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Ling Zhu focused her gaze and noticed that the man had a Jade Token hanging from his waist. She recognized it immediately; it was their token of love.
In an instant, she lost her composure and rushed forward, reaching out to brush aside the man's long hair from his forehead. The familiar face brought tears to her eyes; it was him, truly him!
The man slowly lifted his head, and upon seeing Ling Zhu, his expression was one of shock: "Ling Zhu, is it really you? I never expected to see you again in this lifetime. How have you been?"
"Yes, yes, I'm fine, don't worry!" Ling Zhu looked up and down at her husband. His clothes were tattered, and he was emaciated; it was clear he had been imprisoned for a long time. Now that he was alive, how could she bear to see him suffer so much and be so weak?
Ling Zhu turned and knelt before the Demon Lord, repeatedly bowing her head in supplication: "Demon Lord, I beg you, please let him go. I will do anything you ask. Please!"
The Demon Lord sat calmly on the dragon throne and exchanged a glance with the Wolf King. The Wolf King then stepped forward to help Ling Zhu up: "Since you have decided to pledge your allegiance to the Demon Lord, we will naturally treat your husband well. Don't worry; once the Demon Lord's grand plans are accomplished, you will both be free to live your lives as a couple."
Ling Zhu bit her lip tightly. She knew very well that no matter how much she pleaded with them, the Demon Lord would not release her husband unless she obediently did their bidding. Otherwise, her husband could die at any moment.
Seeing that she seemed to be swayed, the Demon Lord waved his hand, and two Little Demons began to lead her husband away toward the back hall. Ling Zhu desperately wanted to stop them but was blocked by the Wolf King's Wolf Tooth Blade.
"Don't be anxious!" The Wolf King looked at the frantic Ling Zhu with a strange smile: "Since we promised you, we will not harm your husband's life. However, before that, the Demon Lord has a task for you."
Upon hearing this, Ling Zhu frowned. She realized that she was about to be forced into servitude for them. But if she dared to refuse, not only would her husband suffer, but she herself would also be unable to leave this place today.
"What is it?" Ling Zhu turned to look at the silent Demon Lord: "If you want me to harm my friends' lives, then I would rather die today than agree!"
The Demon Lord immediately stood up and walked slowly toward her. He leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Actually, what we need you to do is very simple; it won't require harming their lives at all."
Ling Zhu turned to look at the Demon Lord after hearing his words and asked: "If it doesn't involve harming their lives, then what do you want me to do?"
The Demon Lord raised an eyebrow at Ling Zhu and then signaled to the Wolf King standing nearby before turning back toward the dragon throne: "I only need you to bring me the Ancient Five Divine Artifacts."
Ancient Five Divine Artifacts? Ling Zhu was startled. This was something that everyone had worked hard to gather, how could she take them away? She clenched her fists tightly: "I can't do it. I can't defeat Shirley, Qingtian, or Fat Ancestor. There's no way I can take the Five Great Divine Artifacts."
Wolf King listened to her and immediately took out a small blue bottle from his waist, handing it to her: "I know it's hard for you to take action. Don't worry, just put this Psychedelic Powder into their food and drink, and you won't need me to teach you what to do next."
Psychedelic Powder? Ling Zhu widened her eyes as she looked at the bottle in Wolf King's hand. She never expected they would resort to such despicable means to seize the artifacts—knocking out friends to steal things. It was a joke; this was worse than killing her.
"No!" Ling Zhu knocked the bottle out of Wolf King's hand onto the ground: "I will never betray my friends like this. You might as well kill me!"
"Kill you? That would be easy, but are you sure you want your husband to die with you? Or do you want to hear your husband's cries of agony again?" The Demon Lord squinted at Ling Zhu.
Ling Zhu fell silent. How could she choose between friends and loved ones? In the end, she loosened her tightly clenched fists, gritted her teeth, and picked up the small bottle from the ground. Wolf King nodded at the Demon Lord and led her out of the cave.
The Demon Lord knew very well about this woman named Ling Zhu. Her weakness was her husband, and he understood one thing very clearly: she would become one of his most useful pawns.
"Hehe!" The Demon Lord chuckled softly, a chilling sound: "The first step has been completed; now it's your turn: Xiang Xueer."
When Ling Zhu returned to the Ruined Temple, dawn was approaching. She walked heavily into the temple, where Shirley and the others were still fast asleep.
At that moment, Qingtian walked in through the back door and asked upon seeing Ling Zhu: "Ling Zhu, where have you been? I've been looking for you for a while and couldn't find you!"
"Ah!" Ling Zhu tightly gripped the bottle in her hand and quickly forced a smile: "Nothing, I just had a bit of a stomachache and went to find a place to relieve myself!"
"Oh, I see. I thought something happened to you; I almost called Shirley and the others!" Qingtian, relieved that she was fine, didn't ask further. Just then, Xiang Xueer, who had been napping for a while, woke up upon hearing their conversation.
She covered Gunaara with a blanket and quickly placed her finger on her lips: "Ling Zhu, let's go outside to find something to eat so they can sleep a little longer!"
"Mm!" The two of them walked towards the forest. Xiang Xueer looked up at a wild thorn pear and leaped up the rock wall to pick it. "Ah, time is running out! We still haven't found any trace of the Demon Army. It's really driving me crazy!"
Ling Zhu lowered her head, feeling increasingly conflicted, and casually remarked, "Shirley, the Demon Lord's methods are ruthless. You all need to be extra careful in your actions from now on!"
"Mm?" Xiang Xueer suddenly stopped what she was doing, turned around, and flew down from the rock wall with a puzzled expression on her face. "Ling Zhu, what do you mean by that? Isn't the Demon Lord dead?"
Ling Zhu finally realized and quickly shook her head, struggling to explain herself, stammering, "N-no, it's not that. I just heard that the Demon Lord is not dead yet!"
Heard? Xiang Xueer found it even more strange when she heard this. Ling Zhu usually stayed with her; who did she hear it from? She stared at Ling Zhu's flickering eyes and asked, "Ling Zhu, who exactly did you hear this from?"
Ling Zhu broke out in a cold sweat from her questioning. After a while, she could only force a smile and shake her head. "It's nothing. I just heard Duck say it. You know how it is; it doesn't even know what it's thinking about every day."
Xiang Xueer sighed. Ling Zhu was acting quite strange today, speaking hesitantly. She reached out and patted her shoulder. "Don't worry, Ling Zhu. As long as I'm here, no one can harm my companions."
"Let's go; we've picked enough fruit. Let's eat and hurry on our way. Maybe we can find a small town for lunch!" Shirley said cheerfully as she turned to leave with the fruit in her arms. Ling Zhu watched her back and felt even more conflicted inside.
In a dark cave, Fire Rat was sitting on the ground meditating to heal its wounds when it heard very light footsteps outside. It frowned slightly but continued to meditate.
After a while, it took a deep breath and slowly opened its eyes. Wolf King had been standing nearby, its pair of emerald green eyes watching it intently. "How is it? How are your injuries?"
Fire Rat stood up from the ground, cracking its fingers loudly and revealing an evil and cold smile at the corner of its mouth. "That Dead Girl Xiang Xueer! This time, I will definitely not let you go!"
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