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"Do you have anything else to say?" Madam Deyong gently asked as she looked at Hong Xiu, who was kneeling beside Lao Qing's body.
With a face full of sorrow, Hong Xiu managed a tragically beautiful smile and slowly said, "I have always been using him, continuously achieving my own goals, always feeling that he would always be there, but I never anticipated that one day he would also leave me."
"I thought you would never fall in love with him," Madam Deyong sighed softly, knowing that Hong Xiu was a standard beauty-chaser, who had always had little affection for those with ugly appearances.
"I thought so too, until today I realized I am not. He wasn't supposed to die, if it weren't for me, he might have lived a carefree life alone in the mountains, and maybe become a new Demon King many years later. It was I who caused his death, he saved my life, yet doomed himself, what a joke," murmured Hong Xiu to herself.