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When Lang Ruo arrived outside the dungeon after receiving a report from his subordinate, he found Bai Xiao Tu's hand piercing through Hunting Wolf's chest. The strongest warrior of the Wolf Kingdom stared wide-eyed, unable to believe he would meet his end at the hands of the weakest rabbit.
This time, true terror gripped him.
Lang Ruo was shocked as he looked at Bai Xiao Tu, but she was no longer the same. Her face was a ghastly pale, her lips a blood-red hue, and her once flowing black hair had turned crimson, cascading behind her like a rushing river of blood. She still wore white garments, yet they could not conceal the aura of a demon that surrounded her.
Her once bright eyes were now a chilling red, as cold as stagnant water, glimmering with a bloodthirsty light.
The werewolves who had attempted to block her lay sprawled on the ground, and even the fierce werewolves dared not approach Bai Xiao Tu, who had become a demon.
Lang Ruo extended his hand and conjured a long knife, staring at Bai Xiao Tu as she walked slowly toward him. His eyes gradually closed as countless memories flashed through his mind like a rapid slideshow—memories shared between Lan Ruo and Bai Xiao Tu.
He needed the ruby to rescue his sealed father; he needed to conquer Snow Rabbit to prove his worth. Thus, he spread tales of Lan Ruo Monk’s omnipotence in the demon realm while transforming himself into the already illusory Lan Ruo to deceive others for the ruby and slaughter the Snow Rabbit Kingdom. Everything had gone according to his plan; however, he had not followed through with his original intention to eliminate Bai Xiao Tu completely—he merely imprisoned her.
The werewolves were merciless, yet even as their king, he could not control his own heart nor deny his feelings for Bai Xiao Tu.
His treatment of Bai Xiao Tu was a mix of truth and deception—not entirely false. What Lang Ruo did not anticipate was that during those few days and nights spent agonizing over how to deal with Bai Xiao Tu, she had completely broken down and transformed into a demon.
The once pure Bai Xiao Tu had been driven to this point by him.
A cold breath tinged with the scent of blood rushed toward him. When Lang Ruo opened his eyes again, Bai Xiao Tu was mere inches away from him. Her red eyes were right before him, yet they were hollow—no trace of him remained within them.
At that moment, Lang Ruo truly felt a pain in his chest, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at him.
“Bai Xiao Tu,” he called her softly.
She remained unmoved, her red lips parting slightly, “Kill!”
Her bloodied fingers pressed against his chest, while Lang Ruo’s blade rested against her abdomen.
As long as one of them acted, it would mean mutual destruction.
Lang Ruo smiled, a bitter smile: “Bai Xiao Tu, just live well.” He did not regret what he had done to the Snow Rabbit Kingdom or to Bai Xiao Tu; it was his mission. What he regretted was why he couldn’t recognize his feelings sooner.
Bai Xiao Tu’s fingers were pressed against his chest, mere inches from his heart. The rhythmic beating beneath her palm was a testament to the life force within him. She had once traversed mountains for someone’s life. A fleeting moment of confusion flashed in Bai Xiao Tu’s eyes.
Lang Ruo closed his eyes, maintaining his grip on the knife, surrendering to the inevitable.
All the werewolves held their breath, watching this scene unfold, unable to comprehend why their powerful wolf king was in such a submissive position.
However, the anticipated sting did not come; instead, there was a piercing sound—the blade slicing through fabric and flesh.
Lang Ruo quickly opened his eyes. Bai Xiao Tu held onto his knife with one hand, the tip piercing into her abdomen. He looked at Bai Xiao Tu in shock as blood and tears slowly streamed from her hollow eyes, cascading down her cheeks like broken pearls.
It was a heart-wrenching sight.
A sigh escaped Bai Xiao Tu’s lips; it was not a soul-wrenching scream but a very low sound, almost lost to the dust, yet filled with profound emotion. It was the deepest sorrow of a grieving soul, a lament against the injustice of heaven, and a helplessness at still feeling compassion for her enemy at this moment.
"From now on, I never want to see you again in this life or any other."
The words spoken by Bai Xiao Tu made Lang Ruo tremble uncontrollably. Her red eyes finally sparkled with light; her mind had regained clarity, but—
Bai Xiao Tu drew her knife, and almost simultaneously, a red glow enveloped her body. Her expressionless face, emaciated figure, and eyes devoid of emotion slowly transformed into that glow.
"No—" Lang Ruo exclaimed in horror, reaching out to grasp her, but only catching a handful of light. A gust of wind swept by, scattering the gathered glow in all directions until it vanished completely.
Lang Ruo stared blankly at the sky, trying to find even a trace of Bai Xiao Tu, but all he saw was the gray expanse above. He lowered his head to look at his empty palms.
Even if she had fallen into darkness, deep down in Bai Xiao Tu's heart, she still cared for him. Otherwise, why would she prefer to lose herself rather than harm him?
Lang Ruo clenched his fists, feeling heat surge up to his nose.
The crisis was over, the nightmare had ended, and the werewolves who had regained their lives were cheering. Yet when they turned to look at their wolf king, they found him with his head bowed and shoulders trembling. Was he… crying?
They were enemies, yet they were also those who cared for each other.
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