For some unknown reason, he nodded.
Shen Wuyou grinned after getting permission, jumped behind him with light steps, rubbed the pair of white, tender and soft delicate hands, and prepared to start.
Suddenly he reacted and was shocked by his own abnormality. His face darkened. When he was about to get up, he suddenly felt his hair move slightly.
That reckless hand actually touched his black hair directly!
The hair and temples should not be touched except by close relatives.
Now, he suddenly felt something strange on his head. He felt uncomfortable and slightly angry. Just when he was about to shake off her troublesome hand, he suddenly heard a heartfelt murmur:
"Your hair is so good..."
It has not been combed or washed for hundreds of years, but it is still so smooth and flexible. I wonder how much Rejoice it has consumed.
She felt a sense of emotion in her heart. It turned out that people who practice cultivation are different. It's so mysterious!
Her technique was gentle and quick, and she smoothed the Demon Lord's messy hair in just a few strokes, muttering to herself:
"Your hair is so beautiful, it will look handsome if you tie it up with a hairpin!"
It's just this hairstyle...
Shen Wuyou pursed his lips. In the past, when watching handsome men in ancient costumes in TV dramas, people only looked at their faces and didn’t really pay attention to their hairstyles.
As I tried to recall, I unconsciously lifted a strand of hair and gently twisted it in my hand...
The soft and unfamiliar touch coming from his scalp suddenly made his body stiffen.
He was over two meters tall and was sitting on a majestic carved chair, just able to feel the gentle breathing of the person behind him.
The warm air was light, very faint, penetrating every strand of his black hair and gently spraying onto the skin of his neck, causing a warm, itchy, and tingling sensation that made him feel uncomfortable and irritated...
But the strange thing is that he didn't want to get up.
His stiff body remained unchanged, his hands helplessly draped over his knees, his cold face tense and serious, looking as imposing as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
A resolute face, a towering figure, clenched hands...
He is majestic and has a powerful spirit that no one can match.
But who knew that at this moment he was already in a state of confusion, not knowing why...
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The scorching sun slowly rose with warmth, and the white belly of a fish on the horizon finally turned into a clear blue sky.
Beneath the sunlight and white clouds, the towering Demon Lord, with a solemn expression and upright posture, sat upon a majestic and honorable throne. Behind him, a graceful figure in red, with a gleaming gaze, carefully and gently braided his hair, tying it...
The deep black and the fiery red, in such a quiet and peaceful picture, snuggle together, harmonious and beautiful.
At this moment, Shen Wuyou was concentrating on the hairstyle of his subordinate. There was no extra emotion in his eyes except seriousness. He was so focused, as if nothing else mattered.
She has always been like this.
When doing something, either don't do it, or do it to the best of your ability.
At this moment, she put all her energy into this, without caring about anything else. But the Bhagavan in front of her was not so lucky.
The hot and solemn gaze behind him kept staring at him, making him feel a little at a loss.
For the first time in over three hundred years, someone was so close to him, so close that he could clearly hear her regular and even breathing. The warm and gentle breath seemed to be spraying into his heart.
Itchy, crisp, numb...
He was not used to this strange feeling and wanted to stop and turn away many times.
But when the words came to my lips, I swallowed them back...
Shen Wuyou was completely immersed in his own world, and only he was disturbed and uneasy, but he still enjoyed it.
He wondered if he was sick.
Or did this little flower demon intentionally cast some magic, and he fell into the trap unintentionally?
But the serious and solemn gaze behind him didn't seem fake at all. Even with the flattering smile, the sincerity in his eyes was undeniable.
He was a little confused...
Fortunately, this wonderful feeling did not last long.
Suddenly, an exclamation of appreciation was heard, announcing the end of the hair-tying process.
Behind him, Shen Wuyou admired his own work with pride and admiration, exclaiming in praise from time to time:
“Awesome, awesome…”
"Wow...oh my god~ What genius could create such a smooth and beautiful hairstyle based on just vague memories?"
She couldn't help but cover her mouth, smiled narcissistically, and asked and answered herself shamelessly:
"Oh~ So it's me, the little genius!"
Seeing that the man in front of her was unmoved and still sitting upright with a serious look, Shen Wu humorously curled the corners of her mouth.
Her eyes flickered slightly, and she quietly hid the two strands of hair in her hand into the storage ring. She immediately took out a mirror and placed it in front of the Demon Lord, her eyes curved with a smile, and starlight overflowed:
"Sir, how about we take a look?"
It has to be said that Shen Wuyou is proud and he does have the capital to be proud.
She is indeed quite skilled. Even for someone as powerful as the Demon Lord, with a lonely and gloomy personality, she can find a suitable hairstyle, and the effect is amazing.
The black hair crown stands high, highlighting the sharp and cold imposing aura, while the intricate patterns carved on the rosewood are noble and elegant, which well demonstrates the aristocratic style of the Supreme Demon Lord.
The two angular braids on the top of the head and the flowing hair hanging down the neck show his heroic, dashing and strong appearance.
It just so happened that he had a resolute face and a stern expression, which perfectly displayed this feeling.
He has sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, is strong and domineering, has a reserved look and never smiles.
Beneath those deep, indifferent eyes, there seemed to be an inextricable silence and loneliness. Previously, they were completely obscured by the messy hair, making it difficult to see through them; now that his face was clean, he could see them more clearly.
Melancholic, lonely, resolute and cold ascetic uncle wow...
Shen Wuyou couldn't help swallowing and wanted to slap himself to wake himself up.
Bah! Shen Wuyou, you fickle bastard! Ling Wangqing is still waiting for you in the distance. How can you be so heartless and easily dislike the old and love the new?
Ugh!
I despise myself!
While Shen Wuyou was constantly complaining about herself, Bhagavan had already stood up, pursed his lips slightly, and looked at her silently with a deep gaze.
It is undeniable that I am much more pleasing to the eye now that I am neat and clean. The blue stubble is enough to show that I have matured and grown up.
Before we knew it, more than three hundred years had passed.
How long can he protect the demon clan?
He looked melancholy and unhappy, which frightened Shen Wuyou quite a bit. The latter leaned forward with his little face tilted up, looking left and right, up and down... uh, couldn't get down.
There's nothing wrong with it anyway!
This is so refreshing, so graceful, and so domineering! What is the Demon Lord so melancholy about?
Adhering to the principle of asking if you don't understand, Shen Wuyou spoke cautiously:
"My Lord... don't you like it?"
Her voice was pitifully weak, and her eyes trembled with cautious exploration.
The moment Bhagavan saw the emotion in her eyes, his deep eyes quickly and imperceptibly changed to his usual indifference. His lips moved slightly, as if with a hint of comfort:
"happiness."
Did he scare her again?
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