"Don't cry..."
Looking at the woman nestled in his arms with her nose red from crying, how could Bhagavan still have any resentment in his heart at this moment?
He slowly tried to slow down his voice, trying not to scare her. His tone was stiff and gentle, like a serious elder awkwardly coaxing a crying child.
"I never meant to hurt you."
"Why does the adult always look like he wants to eat me?" She lowered her head, raised both hands and kept wiping the tears from her face, while muttering in a low voice.
When Bhagavan heard this, he immediately frowned, and this made his already serious and majestic face look even more unfriendly and intimidating.
His tone unconsciously became heavier:
"How could I have that?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Wuyou quietly took her hands away and looked up. Her eyes, which had originally stopped crying, were suddenly filled with mist again, and she said with tears in her eyes:
"Look, look, now it's like it's going to eat me alive, so scary..."
She said this timidly, but she had already pounced on him, slamming her furry head hard on his hard chest, then buried her face in his arms and sobbed softly.
"Actually, I had hoped so, but the adults were always so silent, even their expressions were so serious, I couldn't guess, and since the adults didn't say anything, the misunderstanding only got deeper and deeper..."
Bhagavan looked in surprise at the little fellow who had suddenly bumped into his arms. The furry little head with water droplets hanging on it was twitching in his arms, just like a young child who had been wronged and went home to seek justice from an adult.
"Well, it's my fault."
He couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly upwards.
He unconsciously reached out his hand and stroked her little head slowly and gently.
It was strange. She had wronged me so much, so I should be angry. But why did I feel so happy now?
His slightly amused, magnetic voice slowly descended from above her head. Shen Wuyou listened, her body still twitching with grievance, but a hint of triumph appeared on her face, buried in his chest...
The moment she looked up, her triumph instantly turned into a cautious test, her tear-red eyes like a soft and pitiful little rabbit, with tiny drops of glistening tears hanging on her thick eyelashes.
She raised her eyes and looked at him timidly, her red lips opening and closing slightly, and the sound she made was as soft as a cat's:
"Then, sir, could you please stop treating me so coldly?"
"I haven't... that's all. What should I do?"
Looking at Shen Wuyou's cautious eyes, he immediately changed his tone and rubbed her little head helplessly.
Seeing his attitude, Shen Wuyou immediately became more aggressive and answered one sentence at a time while counting on his fingers:
"Then...Master, you can no longer be mean to me, you can no longer hurt me, you can no longer glare at me with cold eyes, and you can no longer chain me up."
"Um..."
He responded in a low voice, but the voice coming from his chest was extremely low and hoarse. Shen Wuyou felt that something was not right when he heard it.
"Grown-ups should speak up if they have something to say. Don't keep it to yourself and make people guess..."
She couldn't help but look up inquiringly, watching him leaning against the stone bank, head tilted back, eyes closed, his breath gradually becoming heavier...
"Sir, you...ah!"
She suddenly let out a low cry, and finally felt the burning heat beneath her body, and hurried to get up.
The medicine pool is concave, and the closer it is to the stone shore, the shallower the depth.
So Bhagavan had been sitting in the medicine pool, with the water level reaching his chest. And now, Shen Wuyou was being held by his waist and pressed into the water, her entire body essentially sitting directly on his thighs.
At first she didn't feel anything. She was thinking about something and didn't pay much attention to anything else.
But now...
Feeling the burning heat between his legs, Shen Wuyou blushed immediately and struggled to leave.
Having received a satisfactory answer, Bhagavan did not stop her. He could not help but smile as he saw her splashing in the water and climbing the mountain bank in a hurry.
“Clatter, clatter…”
Shen Wuyou had just finished drying her clothes when she heard the sound of water. Before she could turn around, she suddenly felt a weight on her body. When she looked back, she saw that it was the fully dressed Demon Lord who was carefully putting a rabbit fur cloak on her.
He was enormous, his fingers thick and powerful. Shen Wuyou stared blankly at the two pale hands reaching out from behind her, clumsily tying the red silk of her cloak.
"The weather in the north is cold, don't get cold."
A warm breath slowly floated down from above his head, and Shen Wuyou was suddenly startled and nodded repeatedly.
At the same time, Guduo was holding a chain that was emitting demonic energy in one hand, and he was pulling two teams of monsters into the medicine pool.
Shen Wuyou suddenly felt something was wrong and was about to rush over to stop him, but he didn't expect that the other party had heard his voice before seeing him -
"Madam, there are two ghosts lurking outside the palace with ill intentions!"
Shen Wuyou's heart skipped a beat, and his steps that were about to rush forward suddenly froze. He stopped resignedly, lowered his head, and did not dare to look at the Bhagavan.
The latter didn't react much. Seeing Guduo striding towards him in a hurry, he seemed particularly calm, as if he hadn't heard anything. With a wave of his sleeve, he completely enveloped Shen Wuyou in his arms.
Guduo had thought the Demon Lord wouldn't wake up so soon, so he anxiously tied up a group of demon beasts and rushed back. But when he looked up, his eyes met with Bhagavan's unexpectedly.
“…Your Majesty!”
Bhagavan said “hmm” and then asked, “How is Lingyou?”
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