Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

At this moment, Yang Susu stood in front of the Demon Lord and shouted at Wuchuan who was already using his evil spirit.

"Father! I'm Su'er!"

"I am Wu Su!"

Tears welled up in Yang Susu's eyes as she looked at her father whom she was meeting for the first time.

She had seen her father's previous appearance in her uncle's afterlife mirror, and the father in front of her had completely changed.

He was very thin, with half of his head covered in white hair, like pure white snowflakes falling on his hair.

His face hadn't changed, but it seemed to have changed.

His face lacked the love for his mother and the compassion for the people of the world.

The black energy on his face was so inconsistent that she wanted to step forward and expel all the black energy from her father's body.

When she called out "father", Wuchuan, who was using his evil spirit in front of her, was obviously stunned.

The thick black mist in his eyes dissipated, as if something was about to break out of the ground, but it could never break through the barrier that imprisoned him.

He covered his head with his hands and wailed in pain, like a lost child, helpless, confused and in pain.

He stared at Yang Susu, muttering: "Su'er? Su'er..."

"Who is Su'er?"

"who am I?"

Then his eyes fell on his palms, which still had a hint of evil in them, and his pupils shrank.

"Who am I? Who am I?"

"Why did I become like this?"

"what……"

He uttered a cry, clenched his hands into fists, and hit himself on the head again and again.

Yang Susu wanted to rush forward to hug her father, hold his hand, and tell him that Su'er was his daughter.

He was Wuchuan, the god of war in heaven, but he took just one step forward when the Demon Lord grabbed his hand.

"Su'er! No!"

Because although Wuchuan was hesitant and helpless at this moment, the evil spirit emanating from him became even more intense.

Obviously, he could not fight against the dark evil energy that surrounded him with just his own strong will.

The evil god who was sitting on the evil chair with a leisurely look on his face has stood up.

"I have been corroded by evil spirits for thousands of years. I never thought that the word 'father' could still stir up thoughts deep in my soul!"

"Wuchuan, you are really a man who makes this god excited."

"I thought you had turned into a completely evil creature, but I didn't expect you to still have a trace of consciousness, and I was completely unaware of it."

The evil god's slender yet evil eyes fell on his own palms.

"Your life is now tied to my life. We should be in sync, but I cannot completely control you."

"I like to challenge difficult things the most. It seems that I need to make some changes before I can turn you into a complete evil creature."

The evil god lowered his eyes and crossed his legs, his posture elegant and unbridled. He glanced coldly at the fighting below, and then his gaze returned to Wuchuan.

At this moment, Yang Susu looked at her father who was fighting against the evil spirit with a trace of consciousness, a tear fell from her eyes, and she excitedly held the hand of the Demon Lord.

"Achen, did you see that?"

"Father, he still has a little bit of sanity left. As long as he hasn't turned into a completely evil creature, I can definitely save him."

"I can definitely turn him back into the Dong Zhou Shi Kong he once was, the god of war in heaven."

Do not!

She didn't want her father to be a god of war anymore, shouldering the fate of the people of the world, and having no control over many things, which was too painful.

She has grown up and she hopes to take on her father's mission.

As for her father, he just wanted to be with his mother in peace and make up for the time they had lost.

Lord Demon looked into Yang Susu's eyes and knew what she was thinking.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the tear she left behind, then held her hand and said, "I will do my best to fulfill Su'er's wishes."

"But my father-in-law is in danger right now, Su'er can just stand aside and wait for the opportunity."

Yang Susu knew that although she had already broken through to the level of a God, she had just given birth and was very weak. In addition, she had just fought with Hua Yulou. It would not be wise to rush forward rashly.

She nodded: "Okay!"

The Demon Lord took a few steps forward, exerted his divine power with both palms, and was enveloped by a powerful and transparent aura.

His eyes were heavy, and he summoned his divine power to pull out the bone whip from his body.

The moment the bone whip was pulled out, a white light suddenly flashed in the dark sky, which was the strong light emitted by the bone whip.

This was the second time Yang Susu saw Achen take out his own divine weapon.

I remember that during the first battle with Yao Ling, he also drew out the ancient whip, but at that time he still had a strong demonic aura on his body, so when the whip came out of his body, it was surrounded by a demonic aura.

Today, this bone whip is wrapped with rich divine power and emits white light.

The people who were fighting below were attracted by this sudden white light. They kept moving their hands, but raised their eyes to look up in the air.

The evil god sitting on the evil chair still had his legs crossed, but the leisurely look in his slender eyes had disappeared. He snorted coldly, and a black worm appeared in his palm.

The worm rolled over in his palm for a few times, then twisted its body and made a silent cry.

Wuchuan, who was squatting in front and holding his head, stood up immediately, helpless and confused.

The helplessness, confusion, and sadness in his eyes all disappeared, and were replaced by a strong evil spirit.

He also drew out a black evil sword from his palm.

"Father-in-law, I'm sorry."

The Demon Lord silently chanted in his heart, swung the bone whip in his hand, and threw it towards Wuchuan's evil sword.

The moment the bone whip wrapped around the evil sword, a roaring sound was heard, and evil energy surged out of the evil sword, strangling each other with the divine power emitted by the bone whip.

Yang Susu, Hua Yulou, and the evil god all looked at the bone whip and the evil sword.

The bone whip represents the Demon Lord, and the evil sword represents Wuchuan.

They both used their full strength, and one strike would determine the winner.

But no matter who wins or loses, Yang Susu feels bad.

Although she was standing aside, she had made all preparations. As long as the time came, she would take out the magic tower and put her father into it.

The evil god stared coldly at Wuchuan, his face full of excitement.

His evil power is comparable to that of the main god of the divine realm.

But if Wuchuan's evil power could be the same as his, then his chances of winning in the next attack on the Divine Realm would be twice as great.

Although Wuchuan's evil spirit is still a long way from his level.

For thousands of years, he has been changing Wuchuan according to his own standards. As long as he defeats Mingshen, it means that his achievements over the years are successful.

Just as Wuchuan's evil spirit was spreading endlessly onto the bone whip, the whip suddenly made a thunderous sound.