When Wan Ge opened the door, she saw the gift that Morsis had given her on the bed.

The other person has his own mark, so no matter what he looks like, he can recognize him at a glance.

The other person had blond hair and blue eyes, and looked like an ordinary human being, except that his delicate face was more handsome than the average person, although it was still far from his original appearance.

The other party concealed all his demonic aura, perfectly disguising his identity as a demon king. If it weren't for the mark on his body, Wan Ge might have had a hard time recognizing him.

The refined young man, dressed in a thin shirt, lay on the bed with his hands tied. His clear eyes looked at him, and there seemed to be tears welling up in them. He looked pitiful, as if asking why he had been tied up here.

So what exactly does this Demon Lord want to do? What does he mean by this?

Wan Ge recalled the words Ruan Ruan had said to her, and the behavior of the boy in front of her now.

Holy crap! Is that what she meant?

So the world itself isn't here to help him heal, but rather to satisfy his strange hobbies?

Wan Ge found it easy to ascertain; she pinched his chin with her fingertips, applying just a little pressure without causing much pain. Her eyes held a hint of indifference: "Do you know who I am?"

Her eyes and stunningly beautiful face clearly indicate that she is no ordinary human, so the only answer is that she is a demon; a god could not possibly be like that.

The boy said timidly, "Please let me go, okay? Please."

Wan Ge coldly replied, "Since it's a gift from someone else, it's mine. I won't let you go until I hate you."

The boy didn't say anything more, and Wan Ge didn't do anything else either, just told the boy to leave.

When Morsis heard her tell him to get out of there, the grievance in his eyes seemed even more obvious.

Just as the boy was slowly trying to get up, Wan Ge's butler came in from outside.

The steward noticed that the Queen did not consume the blood of the blood slave, which puzzled him. However, he also remembered that Her Majesty never bit lowly blood slaves; she always had the blood drained before consuming it.

"Your Majesty." The steward stood obediently behind Wan Ge, waiting for her orders.

Wan Ge simply told the butler to take the person out. The butler didn't dare to ask any questions and could only obediently lead the person out.

However, the butler then remembered that this person was a gift bestowed by His Majesty the Demon King; shouldn't he be treated specially? "How does His Majesty intend to deal with this blood slave?"

Wan Ge understood that the other party wanted to ask if she wanted to be placed with the other blood slaves, but Wan Ge still coldly replied that it was up to her.

It seems that even though he was a gift from the Demon King, he was no different from an ordinary person.

The butler didn't say much, only replying "yes," but he already had other thoughts in his mind. After all, it was a gift from the Demon King, so the living conditions must be better than those of other blood slaves.

The other person is so good-looking, their blood must be good too. I should probably prepare something for the master later.

Initially, no action was taken, as the other party was sent by the Demon King. Ultimately, the decision on how to deal with them rests with His Majesty.

But seeing how indifferent His Majesty seemed, I should just do what I normally would.

…

As Morsis left through the door, he glanced back at Wan Ge, but she had her back to him, and all Morsis saw was her aloof silhouette.