It was Wen Wushang.

He sat in a lazy posture but exuded an aura of dominance, holding a yellowed ancient scroll in his left hand, which was the ancient lost Chinese medicine classic "Youcao Lingjing".

Although he is the Demon Lord, he looks like a pensive scholar at this moment, his fingertips slowly stroking the edge of the page, and his eyes reveal a hint of ethereal loneliness.

The entire hall was in deathly silence and no one dared to disturb him.

The left protector Shi Sang had already stood in the shadow of His Highness, his back straight as a statue, even breathing carefully.

He naturally knew why the Lord often sat in meditation now. The original owner of the medical book... was Su Yao.

Since returning to the Demon Realm, he has purged the remnants of Tu Yuan's followers overnight, and the Demon Realm has been unified again. However, no one could have predicted that the iron-blooded and cold-hearted Demon Lord would become obsessed with Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"The Lord has regarded Su Yao as the most beloved one in his heart." Shi Sang sighed in his heart, but did not dare to say more.

There was silence for a long time.

Wen Wushang paused, slowly closed the medical book, and asked in a calm voice, as if casually saying, "What's the matter?"

Shi Sang quickly bowed and spoke cautiously, "Reporting to my Lord... Director Su, she...she gave birth to a daughter named Liu Xiaoyao."

You can hear a pin drop in the hall.

Wen Wushang paused for a moment as he read the Chinese medicine book in his hand, then slowly turned to the next page and said calmly, "I understand. Prepare a few boxes of poisonous herbs from the Demon Realm and send them to her as a gift."

Shi Sang was stunned and couldn't help asking, "My Lord, Director Su has added a daughter to his fortune. Is it inappropriate for us to give him poisonous herbs?"

In the human world, it is popular to give gold locks and red envelopes as gifts.

Wen Wushang sneered, his voice piercingly cold. "What do you know? Su Yao loves medicinal herbs the most, especially those poisonous ones. She makes poisons and heals people, and she can decide life and death with a single thought. There are very few people in the world who can understand her."

Shi Sang was startled and quickly bowed his head: "Yes, I will do it right away."

He lowered his head and left the hall, not daring to say a word.

Behind him, the figure sitting on the throne suddenly became quiet for a long time.

After a while, Wen Wushang slowly closed the medical book and gently stroked the cover, as if he was stroking someone's eyebrows.

The next moment, the black-gold robe flashed and he disappeared.

The night is dark and the blood moon hangs high in the devil's world.

Wen Wushang stood alone on the cliff behind the Nightmare Palace, raised his head and drank the whole pot of Nether Fire. The flames flowed down his throat, but he did not feel the slightest burning pain.

His eyes were deep, and there were unspeakable emotions hidden in his eyes under the mask.

The night wind was howling, and his back was as tall as a mountain, but it was stained with an unconcealable loneliness.

"Su Yao..." He whispered her name, his tone still cold, but with a hint of drunkenness.

That night, he sat in front of the cliff and drank all night.

In his dream, he dreamed that Su Yao smiled and handed him a glass of wine, saying: "Wen Wushang, stay in the human world with me, okay?"

He replied to her in his dream: "Okay, as long as you ask me to stay, I will agree to it."

Wen Wushang chuckled softly, and as he did so, a tear fell...

…

Time flies, and Grandpa Su Changhe has passed his 100th birthday.

The Su and Yun families celebrated their birthdays behind closed doors in a low-key manner.

When Mr. Su celebrated his 120th birthday, both the Su and Yun families moved to a small island to live in seclusion.

If he lived any longer, rumors would spread in Yaocheng, saying that both the Su and Yun families were monsters and evil spirits.

There is indeed no shortage of monsters around Su Yao, but he cannot let his family members bear the stigma.

Except for Su Ziyun and Su Ziyu from the Su family, and Yun Fangfei and Yun Fangxue from the Yun family, who all work in the 79th Bureau, the others who have no cultivation can only enjoy their old age.

Although they are enjoying their old age, the family members appear to be aging very slowly, all thanks to the long-term use of the anti-aging and longevity pills given by Su Yao.

On his mother Yun Feiyan's birthday, Su Yao went to the sea and caught a bunch of fresh seafood.

He also cooked a seafood dinner himself.

Both the Su and Yun families enjoyed the meal very much. The birthday party was joyous and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

As expected, if you have money, free time, many children and grandchildren, and are healthy and free from disasters, what worries do you have?

Even if there are, they are all trivial matters.

Su Yao stood in front of the balcony of the sea view villa, admiring the sea view under the sunset, holding a durian white chocolate ice cream made by his daughter Liu Xiaoyao in his hand. He took two bites and stopped eating.

"It tastes different...it's not tasty."

At this time, Yun Feiyan came over wearing a custom-made purple cheongsam. She had a gentle and elegant temperament, full of energy and looked radiant.

Holding a bowl of ginger and red date mutton soup in his hand, he said with a smile: "Yaoyao, come and have some soup. You ate a lot of seafood tonight. Seafood is cold in nature. Drinking some mutton soup will warm your spleen and stomach."

Zi Mou looked at her old mother and smiled faintly: "Mom, have you forgotten again that my current body is still afraid of a cold spleen and stomach?"

"Yes, yes, you are the Lord of Freedom. You are not a mortal. So what? You will always be my child."

"Okay, okay, I'll drink it." The purple eyes looked at his mother with doting.

Su Yao now spoils both his parents like their own children.

The mother and daughter sat down, one drinking soup while the other chatted about family matters.

"Your third uncle has recently started practicing again. He said that even if you don't have spiritual roots, you can't give up... He recently read the novel "A Mortal's Journey to Immortality" and thinks he can change his fate like the male protagonist."

Su Yao smiled and said, "Uncle San doesn't have that kind of determination. As soon as Uncle Er asked him to play mahjong, he ran away."

Yun Feiyan also laughed and said, "Before your second uncle retired, he was either attending dinner parties, participating in various medical seminars, or busy at the hospital. Back then, he really didn't have time to play mahjong. Now he's addicted to it."

"Actually, they're just too idle. Ever since they learned that they could live to 500 years old with the help of longevity pills, who in the Su and Yun families is still practicing? They're even too lazy to persist in meditation..."

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