Chapter 72 Willing to Share the Princess's Worries
Make him kneel down.
It’s exactly the same as what’s written in the storybook.
Xue Chen knelt down, his eyes flickering with anticipation. What would happen next? What would he be asked to do?
Ning Shengsheng, who was sitting on it, was a little confused.
Just... kneel down?
The system was also confused. When the headquarters issued the task, Xue Chen was not this kind of person.
I had doubts in my mind and urged them with a professional spirit.
【Host, you can whip me now.】
Okay, got it.
She returned to the system in her sea of consciousness.
He walked down from his seat with an icicle whip in his hand, the whip hanging loosely in his palm.
"This princess is in a bad mood today."
She lifted Xue Chen's chin.
His facial expression appeared calm, but his hand holding the whip was actually shaking slightly.
"I asked you to come here and help me..."
"Please give me the whip, Princess."
She was interrupted before she could finish her words.
The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes and eyebrows looked pitiful.
Ning Shengsheng: “?”
No, what's going on?
“Dang—”
Her hand shook and the icicle whip fell to the ground.
"Your Highness?" Xue Chen pursed his lips tightly, "I am willing to share your worries."
"Ah?" Ning Shengsheng's voice went blank. "I've always been domineering and spoiled. If you want to share my worries, you'll inevitably be..."
"I am willing!"
The boy's tone was more anxious.
Instead, Ning Shengsheng was frightened and she frantically called the system in her heart.
[System, system, is this normal? Is this reasonable?]
The system is not much better than her.
I can't wait to run back to the headquarters to check Xue Chen's information.
[Uh, host, this is indeed not very reasonable.]
[Never mind, let’s finish the mission first.]
Ning Shengsheng raised the icicle whip and whipped it a few times.
The force couldn't be any lighter.
It's no different from tickling.
Xue Chen didn't feel any pain at all, and thought to himself: She doesn't want to use any force, it's obvious that she can't bear to do it.
Princess, it is just as described in the storybook.
I have a special hobby, that's why I feel so sorry for you!
[Host, you are too perfunctory, but congratulations on completing the mission.]
【The lucky draw section has been developed.】
There was an extra turntable in her sea of consciousness.
A total of five rewards were written.
They are natural treasures, elixirs, magic weapons, soul skills secrets, and spiritual power secrets.
Her spiritual awareness had just been opened, and she was in need of a method of cultivation. She silently prayed that she would draw the spiritual power secret book.
The spiritual consciousness floated over and clicked to start.
The pointer spun wildly and then slowly stopped.
She stared at the turntable until the pointer finally landed on the spiritual power secret book and exclaimed happily:
“As expected of me!”
Seeing how happy she was, Xue Chen became even more certain that the princess had a very special and secret hobby.
He asked softly, "Your Highness, are you alright?"
She came back to her senses from her experience as the European Emperor, "Okay, okay..."
"Xue Chen, I'm really sorry for using the whip just now. I couldn't control myself."
Ning Shengsheng couldn't expose the system, and she didn't know how to explain why she treated him like that.
"Nothing." The young man stood up and turned his wrist lazily, his eyes falling on the light red scar.
Before leaving, he gave Ning Shengsheng a meaningful look.
"Your Highness, I understand."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Leaving behind a rather happy back.
"ha?"
"System, what does he understand?"
[I, I don’t know either!]
"Is he happy? Why is he happy?"
【I, I really don’t know! 】
The system was even more puzzled than Ning Shengsheng. If it hadn't been disconnected from the headquarters, it would have kept a low-key copy of Xue Chen's information.
Fortunately, Ning Shengsheng is broad-minded and does not waste time on internal affairs.
Everyone is fine now, so she didn't think too much about it. Maybe Xue Chen just thought she was crazy.
Ning Shengsheng, who got the spiritual practice method, spread out the secret book and looked at it with interest.
Quickly enter the state of cultivation.
If you want freedom, you must become strong!
…
Xue Chen walked out of the Chaoxia Palace and went along the corridor towards the Pear Courtyard.
The joy in his eyes had not faded, and his mind couldn't help but recall the novel experience he had just had.
Arrived at the Pear Courtyard and opened the door.
Surprisingly, there was an unexpected guest.
"Xue Chen, the fifth prince of the Tianfeng Kingdom, was born to a very rare and rare member of the Charming Demon Clan."
"He has half-demon blood in his body, and the red mole between his eyebrows seals the demon race's magic power, which has been developed to less than 30%."
The man was dressed in black and had a black hood.
Know his cards well.
Xing Wuzhuo talked for a long time, but the boy standing opposite him said nothing, "Why don't you ask me?"
Xue Chen walked to the stone table in the yard with a normal expression.
He poured a cup of tea, tilted his head back and took a sip, not bothering to even look at Xing Wuzhu.
Xing Wu Zhou: “…”
Drink tea to moisten your lips.
He walked to a cool place, sat cross-legged and began to practice.
Xing Wuzhu's face under his hood was furious, and he asked in a low voice: "Do you believe that I will kill you?"
The boy didn't speak.
This person who looks like a weak scholar actually dared to ignore him.
The robe rustled in the wind without any wind.
Black smoke poured out from under his cuffs.
Xue Chenyou was disturbed and reluctantly opened his eyes to explain for him, "You are the Lord of the Demon Realm."
"You said you didn't kill me for so long, so you must have something to do with me."
"I've been waiting for you to tell me what you want from me. I didn't expect the dignified Demon Lord to be so indecisive."
"?"
Xing Wuzhu took a deep breath and told himself not to start a massacre. "Boy, how about coming to my Demon Realm?"
Xue Chen: "Okay."
"Just agreed to it?" The Demon Lord in black robe took two steps at a time and walked to the opposite side of Xue Chen.
"You are from an immortal family, and you just agreed to it?"
"Yeah." Xue Chen nodded, frowned slightly and looked at Xing Wuzhi, thinking that it was no wonder that the Demon Realm was in such a state of decline.
Why does it seem like this Demon Lord has a low IQ?
"Why did you agree? I understand. You admire my style." Xing Wuzhuo made a domineering gesture.
"You'll kill me if I don't agree."
Xue Chen glanced disdainfully at Xing Wuzhuo, who was leaning against a tree trunk trying to look cool, and asked, "Aren't you hot with a hood on?"
"Of course not."
Being a demon cultivator requires creating a dark atmosphere, regardless of spring, summer, autumn or winter, or whether it is extremely cold or extremely hot.
Xing Wuzhuo didn't expect that recruiting subordinates would be so easy.
"Congratulations on becoming a member of the Demon Realm!"
Xue Chen had an inexplicable smile on his face. "So, what are the benefits?"
The Demon Lord in front of him was speechless.
He said in disgust, "Tsk, all the immortal families will provide benefits to their disciples, don't you in the Demon Realm have any?"
The Demon Realm always goes out to grab what it wants.
Self-sufficient.
The young man had a mocking expression on his face. "No wonder the Demon Realm has fallen so badly. It turns out the system is imperfect."
"Well, what do you say we should do?"
A hundred years ago, Xing Wuzhuo went astray in his cultivation and thus embarked on the path of demonic cultivation.
Before he became a demon cultivator, he was a powerless and independent cultivator.
He doesn't understand anything about systems or management.
He only knows that whoever has the stronger fist will be followed by everyone.
"Let me be the elder of the Demon Realm, and I will help you."
The young man spoke in a firm tone, with his eyebrows drooping. He lowered his head to play with the teacup in his hand, with a cold and malicious look in the corners of his eyes.
"I will appoint you as the elder of the Demon Realm."
Xing Wuzhu agreed without hesitation and threw his storage ring to Xue Chen before leaving.
Take it as a benefit as he said.
"If you don't bring benefits to the Demon Realm, it won't just be death."
Xing Wuzhi's words echoed in my ears.
Xue Chen shrugged indifferently. As long as he was given enough time, it would be unknown who would become the Demon Lord.
A small laugh escaped the lips of the young man under the tree.
The conspiracy hidden in the heart is about to come out.
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