How could he be the devil

Chapter 115 The Princess Dies
My father said, people, you have to wait until you lose to understand what is the best and what is most important to you.

He used to love his mother, but he didn't love her wholeheartedly.

This does not mean that the father is a playboy, nor has he ever loved or been with anyone else.

However, in father's heart, there are many more important things than mother, such as his identity and status, and the glory and respect of the Celestial Clan.

It wasn't until after losing his mother that his father realized how small he was.

People are always insignificant, even if they reach the level of Tianjun, they are still insignificant.

Little love or big love, which one is the real love?
The emperor always has a lot of worries, but the emperor also has feelings, and he also has a lover.

After my mother died, my father changed completely.

It was also after that that his father began to dote on Yingxiao.

Yingxiao realized that she began to recall the past again and again, and was getting closer and closer to her birth.

Perhaps when she recalled the moment she was born, her fate should have been cut off.

Ling Shuang called her over and over again, "Your Highness, Your Highness..."

But Yingxiao felt that her head was in a daze and her ears were buzzing, as if she couldn't hear anything clearly.

She really wanted to hug Ling Shuang, but she couldn't move at all, only that fragile hand was still held by Ling Shuang, covering his face.

Ying Xiao looked at the pair of beautiful eyes in front of her that had become moist with tears, she felt a little distressed, and wanted to wipe his tears away, but she couldn't.

"Don't cry..." she murmured softly.

But this sentence not only didn't make Ling Shuang stop crying, but even more sobbing.

Ying Xiao had never seen Ling Shuang like this before, she was very fragile, unbelievably fragile.

She knew that Ling Shuang was a very strong person, he liked to pretend, he liked to act like he could stand upright.

Therefore, Ling Shuang never cries on any bad occasions, let alone show weakness.

Ling Shuang lowered her head and kissed Yingxiao's bloody lips, "Your Highness, live well for me, okay?"

When Ling Shuang uttered these words, she broke off four or five times before she could complete her words.

The way he was belching and talking was really distressing, and it was completely different from his usual strong image.

Such Ling Shuang, with a kind of broken and pitiful, makes people feel distressed.

Yingxiao seemed to be comforting him, as if hugging him, telling him that she would always be with him and not let him be wronged.

However, such a small wish has been completely out of reach.

"Your Highness, don't die, Your Highness." Ling Shuang called her over and over again, as if in a daze.

But Yingxiao's consciousness became more and more blurred, and she was even a little not sober.

Thoughts have begun to wander, and only memories emerge in Yingxiao's mind.

Until the arms of the man in his arms dropped, Ling Shuang stopped in a trance, his eyes widened, "Your Highness...Your Highness!!!"

Ling Shuang's voice was hoarse and low, as if it came from the depths of the internal organs.

This sound startled the birds in the forest, maybe Ling Shuang would be discovered by the demon soldiers in the next moment, but he couldn't think so much anymore.

He doesn't want to think about anything now.

Ling Shuang tilted her body and fell to the ground, still holding tightly in her arms the corpse that had not breathed for a long time.

Yingxiao's face was pale and bloodless, except for the redness around her lips due to the blood sprayed out earlier.

Ling Shuang seemed to have gone crazy, and gently wiped the blood on Yingxiao's cheeks.

The tears in the eyes seemed to have no end, and they kept gushing out.

He hasn't cried for a long time, and there is nothing worth crying for for a long time.

Ling Shuang never felt that Ying Xiao was an important person to him, he only regarded Ying Xiao as a tool, a tool to take revenge on Ling Yunle.

There is no need to give affection to tools, so Ling Shuang doesn't bother to have any extra affection for them.

Obviously he has always thought so, and obviously his thoughts have never changed.

But why, when Yingxiao died, his heart hurts so much?

In the huge Tiangong, in the vast world, no one has ever loved him, only Yingxiao.

She loves him, and he knows she loves him.

But he doesn't care!
Since you don't care, why do you still feel sad, why are you so helpless?
Ling Shuang closed her eyes weakly, and hugged the girl in her arms a little tighter.

What is he doing all this for?
In order to prove to his father that he is better than Ling Yunle, is he more worthy of being a demon king?

But that father never looked at him once, and never loved him.

He is just for this family relationship, for the father he loves, for his father's affirmation, and for becoming a person worthy of being loved.

Step by step, step by step to the present.

But when Ling Shuang looked back now, she felt that she was ridiculous.

A person who never cared about him, even if that person is still alive, what can he do for all the efforts he has made?

Will his father affirm him?Or call him a shameless beast, a white-eyed wolf?

Ling Shuang felt that she was wrong, completely wrong.

Everything he did was wrong.

From the very beginning, he shouldn't have regarded the father's love, which didn't exist at all, as the reason for him to live.

If he didn't look forward to something that didn't belong to him at all, maybe he wouldn't envy Ling Yunle, if he didn't envy Ling Yunle, he wouldn't presumptuously want to get close to Ling Yunle.

Everything is always wrong.

He loves his father, but in the wrong way.

He doesn't love Yingxiao, but it's wrong not to love her.

It's not that Ling Shuang doesn't love, he just... dare not love, doesn't know how to love!

The injury he received from his father was too heavy, so heavy that it hurt even to breathe.

But that experience left a deep mark on his heart.

As he grew older, this imprint buried hatred in his bones.

He hated his father, but only this hatred supported him.

But he was blinded by these hatreds, and he couldn't see Yingxiao's kindness to him and how much he cherished him.

There are obviously better people by his side, why should he cling to those past hatreds?
"I'm sorry, Yingxiao, I'm sorry..."

This was the first time Ling Shuang called Ying Xiao's name.

He always called her His Highness politely and approached her, every expression and every movement was purposeful.

Perhaps the hatred in his heart was too strong, so strong that he hated everyone.

He hated not only his father, but the stairs he had climbed.

He hates everyone who has been used by him.

Those women, each one disgusting, looked at him with the most contemptuous eyes and did the most disgusting things to him.

Ling Shuang has long been used to it, so he hates it even more, and he resents it even more.

Only Yingxiao is different.

She is Her Royal Highness the Princess, and she has never overstepped her love for him.

For more than 200 years, Yingxiao has not forced him to do anything he doesn't like even once.

On the contrary, she always tried her best to give him the best she had.

Ling Shuang was overwhelmed by these things, he just felt that these were all for granted.

She loves him, so she treats him well, and he doesn't love her, so he accepts her kindness as it should.

Because you don't love, you don't have to feel guilty, and you will always be so fearless when you reach out.

Obviously she was the one who was raised and raised, but she treated him as a treasure.

"Yingxiao...look at me, I know I'm wrong..."

I really know I'm wrong...

Ling Shuang lay beside the black mud for three full days, and on the fourth day, the search soldiers sent by Tianjun found the bodies of Ling Shuang and Yingxiao.

Even in late autumn, the corpses can't be stored for long.

When the heavenly soldiers found the two, Yingxiao had already rotted, and the stench of corruption could be smelled even if they were far away.

But Ling Shuang's eyes were open, as if she was also dead, she was sluggish and motionless.

The Heavenly Soldiers brought the corpses of Ling Shuang and Her Highness Princess back to the Heavenly Palace.

When everyone pulled Yingxiao's body away from Ling Shuang's arms, Ling Shuang broke down and roared, but he was like a thin wild dog that couldn't make waves.

He was thrown on the ground, his body hit the ground heavily, and the pain didn't make him feel any extra emotion.

Ling Shuang just collapsed, knelt on the ground, and begged: "Don't take her away, please, please, give her back to me, give her back to me...give her back..."

She didn't speak for three days, Ling Shuang's voice was completely hoarse, like the sound of cloth being torn, it was very unpleasant.

In the eyes of the Celestial Clan, Ling Shuang is just a guest of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Without Her Royal Highness, Ling Shuang is nothing, and no one cares about his life or death.

Several heavenly soldiers kicked Ling Shuang severely.

He didn't give up until he fell to the ground and couldn't cry anymore.

They took away Yingxiao's body, and someone dragged Ling Shuang into the dungeon.

Although Her Royal Highness was not killed by Ling Shuang, she definitely cannot escape her relationship with him.

Tianbing can only report this matter to Tianjun, and then make plans.

Yingxiao's body was carried into the Tianjun Hall, and the hall was lifeless.

His Majesty Tianjun, who was sitting in a high position, stood up almost uncontrollably when he saw his daughter's body, and his whole body tilted, as if he was about to faint.

The fairy beside him hurriedly stepped forward to help, but was stopped by Tianjun raising his hand.

He stared fixedly at His Highness's dirty corpse, and that face was clearly that of his daughter Yingxiao.

However, in just a few days, how did the lively and cheerful daughter he loves the most become what he is now?
Tianjun walked down from the hall slowly, each step was very heavy, as if carrying a heavy object on his body, it was extremely difficult.

Walking down the hall, Tianjun hugged his daughter's body from Tianbing's hands. He suppressed the pain in his heart and waved his hands, "Everyone go down, all back down!"

Although this sentence still has a majesty, it is difficult not to hear the fragility in his words.

Soon, everyone retreated one after another, leaving only Tianjun father and daughter in the empty hall.

Tianjun hugged his daughter, his eyes became moist.

He knelt on the ground weakly, hugged Yingxiao's body tightly, and cried silently.

His daughter, his only daughter, his most beloved daughter, just disappeared without a word!

"Ye Lan, I'm sorry for you, I can't even protect our only daughter, it's all my fault, Ye Lan, I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for my daughter..." Tianjun collapsed like a child who has done something wrong crying.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, Tianjun took Yingxiao's body back to her room.

He put his daughter on the small pink couch, and gently covered her with the quilt.

Sitting in front of the couch, Tianjun patted Yingxiao's back lightly, as if she was coaxing her to sleep when she was a child.

"Xiaoxiao, go to sleep, you will get better after you sleep, my father will watch over you here, when you wake up, my father will take you to Yichongtian to buy candy. You don't like Fangruoge's candy the most. Human? Father will buy you one of everything, and we can eat as much as we can at one time." Tianjun said in a deep voice.

But as he was talking, tears began to appear in his eyes again, Tianjun stopped his hands in a breakdown, raised his head, and tried his best not to let his tears fall.

He sighed, "Xiaoxiao, don't scare father anymore. Father is getting old and can't bear your scaring. Wake up quickly, wake up!"

The body that responded to him was still silent.

The corpse lay in the princess hall for ten days, and Tianjun stayed with the princess in the princess hall for ten days.

The pain of losing his wife has slowly dissipated over the past few hundred years.

But Tianjun didn't expect that there would be such a day when a white-haired man sent a black-haired man, and he would lose his only daughter.

The pain of losing his daughter, together with the pain of losing his wife, surged up together, like a volcanic eruption, bursting out all at once, constantly crushing Tianjun's reason.

What should I do to bring my daughter back to life?

Tianjun really wanted to rush into Hades to get back Yingxiao's soul.

However, since ancient times, the underworld and the heavenly clan have not violated the river water.

Not to mention that he alone cannot attack the underworld, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, even if he consumes the entire force of the Celestial Clan.

Ten days later, the rancid smell in the Princess Palace has spread, echoing throughout the Heavenly Palace.

Several respected elders of the Celestial Clan were entrusted with important tasks and came to persuade His Majesty Tianjun, but Tianjun couldn't listen to a word.

I know someone said: "Your Majesty, the Princess can't just die like this. What Your Majesty should do now is to let the Princess rest in peace and avenge the Princess!"

These words seemed to wake up the dreamer, and let Tianjun wake up.

Yes, the murderer who killed his daughter hasn't paid the price yet, and he shouldn't be so depressed.

Under the repeated persuasion of the elders, Tianjun finally agreed to bury the body of His Highness the Princess.

Yingxiao was cremated, and her ashes were scattered in the boundless sea.

This is the highest burial method among the Celestial Clan, and other than Tianjun, others cannot and should not enjoy it.

But Tianjun insisted on this, and even threatened in public that if Her Royal Highness could not be buried in the boundless sea, then he, the Tianjun, would not have to be buried there after his death.

(End of this chapter)