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---Bifengke

Reply [150]: Demon Angel's Tears--2

I finally returned to the Demon Realm. To be honest, I didn't like it here. There was no sunlight, no care, only endless darkness and the screams of monsters tearing apart human flesh. It was filled with bloodshed, and the cruelty of the monsters was chilling. But I am the "Ice Saintess," and my magic is of the highest level. No one dares to mess with me, except for my mother. She was an ambitious monster, with a human face and a beast's body, covered in purple fleshy spikes. She was ugly, but her face was exceptionally beautiful. She didn't speak to me gently, but like she was treating a subordinate. She said I had picked up bad habits in the human world, namely, developing feelings and compassion, which she considered disgusting. I didn't believe her, because I didn't hate humans. This was thanks to my kind human mother, who taught me how to love. I told the monster in front of me all this, and she became angry. Then she casually grabbed a human from the side and forced me to eat him. Although the aroma of the meat was intoxicating, I resisted. I thought of my mother; I didn't want to eat her kind. Seeing that I wouldn't eat, she finally flew into a rage. Only then did I realize that there was no reason in the Demon Realm. She imprisoned me in the "Demon Spirit Cave," an incredibly evil cave filled with the most vicious curses from past Demon Realm leaders. Those imprisoned there would become incredibly cruel and ruthless, and of course, I was no exception. I was imprisoned in the "Demon Spirit Cave" for ten years. When I emerged, I had forgotten all my experiences in the human world and had become a true demon. I led the demon race to attack the human world, laughing maniacally as I grabbed humans, threw them into the air, caught them, and tore them to shreds. My cruelty terrified everyone, including the demon beasts. Finally, one day, I killed my mother, that beautiful-faced monster. She smiled before she died. I didn't know what she was smiling about. Later, I learned that every Demon Realm leader had killed their own family members before dominating the Demon Realm. I had finally achieved my goal; I became the new leader of the Demon Realm. But I wasn't happy, I don't know why!

Twenty years later, I flew through the human realm, searching for food. The human realm had long been overrun by our demonic world, resembling a living hell. I was satisfied, yet also furious, because the human population was dwindling, meaning we would starve. I even began to eat demonic beasts. I flew aimlessly when suddenly, I found a person by a lake—an old woman. She knelt on the ground, murky tears streaming down her face. The lake had long since dried up, the exposed riverbed stained a deep purple with blood. All around were charred vegetation; as far as the eye could see, desolation reigned. I surveyed this scene with satisfaction and slowly approached the woman…

I walked up to her and suddenly froze. I saw a deep, feather-shaped scar on her forehead. I felt as if I'd been struck by something, a strange sadness welling up inside me. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I suddenly didn't want to eat her. "Damn it, what bad luck!" I cursed, spreading my wings to fly away. But the woman saw me. She was startled at first, her eyes filled with utter terror. I liked the look on a human's face before death; it made me very hungry. I turned and pounced... The woman stared at me intently with her cloudy eyes. I felt uncomfortable under her gaze. I cried out, "Come on, let me eat you, you poor thing. Before you die, I'll let you see what I look like—the supreme leader of the demon realm!" She looked at me carefully, and suddenly, her eyes changed, becoming incredibly loving. This look seemed familiar. I stopped and looked at her. She smiled, reaching out her thin hand to stroke my face. I didn't resist, just stared blankly at her. She murmured, "Is it you? Child? You've finally come back to see me? Thirty years have passed, I haven't seen you. Where have you been? Hehe, now it's alright, you've finally returned. I can die in peace. Child, run away quickly! The demon realm is invading us, devouring people. You have wings, you can fly, go quickly…!" She looked at me with such loving eyes, stroking me with such sorrow. Every little detail from thirty years ago revived in my heart. This was a familial love that even the curse of the Demon Spirit Cave couldn't seal. The woman before me was my mother, the mother I had loved for eighteen years! I knelt down, trembling. A tear slid down my contorted face and fell to the ground. A thunderclap boomed in the sky, the clouds parted, and the sun finally shone again in the human world. I—the leader of the demon realm—shed tears for the love of the human world, saving the human world that I had destroyed. With my life, with my love for my mother, I saved everything, and I saved myself.

I died quietly, a blissful smile on my face. In the darkness, one voice asked, "Will her soul go to heaven?" Another voice replied, "Yes, in her last moments, she was an angel..."

---Bifengke

Reply [151]: The Silent Web

Mr. S is a self-proclaimed aristocrat among bachelors. Now in his fifties, he devotes all his energy to pursuing girls.

He's got it. Although he's not particularly handsome, he earns a good income working for a foreign company, plus he has a good-looking face.

Her mouth, which could move heaven and earth, had indeed had many romances and ate quite a few apples (of course, this was also thanks to...).

His parents gave him the apartment where he lived alone. Our Mr. S never "starts a relationship and then abandons it"; he always...

It's about "starting with chaos and then abandoning it." Don't put all your eggs in one basket—that's what he said.

With the internet sweeping the world these days, as an employee of a foreign company, he naturally has to use it extensively. He uses the internet...

He spends 70% of his time online chatting with girls in chat rooms, and the other 30% on XXX websites for entertainment. He utilizes the internet...

With those tools, he was able to succeed time and again, making a fortune off Apple.

That night happened to be a lean period for our Ah S. His temper flared, and naturally he...

Go online to explore some unknown "VIRGIN LAND". But today, Ah S had bad luck, encountering only...

It was yesterday's news; to avoid further entanglement, he used tools to clean up the chat room. In a moment of utter boredom, suddenly...

Yi Liang:

"Are you S? I'm Xiyan." A private chat window popped into his view. NICK was Xiyan.

Upon hearing the unfamiliar Nick's words, he immediately began to speak, and then used his tried-and-true method to verify the other person's identity.

After considering a series of unfavorable factors, such as whether they knew each other in the past, whether it was a boy impersonating someone else, his eyes reddened.

Even though he couldn't see her, he could already sense that she was a beautiful woman.

Just as humans don't have the hunting dogs' ability to predict their prey, there are some things we simply cannot understand.

A-S can.

Xi Yan didn't say much, in fact, very little. However, every word she uttered seemed to leave room for a possible escape, waiting for Ah S to...

This undoubtedly piqued Ah S's immense interest. Sometimes Ah S felt that the other person was difficult to judge.

She possesses the naiveté and innocence of a young girl, yet also the charm and skill of a mature woman. Sometimes, Ah S feels...

Her tone was almost provocative. And, almost simultaneously, she had already...

The answer shows that she types extremely fast.

Ah S's online friend was yelling in the chat room that there were no pretty girls. Ah S laughed inwardly, of course, he wouldn't...

He told them what Xiyan had told them—he had no reason to make them share. However, he did tell them about his conversation with Xiyan.

He told one of his good friends, D (provided that D wouldn't pose a threat to him), and D naively said he didn't.

Seeing this Nick... idiot, he cursed inwardly, "If you're not lucky, you're not lucky."

He skillfully shifted the question, guiding it towards his ultimate goal. (Yugao)

Like a docile fish, it was at his mercy. He was about to reel it in.

His phone suddenly rang. He glanced at his watch: it was already 2 a.m. He answered the call, but only...

There was a strange sound, as if someone was rapidly speaking incomprehensible words in your ear.

"Damn it!! Who's so bored?" he cursed and hung up. He checked the caller ID but couldn't find anything.

When he looked back at the 17-inch monitor in front of him, he barely managed to shout with joy.

Yugao: We can meet now.

He suppressed his emotions and then used a "?" to continue.

Xiyan: Right now.

Ah S almost knelt down and kissed the floor. He knew that with his abilities, this was only a late-night rendezvous.

What does "面" mean?

He calmed himself down: Where?

The screen suddenly went dark, and before Ah S could stand up, a white figure appeared on the black screen.

A beautiful woman's face. She wore an eerie smile. Shocked, As clearly heard a faint...

Miao's voice: Right here.

Ah S was so terrified that all his muscles tensed up. He wanted to turn off the machine, but suddenly, it felt like a pair of icy...

His arms were wrapped tightly around him from behind, rendering him unable to move. He tried to scream, but all he heard was gasping for breath.

A hissing sound bursting from the throat.

Ah S struggled and writhed like that; the room was quiet, without a sound. The flickering of the screen revealed...

Something was playing inside. Ah S's eyes widened in terror, almost bursting from their sockets. For a long time...

...

The report stated that he died suddenly of a heart attack...

No one will feel sad about Ah S's absence from the internet. Everyone will continue in the same old way.

D is finally in luck, because he sees a private chat box.

"Are you D? I'm Xiyan."

............

---Bifengke

Reply [152]: Keeping this for later.

---No style

Reply [153]: Love of Life---1

The elevator stopped at the top floor. Fei'er struggled to step out, her weight mostly on her crutches, but the pain still aggravated the wound on her leg. Pain ripped at her nerves, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead. She leaned weakly against the wall, looking at the quiet hospital corridor. She no longer had the strength to reach the rooftop! A cripple, she was now a complete cripple, unable even to walk a few steps. A month ago, she was a healthy girl, a young jewelry designer, her parents' darling, her boyfriend's sweetheart, and a top performer at her company. Happiness surrounded her like ribbons, until that afternoon when, after winning the company's design award, she rushed home to share her success and joy with her family. In her haste to take a shortcut, she ignored the speeding car… In that brief moment, her world collapsed. When she learned that she might be unable to walk without crutches for the rest of her life, her first thought was to run away, to run far away, to avoid the cold, hard crutches, to avoid the pity and comfort of her family, and to avoid Meng, that outstanding boy. He had no reason to spend his life with her, a disabled person. The first thing she saw when she regained consciousness after the accident was Meng crying like a child. Meng was heartbroken by her suffering. Meng's deep affection and care made her bitterness outweigh her sweetness. Only the vibrant, healthy girl she once was worthy of Meng; now, she refused to ruin the life of the man she loved!

This morning, from the hospital window, she saw Meng and the girl beside him. The girl held a large bouquet of bright red wildflowers, her sweet and pretty face as vibrant as the bouquet—more beautiful than the flowers themselves! And Meng? He smiled so gently at the girl, and—with such doting affection. Was this girl Meng's friend? Or perhaps, Meng's future choice, a choice he should make? Seeing them walking towards the ward, she made her decision.

In the morning, Fei'er inexplicably threw a huge tantrum, screaming and scaring away the nurse. Then, without a word, she chased away Meng and the kind girl who had come to visit her. Her mother could only weep beside her. After the outburst, she remained quiet for the entire day. She must have terrified everyone. In the morning, she was like a shrew—yes, a shrew. This would be the last impression she left on Meng. Using the excuse of needing peace and quiet, she cleverly managed to get rid of the nurse and her mother that evening. She lay awake until late at night. This was the twentieth floor, the top floor. Crossing this corridor would lead to that large platform. There, she wouldn't need crutches, she wouldn't need anyone's support. With a single, gentle leap, she would forever rid herself of this crippled body…

Intermittent coughing interrupted her thoughts. What? Would anyone else appear at this hour? Taking a walk? Like her, planning to end their own lives? In the dim light, a figure seemed to slowly approach from the end of the corridor. The hunched figure looked like an old woman. As she drew closer, Fei'er saw it was an old woman with gray hair and a large, oversized coat with Chinese knot buttons. Her coughing and unsteady steps were truly worrying. Fei'er wanted to help the old woman, but she was truly in dire straits herself. All she could do was say, "Grandma, be careful!"

The old man slowly looked up: "Thank you, young lady. Please be careful and don't fall. Your family will be heartbroken if you get hurt."

The old man's kind words struck Fei'er's heart like a hammer, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. For so many days, she hadn't shed a tear in front of anyone; she didn't want people to think she was pitiful. After enduring so many days of swallowing her tears, the old man's words shattered her heart.

A clean-cut Supatti came over and said, "Look, what a beautiful girl! So young and lovely. What's wrong and you're crying like this? Here, wipe your tears!"

The old woman's kind face reminded Fei'er of her deceased grandmother. Before, when she suffered injustices or was scolded by her mother, her grandmother would comfort her in the same way, and all her sadness and frustration would vanish with her grandmother's gentle words of comfort. But this time, the setback before her was too much for Fei'er to bear. "I'm sorry, Grandma," she thought, "this time I'm going to be a deserter." Thinking of this, Fei'er burst into tears…

Fei'er's uncontrollable tears made the old woman sigh. "Girl, I can't stop you from crying, but standing like this for too long isn't good for your injury. Let me help you sit down on that chair over there, and you can cry slowly. After you've cried enough, tell this old woman what happened, okay?" With that, she helped Fei'er towards the bench. Fei'er, feeling a little embarrassed, wiped away her tears, but felt the old woman's hand on her body as light as cotton, almost imperceptible. Just as she was wondering about this, she noticed her long shadow cast by the lamplight and was greatly startled: only her shadow remained. Fei'er then realized how strange the old woman who appeared in the middle of the night was. After all, besides someone like her who didn't care about her life, who else would choose this time to seek death? Who else would go to the usually quiet rooftop? So, she had encountered a ghost today. The old woman helped her sit down, smiling, and said, "Afraid of me? Don't ask, and don't be afraid!"

"No, I'm not afraid of you, I really am not afraid. Besides, maybe in a little while I'll end up like you. I'm willing to risk my life, so what's there to be afraid of?"

"To jump off the rooftop, to end the pain, to end my life, all for your legs?"

"With legs like these, I can't bear to walk the rest of my life!"

---Bifengke

Reply [154]: Love of Life---2

The old woman remained silent for a long time. She gently tidied Fei'er's stray hairs that had fallen beside her ears before pointing to the wall opposite and saying, "I don't know how to comfort you when you're so disheartened. It's true that your choice is a relief for you; nobody wants to suffer like this. But please take a look at these people first. If you still insist on your idea after seeing them, I won't interfere anymore!"

"What?" Fei'er looked up, confused, and was shocked to see the image on the wall. Were the elderly couple her parents? No, her parents weren't that old. And that lifeless, dejected man... that was Meng! When did the handsome and spirited Meng become like this? Could this be...?

"Yes, it's sadness that has turned them into what they are now. The couple's only daughter abandoned them. What a blow it must be to lose a daughter! And this young man was dumped by the girl he loved. That selfish and self-righteous girl left the one she loved just for a little pain. And look what happened? She ripped his heart out! Girl, tell me, do you want them to become like this?"

Fei'er, frantically wiping away tears with a handkerchief, shook her head desperately, unable to speak. The old woman patted her back: "Girl, you are kind and sensible. Heaven won't let such a good child suffer. Go back, don't think about such nonsense anymore." Saying this, she gently pushed Fei'er, who lost her balance and immediately fell off the chair, screaming in fright…

"Wake up, Fei'er, did you have a nightmare?"

The voice sounded so familiar. Fei'er opened her eyes and found herself in a warm embrace. Meng's anxious gaze locked onto her: "You slept for a long time, you know? Your sleep scared me a little. I was afraid of losing you, but I didn't dare wake you. I know you were in a bad mood yesterday, and I shouldn't have let anyone disturb you. But my sister's school was on holiday, and she came home these past two days. She insisted on coming to see you, so I brought her. I didn't expect you to be angry. Now? Have you calmed down?"

Fei'er smiled sweetly: "You've said so much all at once, are you even able to catch your breath? You're making a mountain out of a molehill!"

"I'm making a mountain out of a molehill?" Meng's expression turned serious. "Girl, don't think I don't understand the twisted thoughts in your head. If your behavior yesterday was just because you misunderstood my sister's identity and were jealous, I would be smug. But if you do something irresponsible and foolish, I will never forgive you!"