Chapter 45 Cuihua, serve the sauerkraut.
"So you're sure?"
"Otherwise what? Ordinary children are cute, but he's scary." Huali followed Zhang Dezhu to deliver meals to the various palaces.
Logically speaking, their kitchen staff should only be responsible for cooking, and they shouldn't have to do this kind of work at all.
But who is Zhang Dezhu?
He spent his entire life diligently studying how to cultivate connections and flatter the right people, making him a top contender for rapid advancement and success.
He's not tired even though others are.
He also wants to drag Huali down with him and make him work hard too.
"The host noticed it too? The Demon Lord's body might have changed like this because of the Myriad Manifestations Void Formation back then. His memories should have changed just like his body."
"No matter how it changes, its astonishing attack power remains unchanged." People become more cunning as they grow smaller, and they even know how to lie.
"If I heal all his injuries with a wood-type card, will he treat me differently, be incredibly grateful, and then suddenly realize he should cling to me?"
Ao Bai was speechless: "You're dreaming again. The Wood-type SR card's Cycle of Withering and Flourishing can only heal 30%. Do you see any good flesh on the Demon Lord's body? At most, it can turn those festering and rotting places into normal wounds."
Rosewood fly rubbed his hands together, "I have a suggestion for your headquarters: could you make this 30% a daily rate? That way, 30% today, 60% tomorrow, and 100% the day after?"
"I suggest you don't offer any advice." Having such a troublesome person as Ao Bai is also a difficult situation. "The first task is to gain the Demon Lord's trust. Host, you should think about the important matter."
"Anyway, I left all the steamed buns there. If he's smart, he'll know what to do." Huali walked through the hanging flower gate and came to a small courtyard full of Apocynum venetum.
Zhang Dezhu stopped and gave a fawning smile, "Lady Yangliu..."
Huali was engrossed in talking to Aobai when she heard the name Yangliu and instinctively looked up. She saw the door to the room open and a woman adorned with jewels walk out.
"Just leave it there." Yang Liu was completely different from how she had been crying in the car earlier. Her makeup was glamorous, and she was about to turn around when she suddenly met Hua Li's gaze.
Yang Liu had a deep impression of Hua Li. Although the two had never spoken, Hua Li was the most dazzling person in the car, making her hard to forget.
It's just that I wasn't lucky enough.
"So you went to the kitchen. That's good. Doing some chores is better than going to the arena," Yang Liu's gaze swept over the faint scars under Hua Li's veil. "It's just a pity about your face. Otherwise, you might be the one standing here."
Karin: "Mmm."
Yang Liu: "You don't know yet, do you? The king is not as handsome as everyone said. He is also very kind to me."
Karin: "Mmm."
Yang Liu: "...This residence was bestowed upon me by the King; I didn't even have a Qizhi."
Karin: "Mmm."
Even Zhang Dezhu couldn't help but glance at her, and Yang Liu slammed the door shut.
Zhang Dezhu's expression changed, and Huali quickly spoke up before he could, "The monsters haven't been fed for several days, and the herb garden hasn't been watered either. I'm leaving now."
What a joke! She's in a cultivation novel, not a palace intrigue story.
She ignored everything others said; she'd rather go check on her ungrateful son than waste her energy on heated arguments.
The most important thing is to complete the task and leave as soon as possible.
*
Main hall.
The Demon King Soli, dressed in black, sat in the guest seat, watching the person in the wheelchair in the hall playing with a folding fan. His eyes trembled unconsciously. "I have sent people to search the entire royal city, but I really did not see the Demon Lord."
As the rosewood wheelchair rolled over the blue bricks, Wen Tingyun turned around.
His wide, blue sleeves fell as he closed his folding fan. His gentle voice made him seem like a compassionate bodhisattva when he lowered his eyes, but when he raised them again, they held a serpentine ruthlessness. "Is it that you can't find it, or that you don't want to look?"
Soli immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
His puffy eyes, tinged with a bluish-gray hue from excessive indulgence, and his lips, still stained with dark rouge, trembled as he spoke, “I, Soli, and the King of Wrath, Sodo, are completely devoted to Your Highness and have no other intentions.”
Wen Tingyun reopened his folding fan. "Then let's go find it."
Soli looked up, his eyes showing difficulty. "But I've already sent people to find two... Yes, Xiao Wang will arrange it right away."
"If you still can't find it after half a month, then go to the Colosseum yourself."
A look of annoyance flashed in Wen Tingyun's eyes, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. The Myriad Manifestations Void Formation had closed too quickly that day, and he had completely lost track of Wen Jin.
Fortunately, they shared the same father, and he relied on the limited power of his bloodline to find this place.
The higher Wen Jin's cultivation level in the "Mysterious Heaven Ghost Manual," the weaker his strength becomes during the Soul Returning Stage. If we don't eliminate him now, we'll be the ones who die once his Soul Returning Stage is over.
The strong scent of patchouli in the room could not mask the fermented sweat mixed with the musk in the bed. Wen Tingyun covered his mouth and nose in disgust and disappeared from the spot.
*
This time, Huali didn't go herself, but sent her capable assistant, Aobai.
She was right when she said she was going to the Hundred Herbs Garden. Xiao Wenjin had too many wounds, and even after the Wood-type card was healed, it still needed to be stopped and bandaged.
The herb garden was filled with blood-nourishing herbs, their small golden flowers blooming in large patches. The place was secluded, rarely visited, and she could pluck them until they were bald without anyone bothering her.
Huali worked hard, completely unaware that someone had appeared in the flowerbed at some point.
By the time she came to her senses, she had already dug up to the ground beneath the person's feet.
*
Wen Tingyun originally came here to smell the medicinal herbs to dispel the disgusting smells, but he never expected to see a hardworking "little bee" working without even looking up.
His body was severely depleted, and his face was flushed with a sickly redness from coughing up blood. Watching the other person digging grass actually relieved him a bit, so he deliberately shut out his own presence.
I never expected that she would dig up this place so quietly.
Huali paused for a moment, then quickly looked up. After looking at the other person's appearance, she blurted out a phrase about national essence.
Good heavens, what is this Wen Tingyun doing here?!
One demon lord and one demon king are not enough, why did someone else's lucky charm also come?
Although this person's appearance was more than twice as refined as it was at Mingyue Pavilion, his fake smile remained unchanged.
Huali retreated hastily, fearing that his life points would be affected.
Wen Tingyun was used to this kind of thing, but this woman reminded him of someone.
The Sea of Time has been destroyed and reborn countless times, and that girl has broken free of her cocoon.
I wonder if she will be able to transform from a caterpillar into a butterfly when we meet again?
*
Whether she will emerge from her cocoon as a butterfly or not is unknown, but right now Huali wants to curse the Heavenly Dao, that stepfather!
"Did I disturb your herb gathering?" Wen Tingyun smiled gently, his gaze sweeping over the veil on Hua Li's face, where the hideous wounds could be vaguely seen.
Hua Li was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was wearing a veil and Wen Tingyun did not recognize her.
"No, I'm leaving now that I'm done." Huali was in a hurry to leave, and subconsciously glanced at the other person's legs in the wheelchair, guessing how fast she would have to run to disappear as quickly as possible.
But that one glance made Wen Tingyun stop playing with his folding fan. He rested the fan tip on his chin, his voice gentle, but Huali could hear a strong killing intent in it, "What? Did my legs scare you?"
This is a killer question!
"Why would you scare me? Do you think I'm that naive?" Karin asked, using the universal rhetorical question.
Wen Tingyun paused, reached out and caught a butterfly that flew by, and smiled: "You remind me of an old friend. What's your name? I am Wen Tingyun."
That jerk flirts with everyone he goes around.
Hua Li rolled her eyes inwardly, but smiled sheepishly, "My name is Wang Cuihua."
“You can call me Cuihua, or you can call me by my nickname, Shang Suancai.”
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