Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1809
Chapter 1809: Chapter 1789: Show off Skills, Destroy the Demon Emperor, Dreamland of Feng Ling_1 Chapter 1809: Chapter 1789: Show off Skills, Destroy the Demon Emperor, Dreamland of Feng Ling_1 Both demons had the same idea, they had to kill him and eliminate future troubles once and for all.
“Pff.”
Qing Cang, struck simultaneously by two powerful demonic forces in his meridians and Golden Core, spurted out a mouthful of blood and died on the spot.
A remnant soul floated out from his body, cursing viciously.
“Hmph, Qing Cang, back when you captured the Demon Emperor's soul and placed it in the Alchemy Furnace, using Hellfire to roast and refine it into demon power pills to bolster your own power, now it's your turn.”
Mo Jun reached the bottom of the cliff, his eyes full of ruthlessness. He summoned the Alchemy Furnace and put Qing Cang's remnant soul inside.
The remnant soul screamed in pain as it was burnt by the Hellfire, cursing maliciously.
Mo Jun paid no heed, retracted the Alchemy Furnace, and flew back to the Demon Palace.
*
“Hahahaha, Mo Jun, I'm not worthy of competing with you in acting.”
Ruoxie spat out the pig's blood from his mouth, sat on the Demon Dragon flying back, and with a look of admiration, bowed his hands to Mo Jun.
“Ninth Prince.”
Mo Jun's eyes shifted and asked with a fawning expression, “We already killed Qing Cang according to our agreement. Is there anything else the Ninth Prince wants us to do?”
“My word is golden.”
Ruoxie patted his chest with immeasurable smugness, “Since you guys are obedient, I'll let you off, allowing you to remain in the Demon Realm, continue to be your Demon Lords. As for the Demon Emperor's throne, this prince is not interested. Whoever wants it can fight for it with their own abilities.”
“Thank you, Ninth Prince.”
Ecstatic, the Three Great Demon Lords knelt on the ground together.
“Hahahaha.”
Ruoxie was in high spirits, laughing wildly.
“Roar.”
The Demon Dragon, connected to him mentally, roared with excitement.
“Ruoxie, we've found the Ghost Sparkling Heart Flower. Let's go.”
Si Ye made a tour of the Demon Palace and found many treasures. Transforming into a streak of light, she flew out, taking a dragon and a phoenix along and disappearing into the void.
“Phew.”
The Three Great Demon Lords let out a sigh of relief. Only now could they truly relax, as joy filled their hearts for having been spared.
But their joy lasted only a second, as the three demons immediately tensed up, casting wary glances at one another.
The battle for the Demon Emperor's throne started from this moment on.
The Demon Realm was once again plunged into turmoil, entering a thousand years of internal strife. The other worlds could recuperate and usher in a thousand years of peace.
*
Ten days later, in the Immortal Realm, Thunderstrike Immortal Palace.
Feng Ling had been a little off lately. Ever since he saw a Flower Spirit called Shengge outside Immortal Lord Lei Ting's chamber, he'd had a strange dream every night after going to sleep.
In the dream, he was injured during the Great War of Immortals and Demons, fell to the Human Realm, and was unconscious for a time. He was rescued by a mortal woman.
The woman bore a striking resemblance to the Flower Spirit, even their names were the same.
The dream was incredibly realistic, as if he was really experiencing it.
It caused him not to sleep well for more than half a month, with dark circles under his eyes becoming increasingly noticeable.
Immortal Lord Lei Ting was still unconscious, so the atmosphere in the Immortal Palace was extremely depressed.
His restless nights and haggard appearance didn't attract criticism; in fact, they endeared him to others.
The brothers defending the Immortal Palace mistakenly thought he was anxious about the Immortal Lord, and from time to time, someone would try to comfort him with various words.
They urged him not to worry too much about the Immortal Lord's situation, lest he harmed his own body by becoming too grieved.
Feng Ling was at a loss.
Unable to explain the strange dreams, he could only smile wryly and accept, enduring the unbearable torment alone.
“Feng Ling, what's wrong with you?”
Cang Xun suddenly appeared in front of him, a teasing tone in his voice, “Your eyes are dark, you look like you've been beaten, huh?”
“Damn, where did you come from?”
Feng Ling was startled, his handsome face darkened, he snapped back, “You could have used the door, but instead, you had to scare people. Having a friend like you is really fucking enough.”
Chapter end
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