It was just disappointing that the other party just looked at her silently for a while, then waved his sleeves and left without saying a word, disappearing into a black mist...
Shen Wuyou stood there, staring blankly in the direction where he disappeared. He lowered his eyes and hesitated for a long time, then moved back to the room step by step with a dim look in his eyes.
The moment she closed the door, her drooping and disappointed face suddenly changed. Her eyes became sharp and shrewd, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. Her half-smile made people tremble.
Luobutou originally wanted to come out to comfort her, but when he suddenly saw the scary face with a dagger hidden in its smile, he trembled and slowly retreated. Only the mentally ill Huahua came out foolishly and nestled in her arms, trying to make her laugh.
"Mommy, it's okay...be good..."
Her smile softened, and as she toyed with the cat-like Huahua, her eyes were dim and thoughtful...
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the next day,
As usual, she was locked up in the palace and couldn't even step out of the palace, but she also enjoyed herself by taking out many tools for survival in the wild from the storage room and setting up a barbecue grill.
There wasn't much food stored in the storage ring, so she took out only some that tasted better, put them on the rack, and ate while roasting them. The aroma filled the entire hall, making her mouth water.
"Boom..." The door was opened again.
The dark figure walked in, and when he saw Shen Wuyou suddenly appear in front of him with a smile on his face, he suddenly stopped.
The aroma of food gradually drifted into his nose. He was about to see what was going on, but when he turned his eyes, he saw the woman in front of him boldly holding up a skewer and handing it to him.
Bhagavan looked at her calmly and indifferently, but she seemed oblivious to his indifference. She smiled charmingly and said in a clear and pleasant voice:
"Master Demon, these skewers are freshly grilled. They are delicious. Would you like to try some?"
Bhagavan pursed his lips, his eyes were cold, his face was as frosty as ice, but there was no coldness emanating from his body.
Shen Wuyou guessed that he was probably not angry, but his attitude towards people had always been so indifferent and cold, so he had been alone in this empty palace for three hundred years.
With his level of cultivation, he could already go without food, so his voice was dry and hoarse, as if he had not drunk any water. It goes without saying that he must not have eaten any food in the past three hundred years.
That's why Shen Wuyou was so bold as to set up a barbecue grill directly, and specially picked some ingredients with good taste to cook simply, and paired them with clear and sweet spring water. I don't believe he wouldn't like it.
Seeing that the other party did not respond, Shen Wuyou was not discouraged. With a look of sudden enlightenment, he quickly turned around and took out a bamboo tube filled with spring water and handed it to him:
"You should drink some water first so your throat doesn't get dry~"
Bhagavan’s eyes followed her charming steps, and seeing her carefree and joyful look, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
He couldn't understand how the person who was so scared and trembling all over when they met on the first day could change so quickly and dare to light a fire and cook in the hall without any fear?
After thinking for a long time, he suddenly asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
The voice was still a little hoarse and low, but compared to the dryness of yesterday, it was much brighter and more pleasant to the ear.
Shen Wuyou smiled upon hearing this and replied as a matter of course:
"Scared, how could I not be afraid?"
Suddenly noticing the other person's aura gradually cooling down, she continued naturally:
"But I'm afraid I can't beat you, and I can't leave, so I'll just do as the Romans do~"
A hint of surprise flashed across Bhagavan's cold eyes, and he asked again, "Not afraid of killing you?"
"If you wanted to kill me, you should have done it long ago. Why did you save me?" She smiled, and with gratitude towards her benefactor, she said with a smile:
"So, Lord Demon is a good man, a thousand times and ten thousand times better than that evil Ghost King. Lord Demon will definitely not kill me, right?"
Not killing now does not mean that they will not kill in the future. Perhaps they are waiting for evidence to verify the authenticity of the legend, or perhaps they are waiting for an opportunity when the time, place and people are right. Who knows?
Shen Wuyou knew it in her heart, but she wouldn't be so stupid as to say it out loud.
People are like this. The more you say they have evil intentions, the more likely they are to do evil to show you because they are unwilling to do so.
And if you praise others for their kindness every day, even if they want to do evil one day, this sentence will always remind them to be a good person.
So, be kind in your words and be good to others and yourself.
Sure enough, under her sincere gaze, the man's body stiffened slightly, and then he looked away. Although he didn't say anything, he didn't refute it either, right?
She planted the seeds of hope, and gradually watered them with blessings and rain, and they will eventually produce surprising fruits.
Bhagavan's stern expression remained unchanged, but his breathing had noticeably calmed down. He took the bamboo tube she handed him and drank it in one gulp.
As for the skewers placed in front of him... his eyes remained unchanged. He looked at them quietly for a few seconds before reaching out to take them. After hesitating for a few more seconds, he took a tentative bite.
"How does it taste? Is it delicious?" She opened her big black eyes and looked at him expectantly.
Bhagavan was startled when he heard this. To be honest, he hadn't eaten in a long time. The taste buds in his mouth seemed to be stimulated, but it inevitably made him feel a little unfamiliar...
What does it taste like... salty? spicy? sweet?
He forgot.
He just felt that the chewing taste was still good, so under her hopeful gaze, he slowly nodded and uttered a nasal sound:
"Um."
"Huh? That's great!" Shen Wuyou smiled in surprise. He boldly reached out and tugged at his wide sleeves, pointing to the campfire nearby. He said excitedly, "Let's eat together. The adults' portions have already been prepared!"
Upon hearing this, Bhagavan looked over and saw that there were indeed a lot of food placed on the barbecue grill. He glanced at the corner of his clothes that was being pulled. The little hand was slender, white, and soft as a catkin, gently pulling at the edge of his sleeve, which could be shaken off with a little force.
But he didn't. Even when he was still thinking, his body was involuntarily pulled forward.
When he came to his senses, he found to his annoyance that he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his back straight, serious and solemn.
The woman next to him was excitedly adding more food and setting up the plate for him. There was also a bamboo tube next to her, which was placed in the right place and looked very comfortable. The spring water inside was as clear as a mirror, with ripples on it.
The moon is bright and gentle, the stars are shining, and the breeze is blowing...
Outside the hall, it was desolate and eerie, but inside, there was a soft and warm light that melted the cold.
Bhagavan moved slowly, as if he was still adjusting to the taste of the food. Although he did not have the elegance and dignity of an aristocrat, he had the solemnity and dignity of sitting upright and looking as majestic as a mountain.
Shen Wuyou smiled as she ate and introduced the food, while secretly observing his movements...
He holds a high position but does not respect hierarchy. He must not be a member of the royal family.
Rumor has it that he gained the 100,000 years of cultivation by killing the previous old Demon Lord, which should be true; he was not born into a powerful family, but he was capable of fighting against the Demon Lord. He was a talented, well-educated person with good roots and opportunities.
There are not many young people like this, and they can be counted on one hand. Could it be that no one had discovered them three hundred years ago?
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