The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Hua Jianli looked at Di Yin expressionlessly, then waved his sleeves lightly. In an instant, a flash of light appeared, releasing Su Yang from his restraints.

"Great Demon Lord..." Su Yang hugged his waist tightly and cried loudly:

"Great Demon Lord... my third sister is gone, please save her... please..."

Hua Jianli lowered her eyes and gazed at the heartbroken Su Yang, her eyes full of pity and love.

He slowly squatted down, picked up Su Yang from the ground, patted his back gently, and soothed his almost collapsed emotions.

Di Yin witnessed this scene, looked at Su Yang and snorted coldly, then turned to Hua Jianli and said:

"Jianli, don't worry about him. I have already shown him mercy, but this kid is so ungrateful that he is crying and making a fuss in the Shura Palace without any manners. He should..."

"He's my man."

Before Di Yin could finish his words, Hua Jianli interrupted him coldly.

Di Yin was obviously stunned, with a trace of astonishment and confusion on his face, "What?"

Hua Jianli looked directly into Di Yin's eyes and said again clearly and forcefully: "I said, he is mine, and I am the only one who can control him."

Di Yin opened his mouth as if he wanted to refute, but he was speechless for a moment and just sighed softly.

Hua Jianli's gaze shifted to Cang Ling's horrible corpse on the ground. His brows knitted slightly, a hint of reproach flashed in his eyes, and he spoke again:

"You shouldn't scare him like that."

Di Yin defended himself, "I was also mad at him. He kept yelling at me to return his third sister, so I gave her to him."

"You know that he is extremely sad and out of control at the moment. As a demon lord, you should be more tolerant and understanding. Why bother to argue with him?"

Di Yin snorted, "How could I not know how he feels? This is just a matter between the two tribes. The Ghost Tribe openly opposes our Shura Tribe, so I should punish them severely. He is crying like this, does he want me to ignore the crimes of the Ghost Tribe?"

Hua Jianli hugged Su Yang tightly, with a look of determination in his eyes: "I will discuss with you the solution to the ghost clan issue, but you should not vent your anger on a child."

Di Yin looked at Hua Jianli's determined look and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, for your sake today, I won't bother with him for the time being."

Su Yang cried himself to sleep in extreme fear and sorrow. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the Great Demon Lord's Palace.

Hua Jianli sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her eyes always gently fixed on him, never moving away.

"The Great Demon Lord..."

"Well, I'm here."

Hua Jianli gently stroked Su Yang's cheek, his eyes full of care and concern, "It's okay."

Su Yang held Hua Jianli's hand, with a hint of prayer and hope, "Great Demon Lord, you are so powerful, please save my third sister, okay?"

After hearing this, Hua Jianli was silent for a while and slowly shook his head.

"It's not that I didn't want to save her, but I really couldn't. Not only was your third sister's body severely damaged, but even her soul has completely dissipated. There is really no way to save her."

Su Yang choked up and said, "How could it be? A few days ago, Third Sister said she would take me to practice horseback riding and archery. How come she just disappeared without a trace?"

"Don't be sad. I have already taken your third sister's body. When you have rested well, I will go back to the Ghost Tribe with you and let your third sister rest in peace. Okay?"

Su Yang looked at him worriedly, "But will you be in danger?"

Hua Jianli showed a gentle smile on her face and patted Su Yang's shoulder lightly.

"Don't be afraid, I have my own way. I will disguise myself so that no one will notice me easily. After I send you to your destination, I will leave quietly and will not get involved with others unnecessarily."

Su Yang nodded when he heard this and said, "Then let's go now. I've rested enough."

"Are you sure? You've had too many shocks today. Are you sure you don't want to rest for a while?"

Su Yang nodded vigorously again, "I'm really fine."

Seeing how determined he was, Hua Jianli sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, I'll take you back."

Hua Jianli brought the bodies of Su Yang and Cang Ling and came to the ghost clan's palace silently like a ghost.

His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings like a hawk, not missing any corner, and then turned to look at Su Yang, his eyes full of instructions and concern:

"We have arrived. We should not stay here for long to avoid attracting attention. I will leave first. You are still young and cannot move your third sister's body. Just call others and do not do it yourself. Do you understand?"

Su Yang sniffed obediently and nodded, "I understand. Be careful on the road."

Hua Jianli nodded, and then his figure flashed, like a wisp of light green smoke, slowly rising, and finally disappeared in front of Su Yang.

War is a ruthless beast that will not stop its bloody steps because of the death of any individual.

The massacre launched by Emperor Yin against the ghost tribe is still raging and roaring on the land of the demon world.

In order to avenge his beloved daughter, Yaoguang resolutely put on his armor and stepped into the battlefield.

Her cultivation was so profound that it was hard to fathom her depth. On the battlefield, she was a single-handed warrior, and ten thousand could not break through. She exuded a fierce murderous aura.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, and he instantly locked onto Su Qingyue, the culprit. He pounced on her with incredible swiftness, and a thrilling battle began.

Su Qingyue was no ordinary person either. At first, she was able to fight Yaoguang back and forth with her agility and tricky moves.

However, after ten moves, Yaoguang's attack became more and more fierce, one wave after another, continuous.

Su Qingyue gradually found it difficult to resist. The weapon in Yaoguang's hand came down fiercely from mid-air with great force.

Su Qingyue was unable to dodge and was hit by this powerful force. Like a kite with a broken string, she fell straight down from mid-air and hit the ground heavily, splashing up a cloud of dust.

The blow made her dizzy and she felt like the whole world was spinning. She struggled to get up, but she found that her leg was in excruciating pain. It turned out that her leg bone was broken.

Before she could recover, Yaoguang approached her again. A sharp sword energy, like a nimble poisonous snake, instantly cut through the air and headed straight for Su Qingyue's throat.

Su Qingyue barely dodged by turning sideways, but the sword energy still cut her arm. One arm hung down limply, and blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing her body red. She looked horrible.

However, Su Qingyue secretly calculated in her heart that this body was originally taken over from someone else. If she really couldn't win, the worst thing that could happen was that she would give up this body and transform into the Soul-Devouring Bell to fight Yaoguang again.

Even though I was thinking this, the severe pain in my body at this moment was so real, like countless hot steel needles piercing deeply into my bone marrow.

Seeing that she was about to be completely beaten to pieces by Yaoguang, Su Qingyue felt a strong desire to survive and hurriedly screamed for help:

"Sister! Come and help me!"