World-Ending Demon Emperor-Chapter 65 - 62 Blood Red

65: Chapter 62: Blood Red

65 -62: Blood Red

“The ceremony is complete, escort to the bridal chamber!”

Then, all the men of the Barbarian Tribes looked at Lanling with schadenfreude.

All the women of the Barbarian Tribes looked at Lanling with sympathy.

A handsome man is favored by women everywhere, even among the Barbarian Tribes.

Especially since his song “Wedding in the Dream” was so wonderfully moving.

Lanling and Meng Tuoluo, holding a red silk ribbon, entered the bridal chamber.

…

Inside the bridal chamber, red candles burned brightly, and the warmth was like spring.

The bride, Meng Tuoluo, sat gracefully on the edge of the bed with a red veil over her head.

And Lanling, stood quietly in the center of the chamber.

Neither of them spoke, not even Meng Tuoluo to ask him to lift her veil.

Because, lifting the veil would be akin to starting the gamble, a gamble of life and death!

Taking a deep breath, Lanling walked over, reached for the corner of the red veil, and slowly lifted it.

A face so beautiful it took one’s breath away.

Then, that face smiled at Lanling and said softly, “My lord, it’s getting late, let’s rest.”

“Okay,” Lanling said.

After that, Meng Tuoluo’s delicate hand hooked Lanling’s neck as she slowly lay down.

“I’ve said it, I am willing to accept the outcome of the bet, it’s your turn,” Meng Tuoluo spoke hoarsely, “Although I’ve been married over a dozen times, I have never been touched by a man; I am still pure and untainted.”

Meng Tuoluo’s eyes began to show a slight panic, her breathing erratic.

She was a woman who was pure, and even though her soul and mind had fallen, her body remained untouched.

Her decision to give herself to Lanling was driven by revenge, to get back at the man she deeply loved, the man who betrayed her.

Yet at this moment, she truly felt frightened.

Handing herself over completely seemed harder than she had imagined.

She had once cherished her body very much, wanting to give herself whole to the man she loved after the wedding.

However, that man abandoned her like she was nothing, completely betraying her.

Afterward, she gave up on herself, became utterly debased, feeling like she was worthless.

The man before her, Suo Lun, was her confidant, so talented and so handsome.

Using him to seek revenge against the man she had once loved was an excellent choice.

But when the moment truly arrived, she found it unbearable.

Her entire mind, her entire soul, was filled with the image of that man— the man she loved and hated so deeply.

Her body, inside and out, seemed to bear the imprint of that man.

To now enter into another man, no matter how charming and outstanding Suo Lun was, her entire body and soul resisted.

Meng Tuoluo was truly going mad; even at this moment, she could not forget that man.

No matter how much she professed to hate him, her body always regarded itself as his possession and resisted anyone else’s entry.

“No, I don’t want this, I have to shatter your image,” Meng Tuoluo screamed inside, “I cannot be so weak, I must drive him out, destroy him.”

Then, Meng Tuoluo bit her teeth fiercely and said, “Suo Lun, it’s your turn.”

After speaking, she closed her beautiful eyes, waiting for that moment to come.

Lanling looked at the painfully tormented, beautiful face and asked, “Do you now instinctively see me as him?”

Meng Tuoluo did not answer; although she wanted to deny it, the answer was indeed affirmative— she closed her eyes to pretend Lanling was the man she loved.

Lanling suddenly stopped.

“Why stop?

Am I not beautiful?” Meng Tuoluo asked, “Haven’t you been waiting for this moment?

This is your only chance to live.”

Lanling certainly knew, to make a woman not kill him, he must first conquer her heart, and to conquer her heart, he must first possess her body.

Meng Tuoluo said, “I can even tell you, today is a day when I am more likely to conceive.

If I truly become pregnant, I probably won’t let my child be fatherless.”

“Suo Lun, I must kill you, but I don’t want to,” Meng Tuoluo said, “Because you are so much like me, you understand me so well, you possess such extraordinary artistic talent, someone like you should be alive.

So, I must find a sufficient reason not to kill you, such as having an intimate relationship with you, or perhaps carrying your child.”

Lanling looked at Meng Tuoluo in astonishment; he truly hadn’t expected her to have such complex thoughts.

“So if you don’t give me a good enough reason, how could I not kill you?” Meng Tuoluo said.

“Why must you kill me?” Lanling asked.

“Zhi Ning has ordered me to kill you, and if I don’t, the consequences will be severe,” Meng Tuoluo said, “Do you know why no hunter dares to kill someone from the Black Widow tribe?”

Lanling said, “Because you will retaliate, you will kill them thoroughly and their families as well.”

Meng Tuoluo said, “I don’t have that kind of power, my influence is just a corner of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The ones who can kill those hunters and their families thoroughly are Zhi Ning and Zhi Li; they have a very powerful and mysterious underground force.”

Suddenly, Lanling had an epiphany.

Meng Tuoluo said, “They need the military power of a Barbarian Tribe, so my Poisonous Snake Tribe was preserved intact and has become increasingly powerful.

The surrounding tribal powers, in order to avoid being wiped out by the hunters, have no choice but to come and pledge allegiance to me.”

Lanling understood, it was just like on Earth where some superpowers nurture terrorist organizations.

Then these terrorist forces are like a brick, attacking wherever they’re needed.

For example, they operate only in Syria, and absolutely not in Saudi.

“So, to save your own life, you want to sleep with me,” Meng Tuoluo said.

“I need a reason not to kill you.

To win a woman’s heart, you must first win her body, and it’s best to impregnate her.

As a playboy, you should understand this better than anyone.”

“So, if you really took me, there would still be a slim chance of survival.

But if you don’t sleep with me, you’re undoubtedly going to die,” Meng Tuoluo enunciated each word.

“As for being a stand-in for that man, what does it matter?

Is honor more important than life?

You choose.”

Then, Meng Tuoluo once again closed her eyes.

Lanling was suddenly faced with a life-or-death decision, to choose honor or survival?

To choose survival was to sleep with the world’s most beautiful woman, and possibly live on.

The only downside was being used as a stand-in for someone else by this woman.

If it was an affectionate act with one’s wife, yet being treated as a substitute for another man, it would undoubtedly be the most painful thing.

However, the woman before him was not a wife, just a pitiful woman.

But if he chose honor, then he would leave this wonderful body, and death might be the outcome.

Lanling had to gamble with his life!

…

As if he hesitated for a long time, yet it seemed only a moment, Lanling left Meng Tuoluo’s delicate body, then somersaulted and sat quietly, motionless.

Feeling Lanling’s departure, Meng Tuoluo opened her beautiful eyes and slowly said, “Have you made your choice?”

“Yes,” Lanling said.

Meng Tuoluo asked, “Aren’t you afraid of death?”

“I am afraid of dying,” Lanling answered.

“I have to protect my sister.

I have to revive the Suo Family.

I can’t die.”

“Then why make this choice?

Why choose a dead end?” Meng Tuoluo said.

“Merely for a man’s dignity, unwilling to be a substitute for another?”

“I don’t know why,” Lanling said.

“I didn’t choose with reason, but with impulse and emotion.

My heart told me to leave your body.”

Meng Tuoluo also stood up and said, “Perhaps you are still betting on another possibility.

If you slept with me, I might feel justified in killing you.

But if you didn’t, I might develop admiration and let you go.”

Lanling pondered for a moment and then said, “I don’t think I had that in mind.

Maybe my choice was merely due to being childish, simply not wanting to be someone else’s substitute, perhaps just for the sake of dignity.” freewebnσvel.cøm

Meng Tuoluo’s beautiful eyes gazed at Lanling and she asked again, “Are you afraid of death?”

She repeated the question.

Once more, Lanling answered, “I am, because I need to protect my sister.

I have to revive the Suo Family.”

Meng Tuoluo’s jade hand gently stroked Lanling’s face, softly saying, “You really are a proud man.

If I hadn’t fallen in love with someone else first, I perhaps would have fallen for you.

But my heart can no longer accommodate a second person.”

Lanling smiled again, not answering.

“Also, what I said was true.

If you had really taken me just now, I might have really gotten pregnant, I might have really been unable to kill you,” Meng Tuoluo said.

“I really don’t want to kill you, but I must, because I need to protect my people.”

“I… must kill you.

I’m sorry.”

Lanling gave her a forlorn smile, then nodded his head.

“Do you have any last wishes?” Meng Tuoluo asked.

Lanling said, “To protect my sister, but that’s something you can’t do.”

“I’ll do my best,” Meng Tuoluo said.

“Do you blame me?”

Lanling shook his head and said, “You’re just a pitiful woman.”

“Then why don’t you fight back?” Meng Tuoluo asked.

“I have fought back, with all my effort and intelligence,” Lanling said.

Indeed, he had fought back, and he had almost reached Meng Tuoluo’s heart.

But in the final moment, he chose the intangible dignity over being someone else’s substitute, severing his last sliver of a chance to survive.

“Well then, close your eyes,” Meng Tuoluo said.

“I will enshroud your corpse well and send it back to your family.

From now on, I will no longer be the Black Widow.

I will no longer drink men’s blood, no longer seek handsome men to marry.

I will remember that there was such a handsome, outstanding, melancholic man, who almost entered my heart.”

Lanling closed his eyes, as if betting on one last faint possibility.

Tears slid from Meng Tuoluo’s beautiful eyes.

She brought her lips close to Lanling’s neck, first lightly caressing, gently kissing.

And finally, she opened her mouth wide, her white teeth flashing, and ferociously bit down.

In an instant, blood spurted wildly, flooding into Meng Tuoluo’s mouth, pouring down her throat.