Tu Shanmu doesn't like others getting close to him. The place where he cultivates is cold and damp all year round. He has become accustomed to the cold and is very sensitive to heat sources.

Qingyao was like a furnace, sticking to him all over.

The High God couldn't pull off this piece of dog skin plaster. He was so angry that he forgot he could use magic and used brute force to break free from Qing Yao.

Qingyao wanted to tease him, but the moment Tu Shanmu pushed him away, Qingyao grabbed his wrist tightly.

Qingyao cushioned his fall, and Tushan Mu collapsed onto him.

The two didn't think much of it at first, but when their bodies were pressed together, men are primal creatures, and at a certain point, Qingyao's expression froze.

Qingyao's hand was still on Tushanmu's waist, and a certain part of his body quietly rose in reverence.

As soon as a certain thought took shape in his mind, Qingyao cut it off.

He pushed Tu Shanmu away, got up from the ground, and left the Void Realm in a disheveled state without saying a word.

Tu Shanmu didn't think much of it.

In fact, he had a pure mind and had stayed in Qingqiu for ten thousand years. Because of his high status, the fox spirits below dared not bother him.

Therefore, although the supreme god is tens of thousands of years old, he has never known what love is.

Tomorrow is the Ninth Princess's marriage selection ceremony, and Tu Shanmu, as usual, prepared hot water for Qingyao and stood guard at the door.

Qingyao was highly valued by the Third Elder. He had not only Tu Shanmu as his servant, but also many beautiful female attendants.

Tu Shanmu stood guard outside the door and saw a demon woman carrying two jars of wine, swaying her slender waist as she walked towards him.

The witch looked unfamiliar; she must have been bestowed upon him by the Third Elder.

Tu Shanmu stood at the door like a god, not even blinking at the beautiful woman whose breasts were exposed, his face expressionless.

The demon woman glanced at him twice, probably thinking to herself that Tu Shanmu wasn't a normal man.

The woman, holding a wine jar, imperiously ordered Tu Shanmu, "I want to go in. Knock on the door for me."

Tu Shanmu did not forget that he was now a lowly servant. He knocked on the door as the woman instructed.

An impatient voice came from inside, "What?"

Upon returning from the virtual realm, Qingyao seemed to have been provoked and spoke harshly to Tushan Mu.

Tu Shanmu attributed his abnormal behavior to being petty and didn't take it to heart.

The woman slightly craned her neck and explained her purpose in a sweet voice: "I can't sleep, so I've come to ask you for a drink to relieve my boredom, sir."

There was silence inside for a long time, so long that the woman thought Qingyao would reject her, when suddenly the door opened.

Qingyao's voice came from inside, "Come in."

The woman went inside happily.

Tu Shanmu turned around and closed the door. Looking at the scarlet sky of the Demon Realm, he missed the night in Qingqiu.

The woman went in and didn't come out for a long time. Just as Tu Shanmu was thinking about whether he could go back to sleep early tonight, a loud thud suddenly came from inside.

His drowsiness was startled, and he opened his eyes abruptly.

The door behind them was flung open, and the woman, topless, ran away crying.

Tu Shanmu hadn't figured out what was going on when Qingyao called him from inside, her voice sounding a bit strange.

"Come in."

Tu Shanmu didn't want to see him. All day long, Qingyao kept saying things to provoke him, as if he was deliberately trying to make him angry.

However, Tu Shanmu felt that as a high god, he shouldn't stoop to the level of a junior, so he always ignored Qingyao.

He wasn't angry, but Qingyao was even angrier; he was acting like a complete lunatic.

Who isn't afraid of mental illness?

Tu Shanmu frowned as he walked into the house, and Qingyao said again, "Close the door."

Tu Shanmu sensed something was wrong. He paused, wondering if the woman from earlier had caused the injury to Qingyao.