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.,In the moment everyone rushed towards Ye Qingtang, Ye Qingtang suddenly raised her hand and clenched her five fingers tightly against her own skin. With a sharp crack, she shattered the Demonic Emperor's Heart that everyone craved.,The melodious, low voice was ripped apart by the raging wind. The man slowly crouched down, his long and handsome fingers reaching towards the gushing wound. wisps of breath constantly flowed from Ye Qingtang's wound, dotting the man's palm, condensing into a half-bright heart.。