The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 227 Don't leave without a kiss

Wen Li roared, "Speak up!"

This person was not only mute, but also completely wooden, remaining motionless and staring at her with his head down for a long time without reacting.

"Fine, don't tell me then, I'm leaving."

Wen Li glared at him and walked forward, but was stopped again.

"Don't you want to kiss me before you leave?"

He spoke naturally and casually, without a trace of frivolity.

Wen Li stopped in her tracks, clearly stunned by his words.

He recognized her as expected, he must have recognized her from the very beginning. She couldn't quite tell if she was flustered or secretly pleased. Wen Li forced herself to remain calm and turned to look at him.

“We have no relationship now, I don’t know you, let go.”

"Doesn't it matter?"

As she spoke, Shen Yingsi took off her mask, revealing the face she had imprinted in her heart. Her appearance hadn't actually changed much, but compared to ten years ago, she seemed to have grown up a lot, and her whole person had become more composed and reliable.

"It doesn't matter. Why don't you dare to face me with your true self? What are you afraid of?"

What am I afraid of? I'm just afraid of his pathetic state.

Having come this far, there was really no point in pretending anymore, and Wen Li was too lazy to use this unfamiliar appearance to cover it up any further.

Under this nameless little dilapidated house, the light shining through the hole in the roof illuminated Wen Li's face, giving her a radiant glow and making her appear somewhat divine.

Shen Yingsi stared at her almost obsessively.

The person he had longed for day and night, the person he had fantasized about countless times, finally, finally met him again.

His emotions were undisguised, his love passionate, yet after ten years, he had made no progress.

No wonder the story takes so long to come to an end.

Wen Li had never truly seen through Shen Yingsi. Just like today, he was still doing those time-wasting good deeds as before, but she didn't know how much of it was genuine and how much was hypocritical.

But on one thing, Wen Li felt she could still see through him.

“I’m not afraid, and besides, we have no relationship.” She repeated.

"It's okay? Does it mean it's okay if we've already gone through the wedding ceremony? It means it's okay if we've hugged? It means it's okay if we've kissed? Or..."

He was interrupted with a slap.

"Do you have any evidence for what you're saying? Who knows? I'm telling you none of this ever happened, so what can you do to me? Shen Yingsi, do I need to remind you of our identities again? I didn't stay to listen to this nonsense."

Shen Yingsi stared at her mouth, which opened and closed, revealing two adorable teeth.

"I'm warning you, you'd better lead the human race to their deaths. Anyway, the Heavenly Realm is ours to be occupied by the demon and monster races. Not only the Heavenly Realm, but I will also not let the mortal realm go."

"Hey! Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, I heard you. Are you done?"

Seeing that the mouth finally closed, Shen Yingsi pressed the person against the wall behind him, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and said in a hoarse voice, "There's no one else here. Don't pretend to hate me. You miss me too, right? You want to kiss me too, don't you?"

"I miss you so much, I miss you so much..."

As she spoke, she slowly moved her head closer, but Wen Li reached out to block her, and the kiss landed on the back of her hand.

Is that all you have on your mind?

Shen Yingsi stared straight at her with his wet eyes. "Yes, these are all I can think about right now."

“But I don’t want to, I hate you,” she said coldly.

"I know."

I know you're lying.

After saying this, Shen Yingsi pried her hands off and forcefully kissed her lips. Wen Li struggled to leave, but then heard him say pitifully, "I don't know when we'll see each other again, please."

Next time? Will they ever have a next time?

She hesitated for a moment, but her tightly clenched teeth were quickly pried open and penetrated deeply, so forcefully that she was not allowed to back down or refuse.

Having not seen each other for so long, they were so familiar with each other's bodies and reactions.

In the dilapidated, unassuming little house, only the sound of two people breathing heavily could be heard.

Wen Li found it hard to stay awake in his arms; she couldn't lie to herself.

She missed him terribly, so much, but...

Wen Li regained consciousness, pushed him away forcefully, and stared into his eyes.

"Do you want to be my male concubine? Too bad I'm already tired of you."

After saying that, she disappeared before his eyes.

Shen Yingsi's hands remained in the embrace, and it seemed as if her breath was still lingering around his nose. It took him a long time to react as if he remained motionless like that.

He casually sat down against the wall, his fingertips touching his lips.

"Is he just leaving like that? Not even a little longer. Will there be a next time?"

……

Ignoring where Jiuying was, Wen Li ran off to a deserted place.

So annoying! So annoying!

Wen Li's heart was in turmoil. He knew he shouldn't have any more involvement with her, and he should hate her.

She had had enough of this story, and she had had enough of this world!

This world might be a complete illusion! What novel! What protagonist! What mission! And the Demon Lord's memories spanning tens of thousands of years!

Everything was driving her almost crazy!

Nine years ago, she began to gradually awaken memories of the Demon Lord, her birth and destruction, her feelings, obsessions, and the pain of being imprisoned in the eighteenth level of hell, where raging fire slowly gnawed at her soul.

For ten thousand years she talked to herself, lonely and desolate. More than anyone else in the Three Realms, she wished she could die sooner. She could endure the pain, but she could not bear the loneliness.

The Three Realms had long believed that she had completely vanished.

More than a thousand years ago, a small, impoverished sect found the magical artifact, Flower Rain. Out of selfishness, they did not hand it over to a major sect for destruction.

That's the Rain of Flowers, a demonic artifact capable of intimidating the three realms, and even a divine artifact with boundless magical power. For nearly ten thousand years, various sects, demons, and even immortals and gods have been searching for it. How could a small sect like theirs possibly have the chance to see it, let alone possess it? Although they cannot use the Rain of Flowers, as long as it's in their hands, it's theirs.

This dilapidated little sect is known for its petty theft and lack of education. They consistently rank last in the sect competition, and even the larger sects look down on them.

Unfortunately, they were weak but had a knack for causing trouble. One day, their enemies came knocking, and the sect was massacred. The sect leader and elders fled with their families to a mountain cave, but their enemies outside were still relentlessly pursuing them.

Seeing that their sect was about to be wiped out, the sect leader used the connection between Hua Yu and the Demon Lord to attempt to summon the Demon Lord using forbidden techniques, hoping that the Demon Lord in hell was still alive so that they could use the Demon Lord's power to deal with their enemies.

I had no hope, after all, the Demon Lord had been destroyed tens of thousands of years ago, and his soul had long since dissipated, imprisoned in the eighteenth level of hell.

Imprisoned for tens of thousands of years, her soul, which should have been immortal, was devoured in hell until only a remnant remained. Sensing the call of the flower rain above, she used its power to come to the human world, thinking that demons had come to rescue her.

Upon closer inspection, they discovered it was a group of cultivators. The Demon Lord reluctantly selected a body from among these summoned individuals and forcibly possessed it.

Looking at the scene inside the cave, she clearly realized that she was not dead, she was still alive, and she had not died in pain and loneliness.

Unfortunately, this physical body was not a good match for her. Her soul was too damaged and might even have completely dissipated. She wanted a body that truly belonged to her and a complete soul.

It was this small sect that took the initiative to summon the Demon Lord with the rain of flowers, but what happens next is beyond their control.