Zhu Zhao, chief of the Lord God, ruled over countless small worlds and commanded slaughter. Because her killing had gone too far, the Heavenly Dao punished her, scattering her divine essence across different times and spaces. Yet as Zhu Zhao picked up the fragments of her divine essence, she watched a certain darkened, lovesick man, her fists clenched so tight they cracked.
**The junior apprentice brother she had raised for three years shed his obedient disguise. Looking at the disheveled girl he had imprisoned on the bed, he traced the bite mark on her shoulder, the obsession in his eyes enough to make anyone shudder:
"I was taught by you with your own hands. I've grown enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with you now, so why are you afraid of me?"
But when he pointed his sword at the girl and advanced inch by inch, his crimson eyes seemed to beg:
"Senior Sister, am I an ungrateful wretch?"
**The refined, moonlit prime minister tightened his grip around the girl's neck and pinned her to the dragon throne he had built with his own hands, yet his pale fingertips trembled:
"You used my backbone as a ladder to climb to the clouds. What a clever scheme, Your Highness..."
In the next instant, he glanced at the girl with nowhere left to retreat. Bloodstains burned in his eyes, but his voice was humble:
"So when you said you loved me, was it to trap me, or did you really love me?"
**The gentle, considerate alpha slowly approached, biting off the white glove he wore. His deep violet eyes were cold and shadowed:
"The rule is that this door can be opened if our love is mutual."
The hand around the girl's waist tightened, and his cold lips breathed out slowly:
"If you don't love me, then we'll stay here until you do..."
