How could he be the devil

Chapter 114

Every time Xiao Chengying saw his happy face, she felt that no matter what she did, it was worth it.

Xiao Chengying shook her head, standing in the rear camp of the demon army, looking at Ling Yunle who was dispatching troops in front, all the thoughts just now were driven out of her mind.

It has to be said that the calm and calm Ling Yunle now has a more special charm than before.

This kid looks serious... he's actually quite handsome.

Ling Yunle has a good skin, and thanks to this good skin, Xiao Chengying can forgive all his stinky problems.

Xiao Chengying has always held Ling Yunle in his hands, which is very similar to Ling Yunle's grumpy father.

The original Ling Yunle, no matter in terms of appearance or temperament, was like a delicate flower.

Xiao Chengying glanced past Ling Yunle, and saw Ling Shuang in the opponent's camp from a distance.

She thought, maybe it's because Ling Shuang is too strong, unlike Ling Yunle, who is delicate and good at inviting pets.

Therefore, Ling Yunle should be more favored.

There is a saying in the world, children who cry have candy.

Ling Yunle is not only capable of crying, but also capable of crying tricks. She will try her best to make you do what he wants.

But Ling Shuang is different, he is always compromising, whether it is to his father or to himself.

Ling Shuang always felt that as long as she was more obedient, maybe her father would love her more.

As long as he can prove himself, Dad will know who is the best.

But the closest people don't need to fight so hard to snatch them, they often only need a little weakness and a little coquettishness.

Xiao Chengying sighed helplessly, feeling a little sorry for Ling Shuang.

If Ling Shuang could act like a spoiled child to his father like Ling Yunle back then, perhaps things would not have developed to this point.

But there is no regret medicine for everything.

Ling Yunle was fighting among the crowd, he was fighting almost by himself.

The devilish energy in his body can weaken the morale of the local area and fuel our arrogance.

But the only thing that worries Xiao Chengying is that this time Ling Shuang and Yingxiao brought dozens of times more people than last time.

It is very difficult to win more with less, not to mention that no matter which side is defeated, there will be countless casualties.

Blood was spilled on the ground and on everyone's face.

Xiao Chengying was really not used to having blood on Ling Yunle's body.

Such a difficult fight for a little flower made Xiao Chengying feel a little heartbroken.

The battle lasted three days and three nights.

Ling Yunle's devilish energy gradually weakened, but the Celestial Clan was not much better, and neither side gave way to the other.

By the fourth day, it had already fallen to the point where all trees and trees were soldiers, and Xiao Chengying, Ling Shuang, Yingxiao and others also joined the battlefield.

Naturally, Ling Shuang had no good intentions and was not capable enough, so she thought of using some vicious means to catch Xiao Chengying and blackmail Ling Yunle once.

But with the previous experience, of course Ling Yunle would not let Xiao Chengying fight alone, her eyes followed Xiao Chengying almost all the time.

So, when Ling Shuang slapped Xiao Chengying from behind, Ling Yunle slapped Ling Shuang flying.

Ling Shuang planned to strike again after missing a blow, and now Ling Yunle was really annoyed. Regardless of the pain of being cut on his arm, he flew over and slapped Ling Shuang straight.

Ling Yunle's palm used a full [-]% strength, it was clearly intended to put Ling Shuang to death.

Although Ling Shuang's death was not a pity, Xiao Chengying's heart still tightened.

Brothers killing each other is not always a good scene.

But that palm didn't hit Ling Shuang, but was blocked by Ying Xiao with her body, standing in front of Ling Shuang.

Ling Yunle's palm hit Yingxiao's vest, and a mouthful of thick blood gushed out from Yingxiao's mouth.

I saw that Yingxiao was like a doll, unable to withstand heavy injuries, and was frightened out by the palm wind.

Ling Shuang was crushed by the fallen body, and both of them fell to the ground hard.

Ying Xiao felt a little numb from the pain. She is Her Royal Highness, she has never suffered such pain, and she has hardly even been injured or bled.

But the smell of blood spread from the tip of Ling Shuang's nose.

The girl in front of her endured the pain in her body and wanted to get up, but she didn't have the strength.

Yingxiao's voice was so weak that she couldn't even open her eyes in pain, "I'm sorry, Ling Shuang."

Ling Shuang looked at the girl in front of him almost tremblingly, he wanted to speak, but he opened and closed his mouth, unable to utter a single word.

Ling Yunle ignored the two dogs in the water, and just grabbed Xiao Chengying's wrist, "How are you, are you injured?"

Xiao Chengying shook her head, "I'm fine."

She wiped off the blood on Ling Yunle's face, then turned her head to look at Ling Shuang and Ying Xiao, who had long since disappeared.

Xiao Chengying frowned, feeling a bad feeling in her heart.

With that palm just now, Ling Yunle missed Ling Shuang, but Yingxiao, Princess of the Celestial Clan.

You know, this princess of the Tianzu is the only daughter of Tianjun, a treasure in the palm and a jewel in the eye.

If Yingxiao died because of Ling Yunle, the matter would become even bigger, and the entire demon clan would be in danger of being wiped out.

Just as Xiao Chengying was in a trance, several heavenly soldiers stabbed at him with swords, and Ling Yunle kicked them out one by one.

Without the dispatch of generals, the soldiers of the Celestial Clan were like a piece of loose sand, and Ling Yunle almost wiped out the enemy in one fell swoop.

After winning the battle again and returning to the Demon Race, Xiao Chengying was full of worries.

At this moment, she doesn't know whether she should hope that the princess of the Tianzu will survive the catastrophe, or let the princess of the Tianzu die to avoid future troubles!
Ling Yunle saw her worries, and said: "It's a blessing, not a disaster. A disaster can't be avoided. Cheng Ying, we can only resign ourselves to fate now."

Yeah, what else could they do but resign themselves to fate?

This war again and again is not something they can control.

Even if Yingxiao survived, Ling Shuang would not let Yingxiao give up her idea of ​​attacking the demons.

Ling Shuang spent almost all the spiritual power in her body before finally leading Yingxiao to escape from the battlefield.

But his cultivation base is not high, and he can't run very far with Yingxiao.

Not to mention, the men sent by Ling Yunle to hunt down the two were right behind them, and Ling Shuang could even hear footsteps.

Yingxiao's breath was already very unstable, and she said intermittently: "Ling Shuang, let me go, leave me alone...you...run away by yourself!"

She was already very happy that he could take her away from the battlefield.

As long as he has the slightest intention to save her, Yingxiao feels that the slap is worth it.

Ling Shuang continued to run, panting and said: "Your Highness, don't talk, I will save you, I will definitely not let you die."

Not to mention Yingxiao, even Ling Shuang was shocked when she heard what she said.

He didn't know what his purpose was, maybe it was to use Yingxiao again in the future, maybe it was to keep a place in the Celestial Clan, or maybe...he just simply didn't want her to die.

Up until now, Ling Shuang couldn't figure it out clearly, and didn't want to spend time to figure it out. He only had one thought in his mind, not to let Ying Xiao die.

Ling Shuang jumped into the quagmire with Ying Xiao on her back, covered in mud and hid in it, only then escaped the pursuit of the demon soldiers.

After all the soldiers had left, Ling Shuang dragged Yingxiao ashore.

Ling Shuang put Yingxiao on the muddy bank and wiped the mud off her face, "How are you doing? Your Highness, hold on, I'll take you home."

However, Yingxiao couldn't hold on any longer, and it was very rare for her to be able to open her eyes at this moment.

Maybe Yingxiao just wanted to take another look at the person she loved the most before she died.

Yes, everyone has an inexplicable premonition about the time of their own death.

Ying Xiao could tell the weight of Ling Yunle's slap, and knew that she would die soon.

Now, she can still be with Ling Shuang.

If she can still die in Ling Shuang's arms, maybe this is her best destination.

Ying Xiao once read in a book that someone once said that he could see his past before he was dying, and that revolving memory would constantly appear in the mind of the dying person.

At this moment, all that comes to Yingxiao's mind are the little things about her getting along with Ling Shuang.

Is this the legendary revolving lantern?
Ying Xiao wasn't quite sure, but only Ling Shuang's face appeared in her head.

It wasn't until Ling Shuang called her again that she recovered from those memories, and Ling Shuang looked at each other.

She raised her hand and wanted to touch Ling Shuang's face, but she couldn't lift her arm at all, as if she had been crippled, and she had no strength in her whole body.

There was no way, Yingxiao raised her hand, but it fell in mid-air after all.

But Yingxiao's arm did not fall to the ground, but was caught by Ling Shuang instead.

This may be the only time Ling Shuang showed compassion and kindness to Yingxiao.

Even if it was just pitiful, Yingxiao felt happy.

After so many years of hard work, she is willing to do anything for Ling Shuang, so that at this moment, he can look at herself with any expression other than indifference?

Ying Xiao hooked her lips shallowly, the blood at the corner of her mouth was mixed with mud, she looked very embarrassed.

But Yingxiao couldn't see her own appearance, she could only see Ling Shuang, who was in the same embarrassment as herself.

Ling Shuang held Yingxiao's hand, and gently covered her dirty face, with a sad expression on Ling Shuang's face.

Yingxiao said: "Ling Shuang, do you know? I...I like you."

This nonsense remark made Ling Shuang, who had always been very indifferent and selfish, suddenly burst into tears. Tears spilled from her eyes and fell on the back of Yingxiao's hand.

That hot tear made Ying Xiao's heart feel hot.

He cried, he cried for her...

Ying Xiao was so moved, she was moved by herself.

She knew that she had told Ling Shuang that she liked her thousands of times, but every time she couldn't get his response.

He always dealt with her in a false and perfunctory tone, which made her feel physically and mentally exhausted and very painful.

Yingxiao's love is humble and unrequited.

Even though Ling Shuang gave an answer every time, Yingxiao knew very well that it was not sincere, and those false dialogues were like thorns in Yingxiao's heart, hurting Yingxiao's heart.

Even though she knew it was fake, she still loved her, and she knew that Ling Shuang was just perfunctory, but she still couldn't extricate herself.

In the past 200 years, Ying Xiao has long been unable to tell how much she loves Ling Shuang, and even feels that she has turned her love for Ling Shuang into a habit.

She is used to loving him, even if she can't get anything, she still wants to love him.

But in reality, what did she get?
My father once said that if you love someone, there may not be a response. As long as you are happy, as long as the person you love is happy, everything is good.

Her father is affectionate, so Yingxiao is also willing to believe in her father.

Love Ling Shuang even if there is no response, this is what her father taught her.

At this moment, when she was about to die, Yingxiao vaguely understood what her father meant.

Although Ling Shuang still doesn't love her, she is protecting her love with her own life.

Such feelings are precious, and she is very happy.

"I love you, Ling Shuang." She said again, but her voice was weaker and weaker than last time.

Ying Xiao knew that her time was running out.

Probably out of a desire to express all the admiration for the rest of her life, Yingxiao said over and over again: "I love you, Ling Shuang, I love you..."

Each word, every sound, became weaker and weaker, more and more silent.

Ling Shuang was already sobbing.

This is the first time Yingxiao sees Ling Shuang crying, and she is crying for her, she is so happy.

"Your Highness, don't die, I beg you not to die, I won't take revenge, I don't want demons anymore, you get better, as long as you get better, I will marry you, I will marry you, I will marry you..." He cried Shouting loudly.

However, even though Ling Shuang mobilized all the spiritual power in her body, she couldn't lead Ying Xiaofei back to the Heavenly Palace.

He knelt and sat helplessly, letting Yingxiao lean into his arms.

Ling Shuang understood that Yingxiao's life was coming to an end, and he could not save her.

He has never been so helpless as he is now.

Ying Xiao had a gratifying smile on her face, "Ling Shuang, do you... even for a moment... like me...a little bit?"

Ling Shuang shouted, "I love you, Your Highness, I love you, I really love you, I have always loved you, I just... I just..."

I'm just an idiot who can't tell what a favorite idiot is.

Growing up, no one taught me how to love someone. Everyone I met, who I once loved with all my strength, became someone I hated.

No one loves me, and all I have left is hypocrisy and hatred.

I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'm sorry, I really like you, even I don't know I like you.

No matter how much I deny it, no matter how much I refuse, I still love you.

Ling Shuang wanted to tell Yingxiao all these words, and wanted her to live a good life for herself, but he was sobbing so hard that he couldn't say a word.

Ying Xiao was already very happy.

Nothing else matters to her, as long as Ling Shuang says she likes her, she will be very happy, let alone words like I love you.

Ying Xiao didn't want to die either, she really didn't want to die.

She finally got Ling Shuang's affirmation, she didn't want to die like this.

But what can she do?

(End of this chapter)