"Yao Guang! You lunatic! Psychopath! I didn't provoke you!"
The dying demon lay on the ground, its limbs cleanly cut off, and the flesh at the wounds writhed, countless fleshy buds emerging from the wounds to regenerate the damaged limbs.
However, the nearby crimson demonic energy continued to emit terrifying heat, carbonizing the newly grown flesh.
Yao Guang stood silently beside her, plunging the obsidian greatsword into her chest.
If Cheng Jinyang were here, he would surely recognize the sword bearer as Su Lili.
Or rather, the demon possessing Su Lili's memories.
Or perhaps, the demon whose body Su Lili had taken over.
In the demon clan, no one knew her name was Su Lili, much like how humans wouldn't remember the name of the bread they ate in the morning.
Everyone only knew her codename, Yao Guang.
However, Yao Guang herself remembered very clearly: how she died protecting Jinyang that night; how she was devoured by demons, with countless strangers' memories flooding into her mind, trying to completely erase her self-awareness.
And how she spent a long time, relying on that bit of unyielding determination.
Eventually, she turned the tables, devouring everyone's consciousness in turn, suppressing the instincts of the demon herself, awakening, and seizing control of this body.
She was Su Lili, yet she wasn't Su Lili. Like Schrödinger's cat in a box, in an ambiguous superposition of "yes" and "no"... In fact, rather than the speculation of metaphysics, she cared more about how Jinyang saw her.
And in the dream that night, he had already given her the answer.
She was a demon.
The mortal enemy of humanity.
A race that should not exist in this world, utterly filthy.
Yao Guang gripped the handle of the obsidian sword. This large sword, condensed from demonic power, was nearly 2 meters long and not suitable for thrusting. Her preferred method of attack was actually slashing, infusing it with potent demonic energy to cut through anything it touched.
Yes, slicing through at the molecular level, severing all bonds between atoms.
The more stable the molecule, the more active the atoms sliced out. For example, nitrogen gas, which occupies nearly three-quarters of the air, when its atoms are cut out, almost instantly react with other free radicals, releasing intense heat.
Relying on her formidable yet finely controlled demonic power, she would first cleave her opponent in two with one strike, while the resulting high temperature would create a troublesome secondary injury. Few demons could withstand such an attack - at most, they could only engage her in a mutual exchange of blows.
Yao Guang, holding the sword handle, flashed a cruel look in her eyes as surging demonic power once again flowed into the great sword from her hand, intense heat spreading out. The dying demon's eyes flashed with fear: "Wait! There's no enmity between us..."
Then, it suddenly turned into a fireball.
The super-high-temperature flames incinerated the demon, leaving nothing but ashes, which vaporized completely in an instant upon ignition.
However, the concept of death for demons is different from that of humans.
After losing their material form, a demon's demonic power would dissipate back into the dream realm, eventually "reincarnating" in a puppet connected to the dream realm.
Then they would begin the process of accumulating demonic power and awakening consciousness again.
Demons, these sentient beings, cannot be completely killed merely by destroying their physical bodies.
At most, their memories and cognition can be destroyed.
Yao Guang released the obsidian great sword inserted diagonally into the ground, then slowly crouched down.
The intense pain from the wounds inflicted during the previous battle still tormented her nerves. She closed her eyes tightly, expelling the demonic energy near the wounds so her heavily scarred body could slowly heal.
That's how it will be.
I will slaughter more demons for you.
Until I,"Su Lili", am killed by other demons.
This way, the bond between the past you and me, "Cheng Jinyang" and "Su Lili," will be completely settled.
Jinyang...
The flames from the previous battle heated the air above the battlefield, and rain began to drizzle from the sky.
Yao Guang sat alone in the rain, holding her excessively large sword, staring blankly towards the horizon.
Until her eyes were completely blurred by the mist of water.
Unable to see what's in front of her.
Nor the future.
....
Cheng Jinyang suddenly woke up from unconsciousness.
His whole body was in pain, as if he had been fighting a very tough opponent for a long time.
The hot towel slipped off his forehead. He instinctively tried to speak, but his throat was very dry.
"Here, have some hot water." Girl Qingqing handed him a cup.
Cheng Jinyang took a sip, feeling a sweet sensation spreading between his lips and teeth.
Hmm, it's brown sugar water. I didn't expect to enjoy the special treatment of a girl on her period.
"How long was I unconscious?" He sat up slowly and asked.
"About three to four minutes." Xing Yuanzhi washed the towel by herself on the side, wrung it out again, "If it were any longer, I would have taken you to the hospital for emergency treatment."
"Lie down." She ordered without hesitation.
While the girl Qingqing had already arranged a pillow for him again, Ah Zhi placed the hot towel on his forehead.
The warm feeling soothed his exhausted spirit, making him feel comfortable enough to want to fall asleep.
But he dared not really fall asleep.
He was afraid that falling asleep would lead to dreaming, to seeing Su Lili again. She stood in the burning rain, staring at him with a kind of bitter, desperate, and lifeless gaze, making him have a strong urge to self-destruct.
Emotion and intuition told him that Su Lili would never harm him. His previous suspicions not only hurt Su Lili but also damaged the intimate relationship between them that should have been cherished and treated with care.
However, reason kept reminding him that "it could be fake." The emotions he felt were most likely deliberately imposed on him by the demon.
Of course, it doesn't matter which situation it is, because Su Lili has already left and will not come back.
"Are you sick again?" Miss Wang's voice echoed at the bedroom door.
She picked up a hot towel and felt Cheng Jinyang's forehead.
"Fortunately, no fever. With your current intelligence, if it were to drop another level due to illness, I don't know how I would communicate with you."
"Aren't I the only color in your world?" Cheng Jinyang protested strongly against her disdain.
"You're one of the few colors," Wang Wanrou corrected, "and, no matter how intense the emotions, like paint on a canvas, they will eventually fade."
Cheng Jinyang fell silent.