nashuaworldcup Chapter 192 Inner Demon
Chapter 192 Inner Demon
As night fell in the Beilin Palace, a stillness reigned. Dim moonlight streamed through the window lattices, casting a hazy veil over the room. Xing Xuanli fell asleep quietly in Yun Mohan's arms. Her face was serene and beautiful, like a sleeping fairy. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her cheeks, and her breathing was even and steady.
Yun Mohan gently placed her on the bed and tucked in the quilt for her, his eyes filled with doting and care. Then, he slowly stood up and walked to the window, gazing out at the deep night, his thoughts drifting far away.
At that moment, Tianshu, like a ghost, quietly approached Yun Mohan. His movements were light and silent, yet the chilling aura of his presence could not be concealed. Tianshu knelt on one knee and spoke in a low, respectful voice, "Your Majesty." His voice was low and respectful, shattering the momentary silence.
Yun Mohan said calmly, "Get up." His tone was calm, but it had a kind of awe-inspiring majesty.
Tianshu stood up as instructed, head bowed, and waited for Yun Mohan's instructions. Yun Mohan continued to stare out the window. After a moment's silence, he slowly asked, "How's it going?"
Tianshu raised his head slightly, his eyes revealing determination, and replied: "Your Majesty, everything is going according to plan, but..." He hesitated to speak, as if he had some concerns.
Yun Mohan leaned slightly to the side, his eyes flashing like lightning. "Just what? Feel free to tell me."
Tianshu took a deep breath and said, "We just encountered some obstacles along the way, but I will definitely do my best to fulfill my mission."
Yun Mohan nodded slightly, "Well, don't take it lightly, this matter is of great importance."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Tianshu responded with a fist salute, then his figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness.
Yun Mohan turned his gaze out the window again. In the night wind, his figure seemed lonely and resolute.
That night, Xing Xuanli slept restlessly, and she drifted into a dream again. All around her was a chaotic darkness, making her feel incredibly oppressive and terrified.
In the dream, an evil spirit that was exactly the same as her appeared again, emitting a creepy aura all over its body, and said viciously: "Si Li, how could you forget? You can forget..." The voice of the evil spirit seemed to come from the depths of hell, full of resentment and unwillingness.
"I haven't forgotten!" Xing Xuanli shouted stubbornly, her eyes revealing determination and unyielding spirit. However, her voice seemed so weak in this dark dream.
The evil spirit sneered, "Haven't you forgotten?" The laughter was sharp and piercing, echoing in this illusory dream space, like an icy sharp blade piercing Xing Xuanli's heart.
"Although I look exactly like you and my Duanmu Li, I am your inner demon and you can't get rid of me." The evil spirit's voice was cold and sharp, as if it carried a chill that could pierce the soul.
Her face appeared eerie and terrifying in the dim dream. It was identical to Duanmu Li's, but with a twisted smile, her eyes revealing endless evil and greed. "Look carefully, every inch of me is the same as you, because I originated from the depths of your heart, conceived from the fear, desire, and pain you hide in the darkness."
Duanmu Li widened her eyes, fear and anger intertwined on her face, "No, you are not me, I will not let you control me!"
The evil spirit laughed wantonly. "Hahahaha, what a presumptuous struggle! You think you can drive me out with just your willpower? Every setback, every loss, every bit of resentment you experience nourishes me and makes me stronger."
Duanmu Li clenched his fists, his body shaking with anger. "No matter what, I will defeat you. I won't let you ruin my life!"
The evil spirit looked at her with contempt. "Your resistance is futile. Whenever you feel tired, whenever you feel lost, I will appear, eroding your soul and plunging you into endless pain and confusion. Do you think those sudden negative emotions are without cause? They are all my fault. You will never escape my control."
Duanmu Li gasped for breath, "Even so, I won't give in. I will find a way to get rid of you!"
The evil spirit slowly approached Duanmu Li and whispered in her ear, "Don't dream. We are one. Until the end of your life, I will follow you like a shadow, torturing you and making you never have peace."
Seeing her frown, Yun Mohan couldn't help but feel pity for her. He stretched out his slender fingers and gently stroked her eyebrows, his movements as gentle as if he were protecting the most precious treasure in the world.
Xing Xuanli seemed trapped in a horrible nightmare, mumbling incessantly. Her voice was unclear, tinged with deep anxiety and fear. Yun Mohan leaned closer, trying to hear what she was saying.
In the dream, the evil spirit wore a dark crimson garment, a color as rich as the deepest pool of blood, emitting a suffocating, evil aura. Every inch of the fabric seemed stained with darkness, revealing an ominous foreboding. In stark contrast, Xing Xuanli wore a pale purple garment, a violet like a dreamlike glow, soft and flowing.
The evil spirit's dark red garment resembled a burning flame, full of aggression and destructive power, each wrinkle seeming to conceal endless malice. Meanwhile, Xing Xuanli's lavender garment resembled a blooming spring flower, gentle and tranquil, emanating a soothing power.
The dark red dress stood out against the dark backdrop of the dream, fluttering and dancing with the evil spirit, as if to devour all the light around it. Meanwhile, Xing Xuanli's lavender dress danced lightly like a breeze, attempting to resist the dark oppression from the evil spirit.
This contrast isn't just a matter of color; it reflects two distinct temperaments and strengths. Against the backdrop of her dark crimson garment, the evil spirit appears even more alluring and alluring, her presence akin to an inescapable nightmare. Meanwhile, Xing Xuanli's lavender attire imbues her with a tenacity and purity. Despite the danger, she radiates an unyielding spirit.
Xing Xuanli squatted helplessly on the ground, as if all her strength had been drained away. Her eyes were empty and confused, and she kept muttering, "I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten." The voice was weak but persistent, as if she was arguing with the whole world.
Her shoulders trembled, and glistening tears slid down her pale cheeks, dripping onto the ground before vanishing in an instant, just like the faint hope in her heart. Xing Xuanli's hands drooped limply at her sides, her fingers digging into the ground, as if trying to grasp onto something to support her nearly collapsed heart.
"Hmph, Xing Xuanli, do you think Nangong Han really loves you? You are too naive. You are just his love tribulation. How can a love tribulation expect you to be sincere?" The evil spirit sneered. Her voice was sharp and harsh, and every word was like a sharp blade, piercing Xing Xuanli's heart.
A twisted smile etched itself on the evil spirit's face, one filled with malice and mockery. Her eyes revealed a triumphant smugness, as if she relished seeing Xing Xuanli injured. "Look at yourself! You foolishly believed his feelings for you were genuine. Don't dream! He's merely undergoing a tribulation, and you're merely a tool in his quest, an insignificant pawn."
Xing Xuanli's face instantly turned pale as paper, and her body trembled uncontrollably. The glint in her eyes dimmed instantly, replaced by deep pain and despair. "No, no, you're lying to me." Her voice trembled, carrying a hint of reluctance and unwillingness to believe.
The evil spirit laughed wantonly. "Hahahaha, I lied to you? Why don't you want to face reality? All those sweet words he said to you, all that gentle care, were just to get through his love tribulation. Once the love tribulation is over, he will abandon you without hesitation, like throwing away a used rag."
Xing Xuanli bit her lips until blood oozed out of them, "I don't believe it. He said he would be with me forever. He wouldn't lie to me."
The evil spirit snorted coldly, "Foolish woman, you believe what a man says? Everything he does is for himself. You are just a passer-by in his life, an insignificant existence."
Xing Xuanli's tears welled up in her eyes, her heart filled with contradictions and struggles. She didn't want to believe the evil spirit's words, but those words kept entwining in her heart like a venomous snake, leaving her unable to escape.
Outside the dream, Yun Mohan whispered in her ear, "Li'er, don't be afraid, I'm here." His voice was gentle and low, like a soft spring breeze, gently brushing past Xing Xuanli's ears, bringing endless care and warmth.
Yun Mohan held Xing Xuanli tightly in his arms. His embrace was solid and reliable, allowing Xing Xuanli to feel his strong heartbeat, again and again, conveying a reassuring strength. His breath gently sprinkled on the tips of Xing Xuanli's hair, bringing a hint of warmth.