Chapter 95: Tyrant

Dongfang Qi hurriedly explained, "That was all when I was five or six years old. When I first picked him up, he was fluffy, just like a big dog. He would bare his fangs at everyone else, but only wag his tail at me."

"As a child, I was sleepy; sometimes when I played until I was tired, I would sleep on the ground without covering myself with a quilt. Xiao Hui was very spiritual; fearing I would be cold, he would use his tail to tuck me under his belly to keep me warm."

"Later..."

"Later you rolled into bed?" Lin Qingyue added casually.

And so, the originally warm and cute scene instantly took on a different atmosphere.

Dongfang Qi felt as if he couldn't explain himself no matter what.

"It was really just those few years when I was a child! By the time I was eight, he suddenly turned into a human. That was when I realized he was a wolf demon."

"Humans still harbor some prejudice against demons; he was afraid I would drive him away, and he held me, crying until his tears and snot flowed everywhere."

"Of course, I couldn't possibly drive him away; he was already used to being with people, how could he adapt to the deep mountains and old forests? So I let him be a page boy by my side."

"Because he was influenced by human culture, he lived more and more like a human. Usually, in front of outsiders, his manners were impeccable. It was only in private, when there were no outsiders, that he would occasionally show the simple-mindedness of his childhood. There were absolutely no ulterior motives!"

The last sentence was the key point.

Lin Qingyue smiled: "That's good. Both a guard and a pet, and also a hardworking beast of burden for the Great Qi Kingdom."

Dongfang Qi: "... That summary is very accurate."

There was no reply from above. Dongfang Qi pricked up his ears and listened quietly, whispering, "May you have sweet dreams."

Pillowed by the brilliant galaxy of stars, Lin Qingyue slowly drifted into a dream.

She rarely dreamed, but tonight, as soon as she sank into slumber, vast scenes of dreams came one after another.

The starry sky was gone, the night was gone, and what appeared before her eyes was a dense crowd of people, kneeling and kowtowing in fear and trembling, shouting "Long live" in unison.

And she, wearing the black imperial robes of an emperor, embroidered with patterns of the sun, moon, stars, and dragons, symbolized "equal in honor to heaven and earth."

Her cold, arrogant gaze peered through the dangling jade beads of her crown, surveying the people below.

That was the scene of Lin Qingyue declaring herself emperor and ascending the throne.

Ordinary emperors would grant amnesty to the world upon ascending the throne to win over the hearts of the people.

But not her.

On the first day of her ascension, she wanted to establish her authority.

And so, the Eight Great Immortal Sects and Families, which had been prestigious for thousands of years, were slaughtered to the last on that very day.

Heads rolled, blood covered the ground, making the name of the tyrant Qingyue Immortal Monarch resound throughout the entire Immortal Cultivation World! Everyone was terrified, shrouded in the shadow of death.

Yet she laughed brilliantly, saying, "So much blood, what a waste. It just so happens that the walls of the Yun Gong are monotonous in color; why not change the color?"

And so her palace was painted a deep crimson with blood, forever intimidating the world.

People in the world said she was the reincarnation of a devil, yet she insisted on calling herself an Immortal Monarch, fearing she wouldn't be able to become an immortal after death.

Of course, no one dared to say these things to her face; even discussing it behind her back required caution against being reported.

Only one person never feared her.

He said to her, "The world says you are vicious, but I know that those you kill are the wicked. But why do you not let people know your good intentions? Why do you bear those insults?"

At this time, she stood in the magnificent hall of the Yun Gong, smiling seductively: "You want this Monarch to explain to those ants? Are they worthy?"

Her smile vanished, and her finger, painted with bright red nail polish, lifted the man's beautiful chin: "Does A Zhuo know what this Monarch wants to do?"

The man in white looked fearlessly into the eyes of the world's number one female demon monarch, his smile gentle: "I know. Your Majesty wants to save the world."

"Wrong." Qingyue Immortal Monarch curled her lips in a smile, "This Monarch wants to destroy the world!"

Then she leaned down and kissed the man's lips, sucking fiercely, and an ambiguous atmosphere permeated the entire hall.

The world knew that the Demon Monarch Qingyue was not only cruel and bloodthirsty but also licentious beyond measure.

In her Yun Gong, she imprisoned three thousand handsome men for her own pleasure.

But what was rarely known was that among the three thousand handsome men, she only favored one. All her tenderness and pampering were given to this man of unknown origin named "A Zhuo."

Yet, after getting drunk, looking at his brows and eyes, she would shed tears as she looked, calling out another man's name: "Zhuohua, I miss you so much..."

At this moment, the A Zhuo in the dream abandoned his usual docility and suddenly grabbed her wrist, questioning: "Is Your Majesty looking at me, or seeing him through me?"

Qingyue Immortal Monarch smiled and stroked the man's pair of sword-like brows: "You knew long ago, didn't you? A Zhuo, you were always just his substitute. If it weren't for him, what makes you think you would be by this Monarch's side?"

A Zhuo left in anger; his white back and his posture while walking were truly exactly like his.

From then on, for a whole year, he sulked and stopped coming to serve her. And Qingyue Immortal Monarch did not take the initiative to summon him again.

Later, new people came to the Yun Gong. Each one was more handsome than the last, and all of them longed to receive the favor of the most powerful woman in the world.

A Zhuo finally panicked and took the initiative to come before her to soften his stance: "Your Majesty, even if you treat me as his substitute, it doesn't matter; I only ask that you leave a place for me in your heart."

But at this time, the look in Qingyue's eyes when she looked at him no longer held the previous deep affection.

She turned away coldly, "A Zhuo, leave the Yun Gong. This Monarch will send someone to take you to the mortal realm; you can start over."

"Your Majesty, you want to drive me away?" He looked at her in disbelief.

"Why? Even if I am just a substitute, it's been ten years! A Zhuo has accompanied you for ten years! How can you say you don't want me anymore? Your Majesty, turn around and look at me, look at me, okay?"

Qingyue Immortal Monarch did not turn around.

She simply ordered someone to send him away heartlessly.

She just stood at the window of the great hall, watching his departing back, watching for a long, long time.

Later, the tyrant who had ruled the Immortal Cultivation World for more than a decade was finally overthrown, and that Yun Gong, which symbolized sin, was swallowed by a sea of fire.

A large number of rebel troops gathered beneath the Yun Gong, waiting to welcome the moment the first female tyrant in history met her downfall.

Only that person, the one she had sent far away, the one she thought she would never see again in this life, fought his way out of the crowd, rushing toward her like a moth to a flame.

His white robes were stained red with blood, and then licked and swallowed by the flames...

"A Zhuo, no!"

Lin Qingyue woke up with a start, her palm slapping the carriage roof beneath her, failing to control her strength for a moment. The carriage roof shattered with a "bang."

And she, not yet recovered from the dream, fell into the carriage, colliding with a soft body.

Dongfang Qi was just about to doze off when a person suddenly fell from the sky, causing his chest to ache with pain.

He was about to speak, but when their eyes met, he suddenly saw Lin Qingyue's face covered in tears.

In the night, under the starlight, her face, which always wore a playful smile, revealed immense sorrow.

Dongfang Qi's heart felt as if it had been pinched by something; it hurt a lot.

He subconsciously raised his hand, wiped the tears from her face, and asked softly, "Why are you crying?" ===== CHAPTER 96 =====