Holding Li Xin's body in her arms, Su Qi's bloodshot eyes burned with murderous intent as she demanded, "Why did you lead them here?" Shi Liuhua hadn't expected things to turn out this way either. Seeing Jin An lying on the ground and the demon clan closing in, the two-tailed fox beside her kept urging Shi Liuhua, "Hurry! Do it!" A black sword pierced Su Qi's chest. "Shi Liuhua, whatever the reason, you'd better kill me now."
When had everything started to feel so wrong to Su Qi? She looked at Li Xin in her arms, snow-white skin tinged pink, but all she could think of was that youthful face, smiling as he said to her, "Young master, look, the fireworks in the capital really are extraordinary."
Willow seeds may be sown without intent, but that doesn't mean they will take root. Their bond had come around three times, yet each time one of them stopped, too afraid to draw near.
Shi Liuhua felt something warm fall on her face. Was it a tear? She wanted to touch it, but couldn't move at all. Her vision began to blur, and the final thing she saw was Ru Ze, his face full of terror, saying something.
Outside the Demon King's Hall, the Demon Lord knelt beneath Ru Ze's sword. "Let me see him, just once." When Jin An arrived, he saw Ru Ze, his face twisted in fury, pull his sword from the Demon Lord's left shoulder. As Ru Ze tried to strike again, Jin An wrapped his arms around him and held him fast. In Jin An's embrace, Ru Ze screamed like a madman, "He's dead! His soul is completely gone! Get out! Get out!"
