Overnight, the news that the Demon Emperor had killed Taowu spread throughout the Qianyuan Continent. Of course, they claimed that the Demon Emperor was wise and powerful and unscathed, but few people knew how much he was actually injured.

Jiang Mi was wearing a pure white cotton gown, which made his face look handsome and fair. His perfect profile had an aura of indifference like ice and snow, but his lips were slightly blue due to blood loss. I never expected that in less than a month, he would be the one lying on the bed.

Yao Yue was just about to check whether he needed a new bandage on the wound on his chest when she suddenly noticed the young man had opened his eyes.

His blood-red eyes stared at her, and she shuddered with fear, and then she heard him shout—

"Invite the moon."

She was stunned and pointed at herself, "Do you recognize me?"

Jiang Mi was somewhat puzzled: "You are Yao Yue, how could I not recognize you?"

"Your eyes turned red, I thought..."

Hearing the noise in the hall, Ye Lian and a group of medical officers filed in and explained slowly: "Miss Baili, you don't know that if a demon cultivator uses his magic power excessively, his eyes will turn red. But as long as he has faith in his heart, he will not be completely controlled by the demonic energy." As he said that, he ordered the palace maid to bring the medicine that had been prepared long ago.

She had never served anyone before, so she took the initiative to stand up and give her place to the medical officers. After a few rustlings, the wound on Jiang Mi's chest that was torn by Taowu's claws was replaced with medicine, and a cushion was placed behind him to help him sit up. He drank a spoonful of medicine from the medical officer's hand, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and looked up at her:

"Yaoyue, I want you to feed me."

There was an indescribable light floating in those blood-red eyes. This feeling was very subtle, not a deliberately seductive and bewitching look, but it just inadvertently aroused his mind, but he didn't realize it.

She looked away uncomfortably: "Are you ordering me?"

"I'm begging you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the medical officer almost dropped the bowl in his hand: He had lived long enough and had served many Demon Kings, but he had never seen one so humble.

The girl blushed and took the bowl from the medical officer, but she grumbled, "It's not like my hand is injured, why do I need someone to feed me..."

For a moment, he seemed to be fed by the bitter medicine, and his face was full of resentment: "The dog's hand is not broken, why did you feed it?"

...Which dog?

Seeing that she didn't react, he almost gritted his teeth and spat out two words: "Li, Yun!"

Yao Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm a wolf."

"I don't care what he is!" Jiang Mi recalled the scene of that day, his expression not only showed hatred but also contempt, "He licked your hand, and you touched his eyes."

"He, I..." She glanced at the group of people around her who were holding back ambiguous smiles, and her already thin face had turned red. "You guys go down first, I'll feed him."

After everyone else had left, she hesitantly explained, "I saw that he made it to the finals, so I gave him a grape as a reward..."

Jiang Mi's eyes gradually turned red, as if he had suffered a great injustice, and his voice trembled: "Then why did you want to fly the sword with him? Can anyone stand the Fu Shui Sword?!"

——The disciples of Wanjian Mountain attach great importance to swords. No one can touch them except their Taoist companions. Jiang Mi doesn't care about other rules, but he remembers this one clearly.

She was shocked, with a guilty look in her eyes, and a bit embarrassed: "I won't do that again..."

Not sure if it was because of her assurance or the medicine, the wound on his chest gradually eased, and his internal organs felt as if they were being ironed by a warm current, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath. But it didn't seem to satisfy the secret and hidden desire in his heart, so he looked at her with a little tentativeness and expectation:

"Just let me stand?"

The girl's eyes were watery, and there was a barely noticeable redness at the corners of her eyes.

"…Just let you stand."

***

Jiang Mi was injured, so he naturally threw all his affairs to Ye Lian this month, even skipping the court, and sticking to her all day long. The two of them had almost visited the Demon Palace, and her favorite place was still the huge library.

The library contained books that were banned from circulation in Kyushu, including some long-lost martial arts, which completely satisfied her curiosity and thirst for knowledge.

Jiang Mi was originally very happy because Yao Yue had not mentioned leaving recently, but gradually he began to feel unhappy: she read books day and night, not only ignored him during the day, but also stayed in the library at night...

The layout of the Demon Palace Library was leisurely and elegant, with palace lanterns embedded on the four walls. From time to time, a few breezes would blow through and roll up the gauze in the hall. The dense bamboo forest outside the window also made rustling sounds. The night pearls and candlelight complemented each other, illuminating the entire library.

She curled up in the man's arms like a cat, holding a very thick "Nine Provinces Divine Artifact Record" and reading it with great interest. The version of "Nine Provinces Divine Artifact Record" in the Immortal Alliance was too censored, not only deleting the lost magic weapons, but also not recording the magic weapons in the Demon Realm. In comparison, this book not only has a complete record, but even gives tips on how to refine some magic weapons.

"Yaoyue, let's go back and rest..."

He called softly from behind the girl, but she was so engrossed in watching that she seemed not to hear anything.

The young man sighed and pinched the soft flesh on her waist. The girl raised her head and frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Let's go back to the bedroom."

"I'm not sleepy, you go back." Jiang Mi was about to bury himself in the book again. His heart was filled with depression, and the pair of phoenix eyes on his handsome face were as dark as a wolf's.

"… Hug me."

"Aren't you hugging me?" Did his hands ever leave her waist for even a second?

"I'm the one hugging you now, not you hugging me." Jiang Mi rubbed his cheek against her head aggrievedly, "You've only looked at me three times today."

The first look was to ask him to open the library, the second look was to ask him to dismiss the palace servants in the library, and the third look was just now.

She stared at the book and answered absentmindedly, "It's not comfortable to hold you while reading. Please change your request."

Jiang Mi was silent for a moment, and tightened his hands around her waist: "Then kiss me."

The girl was startled, but she turned around and kissed the thin lips gently: "Okay?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her slender waist was held tightly by him, leaving her with almost no room for struggle, and then she was blocked by the man's young and hot lips and tongue.

“Hmm—”

Yao Yue pressed her face against his strong shoulder, her eyelashes wet and her long eyes slightly curved: "You're so hot..."

Both of them were injured on major acupoints. Her magic power was blocked and she felt a chill in her dantian at night, but Jiang Mi just changed a meridian and was fine. It was really unfair!

Thinking of how he was tossing her out of breath, she suddenly became angry and bit his collarbone. The man gasped, and his low and hoarse voice revealed unspeakable joy: "Yaoyue, bite a few more times..."

Was she rewarding him?

The entire library was filled with blushing noises, which turned into hoarse begging for mercy as if they were rubbed on sandpaper in the second half of the night. The sounds of various struggles never stopped, and the girl's voice was soft and delicate, reminiscent of a kitten being toyed with in someone's palm, and people wanted to rub and twist her hard in their arms, and make her belong to them completely.

This night was undoubtedly a difficult one for the patrol team standing guard outside. On one hand, they were amazed at the Demon King's extraordinary talent and how capable he was even after being injured. On the other hand, they were tormented by the gentle voice of the beauty inside. Finally, every demon cultivator couldn't help but recite the Heart Purification Mantra of the Great Freedom Hall.