"And I just want to give it to you, I'm happy to!"

As the Demon Lord spoke, he divided the things for the child into one pile, and the things for Shen Yulou into another pile.

Shen Yulou rested her hands on her knees, gently supporting her chin, and watched intently as Chi Yuan categorized the items one by one.

A man who shares his love with his partner is the most attractive.

After the two finished dividing their spoils, they continued on to the next passage.

Walking forward, they came to another dusty open space.

The layout here is exactly the same as the place they first arrived at.

The difference is that the walls here no longer have any passageways; they are all completely sealed off.

The central altar no longer had a tombstone; it was simply a round altar radiating a faint blue light from within.

What is that?

Shen Yulou led Chi Yuan by the hand up the steps of the round altar and looked toward the radiant center of the altar.

The long-lost cacophony of voices emanated from within, accompanied by incredibly clear background music.

"This altar must be watching over a certain part of this tomb."

Chi Yuan carefully added a layer of protection for Shen Yulou and himself before approaching to see the scene inside.

The pool is ten thousand feet deep, overflowing with ice and snow.

The cultivators were fighting against a colossal dragon that blotted out the sky.

"A black dragon? Shouldn't ice and snow dragons be blue?"

This dragon, with its unconventional color, still caught Shen Yulou's eye.

Chi Yuan stroked Shen Yulou's palm, as if he had remembered something.

After a while, the dragon in the picture seemed to get tired of this boring fight. It slammed its two huge front claws onto the ice and opened its mouth to exhale.

The ends of the two flowing dragon whiskers curl upwards.

The people who were still in attack stance were instantly frozen into ice blocks by the sweeping snow.

The dragon then slammed its fist on the ice again, and the surge of power instantly pulverized the cultivators along with the ice.

Looking at the empty, icy pool, the black dragon propped up its enormous head with its forepaws.

Shen Yulou actually detected a bored expression on his face.

One of the black dragon's whiskers bent up and automatically crawled into its mouth.

Judging from the amplitude of the trembling, it looks like someone is picking their teeth.

Then its other claw, with its sharp nails, began scratching its back.

His thick, long body twisted and turned haphazardly because of this movement, which was quite funny on the spot.

"Why does this black dragon look like an old man?"

Even Shen Yulou was amused by its actions.

"He was indeed an old man."

Chi Yuan tapped the edge of the round altar, a smile appearing on his lips.

“He used to hold me when I was little.”

"ha?"

Shen Yulou's eyes instantly turned incredulous.

"The eighth Dragon King of the Frost Dragon Clan of the Demon Realm. He was in his prime when I was born."

How do you know if he hugged you?

"Do you see those two dragon whiskers?"

The Demon Lord pointed to the dragon whiskers in the picture, which were being used to pick the Dragon King's teeth.

Shen Meiren nodded, indicating that she had seen it.

"I plucked my finger three thousand times when I was a child."

After saying that, the Demon Lord took out a large bundle of dragon whiskers from his spatial ring.

"These are all his."

Shen Meiren's dignified demeanor was about to crumble.

Why do you keep plucking your elders' beards?

"This is fun!"

The Demon Lord's tone was completely matter-of-fact.

“When I was a child, I would scream every time I pulled it, so I thought of it as a toy.”

"Plucking the beard is like turning on the switch to play this toy."

"Then he suddenly disappeared, and I cried for several days because I couldn't find my favorite toy."

The Ghost King's gaze toward the black dragon instantly turned to pity.

"No, if you pluck your elder's beard, no one will hit you?"

Shen Meiren found this matter utterly unbelievable.

Was the Demon Lord a mischievous child when he was young?

"I was only as big as An'an back then, who would have the heart to hit me?"