the Workshop, it's me.
Xue Lan felt a pang of sympathy for Sui Xin in her heart, then spoke again:
Can you handle the rest?
The inner demon looked casually at Ji Shen, whom he had just knocked down:
"As for the rest, at least give me some specific instructions!"
"hey-hey."
Lord Wolf chuckled twice, somewhat embarrassed, within his sea of consciousness:
"I thought we were from the same root and had a telepathic connection."
The inner demon: "You're having another episode, aren't you?"
"No, no!" Sensing the anger in the inner demon's voice, Xue Lan wisely stopped herself.
"Kill this son of the demon god before the remnant soul of the demon god arrives. If it absorbs him, things will get messy. Secondly, if it's convenient..."
The woman paused slightly at this point:
"Go save our chosen one, don't let the demons ruin him."
The inner demon nodded in agreement, indicating his understanding of Xue Lan's request.
"Alright!" The woman twirled the long sword in her hand and glanced slightly at Xue Tong, who was standing in front of Xue Lan.
"You protect her. Leave the rest to me."
Xue Tong felt a little uneasy, and the girl secretly transmitted her voice to Xue Lan:
"She looks so cool today? I'm starting to feel guilty about my previous insults."
Xue Lan screamed, "No, you shouldn't feel guilty!"
What if Xue Tong feels guilty towards her?
What about her conscience?
The inner demon who heard Xue Lan's inner thoughts in mid-air: Why is she always focusing on things she doesn't have?
"Alright!" The woman's somewhat impatient voice entered Xue Lan's mind:
"If you don't leave your soul, the Demon God will devour your senior brother and you won't even know it!"
Xue Lan obediently fell into a deep sleep, and her demon soul transformed into a dazzling white light and flew to Gong Yuan's body, finally settling on the demon core on his chest.
The inner demon then turned around and raised his knife, aiming it at Ji Shen below him.
Ji Shen, who had been slammed to the ground by the inner demon, finally stood up from the huge crater. The young man looked disheveled, and his bright red clothes were surrounded by an inescapable dark red aura, like invisible chains that pinned him to the ground, leaving him nowhere to go and nowhere to escape.
He bit his tongue, silently reciting the secret incantation of the demon race in his mind, while trying to conceal his true intentions by looking up at the inner demon in mid-air.
The woman wore a dress with light cloud patterns embroidered on the hem. Her white clothes and white hair made her look ethereal, but her icy blue eyes revealed a hint of wicked laughter.
Not only that.
The young man glanced at the chains of malevolent energy binding him, his crimson eyes filled with astonishment.
This malevolent aura was even mixed with some demonic energy.
Some familiar demonic energy startled him.
The young man looked up and met the icy blue eyes of his inner demon. While circulating the secret technique within his bloodline to wear down the demonic chains binding him, he smiled faintly and spoke to the inner demon:
"Are you a demon?"
"If he's a demon, why is he helping Yuan Mingjie?"
The inner demon had long seen through Ji Shen's little tricks. Her innate love of toying with her prey resurfaced. She slowly flew to the young man, narrowed her eyes slightly, and smiled:
"Can't a demon help Yuan Mingjie?"
Looking at the person in front of her, Ji Shen had already categorized her in his mind as a madwoman.
"Is this a case of betrayal at the last minute?" The young man slowly took a step back.
"Have you ever thought about how our father would treat you?"
The inner demon knew what Ji Shen was thinking.
She had been freed from the shackles of Xue Lan's soul for many years, and as her cultivation level increased, the demonic aura emanating from her body became increasingly intense.
Ji Shen probably sees her as a demon god's child, just like himself.
Too bad she isn't.
The inner demon dragged out the image of that demon god from the depths of his memory, only to find that his face was blank, like a piece of uncarved wood.
She didn't remember what the demon looked like.
Because she won the last battle a thousand years ago.
Lord Wolf never remembers the faces of the losers.
In the few breaths that the inner demon was pondering, Ji Shen had already used a secret demonic technique to grind away the evil aura binding his body. The young man made hand seals behind his back, preparing to use his primordial power to escape.
The white wolf, its prey about to escape from its grasp, raised its eyes slightly, its playful nature stirring within it:
"Want to run?"
The calm voice was like the fine snow falling in early winter, gentle yet carrying an unparalleled chill. The moment the inner demon spoke, Ji Shen turned into a gray-white light and vanished into the void, leaving only an empty crater in front of the inner demon.
The woman looked at the dent and smiled gently.
"Still laughing."
Xue Tong's voice came from behind, and the girl spoke with considerable dissatisfaction:
"It's like you're asking for your life to get things sorted out properly."
The inner demon turned and smiled slightly at her:
"Fun."
The most amusing thing is watching the desperate expression on someone's face when they think they've escaped but are caught again.
Xue Tong was too lazy to argue with this person; she already knew about the inner demons and Xue Lan's carefree attitude. The girl waved her hand impatiently.
"Alright, alright, hurry up and catch him! Do you need me to use the Sun-Tracing Mirror to bring him back to you?"
"That's not necessary, just watch me."
With a hint of pride in her voice, the woman took out a black bead covered with eye patterns from her sleeve.
"Isn't this Xue Lan's?" Xue Tong asked curiously.
"What's the use?"
The inner demon gave Xue Tong a mysterious look:
You'll soon find out how useful it is.
"A gentle reminder: Don't be afraid!"
Xue Tong thought to herself that she had seen it all and wasn't so easily frightened. The girl casually picked up Xue Lan's body from the ground and held it in her arms.
"It's okay, I'm not... Oh my god!"
Xue Lan, whom she had just been holding, nearly flew out of her grasp at the girl's scream. Xue Tong shielded the Wolf Lord's limp body in front of her, and tremblingly spoke as she looked at the strange, contorted form on the inner demon's side:
"This is... what is this?"
The surrounding area was filled with the creaking sounds of bones stretching out. The inner demon, watching the thing slowly unfold before him, revealed an extremely eerie and chilling smile:
"Ji Ping's demonic soul!"
“Ji Ping’s…” Xue Tong swallowed hard: “Demon Soul?”
“Yes!” The inner demon turned back and smiled at her: “Xue Lan tampered with his demonic soul, making his entire soul as hard as refined iron, and then…”
Then roll it into a bead the size of a glutinous rice ball.
Xue Tong shivered and hugged Xue Lan tightly in her arms:
"Take it away! Take it away now!"
"I told you you'd be scared." The inner demon smiled and turned around, his voice suddenly turning low and sinister.
"Xiao Tong, Xue Lan's bad reputation in her previous life wasn't entirely unfounded."
After saying this, the woman slowly bent down and tapped the shoulder of Ji Ping, who had barely regained his form, casting a deep aura over him. Then, she smiled wickedly and said:
"Catch him, and I'll let you go..."