Chapter 1522: Zhi’er Coughs Blood

"Boom——!"

The Heavenly Court actually thundered.

Almost in the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered, lingering behind Feng Fuce.

His demon eyes were scarlet, and his blood flowed turbulently in reverse.

Feng Fuce clenched his fist tightly, he looked at Zhi’er, his voice hoarse: "Then all those things we did together before, when the Heavenly Court demanded you accumulate a hundred merits, when you were at your most vulnerable, when you cried in my arms, saying you could only trust me, was that also just a facade to use me?"

Zhi’er nodded slightly: "Yes, I used you, it was my fault."

Feng Fuce staggered back two steps, nearly losing his balance.

The nearby Heavenly Soldiers and Generals were dumbfounded.

Everyone knows that the Heavenly Dao and the Demon Lord support each other.

The demon lord, ruthless and cold-hearted, changed for the Heavenly Dao; this was a well-known fact in the Three Realms.

However, today, as soon as the Heavenly Dao inherited the nine layered heaven, it immediately drew a line with the Demon Lord.

Thunder rumbled in the heaven, and Feng Fuce suddenly laughed at himself.

"I was being presumptuous, you’re right, I was foolish, I thought we loved each other, but in the end, I am the most laughable one."

After he said this, he turned to leave.

Zhi’er did not stop him, she quickly entered the palace doors, afraid that if she hesitated even one second longer, she would cry in front of Feng Fuce.

At that moment, all her efforts would be in vain.

However, once the doors closed and she was alone, Zhi’er walked a few steps forward, suddenly vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood with a cry.

Her body fell weak and limp.

The Marriage knot lives up to its name, she could truly feel Feng Fuce’s heartache.

If she spit blood, it meant she was suffering his sadness.

"Brother Fu Ce..." She lay on the ground, silently sobbing.

On his way back to the Demon Palace, Feng Fuce felt his face turn cold.

He touched it with his hand, finding it covered in tears.

He was a person who wouldn’t cry, even when Zhi’er hurt him just now, he did not shed a single tear.

He’s crying now because of the effect of the Marriage knot.

Proving Zhi’er was crying.

He wiped the blood from the edge of his lips with his thumb, after a moment, he summoned Zhu Yan with a cold expression.

"Lord Demon." Zhu Yan knelt to pay respects.

Feng Fuce commanded with a pale complexion: "Investigate if there’s any hidden truth about Zhi’er becoming the Heavenly Dao that I don’t know of."

Zhu Yan immediately nodded and disappeared into the darkness.

Feng Fuce looked at his empty, slender palm, his gaze dark and complex.

He did not believe the words Zhi’er said.

There must be something she was concerned about.

In the Immortal Palace, Zhi’er dreamed.

She dreamed of when she was three years old, blindfolded, pestering the young Feng Fuce for an orange to eat.

She called softly: "Brother Ju Zi, give me an orange!"

Feng Fuce merely smiled, then walked further and further away.

The three-year-old Zhi’er panicked, she hurriedly removed her blindfold and chased after him.

"Brother Fu Ce, where are you going? I won’t eat the orange, come back, please, don’t leave..."

In the dream, Feng Fuce’s figure grew increasingly distant, and she couldn’t catch up despite all her efforts.

Zhi’er abruptly woke up, sitting upright.

Her head was drenched in sweat, her face awash with tears.

In her wakeful state, Zhi’er suddenly remembered—

She had already voluntarily abandoned him, yet why in the dream, she wanted to give up everything to chase after him?

Zhi’er hugged her knees and wept.

At this moment, the voice of a Heavenly Soldier came from the doorway—

"Your Majesty, you may depart for Caiyun Mountain."