In the past five years, Luoluo had only received a few letters.
She had nowhere to place her longing, and her concerns could only be known by herself. Fortunately, she had once lived in the Li Palace for a very long time and had once formally studied under Mao Qiuyu. She also had some friendship with Archbishop An Lin, so she was still able to know many things related to Chen Changsheng.
Especially after Chen Chang Sheng left the snowy mountains and reappeared in the human world, An Lin often wrote him letters.
She knew everything that had happened in the past few days.
She knew what he had done in the Mount Song Army headquarters, knew that he had passed through Hanqiu City, knew that he had gone to Wenshui and killed Daoist Baishi in front of the Daoist church.
There was a pear tree in front of the holy gate of the Daoist church of Wenshui. In the middle of winter, a night of spring wind had suddenly welcomed it, causing the pear trees to bloom.
A cool breeze blew, and countless tiny white flowers fell from the branches and sprinkled on his shoulders, as clean as fresh snow.
An Lin wrote down this scene on the letter.
Luoluo thought about it and felt that she liked it. Hence, she drew it down very seriously and still liked it.
Madam Mu did not know that this scene had truly appeared in the Daoist church of Wenshui, so she naturally did not know why she liked this painting so much.
After some thought, she felt that her daughter was yearning for love because of the upcoming Heavenly Selection ceremony.
In the depths of winter, White Emperor City was still warm. Even if the pear trees on the observation platform suddenly bloomed, it would not seem too bizarre.
Thus, the spring wind came to the banks of the Red River, filling the branches with white flowers. Thus, the Demon Lord ascended the steps in front of the Imperial City to the pear tree, never to leave again.
All of this was just for an image.
Just as Luoluo had said, this was truly a beautiful sight, whether it was the pear blossom tree or the Demon Lord himself.
Madam Mu truly was meticulous and her methods extraordinary.
Regretfully, she still could not turn the Demon Lord into the man in the painting.
There was already someone in Luoluo's painting. That was a person that couldn't be replaced.
"You can paint a new painting. You can paint any kind of scenery you like."
The Demon Lord smiled at Luoluo.
It had to be said that up until now, his bearing had been very perfect, and there was nothing that could be criticized.
No matter what kind of scenery you like to see, I can be a part of it.
These were very touching words of love.
Unfortunately, he was still unable to move Luoluo.
She said, "I'm sorry, but you're not in my favorite scenery."
The Demon Lord arched his brows. "But he must be included?"
Luoluo said, "I like the spring breeze, I like the new snow. Teacher is the new snow and the spring breeze, but you are not."
The Demon Lord's inky brows rose higher and higher, a chill rising as he asked, "Why?"
Luoluo said, "New snow and spring breeze are the cleanest. Teacher is this kind of person."
There was dead silence on the observation deck.
The meaning of this sentence was very clear.
The Demon Lord gave a self-deprecating laugh and shook his head.
There was no smile in his eyes. Instead, the coldness in his eyes deepened.
The so-called scenery depended on the intentions of the viewer.
The person in the painting was naturally the one she loved.
If he continued to pester her, he would inevitably lose face.
He was the master of the snowfield in the Infernal Domain, the noblest race in the world. How could he endure such humiliation?
"So what Xuan Yuan Po said was true, Chen Chang Sheng actually had an affair with you."
The corners of his lips curled up and he said with a hint of mockery, "You're his student, yet he still dared to lay his hands on you. How can such a person be considered clean?"
"You're wrong again. I truly do like Teacher, but Teacher has always treated me as a student. What wrong did he do? "
The observation deck was still quiet, the only sound being Luoluo's voice.
She was speaking to the Demon Lord, to the demi-human personages around her, and to the entire continent.
As she spoke, she tightly clenched her fists, her voice trembling, but there was no shame on her face, only resolve.
The Demon Lord impassively said to her, "To actually like your own teacher, do you know how to write the word 'shame'?"
Luoluo stared into his eyes and said, "You killed your father and all your brothers, so do you have the right to teach me how to write the word 'shame'?"
The Demon Lord remained expressionless, but he was already beginning to get angry.
He realized that the girl in front of him had a very strange and genuine charm.
Every word she said was incomparably sincere, forcing others to believe her, even when she was attacking him.
And it was precisely this sincerity that made him truly angry.
No one could see the Demon Lord's true emotions, except Luoluo.
She very seriously and very curiously asked, "You want to kill me?"
The Demon Lord froze, realizing yet another unique aspect of this girl.
She seemed to be able to clearly sense the emotions of the people around her, no matter how perfectly they concealed it.
Of course, her curiosity was also real. She wanted to know if the Demon Lord really dared to kill her here.
When they heard Luoluo's question, the Daemon Generals and guards around the observation platform looked over warily.
The Xiang clan leader's gaze also seemed to become countless times heavier as it fell upon the Demon Lord.
This was White Emperor City, and not even the Demon Lord could act excessively with her.
And the Demon Lord had once more developed an interest in her.
"You are correct. This landscape truly was personally designed by your mother."
The Demon Lord looked at her and said, "I can see that she did not want you to be too sad, so she hoped that you could marry a man you liked."
Luoluo asked, "I can see that you do not like me."
The Demon Lord replied, "Correct. I am willing to cooperate because of my respect for you."
Luoluo said, "I like this sort of frank conversation."
The Demon Lord replied, "I also do not like those empty and hollow matters, so I hope that you understand that you must marry me. This is something that cannot be changed."
Luoluo's voice became somewhat indifferent as she asked, "Just to form an alliance?"
The Demon Lord's voice was very calm and indifferent. "Chen Changsheng stole away the woman I fancied. Me taking you back to Xuelao City can be considered a small revenge."
Luoluo somewhat helplessly sighed. "If you have the ability, go to South Stream Temple and steal Teacher's wife away. Saying such words and doing such things is truly unbefitting of your status."
"Then let's talk about what we should be talking about."
The Demon Lord walked to the railing and gazed at the streets and alleys of White Emperor City, the mountains on the other side of the Red River. "In a little while, your letter of credence will be announced to the world, and at the same time, my Divine Edict will leave Xuelao City and fly to various parts of the continent. At the latest, in four hours, the Cong Province Army headquarters will begin to assemble, and soon after, the Heaven Pillar will fall at Blue Pass. Before tonight, the Mount Song Army headquarters will send a transfer order down Sloping Cliff. In three days at the latest, the Human race will gather an army of one million, arrayed in front of ten-some mighty fortresses. The war is about to begin."
If a normal person had said these words, they would not have felt much, just like a teacher who only knew how to talk about history.
But when these words came from his mouth, they gave off a completely different feeling.
Because he was the Demon Lord, ruling over the vast continent of snowy plains and possessing the loyalty and devotion of countless powerful demon warriors.
Luoluo knew that these words of his were highly likely to become reality, and her small face paled.
"But this war will not begin, because the Human race does not dare to start a war."
The Demon Lord continued, "The story between Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng has still not been made clear. Crucially, they lack experience, so they lack courage."
Experience naturally referred to the experience of the Human race facing both the demons and demi-humans at the same time.
From Emperor Taizong to several thousand years ago, and even further back in history, the Human race had never had this sort of experience.
The Demon Lord said, "As long as you marry me, there will be no war. At the very least, millions of creatures on this continent will live because of you."
Luoluo silently gazed at his back for a very long time, then softly asked, "Are you threatening me?"
"No, I'm talking about the scenery."
The Demon Lord gazed at the distant mountains and said, "People like you, me, and Chen Changsheng are only qualified to see the scenery of rivers and mountains. If you only want to see the scenery with him, then this picturesque landscape will be burned to ashes by the flames of war. This is a little too selfish."
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