Bhagavan came seven days ago, alone, and went straight into the Demon King’s palace without disturbing anyone.
When Bai Wei discovered him, he appeared and walked in front of her.
She was nearly terrified at the time. After all, the demon clan's reputation was not good, and this renowned demon supreme was someone whose mere stomp of his foot could shake the six realms. Unaware of his purpose in coming, she pondered a great deal before calmly and respectfully receiving him according to the highest standards for a distinguished guest.
They were afraid that he would get angry and destroy the demon clan.
Her original intention was to try to calm him down first, then seek out Shen Wuyou for a decision. Unexpectedly, the king fainted from exhaustion and is still recuperating in the blood pool created by Doctor Radish (which Radish Head had given him).
Doctor Radish said that the Demon Lord had no ill intentions and was a close friend of the King, and had even saved the King.
So, she had already made up her mind. Not only would she place the Demon Lord in the most luxurious and noble room at the highest point of the palace, but she would also provide him with the best food, drinks, decorations and furnishings.
Although the environment is not as lively and interesting as that of the inn, it seems that this serious demon supreme does not like noise.
Shen Wuyou was very satisfied with this, and he personally brought a plate of exquisite pastries to comfort this taciturn man who even hid his good deeds for fear that others would find out.
"Sir~"
She pushed open the luxurious golden door, poked her head out, and looked inside with a smile.
This room exudes the smell of money everywhere. It is magnificent and golden. The dome and door are inlaid with sparkling gems. It is luxurious and magnificent.
At this moment, Bhagavan was lying on the soft couch by the window, reading an ancient book in one hand and taking a sip of tea from time to time with the other hand.
Bai Wei was also very meticulous. Because of the demons' tall stature, she specially ordered people to expedite the production of these extra-large tables, chairs, and teacups. Her service was extremely thoughtful.
It’s a pity that the ancient book cannot be customized. When he holds the normal size in his hands, it suddenly feels a few sizes smaller and doesn’t fit him well.
Bhagavan heard her voice and looked up, and saw the rosy figure walking towards him with a plate of cakes and a smile on her face.
He unconsciously curled the corners of his lips, then gently put down the book in his hand, closed it, and placed it on a corner of the table.
Then he patted his thigh and called out, "Come here."
Shen Wuyou had no objection, of course. She had come here to cultivate a relationship with him, so she sat on his lap neatly, placed the cake in her hand on the table, and then gently picked up a piece and brought it to his mouth:
"Try it?"
Bhagavan looked at the cherry-pink pastry at the corner of his mouth and wanted to refuse it for a moment, but when he saw Shen Wuyou's bright and expectant expression, he pursed his lips and opened his mouth to take a bite.
"Not bad." He commented reluctantly.
This delicate cherry-pink pastry must have been specially served to noble ladies, so it has a soft, sweet texture. When you hold it in your mouth, the sweet aroma of cherry blossoms emanates between your lips and teeth.
It was beautiful and sweet, but not to his taste.
So when Shen Wuyou was about to reach out for another piece, he quickly grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest. Then, in the stunned look in her eyes, he quickly changed the subject and said,
"The marks of the heavenly punishment will heal in late autumn. That's when the red spider lilies bloom, like dead trees returning to life in spring, bones and flesh growing back together, leaving no scars."
"Master, do you know?" Shen Wuyou blinked, suddenly feeling as if he had been deceived by the God of Creation...
But when she mentioned this, she suddenly turned around, took off half of her clothes, revealing the blood-red mark on her back, and asked:
"My Lord, you haven't finished talking about this last time. What are the marks you left on your body?"
"Brand the divine seal." He said without hesitation.
Seeing him so confident, she couldn't help but want to tease him, so she pretended to be angry and said, "My Lord, do you know that what I hate most in my life is being watched and restrained?"
Hearing this, Bhagavan's eyes moved, and his eyes deepened slightly: "I know..."
"Then why—Sir! It's a little tight, be gentle..."
Before she could finish her words, the other person's arms wrapped around her tightly, squeezing her tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid that she would leave.
"Feel sorry..."
He rested his chin on her head, closed his eyes lightly, and sighed softly like a prisoner awaiting trial:
"...because you're always getting hurt and I'm worried."
Worry?
If that was the reason, she felt she could accept it.
only...
"When is it, sir?"
"A few months ago, in Changqing City." He said truthfully.
But Shen Wuyou looked bewildered and said, "Sir, when will you go... Oh, yes, you were Ling Wangqing at that time..."
She recalled what happened then. It was as if she had escaped from the Demon Palace and reunited with the protagonists in Changqing City. She had seen Ling Wangqing, but his face was dark, stinky, and cold, as if someone owed him a million or eight hundred thousand...
hiss~
So the Demon Lord caught her lying to him at that time?!
He actually managed to hold back and not kill her to vent his anger?!
His demeanor is truly divine!
"But I didn't feel anything unusual at the time. How did this Divine Mark..."
She was wondering when she heard a helpless voice coming from above her head.
"That night, you were drunk..."
Shen Wuyou: WTF?!
No, what kind of vicious words are these?
Generally speaking, the results of using this sentence are...
"Sir!" She raised her head suddenly, turned around and knelt on the soft couch, right between his legs and fingers, but even with her waist straightened like this, her head was still at the same height as him.
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