Chapter 863: Chapter 667: Me and the Emperor Baili An took a deep breath, lowered his body slightly, and looked down coldly at her, carrying an imposing aura: “Stop pretending with your master! I know, you are my rebellious disciple, Arao!” His voice was like thunder on a dry day, startling the blood in her limbs and bones, igniting a fierce fire in her heart. Under his cold gaze, it felt as if something was collapsing into ruins, while something else surged to life in the hollow of her body. She closed her eyes, her heart ashen, forcing herself to accept this impossible reality: “Since you’ve already remembered the past, I will then…” She actually admitted it?! Baili An was both shocked and fearful inside. The look in his eyes towards the Female Demon Lord changed, believing his absurd suspicions in his heart had been confirmed as fact, leading him to lose his composure for a moment. He unwittingly grabbed her arm tightly and urgently asked: “Are we truly in a master-disciple relationship? If so… why do I call out your name in my drunken dreams?!” At moments , the more you say and ask, the more wrong you are. Sure enough, Arao’s tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, the emptiness and stillness in her phoenix eyes refilled with life and light. She squinted her eyes, examining Baili An intently for a long time, as if she had suddenly seen through something, and then burst into laughter, unable to suppress her body’s tremors, laughing as if reborn after a catastrophe, tears streaming down her face. Baili An realized the question he asked was inappropriate, so he put on a stern face, feigning seriousness, ready to make amends: “Rebellious disciple, if you laugh again…” Suddenly his waist was tightened, and like a dormant serpent, Arao seemed to awaken from hibernation. A slender and long leg clasped tightly around Baili An’s waist, pulling him heavily into her embrace. She straightened her proud body, arching her chest tightly against him like a beautiful serpent, and looked at Baili An with a playful smile, whispering in his ear: “Since Master asks so seriously, the rebellious disciple naturally must answer properly.” “You and I, indeed have a master-disciple relationship. I was your most beloved disciple, so when you conquer and claim in the Enchanting Demon’s embrace, it’s only natural you call out the disciple’s name, isn’t it?” Baili An could see from her insolent demeanor that he had wasted his attempt to extract information due to his impulsive behavior tonight. He pushed Arao’s body away, stood up straight, and looked at her coldly, bluntly asking: “Did I know you in my past life?” The Female Demon Lord picked up the crown that had fallen on the seat, holding it in her arms without wearing it, lightly smiling: “What do you think?” If Baili An were to deduce, it seemed impossible. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NovєlFіre.net By bone age calculations, he was only two hundred years old, and to have known someone like Su Jingyin Bai Shuang was still plausible. The Female Demon Lord had been dismembered and sealed for a thousand years in the Red Flame Quicksand and the serpent’s eye in the Bronze Gate, seemingly impossible to have any connection with him. But if that’s the case, she couldn’t possibly have developed such extraordinary emotional attachment and possessive desire towards him, either. Could it be that the respected Demon Lord of a realm is simply infatuated, admiring only appearances and not substance? “Yes, I am just an infatuated fool.” The Female Demon Lord seemed to see through Baili An’s thoughts at a glance, shamelessly saying: “When we met at the Bronze Gate, I found you charming and attractive, with a commendable appearance. Your small cultivation was able to contend with me, which intrigued me. Initially, I didn’t understand my own intentions until we met again in the Demon World, and I realized you were the one I wanted to hold hands with for a lifetime.” She looked at him intently, her expression extremely serious: “Could it be, you don’t believe in love at first sight in this world?” Baili An was stunned for a long time, seemingly finding it hard to believe this explanation, though it sounded ghostly, had some logical sense. It was precisely this semblance of reason that made Baili An feel that this explanation from the Female Demon Lord, who never spoke the truth, seemed closest to reality. Arao saw that he actually believed it, and was both surprised and amused. Resisting the smile at the corners of her lips, she continued seriously: “I want to hold hands with you; naturally, apart from you, I want no one else. The position of Phoenix Lord is what I plan for you. Seven days from now, if you marry me, you and I will share the Qingzhou Demon World.” As for Ning Feiyan, I’m aware she’s carrying your child, making it hard for you to let go of her. I promise to let her give birth to the child and then grant her a decent burial, even allowing her to return honorably to her homeland. I permit you to have others, but I absolutely won’t allow you the chance to fall in love with anyone else. Everything of mine can be yours, and what I seek from you is only one thing, and that is your heart — a complete heart that cannot contain anyone else.” Arao’s expression was extremely serious, not seeming to be a pretense, and even gave Baili An an illusion that if she couldn’t have it, she wouldn’t hesitate to cut open his chest and take out that whole heart, soaked in blood. Her gaze was so determined, a determination that inspired a chilling fear. The way she looked at him was not purely out of love and affection, but as if seeing a poison that she could not rid herself of, a visceral addiction, an ailment with no cure even for the most detached person. Yes, Baili An felt her gaze upon him constantly, not merely as that of an infatuated woman towards a man, but as if looking at a chronic affliction, unable to peel it off, nor be without it.