As soon as I closed my eyes, all the expressions of Li Shushu, shy and timid, laughing and scolding, rolled back and forth in my mind...

He couldn't concentrate on his cultivation on weekdays, and he blamed it on Li Shushu being beside him, who affected him.

Now that she is not around, what is going on?

He was inexplicably irritable.

He was in no mood to attend court, so he left all the follow-up matters of the Wolf King's audience to Long Xiao Hu Yue.

He has only one rule: those who truly submit will live, and those who have second thoughts will die.

Simple and crude.

Two nights passed, and Li Shushu still hadn't moved back to the bedroom. She seemed to be deliberately avoiding him. The two people who used to see each other every time they looked up and down, hadn't met at all in the past two days.

Ming Yan became even more confused.

The sky of the demon world became overcast due to the change in the Demon Lord's mood.

That night, Demon Lord Ming Yan tossed and turned in bed for half the night.

He had no choice but to sit up.

"Long Xiao, come here!" He transmitted his voice through the air and directly pulled the sleeping Long Xiao over.

Long Xiao yawned, rubbed his eyes, and muttered somewhat dissatisfiedly, "Your Majesty, why did you come to me so late at night? I wonder what urgent matter is there?"

"Nothing, I just want to find someone to chat with." Ming Yan, wearing ink-colored silk pajamas, got out of bed barefoot. He had a tall and strong figure, and his face was still handsome and majestic, but there was a hint of confusion and an unconcealable restlessness.

He came to a table by the window and sat down. Long Xiao hurriedly poured him a cup of tea.

"You sit down too." Ming Yan pointed to the opposite side and motioned Long Xiao to sit down.

Long Xiao had followed Ming Yan for over a thousand years and was quite familiar with him. Since His Majesty asked him to sit down, he sat down obediently and even poured himself a cup of tea.

They each took a sip.

"Tell me, why is that woman so easily angered?" Ming Yan's bony fingers stroked the edge of the teacup.

When Long Xiao heard this, he looked around and found that he did not see the God of War.

His interest instantly piqued. "What's going on? Is there a conflict between His Majesty and the God of War?"

Ming Yan shook his head. "I'm not sure. To be specific, there was no quarrel or fight. Anyway, it's just a little bit confusing."

In the past, whenever the two met, they would either quarrel or fight, but now it’s refreshing.

Now, something seems to be different. I just feel uncomfortable everywhere.

"Why don't you tell me in detail? I'll help you analyze it." Long Xiao, the caring brother, tried to guide patiently.