Di Shen resolutely stated.
"No more chances."
Xi Jiuye has no more chances.
Remembering Ye Lingyue's previous life, when her soul scattered, those eyes filled with despair, Di Shen's heart, belonging to the Demon Ancestor, a heart that hadn't ached even when faced with betrayal from a friend, now throbbed slightly.
Why should the woman whom Di Shen couldn't bear to hurt became nothing but meat on the chopping block when in Xi Jiuye's hands?
Xi Jiuye, when you chose to let hatred blind you, burying the love she had for you, you lost all chances of redemption.
Whether Ye Lingyue or Ling Yue, from the moment she met Di Shen, she was destined to be his alone.
Whether god or demon, no one in this world can take her away from him.
"My woman, I will protect her well. You better be careful not to slip up, or I wouldn't mind dealing with you along with Xi Jiuye."
Di Shen cast a sharp glance at Guangzi.
