Chapter 124
The early autumn morning was still cool, with a sliver of warm orange sunlight on the horizon.
The dew wets the fairy flowers and also dampens the eyes and brows of the boy in the courtyard.
A strand of hair slipped down his eyebrows to his temple, and he let it fall, which only added a touch of pity to his drooping eyelashes.
Only when he sensed the familiar presence did his eyelashes tremble slightly, the frost on them still clinging to them.
"Sister..." he called out, his voice slightly hoarse, yet carrying a unique purity.
Lingwu reached out, her cool fingertips touching his damp brows, only to see his eyes crinkle slightly, as if he were very happy.
Only then did she take out the candied hawthorn and, as usual, gently stroke the boy's soft hair.
"Xiao Yuan waited all night?"
Zhu Yuan mimicked Zhu Yuan's words and actions, shaking his head with a bright smile, "No, it's just... I got up a little early."
In this respect, it's quite similar to wishing someone well.
The boy has grown up a lot, and Lingwu no longer holds his hand.
As soon as the candied hawthorn was handed over, Zhu Yuan took it, and didn't forget to smile and say, "Thank you, sister."
Only after Ling Wu left did Zhu Yuan's gaze fall on the candied hawthorn.
The familiar red icing, even the scent is exactly the same as in the Demon Realm.
But a strange joy welled up inside him.
Zhu Yuan didn't bite into the candied hawthorn she had been longing for all night; instead, she placed her hand on her heart.
It was pulsating with joy, a joy that was about to overflow.
"It's been countless years since I last saw it."
The sun rose on the horizon, casting its warm light down, but the sky above the Demon Realm remained shrouded in black mist.
Although he didn't know why, Lu Xuanzhi, who looked up with Ling Wu, also glanced at the sky.
“Actually, five hundred years ago, the sky in the Demon Realm was normal. It only suddenly became like this after the old Demon Lord died,” he said.
Ling Wu turned her head at the sound and saw Lu Xuanzhi's clear eyes, in which her reflection was mirrored.
"Have you ever considered that perhaps the person you trust is the mastermind behind all of this?"
The woman's voice spoke softly and gently, gradually entering Lu Xuanzhi's heart.
He rarely felt confused, yet he still pondered because of her.
"Let's go. Now that Zhu Yuan is away, the Demon Realm is leaderless, which is the best time." Ling Wu didn't want to say more.
Just as she turned around, a hint of hesitation flashed in Lu Xuanzhi's eyes.
"Xiao Wu, are you referring to... the Heavenly Emperor?"
This time, however, she did not receive a reply from Lingwu, but instead received a light, fleeting glance from the woman.
But the tacit approval in his eyes left Lu Xuanzhi feeling cold all over.
If he truly is the Heavenly Emperor, then the first two times he came to Luo Suyi's side as instructed by the Heavenly Emperor, and then went through various entanglements, was this self-proclaimed salvation truly redemption, or was he the one who pushed Xiao Wu and the world towards destruction?
Inside the Demon Palace.
The man in black robes sitting on the throne had his eyes closed, completely unaware of the two figures that had suddenly appeared.
Ling Wu and Lu Xuanzhi stood aside and walked around him to his back.
At the same time, Zhu Yuan paused in his hand as he was holding the plate.
"Xiao Yuan, after you finish delivering this bowl of noodles and washing the dishes in the kitchen, go home."
The middle-aged man's words finally erased the fleeting darkness in Zhu Yuan's eyes.
Zhu Yuan looked up and saw a look of happiness on the middle-aged man's simple face.
“I’ve been married to that woman for ten years. Today I want to take her out to buy some new clothes. You should go home early too.” After saying that, he handed Zhu Yuan a red envelope.
"Share in the joy. If your sister is unable to arrange your marriage in a few years, you'll still have me and my wife."
Zhu Yuan accepted the red envelope and nodded his thanks.
Uncle Zhang assumed he was just shy and didn't think much of it, so he happily started tidying up the shop.
After they finished cleaning up, they saw the young boy meticulously washing the dishes, and Uncle Zhang also helped him.
“These days, there are often boys your age who get lost in the city. We’re closing early today, so I’ll take you home first.”
Zhu Yuan glanced sideways. "And what about you?"
"Me?" Uncle Zhang laughed, "I'll take you back, then I'll go home and rest for a while, and take that woman out for a bit..."
His murmured words were full of warmth, which puzzled Zhu Yuan. "Is marriage really this good?"
As Zhu Yuan finished speaking, he noticed that the simple-looking man beside him had blushed slightly. "Little brat, you'll understand when you grow up."
After he finished speaking, he began to wrap things up, looking like he wanted to leave quickly.
The city was in a state of panic these days, and at noon there were not many people on the streets.
After returning safely to the courtyard, Zhu Yuan stared at Uncle Zhang's hurried figure and suddenly called out to him.
"Uncle Zhang."
Uncle Zhang kept walking, waving his hand, "Let's go back, it'll be dark by the time we finish delivering all this."
Zhu Yuan didn't speak, but a thin wisp of black mist appeared in his hand, following behind Uncle Zhang at a distance.
Zhu Yuan lowered his head and stared at the red seal.
If nothing happens, all the better; if something does happen, consider it a way of returning the good news.
He just hadn't expected it to happen so quickly.
When he arrived, he found Uncle Zhang lying in his home, and the child he was holding looked dazed.
The black mist receded, and Zhu Yuan frowned deeply.
"Xiao Yuan, run!" he shouted and tried to rush over, but found that his legs were nailed to the spot and he could not move.
Zhu Yuan remained motionless. "Get out here," he said coldly.
But nothing happened after he finished speaking. Zhu Yuan impatiently raised his hand, and black mist condensed in his hand.
The next moment, the woman in the white dress appeared from the center of the room, her beautiful and gentle face making her look like a fairy who saves the world.
She glanced indifferently at everything in the room, ignoring the demonic energy in Zhu Yuan's hand, and spoke calmly:
"I never imagined that the mighty Demon Lord would actually consider himself a mortal?"
Unfortunately, Zhu Yuan had no sense of chivalry, and his demonic energy struck the woman in the white dress without any resistance.
But the moment it touched her, it bounced back and fell back into Zhu Yuan's palm.
Zhu Yuan showed no surprise, only saying calmly:
"Give me your name."
Upon hearing this, the woman chuckled softly, "The Demon Lord may not recognize me, but surely he should recognize it?"
She raised the jade pendant that symbolized her status.
"You and I are from the demon and monster realms, and we're getting married. You don't even recognize your future wife, do you?"
Zhu Yuan glanced at her coldly, "I had no idea that you, the Great Princess of the Demon Realm, would marry a dead old man."
"You!" Luo Suyi was furious, but she quickly calmed down and said calmly, "The old Demon Lord has passed away, so this marriage contract should be fulfilled by the current Demon Lord. Now that the Six Realms are in turmoil, our two realms are joining forces. Why not bring the mortal world under our control? At that time, the Immortal Realm will also become a stepping stone for us."
Zhu Yuan scoffed, "Release her, and I will spare your life."
Luo Suyi frowned, "When did you start caring for and protecting mortals?"
“I am different from Lu Xuanzhi. If you try any more tricks, I will not hesitate to crush your body.”
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