Chapter 784 The Return of the Gods 68
Within two days, the news that the Demon King would be getting married in seven days spread like wildfire. The Demon Realm Palace, which had been silent for over five hundred years, finally became lively again.
Rows of maids hung red lanterns under the eaves, pasted paper-cuts of the word "囍" on windows and doors, and red candles with dragons and phoenixes, wedding candies, and invitations began to appear all over the demon world.
Every day, a maid would bring Quanjiu to take a flower petal milk bath, and use the hundred-year-old nectar brewed by the queen bee to maintain her hair. Even a fingernail would be trimmed and painted several times a day.
Quan Jiu was lying on the bed, surrounded by a dozen maids with demonic aura, who were chattering and discussing.
"Your Majesty doesn't like the smell of cosmetics, so you need your own body fragrance. Soak in this rose milk bath for another three days, and the scent will take shape."
"Your Majesty's feet are so beautiful that even this servant is envious. If you add a red bell to them, Your Majesty will surely like it."
"Your Majesty will serve His Majesty on your wedding night. Your nails must not be too long. If you injure His Majesty, I'm afraid half the servants in the palace will suffer."
Quan Jiu looked at the maids and saw that they had reached the point of nitpicking, which indirectly highlighted how "deeply rooted in the hearts of the people" the tyranny of the Tang Dynasty law was.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep, allowing a group of maids to dress her. When she woke up, there was finally no one around her.
"Are you ready?"
"Okay, okay."
The maid stared blankly at Quan Jiu, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and suddenly understood why the Demon King, who had always been pure and unselfish, had chosen a queen.
The woman in front of him had skin as white as jade, cheeks slightly rosy like peach blossoms, a pair of narrow black eyes that looked around with brilliance and rippling like water. When she raised her eyes unintentionally, she had a captivating look.
Quan Jiu was too lazy to look in the mirror, so he walked around most of the palace and returned to his bedroom.
Today is the second day, and she wants to take another look at the Styx Mirror.
A drop of blood fell, and the person in the picture changed again.
A thin layer of frost formed on the boy's black hair and eyebrows. Feng Zui sat cross-legged in the cave with his eyes closed, as if he didn't feel the cold.
He Qingsui came to the ice cave and took out a piece of warm jade from his arms.
"Junior Brother Feng, you've only been practicing for a short time. If you stay in the cold for a month, your foundation will most likely be damaged. Keep this warm jade with you to protect your heart meridians."
He didn't understand. When his master clearly cared about protecting Junior Brother Feng, why did he punish him by sending him to the ice cave?
Not to mention that Junior Brother Feng is still in the Qi training stage, even disciples in the Golden Core stage may not be able to withstand the coldness in the cave.
Feng Zui opened his eyes and looked at him coldly without moving.
He Qingsui didn't mind. He put Nuan Yu in his arms and left alone.
A month later, Feng Zui came out of the Ice Cave and his cultivation level increased greatly, from the Qi training stage to the late foundation building stage.
Everyone was congratulating him, but Quan Jiu, as his master, said nothing and instead took him down the mountain.
Many times, the young Fengzui felt that his master hated him. If he had not overheard her conversation with He Qingsui in front of the temple that day, this perception would have continued.
Quan Jiu did not teach him how to catch monsters and eliminate demons. Instead, he took him to rent a yard next to the most prosperous street in the capital, bought a few chickens and ducklings to raise in the yard, and asked Feng Zui to feed them on time every day.
Aunt Sun's chicken next door was stolen, so Quan Jiu asked Feng Zui to send a chick over. Aunt Sun accepted the chick and thanked Feng Zui profusely. She ignored his cold attitude and pulled him into the house for a meal.
Whenever a neighbor gets into trouble, Quan Jiu will ask Feng Zui to go over and help, but Feng Zui cannot empathize with these weak and ordinary mortals.
He couldn't understand why someone would spend an entire afternoon swearing over something so trivial.
How could someone haggle with others until their mouths are dry just for a penny to buy vegetables?
Ultimately, it is because they are too unmotivated and too weak.
Another month passed, and seeing that he had not changed at all, Quan Jiu began to let him possess other people. At first, the objects of possession were ordinary people like neighbors, and later they became powerful kings, princes, and generals.
For hundreds of years, Fengzui worked as an ordinary small trader, getting up early and going to bed late just to earn a few cents.
He had also been a soldier stationed at the desert frontier. His comrade blocked an arrow for him, leaving him the only chance of survival. Before he died, he only asked him to bring a letter home to his wife, children and mother.
He was also a crown prince, with corrupt officials in power in the court. In order to clear the emperor's side, the honest old ministers did not hesitate to write a letter of remonstration and hang themselves in front of the Chang'an city wall, just to ensure that he could ascend the throne and become a wise ruler.
Without the innate evil spirit, Fengzui experienced many kinds of life, some ordinary, some magnificent.
………
When the time came, the scene in the Styx Mirror disappeared again.
Quan Jiu skillfully dripped blood again.
………
This time, Feng Zui was not in the picture, and the Red Lotus God came to the demon world alone to look for medicinal herbs.
As soon as I entered the Demon Realm King City, I saw a group of monsters on the street punching and kicking a young boy on the ground. The little monster had a swollen nose and face, and curled up like a baby, with his hands protecting his head. It was obvious that he was beaten often.
The order in the demon world has always been bad, and bullying the weak is commonplace. The strong survive and the weak are eliminated. Quan Jiu does not intend to rescue people. She can only save him once. If he does not have the ability to protect himself, the little demon will still not survive in this dangerous demon world.
She was dressed in red and wearing a veil as she walked past the little demon.
Suddenly, a blood-stained snake tail timidly hooked her dress and gently pulled it.
The snake's tail was only as thick as her wrist.
It turned out to be a little snake demon.
She lowered her eyes and met the pitiful look of the little snake demon, begging for help.
That's all.
So what if I saved him once?
Quan Jiu rescued the snake demon from a group of monsters, brought it to the wild, set it free, and then turned and left.
When she walked away, a strong white light emanated from the little snake demon's body. For a moment, the demonic energy soared into the sky, almost condensing into substance.
The little snake disappeared, and a tall and slender figure appeared on the ground. The man was wearing a purple robe, and his gray vertical pupils stared at the direction where Quan Jiu disappeared. His thin lips were slightly curled, and there seemed to be some unwillingness in his eyes.
"She would show mercy and take home even those born with evil spirits, but she wouldn't pick up a poor, weak little snake like me."
A figure appeared behind the man.
"Your Majesty, could it be that the Red Lotus Divine Lord recognized your identity?"
In fact, he didn't quite understand His Majesty's pleasure. As the king of the demon world, he wanted to pester the Red Lotus God, who was notoriously unkind in the gods' world.
"Impossible! I used magic weapons to conceal my demonic power. I didn't use any tricks to hide the injuries I suffered today. I was hit really hard."
The purple-robed youth in the picture tilted his head, his grey eyes already showing a hint of paranoia:
"Since she can tolerate someone born with evil spirits, why can't she tolerate me?"
………
Quan Jiu was speechless when he saw this. This "pitiful, weak and helpless" little snake was none other than the demon king Tang Lu, who was feared by everyone in the demon world.
All I can say is that some people are born this way.
Calculating the time, it was almost time to end. Just as she was about to put down the Styx Mirror, she met Tang Lu's smiling gray eyes.
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