She secretly observed the tall figure with his back to her, watching him casually wipe the blood from his claws, and her gaze became fixed on him.
No wonder they say demons are masters of seduction; even just a glimpse of their backs is enough to stir one's heart...
Suddenly, as if sensing her gaze, the demon quickly turned its head to meet her eyes.
Nan Xian was startled and quickly shrank back, carefully covering her chest as if afraid that her heart would jump out.
The footsteps grew closer, and a large, pale hand opened the car door. She was caught off guard and met the devil's face.
Strangely, despite having just killed so many people, he didn't have a trace of blood on him. Instead, he exuded a cool, pine-scented fragrance that was both calming and comforting.
Moreover, if you ignore his conspicuous long horns and seemingly gleaming red eyes, he actually looks like nothing more than an overly handsome young man.
Nan Xian saw no trace of danger in his eyes, and her wildly beating heart gradually calmed down. She quietly stared at him from a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
After a while, just as Nan Xian was beginning to wonder why he kept staring at her, he suddenly spoke.
His voice was deep like a cello, with a touch of sexy huskiness, and surprisingly pleasant to listen to.
"So you're the woman who said she'd rather marry the devil. You do look to my liking, but..." He paused, then turned around, seemingly to leave, "Never mind."
Nan Xian was slightly taken aback, blinked in confusion, then suddenly realized something and quickly said to his retreating figure, "Thank you!"
Seeing that he had stopped, she continued, "Thank you, sir."
The demon slowly turned around, its eyes narrowing, and its claws unconsciously extended. "You... can understand me?"
Nan Xian swallowed hard, lifted her skirt and jumped off the carriage, standing straight and bravely meeting his gaze.
"Yes, sir, I can understand you."
“And not only can I understand what you’re saying, I also know that you will definitely take me back to your home.”
【The Demon King and the Girl】 Part 2
"Why? Aren't you afraid of me?"
He Mingxiao narrowed his eyes, his scarlet pupils like flames burning in thick ink, flashing with a heart-stopping light.
Nan Xian felt a little scared, but she still tried her best to hold onto the hem of her skirt. This was the last skirt her mother had sewn for her, and she couldn't bear to get it dirty.
She cautiously took a step forward, approaching the man by half a step.
He Mingxiao subconsciously stepped back, a barely perceptible look of panic flashing in his eyes.
She smiled gently, "You see, you won't hurt me, so why should I be afraid of you?"
"So what!" He Mingxiao choked, now unable to advance or retreat, so he could only stubbornly say, "I am a demon, and I have killed so many people. If you say you are not afraid now, you must be lying to me."
Nan Xian shook her head and looked at him firmly. "You are indeed a demon, but you killed them because they provoked you for no reason. I am indeed a little afraid of you, but what I am afraid of is that you will not take me with you."
He Mingxiao was slightly taken aback. He slowly withdrew his sharp claws, tightened his lips, and after a long while, he finally spoke: "Give me a reason to take you away."
Nan Xian tilted her head and smiled, "First, you don't dislike me, and my appearance is quite to your liking; second, you must live alone, and perhaps your family is just missing a cook who can cook and clean; third, I am the first human who can understand you, aren't you curious?"
Hearing this, He Mingxiao slightly curled the corners of his lips and looked her up and down with interest. "So what about you? Why do you insist on coming with me?"
Nan Xian pursed her lips and listed them one by one, "First, the army that sent me to the Northern Palace has been wiped out by you, so I can't go back; second, even if I could go home, my family would all be under strict guard by the people sent by the king, so I can't reunite with them; third, you are very powerful, so powerful that you can even contend with the entire human race, so I need you as my support."
"Heh." He Mingxiao raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Your ambitions are quite large, but unfortunately, I'm not interested in any of the conditions you mentioned."
After saying that, he lifted his leg to leave, but his sleeve was tugged by a small, fair hand.
"Wait!" Nan Xian looked up at him, somewhat anxiously, "I have one more condition!"
"I will be your bride!"
*
Millions of years ago, in the beginning of chaos, all things were born.
There are roughly three races in the world: angels who live above the clouds, possessing the kindest faces, the purest hearts, and the most healing powers; humans who run on the land, with varying skin colors and appearances, ordinary yet hardworking; and demons born from purgatory, who are born with the most exquisite and alluring appearances in the world, every inch of their skin filled with seductive power, and they also possess terrifying strength, capable of destroying an entire city with ease.
But fate is always fair. It bestowed beauty and power upon the demon race, but also imposed a constraint—if a demon cannot find true love, they will turn to ashes on their twentieth birthday.
Demons have a short lifespan of only twenty years, so their numbers have always been very small. Most of those who actually survive are people who have disguised themselves and mingled among humans for many years and found their destined true love.
Nan Xian is very smart, or rather, her intuition is always very reliable.
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