The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master-Chapter 1693 - The Grand Finale
Chapter 1693: Chapter 1693 The Grand Finale
Chapter 1693: Chapter 1693 The Grand Finale
“If there were someone, who treated me like the Devil Emperor, even if I died, my soul dissipated, never to return, I would be willing!” Among the onlookers, a woman sobbed with her face covered.
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“Wuu wuu wuu, me too, I’m so envious of the Demon Queen!” Another woman felt the same.
“Waiting for someone for a hundred thousand years, going through numerous planes to collect her soul, in all the world, apart from the Devil Emperor, probably only Emperor Feng and Emperor Mo could do it!”
They were all noblewomen from the 33 Heavens, but at that moment, these women had forgotten their status, their hearts and eyes filled only with the deeply affectionate man. They all prayed in their hearts to meet such a man, for probably even death would be a blissful thing then.
Hearing such words, the Snow Emperor turned and walked towards the palace exterior. Leaning on the railing, she gazed at the Blood Moon in the sky. After the Demon Queen’s demise, she once asked Yan Ye why he was so persistent, so deeply affectionate, when there are surely women better than Huang Jiu in the world.
“If it weren’t for the sake of being deeply in love, what use would such a long life be?” The man leaned against the Blood Moon, gazing into the boundless night sky, “I suffer heart-wrenching pain for her, fearless of life and death, defying the heavens to seek the Way. The meaning of my life is to achieve a shared bed with her, to become husband and wife as one!”
Now, this man had achieved it, had obtained it!
Yan Ye, trembling all over, finished paying respects to heaven and earth and could not wait to lift Beiting Huang’s Wedding Veil. As the bride, Beiting Huang was so breathtakingly beautiful that, upon seeing her face, which was not as he had envisioned in his dreams—bleeding from the seven orifices—Yan Ye finally let out a sigh of relief. He pulled Beiting Huang into his arms, taking in her lovely scent. “Huang, from now on, no one will be able to separate us!”
From outside Luobei City in the Sunset Forest, from the moment she became Beiting Huang to now, in the 33 Heavens, standing in the Yanmo Heavenly City, looking up at the Blood Moon Palace hanging above her head, the Blood Moon was so dazzling, yet Beiting Huang seemed to see, through countless silent nights, Yan Ye leaning on the Blood Moon, his lonely flute playing, weeping note by note, calling out to her soul scattered across the universe.
The loneliness of that time, the heart-wrenching pain of that time, the tears he accumulated in his eyes and refused to let fall lightly…
Beiting Huang took a deep breath; she hugged Yan Ye back with all her might, “Nothing will be able to separate us ever again, through life after life!”
Beiting Huang thought the first time was painful enough but had not expected that there had been so many times already, and the wedding night would be so unbearable. For a full three days and nights, as the red bedding tossed and turned, she would have believed she was being ravaged by Yan Ye if she hadn’t known he would never hurt her, even the slightest.
“Huang, you should be considerate of your husband. In the Central Continent, it’s been ten thousand years, but in the 33 Heavens, it’s a hundred thousand years, and who knows how many million years it might be on other continents? This wedding night, you owe me!”
Beiting Huang felt a rush of irritation; she raised her hand to hit this darned fellow but suddenly felt a tightness in her chest and a turning over of the seas in her belly. She hurried towards the back chamber, but her legs went weak.
Yan Ye was all flustered, and the Bedchamber in the Blood Moon Palace was thrown into chaos.
“It must be you who made me sick!” Beiting Huang, vomiting to the point of turning the world upside down, barely gathered some energy before she started complaining to Yan Ye.
Meanwhile, Yan Ye’s fingertips carefully rested on her wrist, moving smoothly and fluidly as if rolling a bead. Yan Ye’s heart filled with joy, and his lips, like cherry blossoms, slowly curved upwards. In his purple eyes, light swirled, like the Star River pouring out.
(The End)
