Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

Chapter 217 I Really Don’t Want to Ascend 20

Every time, every time.

Whenever Jiang Shuning said that he was possessed by a demon, Gu Ling would look at him with cold and disappointed eyes.

He could have chosen not to say it, but he insisted on saying it.

Gu Ling's disappointed look would turn into a sharp knife, piercing his broken heart again and again, leaving bloody wounds.

The extreme pain would make him suppress his urge to kill, and the strong guilt would overwhelm him like a tidal wave. At this time, he was Jiang Shuning, not the domineering and murderous demon lord.

When he took off the last piece of clothing, his hand froze in mid-air, and after a while, it dropped.

He was like a prisoner who had known the verdict long ago and was just waiting for the judge to say a word before he could completely accept his fate.

Gu Ling's heart tightened. Just a few words and all kinds of strange things linked together to reveal the cruel truth, and she understood most of it in an instant.

"It must be a demon that can protect you, right?" Gu Ling kissed his lips, "Maybe Aning also protected me."

There was a gentle smile in her eyes: "A Ning is very good, I am very happy."

This time the illusion was so beautiful that Jiang Shuning was intoxicated by it.

They kissed and entangled each other, and fell on the soft and wide bed.

A familiar yet strange feeling came over him, and Jiang Shuning should have realized something from it, but he was deeply immersed in extreme joy, with reality and illusion intertwined, and pain and pleasure mixed.

In the end, all that was left were the long legs tightly clasped around Gu Ling's waist and the unconscious expression of attachment.

His red eyes were filled with deep longing and sorrow; tears soaked his eyes and slid from the corners of his eyes to his wet long hair.

"A Ling..." He whispered Gu Ling's name, as if he had thousands of words to say, but in the end he just repeated the name over and over again.

Gu Ling kissed the corner of his eye: "What are you sad about?"

I'm back, Jiang Shuning, what are you sad about?

At that time, Gu Ling might have guessed that Jiang Shuning would not have an easy time after being possessed by the devil, but she had no idea what a thousand years of time had turned her boy into.

Jiang Shuning is not suitable for practicing magic.

This is a fact.

Jiang Shuning heard Gu Ling's question and smiled, not looking like a teenager at all: "What makes me sad is..."

“The years are long here.”

The Demon Lord is born to be the leader of the demons. The power contained in his body makes him immortal. When the power is transferred, the new Demon Lord will come. However, not everyone can withstand the power of the Demon Lord.

It seemed as if God always liked to play jokes on him. First, God gave him the furnace physique, but then made him lose everything because of his physique. Then, God allowed him to obtain the power of the Demon Lord, causing him to live in such pain in the world.

The years are long.

The way to immortality that people seek always seems to bring distress to some people.

Such as Jiang Shuning, Gu Ling, or...

"Ah Ling, pay attention."

Gu Ling lowered her head and looked at Jiang Shuning. She threw away the memories that suddenly emerged in her mind and fell into a deeper love with Jiang Shuning.

As the sun and the moon rotated, Jiang Shuning traced Gu Ling's face with his fingers, still not sure whether he had gone completely crazy or Gu Ling had really returned.

The first person Gu Ling saw when he opened his eyes was Jiang Shuning.

She skillfully reached out and pulled him into her arms, then reached into the quilt and pressed on Jiang Shuning's stomach along his waistline: "Are you hungry?"

It has been a long time since anyone has said this to Jiang Shuning. In fact, the last time they ate was before Gu Ling disappeared.

As for the feeling of being "hungry", it seems like it was something I experienced in my previous life.

"Will you cook for me?"

Gu Ling hesitated for a moment, remembering the scorched game meat, and said in a low voice: "I'll try."

After a while she said, "Actually, I still think that if you can pay for it, you don't need to do it yourself. Is there any good restaurant nearby?"

Jiang Shuning smiled quietly: "You make me feel that all this is real."

Gu Ling finally realized something was wrong. She turned over and pressed on Jiang Shuning. The two looked at each other and she said seriously and solemnly: "Jiang Shuning, I'm back. Everything is true."

Gu Ling told Jiang Shuning about the space-time rift. In addition to what happened between her and the system, she even told him details like how she couldn't use her spiritual power because it was noticed by the Heavenly Dao.

Jiang Shuning was a little overwhelmed by the well-reasoned statement, and he said, "Don't lie to me, I'll go crazy."

"I kid you not."

After that, the two of them fooled around for the whole day and didn't get out of bed until the next morning.

After Jiang Shuning knew that Gu Ling really existed, he left home early in the morning, using the excuse of giving her a surprise, and returned at noon.

It was difficult for him to find many ingredients with abundant spiritual power in such a huge magic palace. He spent a long time in the kitchen and cooked the food before going into the house to find Gu Ling.

Gu Ling: "Is this your surprise?"

"I made it myself, so doesn't it count?" Jiang Shuning picked up a dish for her with his chopsticks. "I haven't made it for a long time. I tried several times before I made it. You can't waste it."

I hadn’t done it in a while, and I tried it several times, so it seemed reasonable that it took me a whole morning.

Gu Ling's eyes fell on the red and swollen spots on his hands and he frowned.

For Jiang Shuning, who is now the Demon Lord, even if the kitchen knife is chopped into pieces, it may not be able to break his defense, not to mention that a little boiling hot oil can leave marks on the skin.

Isn't that bullshit?

The young man's little thoughts were obvious. Gu Ling held his hand and was about to use his spiritual power when he suddenly remembered something.

Then she was about to take out the ointment from the storage ring, but the system reminded her: "Spiritual energy and demonic energy conflict with each other. He can't use your stuff, and it may even cause harm."

Gu Ling held his hand and remained silent.

The quiet atmosphere made Jiang Shuning feel a little uneasy. He asked in a teasing tone, "What? Are you feeling distressed?"

Gu Ling suddenly raised his eyes, undercurrents surging in his dark eyes, and stared at Jiang Shuning steadily.

"Don't do something that hurts yourself to get my attention." Gu Ling called his full name again, "Jiang Shuning, you are just a poor little thing to me. You don't have to do anything deliberately. I feel sorry for you every moment."

Gu Ling didn't give him a chance to speak, and continued: "There are many pitiful people in this world, and I don't have that much sympathy to show. There is a cause and effect relationship that you need to understand. I like you, so I feel sorry for you and think you are pitiful."

"I'm a little sad now, Aning, do you want to comfort me?"

Jiang Shuning had never felt so clumsy in his attempts to attract attention. His usually eloquent tongue was now tied up in a knot. He could only utter one sentence, "A Ling, don't be sad."

Gu Ling lowered his eyes, seeming to be really sad. He put Jiang Shuning's hand to his lips and blew on it.

Jiang Shuning immediately understood the source of her sadness and quickly restored his hand to its original position: "Look, it's fine."

Gu Ling kissed his fingertips and picked up the chopsticks: "Well, let's eat."

Jiang Shuning retracted his hand and placed it on his leg. The numbness at his fingertips surged to his heart like an electric shock.

He looked at the person in front of him and smiled softly.

It’s good enough now.