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

Cang Yuan of the Ghost Clan seized this perfect opportunity and led his well-trained elite soldiers and generals to attack the Shura Clan in an unstoppable manner.

Under the fierce attack of the ghost tribe, the sturdy city gate collapsed in an instant, fell down with a loud bang, and stirred up a cloud of dust.

The people in the city suddenly fell into panic. They screamed, shouted, and ran around, trying to find a safe shelter.

Cang Yuan is well aware of the cruelty of war, and understands the innocence and difficulties of the common people. He is upright and kind-hearted, and would not condone his subordinates to burn, kill and loot like those brutal invaders.

In his opinion, if he acted in this way, what difference would that make him different from the Emperor Yin whom he despised? To him, this war was about seeking peace, not creating more killing and disaster.

Cang Yuan marched straight in, leading his troops non-stop to the Shura Palace. The neat and heavy footsteps seemed like a countdown to death, and each step was stepping on the lifeline of the Shura clan.

At this time, Di Yin had just put on the bright red wedding dress that symbolized happiness, and before he had time to savor the joy of his upcoming marriage, he learned the news that Cang Yuan was coming.

He quickly calmed down and immediately arranged for people to protect Liu Rangchen's safety. Then, Di Yin's figure instantly turned into a ball of blood mist and disappeared from the spot.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in the air above the Shura clan, swinging his sword to fight with Cang Yuan.

The rage in Di Yin's heart burned to the extreme. Every move he made was filled with endless murderous intent and determination, as if he wanted to destroy everything in front of him.

And Cang Yuan was not afraid at all. He responded calmly, wielding the weapon in his hand with great force and his moves were sharp and precise.

Just as the two sides were fighting fiercely, a figure appeared on the battlefield like a ghost, attracting everyone's attention.

Liu Rangchen had changed out of his gorgeous wedding dress and replaced it with a set of cold, hard armor that exuded a chilling aura.

He stood tall in the air, still wearing the mysterious mask on his face, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment.

Di Yin's movements suddenly paused, he stared blankly at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure. Although Liu Rangchen was wearing a mask, every detail of their time together flashed through Di Yin's mind like a kaleidoscope.

The affectionate gaze, the gentle hug, the sweet words... In just a moment, Di Yin recognized him with absolute certainty.

But he was hoping for a lucky break, so he slowly raised his hand and grabbed the air, gently taking off the mask from Liu Rangchen's face.

"You?..." The bloody facts were laid out before Di Yin's eyes. He uttered a word with difficulty and could not utter any more words.

At that moment, Di Yin seemed to understand everything, and yet he seemed to understand nothing. He only felt that his heart was tightly grasped by an invisible hand, kneading it fiercely, and the pain made him almost unable to breathe.

His eyes instantly turned red, but he stubbornly held back the tears that were about to burst out.

As the Demon Lord, he once established a majestic and inviolable image in front of everyone. Even though his heart was broken at this moment, he would never lose his composure in front of others. That was his last pride and dignity.

Liu Rangchen's eyes were as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, staring at Di Yin without a trace of emotion. He flew towards his master and stood steadily beside Cang Yuan. The two of them leaned close and whispered something.

Cang Yuan laughed loudly and patted his shoulder, giving him a thumbs up as if to praise him. Seeing his master so happy, Liu Rangchen also smiled brightly.

Then, he turned his head to look at Di Yin, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and he said in a cold and heartless voice: "Things are just as you guessed, everything is fake.

My approach to you was a carefully planned scam from the beginning. My real identity is the general of the ghost tribe. If it weren't for the master's no longer frowning.

So that those innocent people would no longer be displaced and suffer, how could I suppress the disgust in my heart and stay by your side?

To tell you the truth, Di Yin, every second I spend with you is a torture for me, but I have to do so for the sake of the overall situation."

Every word was like a sharp blade, piercing straight into Di Yin's heart, piercing his heart that was once full of love and tenderness into pieces and leaving it unrecognizable.

Di Yin only felt that the world before his eyes became dark. The noise and fighting around him seemed to fade away gradually, leaving him alone to face this cruel reality.

His body trembled slightly as he stared at Liu Rangchen intently, his eyes filled with pain and unwillingness, as if he wanted to find a trace of former tenderness and love on his face, but all he saw was endless indifference and ruthlessness.

For a long time, Di Yin did not say a word. The vows of love he had made in the past had now turned into the sharpest poison, corroding his soul.

Finally, holding Liu Rangchen's mask in his hand, he turned around silently and walked away step by step. His back was lonely and desolate, as if carrying all the sadness and despair in the world.

His footsteps were heavy and slow, and each step seemed to use up all his strength, as if he was leaving not only the battlefield, but also the world that was once full of hope and love.

Di Yin walked alone in the corridor of Shura Palace. Those corners that once witnessed the sweet times between him and Liu Rangchen now turned into sharp thorns, piercing his heart.

He returned to his bedroom and looked at the red decorations all over the room. Everything that once symbolized happiness now seemed to be mercilessly mocking his stupidity.

The figure of Liu Rangchen kept appearing in his mind. His gentle smile and coquettish look, which he once thought were gifts of love, have now become the most deadly poison.

Di Yin collapsed on the bed where he once slept with Liu Rangchen. The lingering scent of Liu Rangchen still lingered around him, almost suffocating him.

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears from falling, but the hot tears still seeped out from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, soaking the wedding quilt.

This was the place where they slept in each other's arms on their wedding night, but now it has become an abyss of pain.

His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the sweet moments of the past, and every scene was like a sharp blade, repeatedly cutting his heart.

"Why? Why do you do this to me?...Why?" Di Yin murmured to himself, his voice hoarse and broken, like a wounded and dying cub howling in the dark night.

Once, he thought he was the most powerful being in the world, able to control everything, but now he can't even protect his own heart and was defeated miserably in the battlefield of love.

He just kept crying like this. After an unknown amount of time, Di Yin stood up woodenly, dragged his heavy steps, and walked out of the bedroom step by step, not knowing where he was going.

After a while, Di Yin came back like a zombie, holding a bottle of love water in his hand. He slowly opened the lid and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he sat down cross-legged, formed seals with his hands, and without hesitation, he pulled out his emotions, completely severed the ties between the two of them, and cut off all his thoughts about Liu Rangchen.

When Di Yin opened his eyes again, they had already returned to their previous indifference, with no emotion in them. He slowly stood up and looked at the bright red decorations in the bedroom, his eyes full of confusion.

Suddenly, the silver mask on the bed quilt caught Di Yin's attention, and the confusion in his eyes became even stronger. He walked over, picked up the mask, looked at it carefully, and finally put it on his face.