What?
In the original story, Shang Yanting was dragged a long way without understanding why. He looked at his hand, which was being held tightly by Jia Xitong, and tried to break free, but was instead held even tighter.
This is a side room in the Demon Palace.
Although Shang Yanting cleaned up the place, he did not inspect it carefully. Even after living there for so long, he still did not know how many rooms and side rooms the palace had.
He stood to one side, watching Jia Xitong move a ceramic bottle and a landscape painting among a row of ornaments.
The movements were very practiced, not like it was the first time.
Shang Yanting frowned; he had no idea there was such a hidden world inside.
The large door behind the landscape painting opened, revealing a long, dark corridor.
In the realm of death, everything was dead except for Jia Xitong, who was alive. He wasn't afraid of any tricks Jia Xitong might have up her sleeve; after all, crushing her was easier than crushing an ant. After the door opened, the original author, Shang Yanting, went straight inside.
Click—
He heard the sound of a switch being turned on behind him and turned around abruptly.
It was Jia Xitong who closed the exit.
"Don't be afraid, this mechanism can be opened."
Jia Xitong pointed to an overly rounded stone by the door and explained, even demonstrating it for him. "Got it?"
In the original story, Shang Yanting didn't answer. He just looked at her as if she were a fool and asked, "What's inside?"
Ritual implements?
Rare and precious materials?
Or perhaps it's a spirit stone demon?
The original Shang Yanting coldly looked ahead. He had seen far too many of these things; in fact, he had once possessed all the wealth of the entire Aotian Continent. Although he had already guessed what was inside, the original Shang Yanting's heart still stirred when he actually saw it.
It was a bed made of gold, silver and jewels.
It should be called a bed.
It has a base of silver and a bottom of gold. It is covered with pearls, gemstones and spirit stones.
These were all ordinary, mundane things, yet they suddenly struck a chord with Shang Yanting, the author of the original work.
No.
How could an adult dragon like this kind of thing?
Moreover, he is not just a dragon; he is the most unique demon god in history!
Shang Yanting shifted his gaze and looked at Jia Xitong beside him, "What are you doing?"
"Of course, I'll prepare a comfortable bed for you."
Jia Xitong looked at the original author Shang Yanting with a look of excitement and a hint of accomplishment, "You haven't been sleeping very well lately. Every time I force you to sleep, you can't fall asleep. I suspect it's because our conditions are just too harsh right now."
Actually, I've wanted to get you a bed for a long time, but there are so few good ones around.
Luckily, this secret stash was discovered; the contents were enough to make a bed.
She sat down on the cold, hard gold and patted the jewels on it. "These things may look hard, but they're just the right size for your dragon form. They can even tickle you. Come here if you have trouble sleeping tonight. Of course, I'd rather you get a good night's sleep than have you by my side."
Shang Yanting, the author of the original novel, was stunned. She was clearly so stupid...
"What childish nonsense! How could a dragon lie on such an extravagant bed?"
In the original story, Shang Yanting flicked his sleeve and snorted coldly, then walked outside with a sullen face.
His dragon bloodline and status as a demon god destined him to be elegant and noble, and he would never do anything vulgar or foolish!
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