"Uhhh..."
A deep crease formed between Qiao Wei's brows as he tossed his head left and right in extreme discomfort.
"Uhhh, don't..."
"Please, don't..."
"I don't want it..."
"Don't kill my baby..."
The First Demon King, his nemesis, stood before him with eyes squeezed shut. From within both palms, dark demonic energy poured out and seeped into his captive ceaselessly.
Hearing the words coming out of Qiao Wei's mouth, the demons opened his eyes and twisted his lips into a cruel sneer.
"That's it, Crown Prince," he whispered in a low, venomous voice. "Let yourself be consumed by your bitter memories, your sadness, and your pain."
A pained groan escaped Qiao Wei. He tried his best to hold onto the reality, but the reality escaped him like sand grains running loose from between his fingers.
It did not take long before he was submerged in the river of memories from his past life again.
