âHAHAHA!â Though heâs laughing, Keeper Lingâs tone nevertheless gave off a creepy chill thatâs unfitting to his style, âLittle girl, your parents have done too many evil things in their life, and now we are merely trying to help you because only you can gain redemption for your parents.â
The old fella knows full well Di Cang didnât have the strength to stop himself anymore, but.... heâs a member of the Celestial Palace, an institution of the highest moral standard. Even if he takes a life, he wants to make sure the other side understand why they are dying. Itâs his ethical standard.
Showing an irritated face: âMy father and mother have done nothing bad, itâs you people who wonât let them go and kept pestering them.â
She wonât allow others to bad mouth her parents, thatâs the demon princessâs standard!
Continuing to smirk in a sly fashion: âItâs not up to you to decide if theyâve done bad or not, itâs me who decides it. Of course, if you are willing to contribute your blood and save the lady next to me, I will naturally forgive your parents for all their past mistakes.â
Treating Yun Ruo Xi with the fox blood wasnât an overnight feat, itâs a long-term project that requires constant showering. Meaning until the baby girl across from himself bleeds the last drop of blood, it wonât be enough for him. Furthermore, this grumpy Keeper already seen the healing function of the fox girlâs blood just now when used on the demon king, thus reaffirming his belief of the treatmentâs viability.
âSo you refused to let me go because of my blood? If thatâs the case then why didnât you say so?â Di Ling Yanâs childish and surprised sounding voice causes Winger to be puzzled from the back.
On the way here, heâs told the princess on what these crooks from the Celestial Palace wanted so it didnât make sense on why sheâs being so surprised like she didnât know. Obviously itâs an act, but why?
âIâll just give you my blood. I hate to have you people constantly hounding me because of that reasoning.â Despite the pure and innocent words of the baby princess, Di Ling Yanâs complexion was as white as it would come for someone thatâs about to have her blood drained.
âPrincess!â Wingerâs heart began to pick up as he pulled the princess behind himself in a protective manner: âBelieve in me Your Highness, I can protect you... and the Demon Realm.â
Last time, he only managed to get away with only being injured because he retracted his own aura right away, thus sustaining a severe but not life-threatening injury. However, if he were to take this battle today and release his full might to fight, then its without a doubt those hunting him would let loose the full might of that lightning. By then, its likely he wonât survive the ordeal....
Slowly closing his eyes, Wingerâs expression gradually becomes firm, and by the time he opened them again, thereâs determination and strength.
For the sake of Her Royal Highness...
For the queen and the Demon Realm....
So what if those people find out? These two are the ones I most want to protect....
Even she has forgotten me, I wonât regret it!
âUncle Winger.â Its at this moment when the bird manâs about to release his all and step into the realm of no return, Di Ling Yanâs crisp clear voice cuts in and interrupts the act: âBelieve in me Uncle Winger. I am a princess of the Demon Realm. Sacrificing myself for the sake of my home is expected and only right.â
Thereâs no brightness in the girlâs smile anymore, only the sternness of someone ready to meet their end when she pulled out a random bowl from somewhere. Itâs what she intends to use to hold her blood thatâs dripping from the finger right now.