Wujiang was born from the evil spirit between heaven and earth, and is different from ordinary demons.
The bloodline he inherited must be the strongest like him, even stronger than the demons born from the soul-eating body!
Feng Lan is also a demon, and her bloodline will not be contaminated by foreign blood, so when this child is born, he must have the purest bloodline.
Soul Eater just wants to protect his descendants.
But when he saw Wujiang's cold gaze, he felt only fear.
"Woooo..."
The powerful Soul Eater made a sound like a baby crying, and its huge body led Feng Lan back step by step.
At this moment, Wujiang raised his hand, and the blood-red Cang Lian Sword slowly appeared in his hand.
Feng Lan's eyes froze in an instant.
Then, tears fell heavily, and she was leaned against Soul Devourer, shrinking her body to protect her child.
"This is your child too..." Feng Lan cried.
Why is this so?
She thought that she would at least get a little bit of sympathy from him.
She loved him so much that in order to protect his child, she was imprisoned in a dungeon for half a year without daring to escape. She ate whatever was brought to her every day, no matter how uncomfortable it was.
She didn't want to be like last time and not be able to keep her child.
But Wujiang still walked towards her.
Soul Eater protected Feng Lan and backed away step by step, but it was obvious that Wujiang was the most important thing compared to Feng Lan and the child in her belly.
When it comes to actually taking action, it is impossible for Soul Eater to take action against Wujiang.
He would abandon Feng Lan and her child.
Looking at this scene, even those real demons felt extremely chilling and terrifying.
Even the heinous demons would not kill their own children.
Tiger poison cannot eat its seeds!
But Wujiang clearly didn't care about that child at all, his gloomy eyes were filled with murderous intent and coldness.
He has no emotions, not even a bit.
He is a demon in the pool of ten reincarnations, and all the gods in the nine heavens have nothing to do with him.
Powerful and bloodthirsty.
Feng Lan huddled in the corner and closed her eyes in despair.
Hua Xi, on the other hand, stared blankly at Wujiang's back.
The back figure in the red wedding dress is tall and straight, with a faint aloofness and coldness as calm as a mountain.
The figure of him walking towards Feng Lan with his sword suddenly overlapped with the silhouette of his back when he left Jialan City.
The pure white cassock, the silent and upright back, slowly said goodbye to her, and then disappeared from the white clouds flowing in the sky.
At that time, she firmly believed that he would become a Buddha.
Full of hope because he is so clean.
And in her heart, she also yearned for light.
But now, why is everything different?
"That's enough!" Hua Xi suddenly said coldly, with a low tone, but it shocked everyone present.
The whispers stopped, and countless awed eyes looked at her.
Your Majesty the Demon King, what instructions will you give next?
Ji Yue's dark eyes also glanced at her, and something quietly melted in her eyes.
He knew what she was going to say next.
The feeling in my heart is a little warm, but also a little painful.
"I don't want to see any blood today. This farce ends here." Hua Xi coldly rolled her sleeves and turned around, took two steps, looked sideways at Wujiang, "Although you embarrassed me so much today, this wedding is still
