Chapter 58

After Mo Xiaoxin brought Leng Huai back to the palace, Leng Huai started to have a fever in the middle of the night, and Mo Xiaoxin busied herself taking care of him.

In his hazy state, Leng Huai saw a slender figure moving around in front of him. He didn't know who the person was, and he couldn't see their face clearly, but it made him feel at ease.

He finally fell asleep, and in his dream he returned to that year.

When he first met Mu Tai, the two hit it off in the dungeon, going from being silent to talking about everything.

Then later, Mu Tai suddenly begged him to save his sister.

In the dungeon, Leng Huai received Mu Tai's care and naturally agreed without hesitation.

Both of them were bold and unwilling to be slaughtered in the dungeon, nor did they want to be the pets of those powerful people. Naturally, they wanted to escape.

They devised a meticulous plan, one that was only allowed to succeed and not fail.

Then everything went smoothly. They successfully distracted the powerful and wealthy, and they escaped in the chaos. Later, when he wanted to leave the Northern Demon Realm, the two of them took him to the ferry crossing, where there happened to be a boat...

He didn't want to think about what happened after that.

He had gone through everything in his mind countless times.

If he had noticed even the slightest something amiss between the two of them back then, perhaps none of what followed would have happened...

Suddenly the scene shifts to Mu Tai kneeling on the ground, begging him to spare his sister.

He didn't let them go. His friend's betrayal caused him great pain, and the hatred in his heart made him lose his mind.

Did he do something wrong?

Sometimes he would ask himself that question.

But can the feeling of betrayal really be moved on?

He asked himself the same question over and over again, but there was no answer.

He was caught in a dilemma.

It hurts so much, it hurts so much...

Mo Xiaoxin used a cold water towel to physically cool Leng Huai down. She originally wanted to use ice pillars to cool Leng Huai down, but when she returned to the palace, she found that the ice magic had been sealed again.

This sudden change left her completely bewildered. Did it mean that her ice magic would only awaken in extremely dangerous situations, and then fall asleep again once it was safe?

Leng Huai remained unconscious, occasionally muttering to himself, appearing to be in great pain.

I wonder what he dreamed about?

Seeing Leng Huai lying so quietly and weakly in bed, Mo Xiaoxin's wicked thoughts resurfaced.

Thinking back to Leng Huai's indifferent attitude towards her before, she said mischievously, "You've finally fallen into my hands. If I don't take care of you now, I wonder if you'll burn yourself into a fool?"

Just imagine Leng Huai turning into a simpleton, constantly asking her to cook noodles for him—the image is simply unbearable to contemplate.

The handkerchief fell off his face again. The cold handkerchief had now become warm. Mo Xiaoxin took the handkerchief she had prepared to replace it from the basin of water and placed it on Leng Huai's forehead.

But as soon as it was placed on the table, Leng Huai's head shook and it fell off again.

Mo Xiaoxin moved closer to him, wanting to hear what Leng Huai was saying.

"Mu Tai...you are heartless..."

It seems that Leng Huai still harbors resentment about what happened back then.

Mo Xiaoxin sighed and placed the handkerchief on Leng Huai's forehead.

Leng Huai, caught in a nightmare, dropped his handkerchief again. Mo Xiaoxin glared at him and straightened his head to prevent his face from moving.

Mo Xiaoxin muttered under her breath, "If you dare drop your handkerchief again, believe me, I'll..."

She made a throat-slitting gesture, her eyes glaring fiercely.

Leng Huai's face was burning hot, and the heat transferred to Mo Xiaoxin's palm, making her tremble.

Forget it, why is she picking on a patient?

Leng Huai's fever lasted for a whole day and night.

When he finally woke up, it was already evening the next day.

He opened his eyes and immediately became alert when he noticed someone beside him. But when he turned his head, he found it was Mo Xiaoxin, and his heart, which had been in his throat, finally relaxed.

Mo Xiaoxin was asleep by the bed, holding a handkerchief in her hand, and there was a basin of water on the table next to her.

Watching her fall into a deep sleep with her head tilted to the side, a strand of hair obscuring her face, Leng Huai gently brushed it aside, revealing Mo Xiaoxin's slightly haggard appearance.

The figure I vaguely saw must have been Mo Xiaoxin. Although her movements were light, a cultivator would certainly be on guard.

It's clear that Mo Xiaoxin has been busy taking care of him and is exhausted.

A strange emotion suddenly welled up in Leng Huai's heart. It was an emotion he had never felt before. It was the first time someone had taken him to heart, and he felt a warm feeling that he couldn't explain.

He slowly sat up from the bed, surprised by the continuous flow of internal energy within him; his magical power had returned!

When he recalled that when Mo Xiaoxin came to save him, he had already seen Mo Xiaoxin freeze Mu Xue. He didn't know when she escaped from the spider pupa, and he was even more unaware of how she defeated Mu Xue.

He picked Mo Xiaoxin up from the edge of the bed and gently placed her on the bed.

Mo Xiaoxin just shook her head and fell asleep again.

A smile appeared on Leng Huai's lips without him even noticing it.

He suddenly remembered that Mo Xiaoxin always talked about it.

"What exactly is your mission? Regardless of why you approached me, the fact remains that you risked your life to save me, even if..."

Even if you betray me, I won't blame you.

Mo Xiaoxin was awakened by the aroma of food. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying in bed, while Leng Huai had disappeared without a trace.

Mo Xiaoxin got dressed and opened the door. Leng Huai was roasting something in the yard, and a fragrant aroma was wafting out. Ziyu and Qiao Yun were standing by helping him.

She rubbed her rumbling stomach and walked over to Leng Huai's side.

"You're all better now?" Mo Xiaoxin stared at Leng Huai with wide eyes, incredulous.

Leng Huai originally wanted to say that with his physique, there was of course no problem at all, but the words that came out of his mouth for some reason turned into: "Cough cough, I seem to be a little weak, and my head is a little dizzy."

Looking at Leng Huai's pale face, Mo Xiaoxin realized it was indeed the case, and she immediately became anxious: "Then why did you come out? What if you catch a cold? Go to bed right away!"

Qiao Yun explained, "Your Majesty, the Lord wants to cook you a meal to thank you for saving his life. He heard you muttering about barbecue and hot pot while you were sleeping."

When Leng Huai appeared in front of Qiao Yun in the morning, he was a little surprised. However, Leng Huai's physical condition was always remarkable. While an ordinary person might catch a cold once a year, Leng Huai might not catch one even once in a hundred years. Even if he caught a cold or had a fever, he would recover quickly. So when the energetic Leng Huai asked him to bring the fruitwood charcoal to the yard, he was a little puzzled.

However, Qiao Yun was very clever, and he understood Leng Huai's intention as soon as Leng Huai started to operate.

"ah?"

Mo Xiaoxin was completely bewildered. Cooking?

She was unaware that the Demon Lord would actually cook for her. She had thought that the aloof Leng Huai only knew how to eat and not how to cook, so this made her look at him in a new light.

She really missed barbecue and hot pot, but could Leng Huai make them?

A fragrant aroma wafted to Mo Xiaoxin's nose, so enticing that it almost made her drool.

Looking at the pile of things, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are you roasting? It smells so good!"

Ziyu proudly declared, "This is our lord's specialty: charcoal-roasted chicken!"

Leng Huai opened the lid, and a strong aroma rushed straight into Mo Xiaoxin's mind.

"Gurgle..."

Mo Xiaoxin's stomach rumbled at an inopportune moment.

Leng Huai took out the roasted chicken and handed it to Mo Xiaoxin: "Here you go."

For some reason, Mo Xiaoxin felt that Leng Huai looked different from usual today.

She couldn't quite put her finger on what was different. Perhaps it was Leng Huai's attitude towards her that had changed. In the past, Leng Huai always had a cold face, but today he seemed much gentler.

His gaze remained fixed on Mo Xiaoxin. Seeing that Mo Xiaoxin was stunned, he asked, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

"No, no, how could I not like it!" Mo Xiaoxin took the roast chicken from Leng Huai's hand.

Under Leng Huai's gaze, she took a small bite.

The roast chicken is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with just the right flavor; it's clearly made with expert skill.

"How is it?" Leng Huai stared intently at Mo Xiaoxin's expression, not missing a single reaction, and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

He didn't know why he cared so much about Mo Xiaoxin's answer. What should he do if Mo Xiaoxin didn't like it?

Mo Xiaoxin's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "It's so delicious!"

Leng Huai's heart finally settled down, and a smile appeared on his lips: "I'm glad you like it."

Qiao Yun and Zi Yu looked at each other, both seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.

They had never seen their lord so gentle before.

Is this still their aloof, arrogant, and cold-hearted master?

The aroma made their mouths water, and they kept swallowing.

Mo Xiaoxin felt a little embarrassed by their stares, so she gave each of them a chicken leg.

Qiao Yun and Zi Yu thanked them happily.

This action displeased Leng Huai, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes: "Why won't you give it to me?"

Mo Xiaoxin actually detected a hint of coquetry in his tone.

Qiao Yun and Zi Yu felt Leng Huai's cold gaze and suddenly the chicken legs in their hands no longer tasted good. They chuckled and handed the chicken legs back to Mo Xiaoxin.

Qiao Yun: "We suddenly remembered that we had something else to do."

The atmosphere became somewhat tense, and the two of them wisely withdrew from the courtyard. If they hadn't left, Leng Huai's gaze would have been enough to slowly torture them to death.

Mo Xiaoxin stared blankly in the direction they left: "Why did they leave? Aren't they going to play PUBG anymore?"

Leng Huai said casually, "They're not hungry."

He continued grilling: "You eat the chicken first, there are also potatoes and lotus root here."

Mo Xiaoxin also squatted down next to Leng Huai, and while tasting the roast chicken, she said, "I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good. My cooking skills are nothing compared to yours."

A dark glint flashed in Leng Huai's eyes: "I've been through too much in the past. If I don't want to starve to death, I have to learn how to cook for myself."

Mo Xiaoxin recalled the scene she had seen in Leng Huaixin's heart.

Not wanting to evoke painful memories for Leng Huai, she changed the subject, saying, "Do you want some? Chicken leg."

Mo Xiaoxin handed a chicken leg to Leng Huai.

Leng Huai took the chicken leg and suddenly asked, "How did you save me yesterday?"

Mo Xiaoxin laughed and said, "Aren't you also curious about how I escaped from the spider pupa?"

Leng Huai nodded; he was indeed very curious.

Mo Xiaoxin didn't keep anyone in suspense: "If I attack with fire or ice magic alone, it won't work, but if I combine the two, the Vajra Spider Silk will be as fragile as a piece of brittle and I can break it in half."

Leng Huai was quite surprised, not expecting that the combination of these two spells would be so powerful.

Mo Xiaoxin saw a hint of smugness in Leng Huai's expression, but her smugness didn't last long before she became somewhat discouraged: "My ice magic is acting up again. No matter how I try, I can't get it to work. I don't know what's wrong with it."

Leng Huai wanted to ask something more, but hesitated and stopped himself from speaking.

Mo Xiaoxin saw through his thoughts and said, "Are you trying to ask where Mu Xue went? And how did you recover your magic power?"

Leng Huai was somewhat surprised, but did not deny it, and nodded, saying, "Yes."

"Don't worry, I know that Mu Xue and her family have deceived and killed you, showing no regard for the kindness you showed when you saved them. I will not let such a wicked person off easily. I have put a poison in her body. She will feel cold and dizzy every few days. I'm afraid she will die from the poison before she even escapes the Demon Realm."

A strange glint flashed in Leng Huai's dark eyes.

He never expected Mo Xiaoxin to treat Mu Xue this way; he thought Mo Xiaoxin, with her kind nature, would let her go.

Absolutely, this is exactly to his liking.

Mo Xiaoxin is always decisive and straightforward in her actions.

She will repay those who treat her well in every way, but she will repay those who treat her badly tenfold!

How dare they torture her like this, trying to kill her, and even targeting her mission target? They're practically asking for trouble!

"Before leaving, I placed the Vajra Spider Silk on her body, absorbing all her magic power into myself, and then I returned your magic power to you. To be honest, her magic power was indeed quite good, and it will be of great help to my future spell practice, after all, she has been cultivating for tens of thousands of years."

Mo Xiaoxin's smug little expression was hard not to laugh at.

Mo Xiaoxin has brought him so many surprises lately.

He was impressed by her transformation from an arrogant and domineering demon princess to a strong and hardworking princess seeking revenge, and by her lack of resentment.

To his even greater surprise, Mo Xiaoxin actually returned his magic power to him.

You should know that his magical power is the strongest in this demon realm. Once Mo Xiaoxin obtains magical power, he can dominate a region in the demon realm.

"Why did you return my magic power to me?" Leng Huai asked, voicing his doubts.

Mo Xiaoxin was taken aback. Why didn't she return it?

"This was never mine to begin with, so of course I have to return it to you!"

Mo Xiaoxin spoke with absolute certainty, without the slightest hesitation.

Leng Huai stared intently into Mo Xiaoxin's eyes, utterly astonished that there could be such an ungreedy person in the world.

If a second person were to obtain his magical power, he would never return it to him.

Mo Xiaoxin felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze.

Mo Xiaoxin explained, "Don't treat me like a saint. I just don't like stealing other people's things. I'm not a particularly noble person either. Mu Xue has been torturing me so much, so of course I have to teach her a lesson. Besides, if I were in her hands, she would definitely absorb all my magic power. She just hasn't had the chance to do so yet."

Leng Huai looked at Mo Xiaoxin's face very seriously, his tone a little awkward: "Anyway, thank you."

"ah?"

Seeing Leng Huai's sincerity for the first time made Mo Xiaoxin feel a little embarrassed. She blushed slightly, lowered her head and said with her eyes downcast, "I only found out by chance, it was just luck."

Leng Huai said solemnly, "No one has ever worked this hard for me before. You are the first."

Mo Xiaoxin was taken aback, unsure how to answer him. She was only doing this to complete the mission; she couldn't let him die.

The atmosphere was a bit strange, and a strange feeling welled up from the bottom of her heart, making her feel uneasy.

Mo Xiaoxin instinctively wanted to escape from here.

She glanced at Leng Huai's face and said, "You look better. If there's nothing else, I'll go practice my spells at the Illusionary Spirit Abyss."

Her task is arduous and far-reaching; she must continue to work hard.

To everyone's surprise, Leng Huai suddenly looked troubled, holding his head with his hand, his voice a little hoarse: "I... my head hurts a little."

? ? ?

Brother, weren't you perfectly fine just now?

How could it suddenly start hurting?

Seeing Leng Huai's pained expression, Mo Xiaoxin couldn't just leave immediately.

Seeing that Leng Huai was about to faint, she quickly supported him.

Leng Huai leaned against Mo Xiaoxin. Mo Xiaoxin's body was soft and sweet, and a refreshing fragrance rushed into his brain, making his heart beat faster.

Mo Xiaoxin's body stiffened instantly, and she unconsciously placed her hand on Leng Huai's shoulder.

The two acted intimately, like a couple who had been married for many years.

She was startled by this sudden thought, her cheeks flushed red, and she even had trouble breathing.

She stammered, "Are you...are you alright? Let me help you back to bed to rest."

Leng Huai snuggled into Mo Xiaoxin's arms and said, "I'm so cold. I feel more comfortable here by the fire."

Mo Xiaoxin dared not move, and just sat on the ground holding Leng Huai and warming herself by the fire.

After a while, she felt Leng Huai leaning against her, and her hands started to ache.

She asked softly, "Are you feeling better now?"

Leng Huai did not answer.

She heard Leng Huai's even breathing and sighed helplessly.

What else could she do with the patient? She could only let Leng Huai lie there like that.

Mo Xiaoxin didn't see the triumphant smile on Leng Huai's lips as he held her.