The Hero of a Cool Novel? I, the Villain, Will Kill You!

189: If it weren’t for you, how could I have ended up like this?He lowered his head and bowed, his actions as humble as a reed in the wind, ”Greetings, Divine Lord Wang. Please be magnanimous and don’t bother with a Junior like me.”

Gu Junan’s voice carried an imperceptible tremor, as if every word was a signal of survival squeezed from between his teeth.

”Bang, bang, bang!”

He quickly kowtowed, the sound of his forehead hitting the ground echoing in front of the silent Bone Demon Palace, like a humble sacrificial melody.

Each kowtow carried a complete self-abandonment, as if to utterly shatter the proud Gu Junan of the past before reality.

Then, he looked up, secretly observing Wang Qing’s expression.

When he caught the faint indifference, rather than anger, in Wang Qing’s eyes,

his taut shoulders relaxed slightly, and a breath he had held for a long time finally slowly exhaled from deep within his lungs.

This breath, warm with body heat, condensed into a white mist in the cold air, then vanished without a trace.

He Chen, Shui Ronghua, and the others, seeing this, all wiped the sneers from their faces.

A subtle silence spread among them; they exchanged glances, not of mockery, but of shock and awe at such extreme humiliation... How many times must a person experience despair to grind their dignity into such fine powder?

”Divine Lord Wang, since you are not angry, I wonder if you could order the Ten Thousand Demon Master to release my confidantes.”

Gu Junan saw Wang Qing’s silence, and his mustered courage was like a flickering candle in the wind, weak but stubbornly burning.

His fingers unconsciously dug into his palms, and the beads of blood mixed with dirt to form dark red bruises.

”Your confidantes were captured by the Ten Thousand Demon Master; it has nothing to do with me.”

However, Wang Qing sneered, his laughter like an ice pick scratching through the Void Realm, harsh and piercing.

He flicked his sleeve, bringing a chill, as if casually tossing Gu Junan’s plea into nothingness:

”If you want to rescue your confidantes, why don’t you ask the Ten Thousand Demon Master yourself if he agrees!”

With that said.

Wang Qing walked to the side, raised his hand to summon a throne wreathed in black mist, and sat steadily in front of the Bone Demon Palace entrance.

He was like an indifferent spectator, ready to enjoy a tragedy that was already destined.

Wan Luokuang, seeing that Wang Qing would not interfere, his grin almost tore to his earlobes, revealing an exceedingly evil smile.

He reached out and roughly pulled Fang Lan into his arms, his fingers clamping her shoulder blades like iron tongs, asserting his unquestionable ownership.

He asked Fang Lan, deliberately raising his voice to ensure every word pierced Gu Junan’s ears like a needle: ”Do you know Gu Junan?”

Fang Lan did not struggle in Wan Luokuang’s embrace.

Her body was like a Puppet from which the Soul had been drawn, only a fleeting pain in her eyes proving she was still breathing.

She looked at Gu Junan, who was still kneeling, a faint ripple first passing through her eyes, then freezing into ten-thousand-year-old ice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

”I... don’t... know... him!”

The three simple words were spoken.

Each word was like flesh torn from her heart, falling to the ground with scorching heat, turning to ice.

Fang Lan no longer looked at Gu Junan.

As she turned, her robes fluttered, drawing a resolute arc, as if to sever the entanglement of countless years.

It wasn’t that she was heartless; it was just that Gu Junan was truly useless.

Her memories had been steeped in the darkness of the Demon Realm for too long, already fermenting into a bitter poison.

She and Gu Junan’s other confidantes had been captured by Wan Luokuang and brought to the Demon Realm.

Gu Junan’s other confidantes were casually toyed with by disgusting Demon Race creatures like broken objects, struggling in a quagmire of humiliation every day.

And hundreds of thousands of years had passed, yet Gu Junan had not only failed to rescue them.

Now he appeared in such a humble, dust-like posture, completely crushing the last bit of hope in her heart.

She only considered herself blind in the past, and the vows of eternal love made in her youth.

Now, in retrospect, they were nothing more than self-deceiving ramblings.

Gu Junan, on the other hand, was stunned, his pupils contracting violently, as if frozen by sudden cold.

”Fang Lan, what... what are you saying?”

”I abandoned all my dignity, finally came to the Demon Realm to plead for you and my other confidantes, and now you say you don’t know me?”

His voice was broken and hoarse, his throat as if cut by an invisible blade.

”Hmph, if it weren’t for you, how would I and your other confidantes have suffered such a fate, becoming playthings for others?”

Fang Lan’s voice was heartbreaking, every word like blood and tears vomited from her lungs, carrying burning hatred.

”Wan Luokuang, kill him. I am willing to Dual Cultivation with you to increase my cultivation.”

She stared directly into Wan Luokuang’s eyes, a nearly insane sense of sacrifice burning in her pupils.

As long as she could end this nightmare, she was willing to make any pact with the devil.

The others, seeing her like this, did not feel any sympathy.

Their silence was more like an acquiescence; in the face of absolute power, emotional entanglements seemed so pale and ridiculous.

Because Wan Luokuang treated Fang Lan fairly well; that ’fairly well’ brought by tyrannical power was like a crumb of charity in a golden cage.

Though not free, it was enough to give the world-weary Fang Lan the illusion of dependence.

Upon hearing such heartless words, Gu Junan’s vision went dark, and his body swayed, as if struck in the chest by an invisible heavy hammer; the entire world twisted and spun before his eyes.

He barely managed to steady himself, but his Soul seemed to have been extracted, leaving only an empty shell kneeling on the spot.

Wan Luokuang rubbed his hands, his knuckles cracking, like the sound of a venomous snake flicking its tongue before striking.

Devilish Qi surged around him, condensing into a black claw, hovering above Gu Junan’s head, ready to end Gu Junan’s life.

Suddenly, a childish voice came from afar: ”Daddy, Mommy... what are you doing!”

The voice was as clear as jade beads falling on a plate, instantly shattering the tense atmosphere.

Immediately after.

A sturdy little boy, barefoot, ran over.

His rosy cheeks were like ripe apples, and his large eyes were so clear they could reflect the rare starlight of the Demon Realm.

He ran to the front of the Bone Demon Palace, his little feet making soft pattering sounds on the cold ground, circling Fang Lan and Wan Luokuang.

His small hand tugged at Fang Lan’s clothes, curiously looking at everyone.

”This is the child Fang Lan bore for the Ten Thousand Demon Master? How cute!”

He Chen and Shui Ronghua couldn’t help but smile knowingly.

A rare softness appeared on their taut faces, their gazes unconsciously following the lively figure of the little boy.

The others were the same; their gazes all fell on the little boy, and the frozen air in front of the palace seemed to quietly disappear with the child’s arrival.

As for Wang Qing, he didn’t pay much attention to the appearance of the little boy.

His gaze passed over everyone, looking towards the Void Realm, as if peering through the gloomy clouds of the Demon Realm, gazing at some distant future... Would the life he would conceive with Mu Bingxuan be as pure and flawless as this child before him?