The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 32 Who do you want alive?
  At this time, Nanchang Yue suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming from behind, turned around quickly, and saw a dark shadow flashing past.

The black shadow was so fast that Nanchang Yue could not avoid it. He was hit hard on the back shoulder and blood spurted out.

Nanchang's eyes widened, and he saw the face of the sneak attacker clearly, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.
  "you?"

Nanchang Yue, the former lord of the Demon City and his former rival, thought he had killed him, but he didn't expect that he was still alive.

Looking at the demon cultivator in front of him, Nanchang Yue's heart rang with alarm bells. Did they join forces?

The demon cultivator looked at Nanchang Yue's painful expression and laughed loudly, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

Revealing a pair of deep black eyes,

"Yes, it's me."

"I heard that the Demon Lord is very happy today and I came here to congratulate you. I wonder if the Demon Lord is willing to reward you?"

The demon cultivator's voice was hoarse and low, making people shudder.

Nanchang Yue sneered,
  "There is no wedding wine, but there is a lot of poisonous wine. If you want to drink, I can treat you to drink as much as you want."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nanchang Yue raised his hand, and a powerful sword energy broke through the void and pointed directly at the demon cultivator.

The expression on Mo Xiu's face suddenly became a little strange, and he continued,
  "It's such a pity. I originally prepared a special gift for the Demon Lord, but now it seems that this gift is not to the Demon Lord's taste..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand to remove the barrier.

Suddenly, a biting cold light gathered in his palms, and the wind from his palms was like a sharp sword, rushing straight towards the two women on the high platform.

Nanchang Yue was still wondering why he didn't dodge, but when he saw the face of the woman on the high platform...

At that moment, Nanchang Yue's heart trembled suddenly, and his eyes were locked on the two of them.

"stop!"

He shouted to stop, with unconcealable panic and nervousness in his voice.

Once people have weaknesses, they are easily manipulated.

Nanchang knew more and more that his weak spot was on the high platform at this moment, and he took a deep breath.

"What do you want?"

He tried his best to suppress the anxiety in his heart, knowing that he could not take risks in this situation and must ensure Feng Ling's safety first.

The demon cultivator stopped at the critical moment and laughed loudly,

"I have long heard that the Demon Lord of the Demon City is a man who values ​​friendship, and when I saw him today, he truly lived up to his reputation..."

"It's just that I don't understand, which one of these two people is the newlywed lady that the Demon King really wants to marry?"

A trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he obviously planned to make Nanchang Yue taste a life worse than death.

After hearing this, Feng Ling also understood Mo Feiming's intention.

She knew what he wanted to do. This was an either-or situation. He wanted her to see Nanchang Yue's true face.

However, it also happened to do her a favor.

After all, this body's lifespan is about to run out, and her mission is about to be completed.

So, Feng Ling lowered her head and looked in the direction of Nanchang Yue, and happened to meet his eyes.

Her eyes were filled with fear and her face turned pale.

This made the hilt of the sword in Nanchang Yue's hand tighten slightly.

"What do you mean?"

When the demon cultivator heard this, he suddenly laughed loudly, and his laughter was full of ridicule.

Then, his face changed and his tone became extremely cold.

Pointing at Nanchang Yue, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a cruel smile.

"Your choice is your fate today."

The demon cultivator's voice was cold and ruthless,
  "Only one of them can survive. Tell me, who do you want to survive?"

Nanchang Yue's eyes were cold, and he looked directly at the demon cultivator without avoiding it.

"If you don't choose, then..."

The demon cultivator's smile became more cruel,
  "Then, let them all go see the King of Hell!"

Hearing this, Feng Qianqian's heart suddenly trembled. She looked up at Nanchang Yue, her eyes full of worry.

She was afraid that he would admit the wrong person, so she summoned up the courage to call out his name.

"A Yue..." Feng Qianqian's voice was weak and trembling.

Nanchang Yue did not make a choice immediately, not because he was hesitating, but because he had a life-and-death feud with this demon cultivator.

Neither of them can forgive the other easily.

As time went by, the demon cultivator gradually lost his patience, and a deep and strange expression appeared on his face.

He began to gather his murderous intent and prepared to attack. However, at this moment, Nanchang Yue shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Wait, I choose..."

The man looked in a certain direction without hesitation, then stretched out his arm and pointed at Feng Qianqian.

There was no expression on Nanchang Yue's face, only his eyes revealed a cold light:

"I choose...Feng Qianqian. Let her go."

When he heard this, Mo Feiming's first reaction was to look at Feng Ling.

However, Feng Qianqian just opened her eyes quietly, with a dazed expression. The black hair on the back of her head fluttered in the wind, covering her pale and weak face.

Mo Feiming clenched his fingers and said nothing.

Feng Ling should have seen Nanchang Yue's choice clearly now.

The more Nanchang likes Feng Qianqian, how could he choose another woman?
  Nanchang Yue also noticed Fengling's reaction, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

But he forced himself not to look at Feng Ling and just continued:

"I have made my choice, is it time for you to fulfill your promise?"

The demon cultivator's eyes were cold, staring straight at Feng Ling below.

The wind roared in his palm and instantly grabbed Feng Ling's throat. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said sarcastically:
  "Not urgent."

Nanchang Yue's face darkened, and his veins popped out when he saw Feng Ling being pinched.

Staring at the two people, a trace of nervousness flashed in his eyes.

Feng Ling's lips became paler. She was wearing a wedding dress, and the pendants in her ears were swaying in the wind.

Nanchang felt a pain in his heart. He resisted not to look at her sad expression and said coldly:

"She is just a stand-in. I have already seen through her and Mo Feiming's plan. All of this is to protect my beloved."

Feng Ling raised her tearful eyes and looked at Nanchang Yue, her eyes full of desolation and despair.

Nanchang's heart tightened, as if his heart was being pulled hard by silk threads, and he was almost suffocated by pain.

Nanchang Yue's voice became hoarse, and he tried his best to hide his emotions and prevent the other party from seeing any flaws.

"Let me ask you again, should you let him go?"

Hearing this, Mo Xiu sneered, suddenly threw Feng Ling aside, grabbed Feng Qianqian's shoulders tightly with both hands, and raised a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Of course, but before that, I want to know how far the Demon Lord can go for your sweetheart?"

Nanchang Yue's eyes were as cold as frost,

"What do you mean?"

"I want you to cut off your own arm. If you can do it, I will naturally keep my promise and let your sweetheart go."

Feng Qianqian, who was controlled by the demon cultivator, looked at Nanchang Yue in shock. She wanted to say something, but in the end she just called Nanchang Yue's name softly.

"A Yue..."

Nanchang Yue raised his right hand without hesitation and hit his arm hard.

Only the sound of broken bones was heard. His arm hung down weakly, and little drops of blood seeped out between his fingers.

Feng Qianqian's tears welled up in her eyes,

"Ah Yue, don't be like this..."

At this moment, Feng Qianqian finally understood how deep Nanchang Yue's feelings were for her.

Feng Qianqian, who originally wanted to change his mind by running away from the wedding, was filled with regret.

Without all of this, they might have a completely different life. It's all her fault, it's all her fault...

　The world ends tomorrow! ………

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)