She understood what the person in front of her meant. According to the original plot, Yan Feichen's puppet army would soon be renowned throughout the Three Realms.

It wasn't that no demons had practiced puppetry before, but only Yan Feichen could use it to such an extreme, because he could manipulate not only the dead, but also the living.

The manipulated person has no thoughts, no pain, and will only obey his commands unconditionally.

Perhaps Yan Feichen saw that his expression was too cold, or perhaps the image was too terrifying to contemplate.

Lin Zhenzhen felt a layer of cold sweat seeping out of her body, sticking to the ghost mask on her face.

"Nervous? I thought you were really fearless."

Yan Feichen let out two low laughs, but his eyes were dark, like the deepest night, without a trace of starlight.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Tsk."

Yan Feichen straightened up and distanced himself from Lin Zhenzhen, his brows furrowed slightly, his eyelids drooping, looking down at her condescendingly.

His expression could be described as gloomy, so when Lin Zhenzhen noticed Yan Feichen raising his hand, she subconsciously closed her eyes.

However, the pain she had imagined did not come. Lin Zhenzhen felt something stick to her eyelids.

It was as rough as unpolished sandpaper, yet as hot as a burning flame.

Lin Zhenzhen struggled to open her other eye and saw Yan Feichen gently rubbing her eyelid with his thumb.

Why did they have to be born with eyes like that?

Even though he knew she feared and hated him so much, he still had the illusion that he was favored when he looked into those eyes.

"Your eyes can lie, just like you."

Yan Feichen's expression was focused, and his movements were gentle, as if he were handling the most fragile and delicate treasure in the world.

But the next second his expression turned cold, and he pressed his fingertips inward, heavily against her eye sockets: "If I gouge out these amorous eyes, will you stop bothering other people?"

Lin Zhenzhen's voice trembled: "Yan Feichen, don't go crazy."

"I'm crazy?" Yan Feichen moved his eyes. "You're right, I really am crazy."

"If you were locked up in such a place for ten years, your mind filled with unanswerable questions, and every minute and every second you couldn't help but think about the person who ruthlessly abandoned you."

What would you do? Could you stay conscious?

Yan Feichen's hand left Lin Zhenzhen's eye socket, slid down, and suddenly grabbed her cheek: "Lin Zhen, you're the one who drove me crazy."

Lin Zhenzhen wanted to retort, but because Yan Feichen's fingers were too tight, she moved her throat and her lips moved up and down, only emitting a muffled sob.

Yan Feichen's expression froze for a second, then his brows furrowed even more, he took a step back, and coldly released his grip.

After gaining 5 points of aversion, Yan Feichen's emotions became even more unstable, to the point of being unpredictable.

Lin Zhenzhen didn't want to say anything more, which only attracted another wave of sarcastic remarks. She just rubbed her stiff chin in frustration.

Unexpectedly, Yan Feichen snorted coldly: "You've gotten so thin, what? You can't find anyone to cook for you after I leave?"

Lin Zhenzhen was taken aback. She realized what was happening and pinched her cheek with her fingers.

Although she used to be slender, she still had some baby fat on her face. Whenever she laughed heartily, two shallow dimples would appear on her lips, making her both cute and charming.

Her skin has become very thin; you can only feel the protruding bones when you press it gently. It's easy to imagine that she looks haggard and exhausted.

Lin Zhenzhen covered her face unhappily, never expecting that she would also have a day of anxiety about her appearance.

Do I look ugly?

Yan Feichen snorted coldly and turned his head away: "Is there any need to ask? At around a hundred years old, it's natural that one's beauty has faded and one's looks have declined."

"Oh." Lin Zhenzhen lowered her head, her voice very soft.

Yan Feichen originally thought that she would retort to him as before, but to his surprise, Lin Zhenzhen shook her head.

"It's not that I can't find someone to cook for me, it's that no one will be as unconditionally accommodating as you are."

"I should never have hidden that jar of peach blossom honey you made in the cupboard. You were so stingy that you couldn't bear to eat it yourself, but that damned rat got it for free, leaving me not a single drop."

Yan Feichen's expression suddenly became somewhat strange.

"You're saying... you hid the peach blossom honey I gave you, and you couldn't bear to eat it?"

“Yes.” Lin Zhenzhen’s eyes were red, and she looked like she was about to cry. “It’s so sweet and fragrant. I’ve never eaten such delicious honey before.”

"We should have asked you how you did it back then. The peach blossoms on the back hill bloomed and faded, then bloomed again, and we didn't make use of them. It's a real pity."

"...So you're just disappointed that you can't taste that kind of nectar anymore, is that right?"

Lin Zhenzhen shrank back as if in fear: "Of course it's not just that, I miss you too."

Yan Feichen closed his eyes briefly: "Don't try to fob me off with these hypocritical words. Do you think I'll still believe you?"

Lin Zhenzhen stuck out her tongue, seemingly not caring whether he believed her or not.

"Could you let go of me first? Master will be back soon."

Although Yan Feichen released her chin, the two were still very close, with his knee pressed against the middle of Lin Zhenzhen's thighs, creating an ambiguous and somewhat dangerous situation.

"Do you really like that master that much? So much that you're willing to risk your life just to see him?"

Lin Zhenzhen turned her head away: "This doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it?"

“I said it’s related, so it’s related.” Yan Feichen turned her head back to face him, forcing her to look directly at him.

"It's a pity that your master is not an overconfident gambler. He dared to covet what doesn't belong to him."

"You're talking nonsense! I won't allow you to slander him like that!"

Lin Zhenzhen frowned, her cheeks flushed slightly with anger, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.

She looks like a newborn calf, unable to even stand steadily, yet trying to rush in front of others to shield them from harm.

She used to protect herself, but now she's become a completely different person.

The overwhelming jealousy from all sides almost consumed Yan Feichen; he was on the verge of losing his mind because of his envy.

He grinned, revealing a sinister smile.

"I wasn't really sure whether I should do it."

"But since you're so protective of him, then I guess I'll just have to... treat him properly."