Magic fennel gathers yang
Chu Caiwu did escape from the fairyland, but why did Yin Zhuo know that?
Chu Caiwu: "What?"
Yin Zhuo smiled and said, "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously, young lady."
Yin Zhuo picked up the wine glass and toasted Chu Caiwu. Then the servant brought many plates of roast duck and some vegetarian dishes.
The restaurant was unusually quiet. Apart from the waiter serving the dishes, there was no other noisy sound.
Chu Caiwu looked at the roast ducks and thought of the fairy ducks she had eaten in the fairyland. Chu Caiwu asked, "Do you like roast ducks?"
Yin Zhuo replied, "I never eat meat. The girl smells like roast duck, so I thought she would like it, so I served her a few more plates."
Chu Caiwu swallowed her saliva. She really liked eating these crispy ducks, but unfortunately she could never feel full no matter how much she ate.
Suddenly, a burst of clapper music broke the silence of the restaurant. An old man came out from behind the curtain, muttering something, and began to tell a story: "The leader of the immortal world looked down on the demon world and left the immortal and demon banquet!"
When Chu Caiwu heard about the "Feast of Immortals and Demons", he was shocked and wanted to find a place to hide.
The old man continued, "The old man said he was going to clean up the kitchen and catch the fairy duck thief."
Chu Caiwu observed Yin Zhuo's expression. He didn't seem to have any intention of reporting or doubting him, so Chu Caiwu breathed a sigh of relief.
A group of demon cultivators said: "Old man from the Immortal Realm, you are looking down on us."
Chu Caiwu looked at those ferocious demon cultivators, then looked at Yin Zhuo. Chu Caiwu really wanted to confirm again whether Yin Zhuo was a demon cultivator. Demon cultivators love to eat meat, are cruel and aggressive.
Especially since he has immortal power in his blood, he looks really different.
So Chu Caiwu asked again: "Are you really a demon cultivator?"
Yin Zhuo paused while drinking, then slowly put his glass down and said, "The Demon Palace only employs demons, so of course I'm a demon cultivator."
Chu Caiwu nodded when he heard this, lowered his head and ate the roast duck leg in silence.
Chu Caiwu couldn't tell a demon cultivator that she needed Yin Zhuo, the immortal power in the demon cultivator's blood, because it was very strange. There would be no immortal power in the blood of a demon cultivator. These were two completely contradictory things.
After Chu Caiwu confirmed that Yin Zhuo didn't eat meat, he ate up all the roast duck legs. However, he felt embarrassed to leave him so many relatively complete roast ducks, so he silently ate up the remaining five plates of roast duck.
Chu Caiwu will not feel full after eating these things without magical powers, so she can eat another 500 plates. This is her special feature.
Yin Zhuo opened his eyes wide, looked at the empty roast duck plate, and said: "Miss, if it's not enough, we can serve a few more plates."
Chu Caiwu pursed her lips: "Indeed... it's not enough to eat."
Because these things have no magical power, she can't fill her stomach at all.
Yin Zhuo waved to the servant, and the servant was about to come up.
Chu Caiwu immediately stopped him and said, "No, no, I don't want to eat it anymore."
Yin Zhuo: "Miss, are you full?"
The servant cried out and retreated again.
Chu Caiwu whispered, "Master Demon Official, would you mind raising a demon fennel plant?"
Yin Zhuo looked Chu Caiwu up and down.
Chu Caiwu changed his words and said, "No, it's a pot of magic fennel. I want a pot for mine..."
Yin Zhuo was stunned.
Chu Caiwu looked at Yin Zhuo guiltily. Yin Zhuo's expression seemed to say that all his guesses were overturned.
Chu Caiwu also wanted to be the fairy of the Wilderness Temple that he mentioned, and did not want to overturn his various speculations and see him so stunned.
Chu Caiwu fabricated a story: "I am actually a wild demon fennel. A kind demon cultivator once told me that I can only satisfy my hunger by eating demon blood."
Yin Zhuo tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
Chu Caiwu discovered that he seemed to be planning something.
Chu Caiwu said frantically, like a child afraid of being abandoned by his mother: "But, if you plant me in the pot, you only need one drop of blood a day, not a lot! If all else fails, one drop of blood every three days will do...as long as I don't starve to death."
Yin Zhuo listened quietly, and after a while he said, "Young lady, you saved my life, and I should repay you with gratitude."
Chu Caiwu swallowed her saliva and slowly took out from her sleeve the dry food she had secretly stored in the clinic, the blood-stained gauze, and asked in a low voice: "Master Demon Official, do you mind if I eat a bite of the dry food first? I'm really hungry."
A passing servant glanced at the two of them and quickly went downstairs in fear.
Yin Zhuo stared at the bloody gauze, poured the remaining wine from the jar over his hands, and said, "Miss...please do as you please."
Chu Caiwu soaked the bloody gauze in the teapot, stirred it with chopsticks, and stared at the teapot as if he was watching a sumptuous dinner.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a sword being unsheathed. Yin Zhuo cut his pale hand, and blood gushed out like a spring. Yin Zhuo collected the blood in an unused wine glass, which soon filled two medium cups.
Yin Zhuo picked up two cups dripping with blood and handed them to Chu Caiwu. Yin Zhuo said, "Drink this, young lady. Don't eat the blood on the gauze."
Chu Caiwu looked at the two cups of blood filled with immortal power and was almost crying with gratitude. He took the next cup and drank it hurriedly, just like Zhu Bajie swallowing the ginseng fruit.
Chu Caiwu suddenly remembered something very important and said, "Also, if I bleed, Master Demon Official, please do not touch me. My blood is extremely poisonous to demon cultivators. Even a drop of it will kill them."
Yin Zhuo's face remained calm as he nodded and said, "Okay."
Chu Caiwu stared at the remaining cup of blood. She wanted to drink it very much, but she couldn't bear to do so. She always wanted to make it into dry food and gauze to store it. In the past two hundred years, she had never eaten such a full meal, or to be more precise, such a large cup of blood with magical power.
Yin Zhuo said, "I'll have to ask Miss to transform into her true form in a moment, because I need to go and ask my superiors for apology."
Chu Caiwu nodded, and asked, confused, "Master Demon Official has performed his duties very faithfully, why do you still need to apologize?"
Chu Caiwu really felt that Yin Zhuo was very tired. He was beaten while performing his duties and had to go to his superiors to apologize.
Yin Zhuo was her walking source of food. If he was killed by her boss, she would starve to death.
Chu Caiwu repeatedly confirmed: "Boss... won't do anything to you?"
Yin Zhuo held his arm in the air for a moment, then said seriously, "It seems... the demon world doesn't have that kind of habit."
Chu Caiwu agreed and said, "The demon world is indeed full of real men."
Suddenly, Chu Caiwu felt that what she said seemed very ambiguous. After Yin Zhuo misunderstood her, she also went astray.
Chu Caiwu coughed lightly a few times: "Well, actually, I mean, if you go to apologize to your superiors, will it threaten the safety of your demon body?"
Yin Zhuo looked at Chu Caiwu with understanding and said, "Miss Chu, don't worry."
Chu Caiwu picked up the knife Yin Zhuo had placed on the table, cut his finger with it, and dripped the blood into the empty teacup. He said, "This is for you. If he gets angry and wants to kill you, you can poison him to death. I heard that in the demon world, the strong are the kings, and no one will pursue the matter."
Yin Zhuo accepted Chu Caiwu's blood-stained teacup and pawned the magic knife to the servant. Yin Zhuo said, "Don't deduct the money for the teacup from the Demon Palace."
The servant nodded and groveled, staring at the magic sword, and said flatteringly: "Master Demon Official is truly awe-inspiring and generous!"
Chu Caiwu followed behind Yin Zhuo, touching his belly with satisfaction, looking very proud and like a fox borrowing the power of a tiger to bully others.
What made Chu Caiwu even more satisfied was that Yin Zhuo sold all his swords. Chu Caiwu felt that Yin Zhuo trusted him deeply, and his blood was more useful than Yin Zhuo's magic sword.
Yin Zhuo stopped and turned around to ask, "Are all devil fennels highly poisonous?"
Chu Caiwu was stunned. She was not the magic fennel. She was just a small fennel that had become a spirit. How could she know whether the magic fennel was highly poisonous? As for why she was highly poisonous, she didn't know why, but she always guessed that she might be a mutant fennel spirit.
Chu Caiwu lied to Yin Zhuo when she told him that she was the magic fennel. If Chu Caiwu confessed that she was the fennel essence from the fairyland, it would be incredible that she could withstand Yin Zhuo's magic power.
Chu Caiwu wanted to justify her fabricated excuse, so she turned the tables and said, "Right... I'm a wild-growing demon fennel. I have no friends, and no seniors to tell me this. Isn't the Demon Official a demon cultivator? Don't you know that demon fennel is poisonous?"
Yin Zhuo continued to go downstairs and said, "It's poisonous."
Chu Caiwu felt that what she had just said was a bit too much. She absolutely could not force her meal ticket away, so she said: "I just think that the Demon Official is different from those people."
Yin Zhuo's face darkened and he asked, "What's the difference?"
Chu Caiwu: "He's much better looking than those demon cultivators with stubble."
Yin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Different preferences, different preferences."
Chu Caiwu: "Besides! The Demon Official is different from the legendary demons. He won't kill someone just by looking at them."
Yin Zhuo: "Although the laws of the demon clan are just for show, it is still necessary to abide by them."
Chu Caiwu: "Master Demon Official, you are kind and beautiful. I can finally...eat my fill."
Yin Zhuo: "Beautiful?"
Chu Caiwu nodded hopefully: "Handsome?"
Yin Zhuo walked calmly and said, "I am often injured while carrying out my official duties. I have enough blood to nourish you, so there is no need."
Chu Caiwu stopped talking and followed obediently. She was a useless person who was forced to become a lackey just to get a meal. Now she could finally lie down and eat her fill. What else could she ask for in life?
Chu Caiwu was taken to the flower and bird market by Yin Zhuo. Chu Caiwu had never seen so many brightly colored flowers before.
Yin Zhuo pointed at the flower pots and said, "Pick one."
The demon cultivator selling flowers came over upon hearing the noise. "Sir, would you like to buy a flowerpot for this young lady? Is this a demon peony or a demon peony? Each type of flower requires a different flowerpot, and the price range is also different."
Chu Caiwu suddenly didn't want to speak anymore. She couldn't tell Yin Zhuo that she was a fennel spirit, or maybe a magic fennel. Chu Caiwu always felt that it was difficult to say that she was a magic fennel. Those peonies in full bloom were extremely enchanting and gorgeous, and they were different from her.
Chu Caiwu pointed to the blooming peony and said, "How about this pot?"
Yin Zhuo took out the token that symbolized his status as a demon official from his waist and said, "It suits the young lady very well. Let's take it."
Immediately, the demon cultivator selling flowers stopped Yin Zhuo and said sternly, "I need to confirm the girl's true identity. The pot of the demon peony can only be sold to peonies, or some other fragrant flowers."
Seeing Yin Zhuo being stopped by the demon cultivator selling flowers, Chu Caiwu confessed: "Actually, I am Demon Fennel."
The demon cultivator selling flowers changed his expression and said, "Even if fennel becomes a spirit, its cultivation will definitely not be as good as that of peony."
Chu Caiwu had never practiced cultivation before, and felt uncomfortable being stared at like that. She asked in confusion, "Why?"
The flower-selling demon cultivator said: "We flowers and plants all rely on men's yang energy to cultivate. Peonies are beautiful and attract men, which gathers more yang energy. What do you rely on to cultivate, young lady?"
The Flower Seller Demon Cultivator looked at Yin Zhuo again, his tone frivolous, but still not looking directly at the two of them, and said: "The girl can gather yang and transform with just a man, I really admire her."
A very long greeting sounded, and the man shouted as he ran: "Master Yin Zhuo—Master Yin Zhuo!"
The man seemed to teleport, and the flower and bird market suddenly became dusty. He knelt before Yin Zhuo and said, "The Demon Lord wants you to take that pot of poisonous fennel and commit suicide to atone for your sin."
The flowerpot in the flower-selling demon cultivator's hand broke to the ground.
Chu Caiwu coughed because of the sand.
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