The White Demon King choked on his words. Su Rushi's seemingly simple plea was a blatant slap in his face.
"You wretch! I want to marry you—that's an honor you couldn't earn in eight lifetimes! Since you don't know what's good for you, you can just disappear from this world."
He, the White Demon King, would never let another man take away a woman he couldn't have.
He had failed to kill the snake today. If he also let that snake take his bride, he, the White Demon King, might as well find the hardest rock in the Yaoling Mountain Range and bash his own head in.
Su Rushi's repeated rejections had thoroughly infuriated him.
Any trace of tenderness in the hedgehog's heart vanished, and his love curdled into hate.
Never mind a mighty Deep Mountain Demon King; even an ordinary man could not tolerate such a slight.
