Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Ye Piaoling felt like her whole world was falling apart.
[So you’re saying, in this dream, no matter which one of us dies, my soul will be the one to dissipate?]
[Congratulations, Host! You got it right!]
[What is there to congratulate about that!??]
Ye Piaoling couldn’t help but curse: [Quick, tell me, how do I leave this place?]
System: [Only by breaking the dream can the Host wake up alive.]
Ye Piaoling: [Fine, how do I break it?]
System: [When the dream and reality overlap, the Soul-Departing Dream will shatter on its own…]
[Make the dream and reality overlap?]
Ye Piaoling frowned. [How exactly do I do that? Can you be a bit more specific?]
However, after the system finished that sentence, it seemed to suffer a malfunction; the audio started lagging.
Only the echoes remained, reverberating endlessly:
[The dream will shatter…]
[Will shatter…]
[Shatter…]
[Shatter…]
[Ter…]
Then, there was total silence.
Ye Piaoling: “…”
It always breaks down at the critical moment.
If it’s not a lost signal, it’s a broken microphone…
This system.
A stampede of ten thousand mystical animals galloped through Ye Piaoling’s heart.
Since she couldn’t contact the idiotic system, she could only rely on herself.
Ye Piaoling looked around. This massive Bedchamber was incredibly empty, like a prison cell. There weren’t even any windows. Dim, gloomy candlelight flickered on the walls, and a set of tightly closed doors stood in the distance.
And she was currently chained to the bed. Escaping was impossible!
This place was a completely different world from reality. To make them overlap…
Ye Piaoling couldn’t think of a way to make them overlap for the time being.
It seemed she could only wait for the Demon Emperor to arrive, tell him the truth, and analyze the situation with him. Perhaps they could find an answer together?
Just as she was pondering this…
The doors were suddenly pushed open, and a tall, slender figure walked in.
The man wore voluminous black robes. Adorning his ink-black hair was a magnificent hairpiece symbolizing his supreme status in the Demon Realm. His handsome face was exactly the same as Di Xiulan’s.
Even the expression in his eyes hadn’t changed-an endless well of evil and cruelty hidden beneath a veneer of gentleness.
It was as if the Regent King had simply changed his outfit and styling…
The Demon Emperor walked toward the bed, step by step.
Ye Piaoling immediately curled into a ball, hugging her knees. She sat up like a roly-poly toy and looked up, saying:
“Listen to me, this world is fake! It’s a dream!”
The Demon Emperor didn’t speak; he only looked down at her.
Ye Piaoling spoke rapidly: “You aren’t some Demon Emperor, and I’m not a Peach Blossom Spirit… This is all your dream. We can’t stay trapped in this dream; we have to find a way to leave!”
The Demon Emperor suddenly smiled. That smile possessed a damnably tender quality.
He leaned down slightly, reaching out to stroke her cheek.
“If you want to escape, you should think of a different method… Or do you think I am so easily deceived?”
“What do you mean? You don’t believe me?” Ye Piao grew anxious. “Everything I’m saying is true! Think about it carefully, it makes so much sense. Why wouldn’t you believe me?!”
A cold sneer escaped the Demon Emperor’s lips.
Ignoring her, he straightened his body and elegantly untied his waistband.
“You, you, you…” Ye Piaoling’s eyes widened like copper bells. “Don’t be in such a hurry to take off your clothes! Let’s talk this through!”
The man didn’t listen to her at all. He stripped off his robes and tossed them aside with a flick of his wrist, then pressed himself down upon her.
“Ahhh!”
Ye Piaoling screamed and struggled, but she was pinned down firmly by the Big Demon King.
The man’s long fingers pinched her chin, his voice husky: “Don’t waste your strength. Be good, and you’ll suffer less.”
With a wave of his hand, the red silk on her body was reduced to shreds.
Ye Piaoling’s fur stood on end, and she suddenly let out a furious roar:
“Di Xiulan!!!”
The Demon Emperor’s movements paused for a moment.
He said gloomily, “You have quite the nerve, daring to shout another man’s name in my bed.”
Ye Piaoling: “…”
Ye Piaoling: “If I said I gave you a nickname called Di Xiulan, would you believe me?”
The psychotic Demon Emperor let out a mocking chuckle.
As if he didn’t want to hear any more of her nonsense, he pinned her face-down onto the bed without hesitation.
His movements were cold and violent, without a shred of pity.
Ye Piaoling’s face was buried in the fluffy feather mattress. Layers of hanging red curtains brushed against her skin like feathers.
She shook her head vigorously, tossing aside the gauze curtains that were smothering her face.
What should she do? This dog of a man, the Demon Emperor, didn’t believe a word she said!
He didn’t remember anything from reality. He didn’t know Di Xiulan; he only thought he was the Demon Emperor!
Ye Piaoling’s head was buzzing. She couldn’t think of a way to convince him for the moment…
The perverted Big Demon King held her pinned beneath him. His thin lips landed on her smooth back, delivering a malicious bite.
It was a dangerous, alien sensation.
Ye Piaoling felt her scalp go numb; her entire body broke out in goosebumps. “…”
She immediately began to thrash about in a frenzy.
She was only halfway through her struggle when she was submerged by a sudden wave of pain.
“I *&@*#^%$!!!”
In an instant, tears surged from Ye Piaoling’s eyes from the pain.
Even though it was a dream, her senses were no different from reality.
Ye Piaoling clawed at the red curtains in a frenzy. She wanted nothing more than to send this man flying with a massive slap, or perhaps pin him to the floor and beat him until he was hammered into the dirt…