The child's gaze swept over those faces one by one, the corner of his mouth suddenly lifting into a wickedly playful curve. He raised his hand, his fingertip wiping away a drop of heat from the corner, staining that originally pale piece with a touch of eerie red.,Ye Qingtang is not the Demon Emperor, and she didn't know why. The heart that should belong to the Demon Emperor appeared in her chest.,He was a handsome, breathtaking man, his white clothes fluttering in the wind. He stood motionless by Ye Qingtang's body, gazing at the gaping hole that had been ripped open, the faint breath slowly dissipating from the wound.。