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Princess Shunde captured a jiaoren demon and wanted to find someone to tame it. The princess has three wishes: that the demon utters human words, that the demon’s tail turns into legs, and that his heart will never be rebellious. Everyone knows that the East Demon Island, the West Demon Mountain, the South Demon Valley, and the North Demon Terrace are the only four places in the world that permit people with the ability to control demons. And the Demon Valley in the south has the strongest Demon Controlling Master in the world. She was the most powerful demon master in the Demon Valley, but her heart was enchanted by a demon.

The Blue Whisper

 The person on the bed had stopped breathing long ago, and her already thin face was now tinted with a pale blue.  


The only sound that could be heard in the room was Luo Jinsang's suppressed sobbing. But the one who should be most upset stood still and motionless.        


Kongming looked at Changyi's back. He did not dare to touch him, so he only whispered near his ear, "We should arrange a suitable time for the burial." 


"What burial?!" Luo Jinsang turned her head and glared at the monk. 


"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! There must be some way! There has to be a way! Isn't Lin Haoqing here? This must be her poison from the Demon Valley! I'll go ask him for the antidote!"    


With that, she immediately stood up and ran for the door. The monk frowned and grabbed Luo Jinsang by the arm. 


"I have been treating her for many days, the poison is gone! She has exhausted her body..."     


"No!" Luo Jinsang pulled loose from Kongming's hand. 


"No! There must still be ways to help!" She pushed him away and ran out.     


Kongming wanted to go chase her back, but then he saw the motionless Changyi standing to the side. This was the Demon Terrace, Luo Jinsang could make some noise, but she would not cause too much trouble. However, this fish...   


"Changyi..." Kongming finally touched him on the shoulder.       


The touch pulled Changyi back to his senses, and he turned his head to the monk. Only then did Kongming see that Changyi's pale face was worse than the dead Ji Yunhe on the bed.


 He looked numb, and his ice blue eyes now appeared gray and lifeless. Kongming had seen him like this only once before, six years ago. It was right after he saved him from the river rapids, and when he first opened his eyes. Like an abandoned child, helpless and lost.        


Kongming did not know what to say. Words of comfort would not do anything, and telling him to face reality would be too cruel. The monk twitched his mouth for a while then ended it with a sigh. Since Kongming did not say anything, Changyi turned and walked to Ji Yunhe.       


He sat down and looked at her. Suddenly a blue light flashed inside his chest. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He was trying to give her his jiaozhu again.     


But Ji Yunhe had no breath. She was lifeless and no different from the curtains, sheets, or the pillow under her head. The jiaozhu could not enter her body and remained hovering in his chest. Just like him.


Could neither move forward or back, could not hold on or let go.     


The blue glow lit up the entire room. His long silver hair hung over Ji Yunhe's ear, and two pairs of cool lips no longer warmed one another. Changyi closed his eyes. He refused to give up.       


He opened her mouth and forced the jiaozhu inside, but it did not go beyond her lips no matter how hard he tried.      


Chapter 77: Death