The day my immortal bones were ripped out, my white-moonlight sweetheart was watching the show with his new lover in his arms.
Back then, I took the God-Slaying Curse for him, and he promised to protect me for all eternity.
Now, he believed one of that green tea woman's lies that I was consorting with demons, and personally sent me to the Execution Terrace.
I spat blood and sneered. "Fine. Then I'll become a demon and show you!"
After my leap sent shockwaves across the Three Realms, the Immortal Realm deployed thirty thousand more troops overnight, braced for the Demon Lord's arrival.
Who could have guessed that three months later, the one crawling out of the moss on a barren mountain would be a toddler clutching an automatic baby bottle, too unsteady to walk?
The God of War charged in with a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers. The instant his sword pointed at her brow...
The little tyke's eyes lit up. She spread her tiny arms and toddled toward him. "Daddy! Hug!"
The divine sword, forged over ten thousand years ago, clattered to the ground. The hundred thousand heavenly soldiers all froze like statues.
No one noticed the wisps of demonic energy quietly swirling inside the bottle she clutched tightly.
Deep in the Demon Realm, a pair of scarlet eyes gazed through a water mirror, watching it all. He chuckled. "Lingxi, how do you plan to play this round?"
