The Demon King I Personally Raised Shot Me Through The Heart With An Arrow

Fu Nan was originally just an ordinary little weed spirit in the Demon Realm. When her Golden Core had just formed, she rescued a living person from a pile of corpses.

Fu Nan gave him a name, calling him Ah Song. Ah Song was extraordinarily talented, and his progress in demonic cultivation was rapid, as if he also carried some secret within him.

Over the years, Fu Nan had always accompanied Ah Song. She had suffered quite a lot, but she had also watched as he transformed from that pitiful little thing in the pile of corpses to the Demon King who now ruled the entire realm.

As for herself, her talent was fixed due to her species’ limitations. When she first met Ah Song, she had already formed her Golden Core. Several hundred years passed, and she was still at the Golden Core stage.

Speaking of which, Fu Nan did like Ah Song very much, but she knew he didn’t feel the same way. After he became successful, he rewarded her by making her a Guardian to repay her for saving him all those years ago.

Life like this was still rather pleasant, until one day Ah Song brought back a stunning woman from outside the Demon Realm. She wasn’t like the seductive and charming women of the Demon Realm. She had a cold and arrogant temperament.

That night, Fu Nan had a dream of the future. In the dream, Ah Song was willing to abandon the Demon Realm for this woman, becoming obsessed with her to the point of extreme madness.

That woman seemed just like the female lead from a storybook, loved madly by the powerful figures of both the righteous and demonic paths.

As for Fu Nan, she died in the righteous army’s campaign against the Demon Realm — she had stayed behind in the abandoned Demon Realm after Ah Song left.

After many of the prophecies in her dreams had come true, Fu Nan used her privileges within the Demon Palace to take the female lead and escape from the Demon Realm.

The female lead held Fu Nan’s hand and said, “Thank you, you’re the only good person in the Demon Realm. Don’t go back to that filthy place again. Just follow me.”

Fu Nan thought to herself, her fate really was to always be the supporting green leaf to someone else’s flower. Since staying in the Demon Realm meant death anyway, she might as well defect sooner rather than later.

Many years passed. The righteous and demonic factions were facing off, high above the clouds. Fu Nan stood behind the female lead and saw Ah Song drawing his bow from the abyss.

Fu Nan knew Ah Song’s archery skills were good, but that day the light was too blinding, and she couldn’t clearly see who he was aiming at. In any case, she remembered that he hated betrayal the most.

Amidst the chaos, the female lead’s lover pushed Fu Nan, sending her directly in front of the female lead. An arrow flew, piercing straight through her heart. Fittingly, it was his arrow.

Ah Song had once been pierced by hundreds of arrows, causing him to fall off a cliff.

It was because Fu Nan had once casually remarked, “But drawing a bow and shooting arrows looks really cool” that he had picked up the weapon that had nearly taken his life and practiced tirelessly. Now, the bowstring he had stretched thousands of times released a fierce killing intent, causing Fu Nan to fall from the clouds.