Shen Wuyou looked at them deeply, then slowly walked out of the magic plant forest.
The ghost general and ghost master who were still digesting the death energy had obviously learned the wonderful benefits of stagnant energy. His face, which was shrouded in black mist, seemed to be trembling with excitement.
The weather was still good and the breeze was not dry. The Demon Palace was surrounded by lush green plants. Although it was full of vitality, it was strangely quiet, adding a touch of creepy silence.
Shen Wuyou leaped up and sat on the edge of the second-floor attic of the Demon Palace, looking down into the distance and shaking his head with regret.
Although the scenery is beautiful, it is really too boring.
The wall she touched was hard and cold, just like the expressionless and dead face of the Demon Lord, which made her shiver for no reason...
"Demon Lord... Do you like the hustle and bustle?"
She sat leisurely on the city wall, muttering to herself.
The bright red skirt fluttered in the wind, as hot as the sun and as quiet as the sunset, seductive and charming, peaceful and beautiful.
Her bright red skirt was reflected in her clear eyes, which was unrestrained and passionate, completely different from the dull and silent Demon Lord.
She thought, maybe the Demon Lord liked it.
Otherwise, why would we keep her and allow her to do whatever she wants?
If you need her flesh and blood as medicine, why not just grab someone and give it a taste?
If someone coveted her physique as a furnace, they could just tie her up and do whatever they wanted to her, and she wouldn't be able to resist.
But he didn't, instead he gave her freedom to move.
Is it because of the brightness and liveliness she displays?
As dull as he is, he also has his own yearning, which is why he is interested in her and tolerates her time and time again...
He is happy and lively.
Shen Wuyou rubbed the storage ring on his joints while falling into deep thought...
If this bet is successful, her favorability will soar;
But if I'm wrong...
She paused her movements, her face darkened slightly, undercurrents surged in her eyes as she pondered the feasibility of this matter.
After a moment, her eyes fixed, and the storage ring slowly emitted a dazzling light. The rays of light scattered like meteors and landed steadily in front of the magic plant forest.
Then, from each point of light came the joyful and high-pitched calls of deer, birds, and other sounds that could not be identified as those of animals. The sounds were either crisp and pleasant, or melodious and long, like a forest tune, full of the leisure and comfort of nature.
The light faded, revealing vibrant spirit beasts: blue elk, snow-white rabbits, colorful birds, orange monkeys...
They all looked up vigilantly, sniffing slowly with their bearded noses. After confirming that there was no danger, they ran happily into the woods and continued their lives.
These are animals from the Forest of Death. They have experienced the destruction of their home once and now cherish their new home very much. They will never leave rashly unless their lives are threatened.
I think the Demon Lord would not be so cruel as to expel these small creatures that regard the feared Demon Palace as their eternal home.
While I was thinking, a familiar evil aura suddenly hit me.
The Demon Lord is back early!
Shen Wuyou was startled, and quickly took the two ghosts who were still meditating and absorbing energy back to the storage ring. He then swung his feet leisurely, with a comfortable smile on the corner of his mouth, looking into the distance as if he was enjoying the leisure and comfort.
Dark shadows appeared downstairs, and the tall figure of Bhagavan slowly walked out of the black fog. The sound of birds singing in his ears made him a little dazed, and he couldn't help but look up.
In the vast jungle, the spiritual beasts that came from nowhere were playing and fighting in the woods, looking very happy.
However, when they suddenly sensed an immense and terrifying pressure, the spirit beasts were startled and immediately scattered in panic, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
“…”
Bhagavan's expression remained unchanged. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure flying towards him.
Shen Wuyou leaped down from the palace wall and landed lightly and steadily beside him. She raised her beautiful face, as bright and charming as a peach or plum, and smiled charmingly:
"My Lord! Do you like this gift?"
The indifferent eyes of Bhagavan softened a little the moment he saw her, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.
Shen Wuyou laughed sweetly:
"My Lord, I always feel that my home lacks some fresh vitality, so I found these spirit beasts to please you. What do you think?"
At home...
Bhagavan's expression shifted slightly, a faint light flashed across his deep eyes, and he lowered his eyes and looked at her deeply, remaining silent.
When Shen Wuyou saw his reaction, his smile immediately became even bigger. He raised his hand and called over the escaped spirit beasts, formally showing their faces to them so that they could get acquainted with each other.
The spirit beast had lived with Shen Wuyou in the Forest of Death for three years and had long established a good relationship with her. Now that the forest was burned, she had hidden it in a storage ring and raised it for a long time, so it naturally trusted her.
Hearing her call, he hesitated for a long time before finally sticking his head out, hesitantly leaning forward, and walking out...
The blue antelope elk was quite courageous. Following Shen Wuyou, he was used to big scenes. After walking a few steps with his head held high and his group of spirit beasts, he suddenly sensed a terrifying and terrifying demonic energy sweeping over him.
The fear that penetrated their bones made them unconsciously prostrate themselves on the ground, their hearts filled with submission, even their bodies were shaking and trembling violently.
Seeing them like this, Shen Wuyou knew he had to start with the Demon Lord, so he boldly pulled up his sleeve and led the Demon Lord forward a few steps. Standing in front of the trembling spirit beasts, he suggested:
"Would you like to touch it and try it? It feels really good!"
Bhagavan glanced at her expressionlessly and was about to leave, but when he saw her sparkling eyes, he paused.
He looked at Shen Wuyou, whose eyes were full of stars, and then glanced at the spirit beast that buried its head in the ground in an attitude of absolute submission. Its trembling body was very similar to the timid trembling she showed when he first met her.
As if possessed by a ghost, he stretched out his hand.
Under her eyes full of encouragement and hope, her heavy palm slowly fell on the spirit beast's head. The tremendous majesty instantly came over, and the poor lucky guy's body suddenly stiffened, and his face buried deep in the ground was almost scared to death.
Seeing this, Bhagavan became interested.
The warm and broad palm gently stroked the furry little head, feeling the trembling and softness in the palm, and this feeling cleverly overlapped with Shen Wuyou.
However, the one below him seemed to be more afraid of him, unlike the one next to him who was so bold as to touch his hair and tie it up for him...
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt happy, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, showing his good mood at the moment.
"Sir~"
Shen Wuyou also squatted down, gently leaning on his arm, her eyes bright and kind, slightly curved, her smile bright and a bit coquettish, making people feel pity:
"Sir, could you please take in these poor homeless spirit beasts? A lively home is always better than a deserted one, what do you think?"
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