The next second, he realized that his behavior was inappropriate and was about to walk away with a cold face, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of her surprised smile that turned from worry to joy.
Her slightly flushed face was filled with excitement and joy, and her sincere and innocent black eyes sparkled like a child who had finally received encouragement. Her heart was so pure that all her thoughts were reflected on her face, and a little bit of recognition could make the other person excited.
As if possessed by some mysterious force, he slowly raised his hand, and amidst her puzzled expression, he slowly placed it on her head...
Motionless.
“......?”
Shen Wuyu's heart was trembling at this moment and he dared not move, for fear that he would be understood by the expressionless man in front of him in the next moment.
The two of them just stared at each other in a stalemate as if time had stopped.
One has a face like autumn frost and cold eyes;
One keeps smiling, but trembles in his heart.
After this went on for a while, Shen Wuyou's neck became stiff and sore. She had no choice but to muster up the courage to raise her head and push it upwards.
At the same time, Bhagavan felt a slight tingling sensation in his palms. It was caused by her hair, a soft, gentle tingle...
Very...comfortable?!
Realizing his abnormality, the Bhagavan's expression froze for a moment, and then he calmly moved his hand down, letting it fall to his side.
In the wide sleeves, the hand curled up slightly and then slowly loosened. After repeating this many times, he finally moved and strode away from the scene.
Shen Wuyou, who was still standing there, said: "???"
Thinking back to his actions just now, although they were very confusing and a little stiff, but... but... it seemed that he had no intention of killing.
So, could she think that it was a touch on her head?
That is the legendary——
Pat – head – kill?!
Although he seemed to focus on the 'pat on the head', the kind that didn't move.
Is it so different?
But if you think about it carefully, it's better than focusing on 'killing'...
Shen Wuyu sighed with lingering fear. If what she thought was right, that gentleman probably treated her as a pet, the kind that he could pet at will.
Although she wanted to curse in her heart, it was obvious that she had no ability to escape this fact. She even thought sadly that pets were better than food, right?
At least she doesn't have to be cut into pieces, bled, and eaten alive anymore!
Tsk, pets are just pets, they are just temporary.
Shen Wuyu thought angrily that if one day she could surpass this gentleman, she would make him taste the fear of being touched by someone!
snort!
He glanced at the cold chain on his ankle, then looked at the tall figure that was leaving quickly. Shen Wuyou clenched his hands in his sleeves, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.
Then, she hid herself in an innocent smile without leaving any trace, and ran towards the man joyfully, with a clear and pleasant voice.
"Sir, please wait for me."
Bhagavan was startled when he heard this, and his steps became faster, and even a few shadows flashed into the palace.
“…”
Shen Wuyou's pace of chasing him paused, and he was very confused and couldn't figure out what to do. No matter how he looked at it, it should be him who was avoiding him like a monster, right?
What does he mean?
When she walked in, she saw that the hall was empty again. There was only a roast duck wrapped in oil paper on the ground. It was steaming hot and smelled fragrant, making people salivate.
Shen Wuyou walked forward and picked up the roast duck, her eyebrows slightly raised, very surprised.
Is it a coincidence, or...
No, it must have just been a coincidence.
She quickly shook off the ridiculous thoughts in her head and laughed at herself. She looked at the still warm roast duck in her hand and weighed it. It was quite heavy, twice as heavy as an ordinary roast duck.
Could it be a demon duck? One that grew by absorbing demonic energy?
Just when he was about to ask, he found that the demon lord with a strong aura had disappeared.
Shen Wuyou raised her head and looked upward. Although the palace was old and worn, it was also magnificent and solemn. There were many rooms above the ceiling more than ten meters high in the center of the hall. However, each step of the spiral staircase was so high that she had no interest in climbing up.
So he just shouted loudly from underground: "The duck is delicious, sir, don't you want to eat it?"
The clear voice echoed in the hall, but no one answered.
Although Shen Wuyou was puzzled, he didn't have the courage to go up and find out what was going on, so he pouting, took the unexpected delicacy back to his room and started to feast on it.
As for why we have to go back to the bedroom to eat?
Oh...
It’s because this palace is extremely poor and tight on finances. The main hall of the Demon Palace, the most majestic and solemn place, doesn’t even have a low table and chairs!
The only throne was still incomplete, as if it had been looted by someone.
As he thought about this, he shook his head with a smile.
This is the Demon Palace, where the Demon Lord lives and the habitat of the most honorable leader of the demon clan. Who dares to come here and rob him at the risk of his life?
The Demon Palace has nine floors in total, with the highest floors occupied by the most respected.
However, at this time, Bhagavan walked into the eighth floor with a calm expression. Here, the walls were bare everywhere, full of holes and devastation. It was many times more dilapidated than Shen Wuyou's room.
Thick dust had accumulated in the deep grooves on the walls. Even the bed, the only place where one could rest, seemed to have been chopped off in anger, and pieces were scattered on the ground. It had also been covered in dust for a long time, for some unknown reason.
In the empty hall and empty rooms, the lonely figure of Bhagavan looked a little dejected, his messy hair covered his stern face, making him appear to be in a gloomy and dead silence, without any life.
His back remained erect, his gaze indifferent, his aura imposing, the air of a man who looked down upon the world with a majestic air. He sat down calmly as usual, as if oblivious to the desolate and dilapidated scene, his eyes closed, his mind meditating.
The floorboards on that spot, having been sat on for who knows how long, were actually slightly concave. The dust nearby was so thick that even the demonic energy couldn't immediately dispel it, but that spot alone was spotless.
He sat there steadily, his back straight, towering like a mountain, still as a sculpture, with terrifying demonic energy spreading out, which was the only evidence that he was still alive.
But it is not accurate to say that the Demonic Palace is completely desolate and abandoned.
The top floor remained magnificent, mysterious and graceful. Not a single crevices or scratches remained, let alone a ravine.
Pearl foil, silver screens, carved beams and painted buildings, everything is available and sparkling; the ground under your feet is paved with warm jade and filled with agarwood, it is noble, prosperous and luxurious.
The interior of the house is exquisitely crafted, but the exterior is in ruins.
I don’t know who lived there before, but now it is locked, preventing anyone from approaching.
The spiral staircase leading to the ninth floor was also restricted. He was the only one in the world who could remove such a dangerous and overbearing restriction.
That was a taboo for the entire demon clan, a forbidden area he set for himself.
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