World-Ending Demon Emperor-Chapter 64 - 61 Total Victory Accepting the Bet with Grace The Wedding Ceremony!

64: Chapter 61: Total Victory, Accepting the Bet with Grace, The Wedding Ceremony!

64 -61: Total Victory, Accepting the Bet with Grace, The Wedding Ceremony!

“The piece I will play is called ‘Bridal Gown,’ which I composed myself,” said Meng Tuoluo.

Then, she gracefully sat in front of the harpsichord, extended her delicate jade hands, closed her beautiful eyes, and began to play.

Lanling also closed his eyes, not missing a single note, for this was the other party’s original composition.

As soon as her hands fell, the wonderful music immediately began to float out.

At the very first sound, Lanling immediately felt Meng Tuoluo’s incomparable talent in music, which was a very mysterious feeling.

When a master makes a move, one knows if they have it or not.

Anything in the world is a combination of certain elements, and music is no exception.

For a master, a piece of music is alive, is vibrant, with every note easily touching the listener’s soul.

And Meng Tuoluo before him was such a master.

Lanling easily felt that this woman’s musical talent even surpassed that of Tutor Niya, who was a renowned musician in the entire Rage Wave Kingdom.

Meng Tuoluo was completely immersed in her world, for she spent only two months creating this piece—it took the same amount of time to make her bridal gown.

Those two months were the happiest, the most beautiful, and the most anticipated times of her inner life.

Waiting to become a bride during those two months, it felt as though every breath she took was sweet, and even the sky seemed to have a pink hue.

In such wonderful times, innumerable inspirations fluttered out from her mind.

Thus, this was the best piece she had ever created, the most wonderful and also the most smoothly composed.

Because her heart was no longer joyful, she could never again create such a wonderful piece of music.

Lanling closed his eyes as though he saw a vision.

A girl waiting to be married, sewing her bridal gown with indescribable happiness, stitch by stitch.

Each day, she waited for her wedding day to arrive, her heart filled with endless anticipation and a touch of nervousness.

She wanted to see her beloved every day, yet she also wanted to save all her longing for the wedding day when she could fully express her love.

The piece was really beautiful to listen to, far surpassing Lanling’s imagination.

Without exaggeration, the piece was on par with some of the famous compositions on Earth because it was created during the most beautiful time with the most joyous heart.

The entire piece described the joy, anticipation, and beauty of a bride-to-be, as well as a hint of her subtle anxiety.

Meng Tuoluo’s skill at playing the piano was so advanced that it completely intoxicated Lanling.

…

“Ding…”

The piano sound abruptly stopped, and with it, the mood of the piece, because the bride was about to put on her bridal gown, and the wedding was about to begin.

At this moment, Meng Tuoluo’s face was already full of tears.

All the beauty of her life came to an abrupt end with the final note of this piece.

Years ago, she had worn her bridal gown and headed for the Holy Ceremony Hall to await the happiest moment of her life.

But what awaited her was a cold nightmare.

The groom did appear, but he was accompanied by another bride.

Since the man was also from a top-notch family, and the invitations had been sent out, the wedding had to go on.

It was just that the bride had been replaced by another woman from an even more prestigious family.

And Meng Tuoluo, wearing her bridal gown and standing in the hall, became the laughingstock of everyone.

It was supposed to be her wedding, her groom, and yet the bride turned out to be someone else.

At that moment, her life, everything she had, was put on hold.

Although the eyes of her lover were filled with guilt, he could not even bear to look at her.

Since then, an angel had fallen, and a nightmare like the Black Widow had been born.

Meng Tuoluo swore that from then on, she would never shed a tear in front of a man.

So, she turned her back to Lanling and wept quietly without making a sound. fгeewebnovёl.com

She remained immersed in her feelings for quite a while.

Lanling said, “You have been punishing yourself with his mistake all along.”

Meng Tuoluo’s soul trembled, but she did not respond.

Lanling continued, “By killing every handsome man, it’s as if you’re taking revenge on him.

Yet he remains unharmed, while it’s you who is continuously sinking.”

Meng Tuoluo still did not respond.

Lanling went on, “If you go on like this, within three years, you will die; you will commit suicide.

Because you are an angel, even if forced to fall and become a demon, you can only weep in hell, not sing joyfully.”

“Enough, don’t say anymore,” Meng Tuoluo wiped away her tears and turned her face, saying, “Let’s get on with our wager.

Play your piece and let’s see if someone can surpass me.

Fair is fair—if you win, after we complete the marriage ceremony, we’ll really consummate the marriage, and I will truly give myself to you.”

Then, she stood up and left the harpsichord.

Lanling approached, sat down, and said, “Your piece is really good, I dare not say mine surpasses yours.

But your piece ended before the wedding even began, while my piece is the entire fantasy wedding.”

Then, Lanling closed his eyes, took a deep breath, raised his hands, and gently let them fall.

Enchanting piano sounds flowed from his fingertips.

He was playing the well-known Earth composition, “Wedding in the Dream,” a piece that’s simple to play yet extremely classic and beautiful.

Even in the first few notes, it could penetrate the ears of the listeners and enter their souls.

For someone as refined, sensitive, and fragile as Meng Tuoluo, her soul was completely conquered by the music instantly.

Someone like her had long transcended the mere quality of playing music well, instead diving directly into the imagery and stories behind the compositions.

And then, becoming profoundly and thoroughly intoxicated with them.

The piece Lanling played was indeed a classic passed down through generations.

However, when the notes drifted out of the room, all the barbarian maids who were cleaning outside stopped in their tracks and listened attentively.

These people had no musical culture, understanding nothing specific, but they knew one thing for certain—it was truly, truly pleasant to the ear.

Music is an immortal language, transcending all civilizations and races.

Especially classical music that is sublime, it isn’t formed by language but shaped by the soul.

And “Wedding in the Dream,” the piece Lanling played, was just such music; anyone who heard it had only one impression.

It was truly too marvelous, too captivating, even though the piece itself was rather simple.

…

Lanling lifted his hands, signaling the end of his performance.

And within the entire space, those exquisitely beautiful notes seemed to still flutter in the air, lingering around people’s ears, as if they had never touched the ground.

With her eyes still closed, Meng Tuoluo let out a deep sigh within her heart, knowing she had lost.

There was no reason, just a very simple feeling.

The music of the opponent was more enchanting, more splendid.

After a long while, Meng Tuoluo opened her beautiful eyes and looked straight at Lanling for the first time.

With that one glance, it was as if she wanted to see through Lanling’s mask and enter his soul.

He was a slightly fragile-looking beautiful young man, with a hint of melancholy, whose calm gaze hid traces of madness.

He must be, like her, sensitive and possessing a dark psyche.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have guessed her tragic past on the very first day they met.

In the brief span of these days, in matters of the mind, aesthetics, and musical accomplishment, he had outshone her completely.

Yet Meng Tuoluo was once the most outstanding among the candidates for Holy Maiden in the Holy Temple.

Yet excluding martial arts, he had surpassed her in every other aspect.

In this battle between man and woman, she, Meng Tuoluo, was almost thoroughly defeated.

“Your piece, it’s a tragedy,” Meng Tuoluo said.

Lanling nodded, “Yes, because the groom died.”

“Why did he die?” asked Meng Tuoluo.

“To save the bride,” Lanling replied.

Meng Tuoluo chuckled softly, “Then are you going to save me as well?”

Lanling shook his head, “My life’s mission is to protect my sister.

However, if I am destined to die, then I hope my death can save your soul.”

Meng Tuoluo’s stunning face quivered, “Why so?”

Lanling said, “Because we are alike, capable of becoming either angels or demons.”

This statement became the sharpest arrow, instantly piercing through Meng Tuoluo’s heart.

Capable of becoming an angel or a demon—this was the best explanation of her life.

Her many masks shattered, for before someone who understood her so deeply, who pitied her, and even shared a character similar to hers, any disguise became meaningless.

“Fine, you’ve won again.

Your insight, your artistry, your musical talent, all have surpassed mine,” Meng Tuoluo admitted.

“I concede to the wager and will honor my word by giving myself to you after the wedding ceremony.”

Having said that, she departed.

Lanling knew that, before the formal wedding ceremony, she would not return.

And all of his efforts were about to come to an end as well.

Now, it was just a matter of waiting for the wedding, waiting for the verdict of destiny.

To live or to die?

…

On the day when the moon was full, the auspicious time had arrived, and the wedding ceremony began!

That day, the entire Poison Snake tribe was decked out in new attire, and every person was dressed in festive red clothing.

For the female chieftain of the Poison Snake tribe was to be wed once more, and this occasion was more grandiose than all the previous ones.

Inside the Chieftain’s Hall, red candles were everywhere, as were festive decorations and flowers.

Even the children of the tribe who were considered decent looking were called upon to scatter flower petals and toss candies around, as if it were a real wedding.

Lanling had designed a white bridal gown, and Meng Tuoluo had quickly tailored it.

However, she did not wear it, because after all, this was not a real wedding ceremony, but merely a ritual of bloodsucking and slaughter.

She wore her tight, crimson long dress as usual.

For once she donned the white bridal gown, she would become an angel.

And by wearing the crimson dress, she would become a demon, for it was the color of fresh blood.

At this moment, she still chose to be a demon.

Similarly, there was no festive music playing, because the two people who could play the piano were participating in the wedding ceremony.

So, in the eyes of the watching Barbarians, the two role-played the matrimonial ritual.

To pay respects to heaven and earth, to the senior family members, and then the couple bowed to each other.

The entire process was like a pantomime.

The only sound following the end of the ceremony came from a robust barbarian man, the Barbarian Army Leader who had pursued Lanling.

He shouted in an imperfect intonation, “The ceremony is complete, escort them to the bridal chamber!”