She still can't believe that this living person really left her like this.
He would never bother her again, never love her again, never respond to her again.
She squeezed his cold hand, gently placed it on her cheek, and said softly: "Immortal Lord... Immortal Lord..."
She called in a low voice, as if he was not dead, but falling into a deep sleep.
But no matter how softly she called, he would never open his eyes to look at her again.
In the entire empty Demon Lord Hall, there was only her low voice, which made people feel sad and desperate. Even a tough guy like Mo Yan couldn't help but shed tears silently.
Suddenly, Ling Yun seemed to be going crazy and said angrily: "Nangong Qi... wake up! Wake up and look at me! Look at me!"
But whether she was calling gently or roaring, he could no longer hear her.
Her heart was broken, cracked, and there was nothing she could do to save it.
Tears wetted Nangong Qi's snow-white clothes, and she threw herself into his arms and cried.
After crying for an unknown amount of time, she suddenly stopped crying, her haggard eyes suddenly became cold and stern, and she regained the Demon Lord's former domineering aura.
Staring coldly and ruthlessly at the dead body in front of him, he said coldly:
"Immortal Lord, are you really not going to wake up? Well, then, I will subvert this world and turn it into a demonic Shura field, hahaha! Hahaha! Isn't your mission to stop me?"
"Wake up quickly and stop me! Otherwise I will turn the whole world into a world of demons! Ahahaha! Ahahaha! I will let you watch how I subvert this world, until you wake up and stop me with your own hands So far! Ah ha ha ha...ah ha ha ha..."
Mo Yan, who was standing outside the door, felt frightened and hurriedly walked in.
Inside the room, there was a black demon seal on the pale forehead of the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord. Black evil aura rose from his haggard eyes, and his whole person became extremely cold and strange.
"Demon...Demon Lord!"
"Hahaha...hahaha..."
Ling Yun just laughed coldly, and that kind of laughter frightened Mo Yan. He stepped back slightly and looked down at Nangong Qi, who was lying on the bed.
Mo Yan consoled him with trembling lips: "Mo... Zun, Nangong Qi... is already dead... He is already dead..."
Ling Yun dragged his black clothes and walked to Mo Yan. He looked at Mo Yan with terrifying eyes and whispered: "Shh! Let's not disturb the Immortal Lord, he is sleeping soundly...hehehe!"
Mo Yan closed his eyes, unable to bear to see this human tragedy anymore.
The Heavenly Demon Palace was decorated with lanterns and festoons, hung with blood-red silks and satins.
Servants came in and out, organizing everything, and they were very busy.
In the Demon Lord's Hall, a bright red wedding dress hung on the clothes rack on the side. Sandalwood incense was burning in the room, and cigarette smoke curled up like silk threads.
Within the bead curtain, under the red tent, Nangong Qi's body was lying on the bed.
Huayue Ran was applying makeup on his pale face. She was a master of disguise, and it was not difficult to restore the deceased's original voice and appearance.
She was using a brush dipped in peach blossom rouge, and gently brushed it on Nangong Qi's pale face, which made him look a little bloody.
With her slender fingers, she dipped a little lipstick made from roses and gently applied it on his lips, making his chapped lips instantly moisturized.
The gentle candlelight shone on Nangong Qi's face. The originally pale face became colored due to Hua Yueran's careful outline.
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Yue Ran looked at the handsome face of the banished immortal master and couldn't help but sigh deeply, and a tear slowly fell down the corner of his eyes.
What a nice guy! Why did he just die?
The maids wiped Nangong Qi's slender fingers gently. They suppressed the sadness in their hearts and couldn't help crying silently when they looked at the body of the handsome young master in front of them.
They not only cried for Nangong Qi, but also for Ling Yun and his love, because today, Ling Yun was going to marry Nangong Qi.
Mo Yan walked in, looked at the scene in front of him, clenched his hands, and his heart was filled with endless sorrow. His demon king, for the sake of love, would not hesitate to hold this ghost marriage.
Mo Yan held back the pain and said: "The time... is almost here."
Huayueran looked up, and the two looked at each other, both with tears in their eyes, and they nodded to each other.
Huayue Ran took out the red box on the side and opened it. There was a red lotus flower inside, with a white spiritual bead in the middle of the lotus flower.
"God's Coming"
She took out the spirit bead and put it into Nangong Qi's mouth. Although this spirit bead cannot bring him back to life, it can restore a little life to his face.
Finally, Hua Yueran and Mo Yan slowly helped Nangong Qi up. The maids brought him bright red wedding clothes and put them on. His forehead hung lightly and his snow-white hair fell gently on his shoulders, letting others do whatever they wanted.
Mo Yan looked at the dead body in front of him and couldn't help turning around. He didn't want to look at it anymore. He clenched his fists and sighed: "Is this really necessary? This would be too cruel to the Demon Lord!"
Hua Yueran said: "Mo Yan protector, this is the only wish of the Demon Lord. She said that even if he is just a corpse, she will marry him, so we will follow her wish."
Mo Yan gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned to look at Nangong Qi, gently straightened his drooping head, held back his sadness, and said tremblingly: "Mr. Nangong, you are so lucky! Today is your wedding day. , you overcame all difficulties and finally got married to the Demon Lord, are you happy?"
In this room, Leng Hongqi was grooming Ling Yun. Her haggard face had been whitewashed to look bright and radiant.
Looking at the Demon Lord in the mirror, Leng Hongqi felt that there was no more beautiful woman in the world, but her beauty was inevitably accompanied by heartbreaking sadness.
Leng Hongqi inserted a red hairpin into Ling Yun's bun, and then praised: "Demon Lord, you are so beautiful today!"
Ling Yun stared blankly at herself in the mirror, mistakenly seeing Leng Hongqi standing behind her as Nangong Qi. Her beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and an illusion appeared in front of her eyes.
Nangong Qi stood behind her dressed in red. He bent down slightly, with strands of silvery white hair hanging down lightly. He reached out and gently put on the hairpin for her, put his hands on her shoulders, and smiled with him. looking in the mirror.
Leng Hongqi suppressed the sadness in her heart, but she still shed a tear. She then gently put a red veil on her head, like a thin layer of smoke, cutting her off from the coldness of the world. Leave behind the beauty of dreams.
The main hall of the Heavenly Demon Palace has never been more lively, but people's excitement is filled with sadness that is difficult to hide.
Yao Ding, Baili Fenghuo, Xiao Fuyu, Kuli Yaolao, Ye Li, Mo Xing, Lai Buer, Zhao Daye, Yan Shushu and others were already sitting in the main hall waiting.
Yao Ding drank sullenly and said, "I really didn't expect the Demon Lord to marry a dead man."
Baili Fenghuo said: "The Demon Lord's feelings for Mr. Nangong are so deep, it's really touching! I only come here for one person in this life. If the girl I like dies, I will do the same!"
Lai Buer said: "It's just a pity.
The Demon Lord is such a beautiful woman, alas..."
Ku Li Yao said: "What do you know? For Demon Lord, if she wants to marry in this life, she can only marry Nangong Qi, so even if Nangong Qi is dead, she must marry him and become his bride."
Mo Xing said: "It's all the fault of that damn Demon King. If the Demon King didn't go to the Demon Valley, everything would be fine."
Yao Ding took another sip of the boring wine and sighed: "Remembering what happened that day, if Mr. Nangong hadn't risked his life, I'm afraid we would be hosting the Demon Lord's funeral banquet today."
Baili Fenghuo nodded and said: "So, Master Nangong died for our Demon Lord... Oh, he is such a good man! How about we toast Master Nangong together?"
Everyone nodded and raised their glasses to Nangong Qi.
Yao Ding said: "Mr. Nangong is a drunkard who can drink a thousand glasses of wine. Today is his big day anyway. He must also hope that we can get drunk with him!"
"Get drunk and you'll be done with it!"
"Get drunk and you'll be done with it!"
Ye Li ignored these people and just drank by himself. He held the wine flask and drank one cup after another.
He is different from them. He does not feel sad for Nangong Qi. He just hates the Demon Lord for wanting to marry Nangong Qi. Even if he is a dead man, he cannot fight against him.
I saw Leng Hongqi supporting Ling Yun and walking out. The red gauze was like smoke, making Ling Yun look both illusory and real, and it was so beautiful.
Mo Yan and Hua Yueran came supporting Nangong Qi.
A newlywed couple stood in front of everyone, separated by yin and yang. They were both a pair of peerless beauties. Everyone couldn't help but be shocked by the ghostly marriage between the two.
This gorgeous wedding banquet has an indescribable tragic beauty.
The red candle swayed and shone on Nangong Qi's face. Because that face was so pale, the thin blush on his face became extremely frightening.
However, there was no trace of sadness on Ling Yun's face. She was looking at the groom in front of her with a smile.
Yes, she is finally going to marry herself to him!
They were not husband and wife in their previous life. Even if they were separated by Yin and Yang in this life, she would still marry them.
Mo Yan held back his grief and shouted: "The auspicious time has come, please pray to the bride and groom to heaven and earth."
Ye Li clenched the wine glass in his hand and looked at the newlyweds who were worshiping heaven and earth. His trembling hands almost crushed the wine glass.
He felt so hateful in his heart. How could Nangong Qi be so virtuous? He can't even fight a dead man!
"Worship the heaven and the earth——"
"Two bows to the high hall——"
"Husband and wife pay homage——"
"It's done!"
"I wish the newlyweds will always be united and stay together forever!"
Ling Yun married Nangong Qi under the witness of everyone from Tianmo Sect.
The bridal chamber was decorated with candles and red candles swaying. The noise and bustling had receded, leaving only the two of them.
Ling Yun raised a pair of fair and delicate hands and gently uncovered the red gauze covering her head. On the phoenix crown, there were bright pearl flowers. She looked at Nangong Qi with a smile and kissed his lips gently.
She closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes were covered with crystal clear tears. A line of tears quietly flowed down her eyes, making her jade-like face look extremely soft.
She said softly: "Nangong Qi, we are finally married, are you happy?"
Her voice was choked, and she reached out to hold his cold hand. She knew that he was dead and would not answer her, but she still wanted to tell him that they got married today.
