Chapter 820: I’m Scared, My Lord
The Soul Collecting Bracelet turned into a huge bag which swallowed up the mountain rock that was on the shelf.
“Come back.”
Gu Bailu put away the Soul Collecting Bracelet and smiled in satisfaction.
The Demon King was indeed a good father. He had given her such a great treasure and hadn’t guarded against her at all.
Soon, there was the sound of fighting outside, and a familiar, low male voice rang out. “Give me Lulu!”
“Why should I give my daughter to you? Do you think you’re still the Heavenly Emperor?” The Demon King’s voice was full of provocation. “With your current strength, it’s impossible for you to take her away.”
Feng Qingtian didn’t waste any more time. He summoned the Soul Separation Sword and attacked him.
The Soul Separation Sword was made of cold iron from Heavenly Palace Cliff.
Once the sword recognized its master, it would follow him even when he turned around.
The Demon King’s face changed slightly when he saw the Soul Separation Sword. He hurriedly dodged the attack. “Everyone, attack.”
He summoned his soldiers to attack Feng Qingtian together.
Of course, Feng Qingtian hadn’t come on his own. His Dark Army was made up of humans, but he had long trained them to be like demons.
Gu Bailu shouted, “My lord, I’m inside! Help me! I’m scared!”
Feng Qingtian’s eyes grew even colder. Lulu never cried out in fear. What had the d.a.m.n Demon King done to her?
Feng Qingtian wasn’t in the mood to fight the Demon King anymore. He teleported to the door and wondered why there wasn’t a barrier.
Even though he was puzzled, he didn’t plan to mull over it. Even if there was a fire pit in front of him, he would jump in as long as Gu Bailu was inside.
He kicked the door open and charged in, only to see Gu Bailu tied to the bed. Her hands and feet were red, and the gold ropes pierced into her flesh, causing her to bleed.
Feng Qingtian rushed forward. “I’m late.”
He cut the ropes with the Soul Separation Sword.
The Demon King immediately followed him and ordered, “Set up a barrier. Close all the doors.”
Gu Bailu lay on the bed and looked at Feng Qingtian quietly.
His beautiful eyes were full of heartache, as if he was the one who had been tied up.
He had a face that could charm the world, but he had a bad temper. He was domineering and fierce, and whatever he set his mind on, he was stubborn and overbearing in getting it.
But he had a soft heart. In front of her, he could give up his life as long as she was by his side.
It was an intense and suffocating love, but what could she do? It seemed she had become used to and even addicted to it.
“Does it hurt?” Feng Qingtian held her hands. “It’ll feel better after I blow on them.”
Gu Bailu nestled in his arms. “It doesn’t hurt. They’re small injuries. They don’t hurt as much as when I stabbed you in our previous life.”
Feng Qingtian rubbed her head. “What are you talking about, silly girl? I’ll take you back.”
Holding Gu Bailu in his arms, he stood up and was about to leave, only to discover that the outside of the house was surrounded by multiple barriers of the Demon Realm.
He looked at the Demon King. “Demon King, have you been living too comfortably all these years? Are you courting death?”
The Demon King roared with laughter. “Heavenly Emperor, how dare you talk to me like that. You’re just a human being. You haven’t even inherited the throne yet.”
Feng Qingtian put Gu Bailu down. “Hold on for a moment. I’ll finish him off.”