After Rong Zhiyuan came out of Jiang Rongxi's dream, he left angrily.

He himself didn't know what he was angry about. It was clearly that little devil who molested him, and now it seemed like he was bullying her.

The witch, who was still sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, heard a knock on the door.

She got up and opened the door, ready to scold the person who disturbed her sleep, but when she opened the door, she saw the Demon Lord standing at the door.

"Your Majesty, why are you here at this hour?"

Rong Zhiyuan didn't wait for the witch to invite him, he just walked in and sat down on the chair skillfully.

After a long while, he slowly spoke.

"Devil, I am dreaming."

"Dreaming is normal...ah, you were dreaming?"

People from the demon world stop dreaming after they reach adulthood.

Because the desires of demons are deeper than those of ordinary people, if they dream, they will fall into the desires in the dreams, and over time they will become obsessions.

After a moment of calm, the witch asked again.

"What did the Lord dream about?"

Because of the witch's question, Rong Zhiyuan suddenly thought of the restless little bastard in his dream.

His body became extremely hot again. The witch was still waiting for his answer when she saw the Demon Lord disappear in a flash.

The witch felt that His Majesty was becoming more and more moody.

I just wonder what happened in His Majesty's dream, and I'm worried that he will become obsessed with it.

It would be fine if this obsession could be satisfied, but if not, I'm afraid I'll end up like the old demon.

Why……

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The next day!

The little flower demon who had just woken up was sent to Rong Zhiyuan.

Seeing the gloomy face of the person opposite, the little flower demon didn't dare to be picky about food anymore. He picked up the animal milk in front of him and drank it down with a gulp.

She drank too fast, and the milk flowed from the corners of her mouth and slowly dripped down her white neck.

This scene happened to be seen clearly by Rong Zhiyuan who was sitting opposite her. The pure milk-white skin and the light pink neck made someone's mouth dry.

After drinking, Rong Xi wanted to leave and touched her stomach to show that she was full.

"Your Majesty, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Rong Zhiyuan didn't say anything, and the little flower demon didn't dare to make any other moves.

"Wu Ying."

Wu Ying, who was called, walked in from outside with a black and red wooden box in his hand.

Rong Zhiyuan raised his chin towards Jiang Rongxi, and Wu Ying handed the box to her.

"For me?"

"Um."

Rong Xi didn't know what was inside, but he still took it happily.

When I opened it, I was shocked.

"This is, Wangyue?!"

Jiang Rongxi nervously closed the box and quickly handed it back.

"Your Majesty, how can Wangyue be given to me?"

She suddenly remembered that in her dream last night, Rong Zhiyuan seemed to say that as long as she didn't cry, he would give Wangyue to her.

But she thought it was just words to coax her and didn't take it seriously. How come he actually brought it to her?

"Just keep what I give you. I never take back what I give away."

Wu Ying didn't take it, and Rong Zhiyuan said something coldly, so the little flower demon could only take her hand back.

Rong Zhiyuan was still wondering how the little goblin would thank him when he saw her bow slightly towards him and prepare to leave.

"Where are you going?"

Perhaps because the tone was a little harsh, a certain little flower demon turned around in panic, as if it had done something wrong.

The voice in Rong Zhiyuan's mind spoke.

"Why are you so fierce? Look how scared she is."

"She just left like that, can't I ask?"

Rong Xi swallowed, then said, "Your Majesty, I will return to the bedroom."

"I gave you a magical weapon, and you didn't even say thank you."

"Thank you, thank you!"

This little bastard is so stupid. How can she be so thankful? Does she even know what kind of magical weapon Wangyue is?

Rong Zhiyuan didn't agree to let her leave, so she had no choice but to stay here.

Rong Zhiyuan only discovered today that this little bastard was not one to stay still.

Sometimes he fiddled with the moon-watching object, moving it here and there, sometimes he ran out to the pond to play with the fish, sometimes he picked some flowers from somewhere and put them in his expensive and rare porcelain vase.

Rong Zhiyuan really didn't know if these two hundred-year-old people had so much energy.

But the little bastard was naughty for a while and then suddenly became quiet. He felt something was wrong and wondered if he was up to something.

He walked out curiously and saw the little bastard had transformed Wangyue into a whip in the yard and tied it to a tree to swing on.

…

This divine weapon has probably been worshipped by the demon clan since it came into the world, but this little bastard actually used it to swing.

"Xiao Li, push it up a little."

Xiaoli only stretched out one finger and didn't dare to add another one, for she was afraid of pushing the little demon away.

Hearing her shout, he just increased the force a little, just a little bit, but he didn't expect the person on the swing to fly out directly.

She was so scared that she had gathered spiritual power in her hands, but before she could use it, she saw the flying little demon stop in mid-air.

He was bound by spiritual power, and when he looked in the direction of this spiritual power, he saw His Majesty standing at the door.

Xiaoli's face turned pale, wondering if His Majesty would blame her.

Rong Zhiyuan didn't say much, turned around and went into the house.

Rong Xi followed Rong Zhiyuan's steps and left like a kite.

"Have you had enough fun?"

"That's enough."

Rong Zhiyuan didn't speak again, but just dealt with memorials at the desk.

The little flower demon didn't dare to run around anymore, so she just stayed quietly beside Rong Zhiyuan.

Rong Zhiyuan was quite satisfied and didn't care about her.

only……

This little devil stopped acting up and just started looking at herself quietly.

His eyes widened, then narrowed again.

"Your Majesty."

"Um."

"I seemed to dream about you last night."

Rong Zhiyuan pressed the writing brush in his hand directly onto the memorial.

What on earth is going on in this little bastard's head? Is it possible to tell him?

But he still pretended to be calm. He wanted to see what she dreamed about.

"What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed of lots of delicious food, including apples, pears, bananas, dried meat, pig's trotters, cashews..."

"Get to the point."

"Oh, and then I ate there. I've never seen so much food. Do you know how delicious the cashews are..."

"Let me get to the point."

The little flower demon pouted, isn't this what she was saying?

"I was eating when I saw Your Excellency appear. I thought Your Excellency wanted to eat my food, but I gave you all my food."

The little flower demon said as he sat over.

"But Your Majesty seemed dissatisfied and angry, and then you asked me to kiss you. I wanted to kiss you, but you suddenly got angry and left."

Of course he knew what Jiang Rongxi said, but was this really how she saw it?

"That's just a dream. When have I ever been so cruel to you?"

Jiang Rongxi thought, that’s too much.

But she didn't dare to say it out loud...

"So what's your reason for saying this?"