infatuated with love
Demon Realm.
Staggering out of the spatial rift, Mo Yiheng's surging demonic energy had not yet completely subsided. Even though the other person had returned, his heart remained in that yellow sand thousands of miles away, in the arms of his master who had held him and in the cool fingertips.
“…Master.”
His fingers inadvertently brushed against the space between Yun Shu's eyebrows, and he felt as if he had been branded with a hot iron, burning himself to the core. The scorching sandstorm of the desert had not yet dissipated, but in his daze he could smell the scent of grass and trees on Yun Shu's body, as if he were still in Yun Shu's warm embrace, closely pressed against the other's strong, beating heart.
Unfortunately, the wind in the Demon Realm was cold and damp, and no one could find that piece of warm and soft fox fur from before.
Ah, there is no master in the Demon Realm.
He closed his eyes in frustration, trying to circulate his demonic energy to suppress his restless mind, but his brain defied his will, repeatedly replaying that brief moment—the tickling sensation of Yun Shu's silver hair brushing against his cheek, the sense of security enveloped by the fragrance of grass and trees, the fair and delicate neck not completely covered by clothing, the shimmering pool water reflected in those glassy eyes, and... his own stunned and disheveled appearance in his eyes.
"Good boy." He murmured those words.
Why did those ordinary compliments, when recalled now, make his heart burn and ache with every word? He clearly wanted to protect... no, he wasn't worthy. He should have wanted to help, but in the end, he only caused trouble for his master.
This realization left him somewhat frustrated, yet he also felt a secret joy for everything that followed, because of that unique intimacy.
Why can't a demon stay in the Master's embrace forever?
Complex emotions nearly consumed him, and just as the pure demonic flames were about to overflow with each heartbeat, his subordinates finally appeared in time, giving the demon lord quite a fright.
"Your Excellency." Night Asura calmly stepped out of the shadows, pointing to his master's flushed face, "Be careful."
The head on Night Asura's head was much more straightforward. Jade Guanyin chuckled and teased, "Your Majesty, did you perhaps apply rouge to your face today? You are so radiant that even I am ashamed of my own beauty."
Reflexively rubbing his skin, Mo Yiheng suddenly snapped back to reality. He forcefully suppressed the surging demonic energy within him, and the throbbing and infatuation in his eyes quickly vanished, returning to the dark abyss of darkness. Only the lingering blush at the corners of his eyes and ears disobeyed him, revealing a few secrets.
"It's alright." He turned away, feigning seriousness, and changed the subject. "During the days I was away, were there any unusual phenomena in the Demon Realm? And what about the Human Emperor?"
"Your Majesty, all is well in the Demon Realm. The water sources previously polluted by the Corrosive Spirit Grass have been cleaned by the people of Yunhua Mountain." Jade Guanyin's head jumped to the ground, and her entire body quickly grew back, still clad in white gauze. "As for the Human Emperor... although I don't have much affection for him, he is indeed extremely efficient in handling state affairs. In the past two days, he has not only reviewed 70% of the backlog of documents, but also personally adjusted the defenses of three border areas and compiled important matters into a book, which has been placed in the Demon Palace. Um, also... the Human Emperor asked me to tell Your Majesty: 'Before the three-day deadline has arrived, the Demon Lord has returned very early.'"
Mo Yiheng: "...Heh. Go tell the Emperor that he's being too secretive."
He knew that old fox Murong Jin would never let go of this opportunity to make sarcastic remarks!
So what if he was sent back by his master? At least he can see his master openly and can visit his senior uncle and grandmaster at any time. Unlike Murong Jin, who has to sneak around even to see his master.
With this thought in mind, Mo Yiheng felt much better. He summoned someone to bring the minutes and reviewed them personally.
A moment later, he let out a long breath.
The reason was simple: the minutes were indeed well-organized, decisive, and aligned with the current state of the Demon Realm. They were even more sophisticated and skillful than what he had handled personally, leaving no room for criticism. He admitted that he still needed to learn from Murong Jin about the art of rulership.
Although he was unhappy when he saw the Emperor's face.
"Alright. Jade Guanyin, now that you have fully recovered from Night Asura's body, you can continue your duties as the Inspector," Mo Yiheng said slowly. "And... Night Asura."
"Your subordinate is here."
"What do you have to report?"
"Yes." Ye Xiuluo took out a water system map and presented it. "Today, several dried-up water sources have resumed flowing. In addition, while I was filling in, I discovered a new anomaly with the human Ling Zhao at the confluence of these three rivers."
As he spoke, he took out a glass jar, unscrewed the cap, and poured it out. The silt inside was pitch black, and upon closer inspection, one could see several small, transparent snakes swimming inside, which would die upon exposure to light.
“This creature is almost identical to the poisonous insects that Liu Qing used to control, but its eyes cannot see the world, nor can it exist under the light.” Ye Xiuluo’s expression was solemn. “What’s even stranger is that when it was first discovered, it was facing the Human Emperor, as if it was extremely thirsty for dragon energy. In order to prevent the Human Emperor from being harmed, I have taken the liberty of placing it under Yunhua Immortal Mountain, guarded by the energy of the Healing Immortal and Demon God.”
Facing Murong Jin… If that cult has already expanded its target to the Human Emperor, then the Demon Realm might also have been invaded by this thing. And this thing is so inconspicuous… Mo Yiheng's brow twitched, and the demonic flames instantly burned away the poisonous insects.
He waved his sleeve and shouted, "Pass down the order: from this day forward, all demon soldiers shall strengthen their defenses, and realgar shall be scattered throughout the Demon Realm to prevent villains and poisonous insects from taking advantage of the situation! In addition, pay close attention to the condition of the Human Emperor. If Murong Jin shows any signs of discomfort, report back immediately!"
"yes!"
Night Demon Lord accepted the order and left, while the Demon Lord returned to his throne. He forced himself to calm his mind and concentrate on writing down the truth he had learned in the temple. He then hurriedly ordered someone to deliver it to the Human Emperor—Murong Jin cannot die, at least not now.
He then tried to focus his attention on the endless affairs of state, but the handwriting on those documents would occasionally blur into a pristine white shadow.
The Western Regions remain a vast desert.
Once you leave the underground temple, the scorching heat and sandstorms once again take over.
Canglang was indeed extremely familiar with this sea of sand. Sometimes he would walk around the leeward side of the dunes, and sometimes he would step onto the edge of the quicksand, and he actually led the two of them to find a relatively stable path that could avoid most of the sandstorms and quicksand pits.
"Traveling to the Western Regions is not easy, but trade between the two sides is constant and the profits are enormous, so merchants often risk traveling west." He wiped the sand off his face and explained, "To reduce the risks, interested merchants often bring gifts to visit the Red Lotus Sect in hopes of being escorted and guided by members of the Red Lotus Sect. These hidden paths were created by us and the merchants together. Some places have even been set up as inns for patrolling disciples and westward-bound merchants to rest. The nearest one is less than ten miles from here, where the Immortal Master and the young lady can take a break."
Yun Shu, holding Jin Zhu's hand, followed calmly behind. The scorching heat and sandstorm were kept out by the clear moonlight, and the three of them remained cool and refreshed. Leaving the oppressive temple, Jin Zhu's curiosity resurfaced. She would occasionally squat down to touch the sand blown by the wind, and sometimes look up to glance at Yun Shu's profile.
“Fox Spirit,” she shook their clasped hands, looking at the black creature huddled in the other’s clothes, and asked softly, “Is that fluffy ball asleep? It wouldn’t…”
"No...it's biting my hair."
Before Mo Yiheng fled, the little black lump he had stuffed in was quite well-behaved. Following the folds of Yun Shu's clothes, it found the collar, tucked itself inside, and chewed on the fallen silver hair without moving. From Jin Zhu's perspective, it really looked no different from being dead.
Upon hearing this, Yun Shu tried to pull the little thing out—even with demonic power protecting her, a ball of fur nestled on her chest was indeed very itchy. However, the little furball misunderstood. Seeing Yun Shu trying to catch it, it thought that its master had abandoned it, so it bit down hard with its big mouth and refused to let go no matter what, pitifully "woofing" and "woofing," and no one could tell what species it was.
She felt a strong resemblance to Heng'er. Yun Shu thought to herself, and suddenly felt even more affection for the little one.
"Alright, alright, I won't grab you anymore... but could you please let go of my hair?"
The fluffy ball finally calmed down, spat out the silver hair from its mouth, and obediently rubbed against Yun Shu's chest, whimpering like it was being affectionate.
Even her way of acting cute is just like Heng'er's? They both like to stick close to each other and rub against each other...
Clearly, Yun Shu wasn't the only one who thought the two were similar.
"It's so cute, just like my Martial Uncle Demon Lord..." Jinzhu stood on tiptoe to look, and suddenly exclaimed, "Just like my Martial Uncle, it really likes the Fox Fairy..."
Is that so... But that child is indeed quite lovable when he acts cute.
Thinking of this, Yun Shu couldn't help but feel a pang of maternal affection. She lowered her eyes to gently touch the little ball of fur and then gave it a squeeze.
This action clearly exceeded the fur ball's expectations. The black ball, which had been lively and playfully nibbling, suddenly stopped, and after a while, it inexplicably became hot. Yun Shu suspected that it was hot and was about to stick it to her again when she saw the fur ball start to tremble excitedly, pulling out several strands of silver hair and rolling them into a simple little nest, then disappearing into the distance.
After a long while, the little dumpling finally stammered, "Master... I'm fine, I didn't have heatstroke... really... please don't... don't... put on any more..."
It was Mo Yiheng's voice.
But this content puzzled Yun Shu: "Why?"
What's wrong with a close relationship between a master and his student?
The fluffy ball fell silent again, but its body grew increasingly hot, almost setting Yun Shu's hair on fire.
"...Very well." Yun Shu sighed softly, "Perhaps Heng'er has grown up, and Shizun's actions have made you uncomfortable? Then from now on..."
The fluffy ball bristled: "No, no! Heng'er didn't mean that! It's just... it's just..."
But what? He couldn't say it in the end. Instead, Canglang, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped, his karmic fire reignited, and his long sword was drawn.
"What's wrong?" Realizing something was amiss, Yun Shu casually stuffed the ball of fur back in and took a few steps forward to ask.
Before Canglang could speak, his fox ears detected something amiss more than ten miles away.
Canglang took out a red lotus from his bosom, and half of its dozens of petals had turned gray and fallen off.
Twin blossoms – a technique used by fire patrolmen to confirm the life or death of the other.
The post station has changed.
Yun Shu narrowed her eyes slightly, disregarding everything else. She grabbed one Golden Pearl Canglang in each hand, ignored the restrictions of the sand sea barrier, and used her demonic power to ride the wind, rushing forward at top speed.
Even if it only saves one more person, it's worth it.
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