He liked himself.

Fighting against someone like him, he enjoyed it to the fullest, nothing could affect the battle between him and her... Mohe should have known long ago. From the very first showdown with Doro, she should have known - back at Demon King City, she should have realized that this man was one to become deeply engrossed in such battles, this man was one to immerse himself, to appreciate, and to feel joy in such fights.

He was expressing his love so passionately!

So disgusting, so headache-inducing, so hypocritical, so flamboyant!

But she hated!

She hated this man for killing her!

She hated that the man who killed her, who should have been greater, more glorious, more cold-blooded and ruthless than herself was so powerless in the tavern for a long time, she hated losing to a man betrayed by a woman, she hated that Doro possessed immense strength yet was indecisive, she hated having to pay the price for such indecision, having to compromise from the first day she met Doro again, from the first day she met that man in the tavern!

The thing she wanted to do had never changed!

A pitch-black Magic Blade appeared in her hand, and she angrily stabbed towards Doro.

However, it was still a meaningless attack, even the Demon King's magic could not erode eternity.

And to use such a method—

She was pressed to the ground by Doro. The Magic Blade in her hand shattered.

"You lost, Mohe."

"You'd better kill me this time."

Mohe's golden and silver eyes were still cold and ruthless.

Doro disliked it, disliked such eyes, he much preferred Mohe's pair of pitch-black eyes, as if they could devour everything, or rather, could embrace everything.

He hated these eyes, which seemed emotionless, could penetrate reality and illusion, could transcend time and space.

So...

He pressed his hand over those eyes and then kissed Mohe's lips.

This scum!

Naturally, Doro was bitten, but at that moment he would not hesitate, would not restrain, and he bit down hard as well.

Scarlet blood and golden blood flowed and mingled between their lips and teeth.

"I will kill you, I promise, Mohe."

"You scum! What you're doing is clearly..."

Doro kissed Mohe again.

...

The taste of the Demon King is indeed quite good.

This was Doro's evaluation, Doro had by now tasted woman, unlike Lisidorwei and Rose, truly the Demon King herself was more charismatic, simply put, just the sense of conquest was already irresistible, let alone Mohe always resisted, but such things become more exciting the more one resists.

"Mohe, how do you feel?"

Mohe silently pulled to the side, a sheet of darkness enveloped her body, she looked at Doro coldly, with a sarcastic smile, "It's just a dog bite, anyway, it can't kill me, why don't you just kill me directly, you should know even after doing such a thing, I won't bow to you and flatter you."

"The strong have the freedom to be willful, Mohe, you are weaker than me, if you really want to die, I will do it." His gaze became a bit colder, "You know what I'm talking about."

Mohe was silent, after a while, she said in a low voice: "Pulling up one's pants and then not recognizing others... such a complete scumbag behavior..."

Her voice grew louder: "During the period of the ominous invasion of the world, all the souls that died will be marked by the ominous, gathered to themselves, and then polluted—but this pollution can be purified, just as long as these souls are retrieved, the dead life can be resurrected, originally they could be saved."

"What do you think this means?"

Doro stared at Mohe, asking this question.

Mohe didn't want to answer.

Doro moved a bit closer to Mohe.

Mohe gritted her teeth and said: "It shows that from the beginning, I thought the possibility of me losing was quite large, so I left a backhand, did not fight you to the death, it shows that I am still unscrupulously wanting to survive..." She glared at Doro resentfully, "So, victorious and willful Doro, you may command me, your humble slave, to do anything you want."

"Then go do what you should, Mohe."

"I will obey your command."

Mohe flew into the sky.

Doro lay on the ground.

He watched as the tentacles in the sky gradually retracted, gradually dissipated, corresponding to which, many light spots fell from the sky, a huge mirror floated in the sky.

All those light spots entered the mirror.

He knew that this was Mohe temporarily sheltering many souls, just like what happened once in Butuo City, she would later recreate bodies for these people and then resurrect them.

Mohe's figure reappeared beside Doro.

She stared at Doro: "Were you exhausted just now?"

"After all, for such things, it's always men who tire more, do you want to try again?"

"You better always be stronger than me."

Mohe said that, then her expression changed, that mature body rapidly transformed into the appearance of a petite girl as before.

The golden and silver in her eyes all faded away.

Doro knew this was Mohe's "progress." She adjusted the direction of "progress."

"Mr. Doro! What are you planning to do about the Void Realm?"

"The people in the Void Realm are all ambitious, let them fight amongst themselves first." Doro gave an answer unexpected by Mohe, "I have no kindness towards them, letting them worry while continuing to fight is a delightful thing."

"Inside there is also your wife Lisidorwei."

Doro nodded: "After it ends, I will apologize to Lisidorwei and ask for her forgiveness."

"You are truly heartless..."

This kind of conversation, just like in the past.

This is Mohe's disguise.

Having just seen Mohe's true face, interacting with such a Mohe again, in reality, a carefree girl is quite awkward, but Doro indeed still preferred this kind of Mohe, this kind of Mohe made people feel at ease.

He then said to Mohe: "I want a lap pillow."

Mohe was stunned for a moment, she helplessly brushed her pitch-black hair, and knelt on the ground, then let Doro lie down.

The girl's hand rested on Doro's hair, unconsciously combing through his hair, seeming somewhat amused.

"I seem to not have looked at the sky like this for a long time. It's hard to imagine that just now everything was filled with ominousness—you are a very terrifying person, Mohe."

"Perhaps I should feel proud for this, Mr. Doro." Mohe's tone was very flat, in her pitch-black eyes seemed to ripple with faint melancholy and helplessness, "However, being called terrifying by someone who just beat me is really something that does not feel real, it just feels like the other party is mocking me, what do you think?"

Doro felt the soft touch of the young girl's thigh: "Speaking of which, your golden blood tastes pretty good, I think I understand a bit Lisidorwei's feelings as a vampire."

"You'd better genuinely find the taste of blood good."

Mohe rolled her eyes, and finally, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"Mr. Doro, you can relax, you have won the victory between you and me, you have the right to savor this victory, you don't have to repeat this to confirm your victory result — before I have the absolute power to defeat you, I will be very honest, so for now... you just need to relax."

How could she display such a smile as a loser?

Doro didn't know, but this was Mohe.

In this world that seemed newly ravaged by destruction, Doro lay on Mohe's legs, gradually drifting into dreamland.

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