"Boom——!"
The Heavenly Court actually thundered.
Almost in the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered, lingering behind Feng Fuce.
His demon eyes were scarlet, and his blood flowed turbulently in reverse.
Feng Fuce clenched his fist tightly, he looked at Zhi'er, his voice hoarse: "Then all those things we did together before, when the Heavenly Court demanded you accumulate a hundred merits, when you were at your most vulnerable, when you cried in my arms, saying you could only trust me, was that also just a facade to use me?"
Zhi'er nodded slightly: "Yes, I used you, it was my fault."
Feng Fuce staggered back two steps, nearly losing his balance.
The nearby Heavenly Soldiers and Generals were dumbfounded.
Everyone knows that the Heavenly Dao and the Demon Lord support each other.
The demon lord, ruthless and cold-hearted, changed for the Heavenly Dao; this was a well-known fact in the Three Realms.
