Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1103: I Want the Entire Demon Realm Buried with You
"Madam?"
Zuo Yan stood up with a deliberately shocked expression, looking incredulously at Wen Xiao’ai, who was standing at the entrance of the hall, her plain dress stained red, exuding a murderous aura.
"Madam... so you weren’t dead after all?" He looked at Wen Xiao’ai, speaking with delight, his face full of excitement.
Madam?
Wen Xiao’ai was slightly taken aback, her delicate brows furrowing.
She frowned only because of Zuo Yan’s strange use of the word "Madam", nothing else.
"Are you surprised that this princess is not dead?!"
Wen Xiao’ai raised her hand, the blood-stained longsword pointed directly at Zuo Yan, who was seated at the main seat of the hall.
"Zuo Yan, you led troops to massacre my clan, this enmity is irreconcilable. Today, this princess will have your entire Demon Clan buried with you!"
"Madam, what... what are you saying?" Zuo Yan looked utterly puzzled.
"Princess? Madam, how did you become a princess?"
Wen Xiao’ai looked at Zuo Yan, who was spouting nonsense, her delicate brows furrowing tighter.
"What scheme are you trying to play?!"
"Madam, how did you become a demon? And don’t you remember me?" Zuo Yan took two anxious steps forward, feigning a look of worry and urgency.
"No matter what, it’s good that you’re still around, the Lord loves you so much, whether you’re celestial or demon, his feelings for you are the same. If the Lord knew you were still alive, he’d definitely be overjoyed."
"What kind of nonsense are you spouting?!"
Wen Xiao’ai watched Zuo Yan, who was muttering things she couldn’t understand, thinking he must be up to some trick.
Wait, did he just mention the Lord?
Demon Lord?
Nie Jiuque?
Wasn’t he dead for over a thousand years?
Why does it sound like, according to Zuo Yan, the Demon Lord wasn’t dead at all?
"Madam, do you not remember the Lord either?" Zuo Yan looked at Wen Xiao’ai with a worried face.
"Shut up, Zuo Yan, don’t think you can fool me. Let me ask you, how to break the Blood Poisonous Insect? If you tell me, I’ll let you die a quicker death."
"Blood Poisonous Insect? I..."
"Speak quickly!"
"Madam, have you forgotten that only the Lord can break the Blood Poisonous Insect? If I knew how to break it, I would have done so myself long ago."
Hearing this, Wen Xiao’ai was immediately furious: "Zuo Yan, my Cat Demon Clan holds no grudges against you, yet you led troops to slaughter my clan, not to mention bringing out such a malicious Blood Poisonous Insect to harm people. Do you have any conscience left?!"
Thinking of the torment Ye Qi had just suffered, thinking that this thing would accompany him for a lifetime, Wen Xiao’ai wished she could tear apart the culprit in front of her.
"Madam, I’ve been wronged, the Blood Poisonous Insect on me was planted by the Lord..." Zuo Yan quickly cried out his innocence.
"What are you trying to say? Are you saying the Blood Poisonous Insect on Brother Ye Qi was planted by that Demon Lord who died a thousand years ago?"
Wen Xiao’ai, unable to suppress her rage, felt Zuo Yan was trying to deceive her like a fool.
"No, madam, the Lord is actually not..."
"Zuo Yan!"
Before Zuo Yan could finish, a black figure suddenly stormed into the hall, sternly stopping him from speaking further.
Zuo Yan looked at the person who suddenly appeared, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth, his gaze subtly shifting.
"It’s you."
Wen Xiao’ai looked at the man in black robes who appeared in front of Zuo Yan, her eyes narrowing, her grip tightening on her sword.
Ye Yin saw the hatred-filled gaze Wen Xiao’ai directed at him, and his heart burned with urgency.
No, he must find a chance to explain everything to her, to tell her she’s not Wen Xiao’ai, but Shang Ying. The Lord is still alive and had been trying to resurrect her for a millennium, the Lord didn’t order Zuo Yan to massacre the Cat Demon Clan, nor did he curse Ye Qi with the insect.
