Chapter 1531: Better to Be Hated Than Dead
Feng Fuce looked at her, his tone self-mocking: "Perhaps you’re right, we should not meet again. The next time we meet, we ought to be enemies."
After saying that, he resolutely performed a hand sign, and fierce black and red flames rose from his hand.
𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Then, Feng Fuce pressed his hand against the spine at the back of his neck right in front of Bai Zhi’er.
He said coldly, "What you wanted to discard, let me do it this time."
As his words fell, a brilliant light shone from his hand, and Feng Fuce astonishingly pulled the Red Rope out from the spine, where it clung tightly!
Bai Zhi’er felt intense pain, staggering and nearly falling.
When the glowing red rope was completely removed, Bai Zhi’er’s Primordial Spirit shook as she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood with a "Wow."
Finally, she collapsed to the ground.
And the Marriage knot on her back quietly slid out from her spine.
"Your Majesty!" The gods came to assist her.
Bai Zhi’er was in such pain that her face was flushed red, yet she bit her lip tightly, refusing to utter a single sound.
Feng Fuce stood, lowering his gaze to look at Bai Zhi’er, with no expression on his face except for a stream of fresh blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth.
Zhu Yan was shocked: "Lord Demon!"
He turned to look, seething with anger: "You immortals, always so eloquent, deceiving us into trusting you, especially you, Heavenly Dao, how many times has Lord Demon helped you along the way!"
"And you, how have you repaid him? You scoundrel, today I’m going to kill you!"
The gods blocked Bai Zhi’er: "Who dares!"
Feng Fuce had already turned away, his voice ice-cold: "Zhu Yan, let’s go."
Zhu Yan, filled with resentment, left with the Demon Clan following Feng Fuce.
Bai Zhi’er watched Feng Fuce’s back, her body trembling in pain, but she knew this was what she deserved.
Since the villain has acted, let him always hate her then.
It’s better than losing her life.
Gradually, Bai Zhi’er felt her eyelids grow heavy, and she lost consciousness, hearing only the panicked shouts of the immortals around her.
Bai Zhi’er woke up again, ten days later.
As she opened her eyes, she saw Jing Jia with red and swollen eyes from crying, sitting by her bedside.
"Zhi’er!" Seeing her awaken, Jing Jia was overjoyed: "Want some water? Are you hungry? Is there anything still uncomfortable?"
"Mother..." Bai Zhi’er slowly propped herself up to sit, her head aching terribly.
Jing Jia said with concern: "The immortal doctors say you’ve been heartbroken, your Primordial Spirit is weak, you should just rest well these days, let mother handle everything."
Bai Zhi’er’s lips were pale, and she had lost a lot of weight, paired with her large eyes, she looked like a porcelain doll devoid of Spiritual Energy.
"Mother, how is father doing?"
Jing Jia’s movement of pouring water paused, she turned back to dodge the question lightly: "The Xiuluo Guard is now managed by your older brother and them."
"Don’t worry, I only told your father that the Heavenly Court has been busy lately, he’s still waiting for you to finish your work and return to accompany him."
Bai Zhi’er lowered her lashes.
Feng Fuce left, leaving the Xiuluo Guard suddenly empty.
How are Chu Ping and Lei Hu doing?
Perhaps noticing Bai Zhi’er’s concern, Jing Jia said: "Don’t worry about others, mother has already arranged everything properly."
Bai Zhi’er drank some water, just wanting to lie down and rest a bit more.
Suddenly!
A voice of an immortal servant came anxiously from the doorway: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Bai Zhi’er craned her head: "What’s the matter?"
Jing Jia hurriedly walked out, her words stern: "What’s wrong with you? I’ve instructed you not to disturb!"
The immortal servant was so frightened her face turned white: "The servant acknowledges the mistake, but the people of the Demon Clan have thrown Fu Niu at the South Heavenly Gate. Fu Niu is covered in blood, with numerous wounds, refusing to let other immortals touch. The Divine Officer says, it wants to see Your Majesty."