Super God: Give the Demon Queen Trouble Every Day

Sitting on the solemn and lonely throne in the Angel Hall, Kesha looked particularly lonely.

The sunlight shone through the huge dome, casting a faint golden glow on her body, but it seemed unable to dispel the haze in her heart.

In fact, she often stares blankly in the hall, and sometimes even Kesha herself doesn't know what she is thinking about.

She maintained that familiar posture, with her left leg elegantly crossed over her right leg, her right hand gently supporting her cheek, an indescribable fatigue and weakness inadvertently revealed between her fingers.

Those eyes that were once as sharp as an eagle now seemed to have lost focus, staring blankly ahead, and seemed to have penetrated the space and landed on some distant and blurry place.

And this time, Kesha knew what she was thinking.

She was thinking about He Xi.

However, Kesha's mood was not high, but rather very depressed.

Deep in her thoughts, He Xi's figure was like a brand, deeply engraved in her heart.

Whenever it was late at night, or when she sat alone on the throne like this, He Xi's voice and smile would unconsciously appear in her mind, accompanied by those cold and resolute words - please, Queen... don't disturb me from educating my child with the former King of Apocalypse.

He Xi's words have been lingering in Kesha's mind and can't be shaken off.

Like a sharp dagger, it silently severed the already delicate and complex emotional bond between them, making Kesha so heartbroken that she could hardly breathe.

Her left hand unconsciously began to tap lightly on the armrest of the throne. The regular and powerful sound echoed in the empty hall, as if it was a reflection of her inner struggle and contradiction.

Every time she tapped, it was like she was torturing her soul, trying to find the answer that made her unable to let go.

During this period of time, Kesha was almost overwhelmed by this emotion.

Countless times, she wanted to get up impulsively, throw away all restraints and worries, rush directly to He Xi's Tianji bedroom, and ask her face to face whether those words were really from the heart.

She longed for an answer, no matter whether the answer would break her heart or make her feel relieved, at least it would free her from the endless entanglement and pain.

Sometimes Keisha feels like she’s going crazy thinking about this!

However, the burden of reason and identity made her stop again and again.

As the king of angels, she has too many responsibilities and missions to shoulder and cannot act on impulse.

What's more, she knew He Xi's character and principles very well. Such questioning would only make their relationship more rigid, and they might even lose each other forever.

In fact, she had been thinking about why He Xi said that.

Could it be that the relationship between them has become so weak?

Or was this just a momentary angry remark?

These questions troubled Kesha and she couldn't let go.

She recalled every moment she spent with He Xi, and those wonderful times seemed like they happened just yesterday.

But now, everything feels so strange.

She didn't know how to face this reality, nor did she know how to save this relationship.

Keisha sighed, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

She knew that as the King of Angels, she couldn't be swayed by personal emotions.

But she always has special feelings for He Xi.

She hopes to find a solution to the problem so that they can return to the good old days.

At this time, there were no other angels in the Angel Hall except Kesha.

The entire hall seemed exceptionally quiet, with only Kesha's thoughts churning incessantly.

Kesha could only continue to sit here and endure this torment in silence and loneliness.

She didn't know how long this would last. Perhaps... this was her fate as the King of Angels.

Kesha's eyes were deep and complex, as if she could see into the end of the universe, but were blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to reach the answer she desired most in her heart.

She whispered a name softly: "He Xi..."

This name was like a spell, rolling over and over between her lips and teeth, and every call was carried with endless longing and confusion.

However, all she got in response was the empty hall and the silent air.

He Xi's figure now seemed like an unattainable dream for her.

He Xi's absence is not only a physical distance, but also a spiritual estrangement, which makes Kesha feel unprecedented loneliness and helplessness.

As time went by, He Xi appeared less and less in the Angel Hall in person. Even if there was an important meeting to be held, she would only send her clone to participate.

After all, through the space-based computing group, she can always grasp and feedback all information in real time.

This sense of distance made Keisha feel inexplicably lost and uneasy.

Kesa sat on the throne somewhat tiredly, those words kept echoing in her mind, her brows furrowed.

"Do you... like her so much?" Kesha's voice was low and hoarse, as if she was asking herself, or questioning fate.

"He Xi..." Kesha called the name again, and this time, there was a bit more despair and helplessness in her voice.

He Xi's name lingered in her mind like a curse.

In her lowered eyes, emotions surged like the tide, including reluctance, loss, pain, and a barely perceptible expectation.

She expected He Xi to give her an answer, an answer that would make her feel relieved.

However, the hall remained dead silent, and no angel could respond to her call.

Here, she was the only one, sitting alone on the throne, suffering from inner torment.

Her drooped eyes concealed the surging emotions in Kesha's eyes. She felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand. The pain and suffocation almost made it impossible for her to breathe.

"So, He Xi, for everything that happened in the past, did you treat me as myself, or as... my sister..." Keisha's voice was low and hoarse, with unspeakable sadness.

At this moment, Kesha's thoughts drifted back to the past.

It seemed that every time, when He Xi looked at him, her eyes were always filled with an indescribable emotion.

However, now, Kesha realized that He Xi might not just be looking at her, but was more focused on her sister Liang Bing beside her.

Kesha will never forget the moment when her sister Liang Bing pierced her body with a sword and left Tiancheng.

Recalling Liang Bing's decisive sword, it is not only a physical trauma, but also an unhealable crack in the soul.

Before this, she had ordered Tianji Wang Hexi to stay in the confinement room to guard Liang Bing.

At that moment, she had never expected that one of her most trusted comrades, He Xi, would disobey orders and let Liang Bing go.

He Xi...let Liang Bing go...

"Are you so reluctant to let go?"

Keisha chewed over this sentence in her heart over and over again. It was both a doubt about Hexi's behavior and a questioning of her own inner feelings.

She understood He Xi's kindness and gentleness, but did her unconditional protection of Liang Bing mean that in her heart, some emotion had surpassed the principles and positions that she should uphold as the King of Tianji?

"Or do you just can't bear to see Liang Bing suffer any injustice?" This question was like a sharp blade, gently cutting through her fragile heart.

Kesha understands the power of emotions, but she also knows that as a leader, she must always stay sober and rational and not let personal emotions shake the foundation of just order.

She pursed her lips tightly. This contradiction and struggle made her feel extremely tormented, and the emotions in her heart were so complicated that they were difficult to describe.

This feeling is terrible, even terrible to the extreme!

She longed to find an outlet to release her repressed emotions, but the shackles of reality were like an airtight cage that bound her tightly.

Kesha felt like she was bound by an invisible shackle. No, it should be several shackles. They locked her tightly and prevented her from showing her true self.

"He Xi..." She called out the name softly, her voice containing so many unspoken emotions that it was almost inaudible.

She knew that she was shouldering the heavy responsibility of maintaining the just order of the universe, which was her mission and responsibility as the King of Angels.

Even in the face of such difficulties and pain, on the scale of justice and emotion, Kesha chose the former.

She could not give up on justice and order, which was the cornerstone of her faith and the goal she fought for all her life.