Speaking, he reached out with a sweep of his hand, and amidst the billowing of his robes, he was about to pull Wen Chanyi into his embrace, but in the next moment.
Slap!
Wen Chanyi's figure staggered gracefully, appearing as fragile as a thread of silk, slowly collapsing to the ground. The red lantern in her hand began to flicker erratically, seeming as if it might extinguish at any moment.
In doing so, she ingeniously avoided the Demon Lord's embrace.
Originally, having seen his beloved consort dodge his embrace, the Demon Lord had already become enraged to the extreme, feeling a sense of deception. However, now, as he saw Wen Chanyi falling.
He paused for a moment, seemingly unclear about the specific situation, but quickly began to fret with endearment.
"My consort, what has happened to you?"
