Chapter 117

"But if we can't finish them, it'll be a waste..." He held the bag of pastries, his lips pursed, looking quite heavy-hearted.

Lingwu looked back. The little guy didn't know their identities, so naturally he would think that way.

If you can't finish it, it's a waste...

It's a very simple principle, but some beings in high positions don't understand it.

As the desserts were placed on the table, the light in her eyes continued to shine.

"I only need one, that's enough." He stood in front of the pair of bright red and beautiful candied hawthorns, his eyes clean and clear.

"Mm," Ling Wu replied.

Upon seeing this, the light in Zhu Yuan's eyes shone even brighter.

His sister's kindness to him was never a form of charity.

His older sister would gently agree with everything he said.

But his sister didn't owe him anything, and he couldn't afford to cause her any trouble...

at night

Gazing at the bright moonlight outside, he remained silent for a long time before finally getting into bed.

If I don't rest, I'll be kicked out if I doze off tomorrow.

That way, I won't be able to save up enough money to buy my sister a hairpin.

Buying hairpins...

May your lips curve into a slight smile, and may your sleep be sweet, but soon your brow will furrow.

He was beaten, verbally abused, and covered in filth and mud. The whole world seemed to be full of life except for his dark spot.

Only him...

The purple-eyed man's lips looked somewhat pale this time, and he had a beauty mark under his eye that was exactly the same as his.

"Have you thought it through?" He bent down and wiped away the blood that had spilled from Zhu Yuan's mouth with his hand, his voice devoid of joy or sorrow.

I wish you would stay curled up, silent.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Yuan murmured, his eyes filled with reminiscence, "It really does look alike."

"I am different from you!" The boy, who had just been like a young beast, looked up and seriously denied it.

"It's different. What you have now, your former self didn't have."

Zhu Yuan suppressed the surge of blood rushing to his head; all his memories were tinged with blood.

He never received a single bit of warmth.

"Alright, you suffer through your past every night now. I can't come to the mortal realm now, nor can I erase it. What do you want? I can give you a bento box... as compensation to my past self."

After a long silence, her voice, tinged with uncertainty, finally broke into a whisper, "Really?"

"My word is as good as gold."

“I… want a small piece of sandalwood.”

"Rosewood?"

"I will definitely repay you in the future!" The wish was made with a firm tone.

Zhu Yuan scoffed, then turned and waved his hand, disappearing from the scene, leaving only the words, "No need."

The reason why Zhu Yuan left so quickly was...

"Demon Lord, instead of properly recuperating, you come here to me again..." Ling Wu's enforcement whip slammed down, "Do you want to invite trouble?"

Gazing at that stunningly beautiful face that even the bright moonlight seemed to linger over, Zhu Yuan's usually cold and aloof face surprisingly flushed slightly.

He averted his gaze, not daring to look into Ling Wu's eyes, which seemed to see through everything, his voice slightly hoarse.

"This was my fault. But I am powerless to change it. Today I simply want to repay him..."

Ideally, it would also change your opinion of me.

But he didn't dare say the second half of the sentence, because the gold bracelet on the woman's wrist had already been raised, enveloping the cozy little courtyard.

"I don't want to fight you." He pursed his lips, his head slightly lowered, showing a hint of regret.

"Since the contract has been renewed, and the Demon Lord still disregards it, then don't blame me for enforcing the law on behalf of the Immortal Realm." Ling Wu said coldly.

The black jade whip was very excited this time, and the moonlight rippled as the whip swept across the ground.

Zhu Yuan did not dodge, and the enforcement whip fell into the black mist.

This caused his already surging blood essence from the battle with Lu Xuan to rise again, but he swallowed it back down!

"Cough—" He coughed softly, his purple eyes still unable to hide a trace of hurt.

A few inches of black mist lingered around the whip's tail before completely dissipating into the world.

He felt inexplicably wronged, but he couldn't explain why. He could only silently lower his head and accept the ten lashes.

Ten lashes fell, the enforcement whip affectionately brushing against Ling Wu's wrist before disappearing.

Seeing the woman turn to go inside, he suppressed his urge to break down and spoke in a very soft voice:

"If only I could have met you back then."

Lingwu didn't turn around, but only tilted her head slightly. Her profile, accompanied by the unique fragrance of the fairy flowers in the courtyard, was so beautiful that Zhu Yuan couldn't forget it.

She said, "If I had met you back then, the Demon Realm would have been crushed by Lu Xuanzhi five hundred years ago. If, in the end, it can only be if."

If Zhu Yuan hadn't appeared out of nowhere back then, there would only be the Five Realms now.

Upon hearing these words, Zhu Yuan felt something sprout within him.

"If it is, then it can only be if it is." He murmured, his eyes lowered, as if he were chewing on these words.

The sister who offered her blessings ultimately had nothing to do with him.

There is no such thing as "if," nor is there any possibility of "if."

A gust of wind blew, and he glanced up at her retreating figure before disappearing from the human world once more.

Who knows when we'll meet again...

The domain ring returned to her wrist. Ling Wu entered the room and touched Zhu Yuan's forehead. When her gaze fell on a small piece of sandalwood beside his pillow, her hand paused slightly.

She sighed softly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and in the end, she pretended not to know.

Silly boy, making a deal with the devil isn't that easy.

A streak of light flew from Ling Wu's fingertip and finally landed in the Demon Realm.

Zhu Yuan, who had just woken up, spat out a mouthful of blood, and the pain from his body also returned!

"Your Majesty, you..."

"Get out of here, all of you." Zhu Yuan was good at enduring the pain, and even wiped the blood from his lips with his hand without caring.

A group of demon queens retreated out and closed the gate, and the demon palace returned to a deathly silence.

He looked up and suddenly felt it was meaningless, but then he suddenly felt that perhaps this vast and empty demon palace needed a few pots of bright and beautiful flowers.

"Find me a few pots of flowers." His words echoed in the ears of every demon in the Demon Palace.

They all knelt down, then their faces were full of deep thought!

The flower that suits the Demon Lord must be a vengeful spirit flower accompanied by death, wailing, and lamentation!

Unaware that they had misunderstood again, Zhu Yuan felt a familiar presence, and a slight smile appeared on his lips, his eyes filled with joy mixed with a little awkwardness.

But when she turned her head and saw a lone piece of fine sandalwood, her bright purple eyes dimmed again.

Yes, for her, he was not even a stranger; to him would be to be out of her league.

As soon as Lingwu closed the door to the room where she had made her wishes, she stepped out of the courtyard and saw Yu Xianling looking up at the moon's shadow above her head, standing next to the fairy flower.

The moonlight shines, and the moon's glow falls.

The young man in red heard footsteps and looked up, his face flushed.

With a faint smell of alcohol lingering in her nose, Lingwu looked at Yueying and asked, "Have you been drinking?"

Moon Shadow shook her head, but then extended a finger to her lips and blew on it lightly. She then tilted her head and smiled innocently.

"Shh... We can't tell the Immortal Venerable, and we can't tell..." He looked like he was very clever.

Lingwu did not speak.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yueying assumed that she had tacitly agreed, so she stood by the swing and carefully touched the fairy flower.

Her peach blossom eyes were now misty.

"And I mustn't tell Lady Meng Po..." he said, smiling broadly, as if he had thought of an extremely delightful secret.