Chapter 694: Chapter 596: Dream Smoke
Baili An’s arms, which were full of books, dropped them in shock. As he bent down to pick them up, he said, slightly annoyed, “What kind of ss is this? Miss Yin, can’t you be more proper?”
Yin Baishuang replied, “I’ve been here waiting for your good news for a day and a night, and you co back with a face full of rouge, looking like a young maiden. Who exactly is being improper here?”
Baili An carefully arranged the stack of books he had gathered and placed them on the desk, then said helplessly, “We underestimated the Demon Lord’s abilities. When I went to see her, I found her seemingly exhausted, dozing off amidst a mountain of docunts.
Little did I expect that just as I entered the Netherworld Palace, I woke her up. Who knew she was bursting with spirit, actually commanding to play chess with her, catch crickets, play marbles, and grind fragrances.
She was clearly having a good ti, to the point where she neglected the docunts and frolicked like a child for an entire day and night. These marks on are from losing miserably to her in our cricket match, allowing her to gnaw on .”
When the Demon Lord started behaving like a child, Baili An knew he was no match. He had played with her for an entire day, and his bones were almost weary.
Ning Feiyan, who had been lounging on the bed, sohow produced a delicate and slender gold smoking pipe and started puffing out smoke, giggled and said,
“Are you sure she didn’t just intentionally let you win a few more tis to leave her mark on you, so the won sleeping in your palace could see it upon your return?
What’s this about frolicking for a day and a night? Do you really think the Demon Lord is a playful child at heart? She is clearly declaring her sovereignty over us.”
Yin Baishuang inwardly frowned, thinking how petty the ruler of the Demon World could be with such trivial acts.
Do you really think every woman would rush to adore that corpse demon just because of his handso appearance?
Those bold red lipstick marks seed intentional, a petty sche displayed for all to see.
Who was she trying to block in their heart?
The River Lord, that snake-like Ning, wasn’t necessary to ntion; with her brilliantly seductive smile, she was clearly heartless and cold, so why would she care who the corpse demon was flirting with?
And herself, who had already dressed in these bridal clothes for that person, remaining unchanged for two hundred years. Even if the corpse demon’s deanor and habits were extrely similar to his, he was ultimately not him and never could be.
As for Su Jing, Yin Baishuang had contended with her for two hundred years, and it seed that until one of them perished, this grudge would endure.
Although she truly detested Su Jing from the bottom of her heart, she couldn’t deny that this woman’s obsession was no shallower than her own.
Su Jing, furthermore, had no reason to be foolishly jealous over such sses.
Of the three won present, none held any affection for the corpse demon; the Demon Lord’s sches were likely to co to nought.
Yin Baishuang silently sneered, yet before she could finish ridiculing the Demon Lord’s childish behavior…
“It’s removed,” said Su Jing, her voice clear and cold, her expression sober and serious, without a trace of emotion on her face, yet she… extended a handkerchief.
The cold sneer on Yin Baishuang’s face faded away gradually.
She stole a glance at Su Jing, her eyes stirring up a brief tempest of rain and wind, infused with confusion, a chilly scrutiny.
But quickly, these complex emotions dispersed like the breeze and rain as her eyelids closed.
Baili An was startled by Su Jing’s chilly tone. He blankly looked at the handkerchief she offered.
He hesitantly voiced a puzzled “Huh?”
For so reason, although Su Jing was typically aloof and indistinct, today she seed particularly cold toward him.
Baili An saw her profile, shrouded in semi-gloom, her dark eyes cold as water, chilling to the bone. She repeated clearly, “You should know, I dislike red. It hurts my eyes.”
“Don’t wipe it off,” Yin Baishuang laughed coldly, assuming Su Jing was using indirect speech to target her: “You don’t like red? That’s quite a coincidence, as I particularly despise your mourning-like attire, which looks rather inauspicious. Why don’t you wrap up and roll out on your own, so you don’t irritate our eyes!”
Su Jing’s face imdiately turned icy cold.
Watching the two won, who had finally been peacefully in the sa room, about to squabble over such a trifle, Baili An hastily took the handkerchief from Su Jing’s hand and fiercely wiped his face and forehead: “Alright, alright, you two ladies must be tired after waiting a whole day. There’s a side hall here. Why don’t you go first and rest, so we can gather our spirits and co up with a good strategy to leave this place, alright?”
Yin Baishuang harrumphed and, in a bad temper, turned to leave.
Su Jing withdrew her gaze without saying anything further and departed on her own.
The Chao Mu Hall was spacious, with many side halls, and the two won tacitly chose to lodge at the furthest distances from each other.
Baili An wiped away the non-existent sweat from his forehead, finally letting out a breath of relief.
Having rested for a day but still looking pallid, Ning Feiyan slowly exhaled a few rings of smoke, tapping out the white ashes that had ford in her pipe.
She curved her enchanting lips into a beautiful smile, “Didn’t the master say he wished to bathe and change clothes? Shall I prepare hot water for the master and attend to your bath?”
This was the first ti Baili An had observed the item in her hand. Ning Feiyan seed to be in good spirits at the mont, her eyes sparkling.
However, amidst the smoke, her complexion appeared unusually pale, as though the white smoke curling from her lips was the spirit from within her body.
The fragrant smoke she exhaled carried a familiar light scent, a sll Baili An had encountered on the Demon Lord.
He frowned, “What is that in your hand? I’ve never seen you smoke before.”
“Ah, this?” Ning Feiyan lifted the beautifully ornate pipe in her hand, her smile becoming hazy, “This is a treasure called Dream Smoke. It’s made from the Dream Flower that grows beneath the Hell Mirror Platform, producing a seductive scent that causes hallucinations and numbs the spirit.
Having suffered back pain, it’s hard for to sleep well, so so years ago, I got my hands on two tubes of Dream Smoke from the Demon Lord, which is remarkably effective for relieving pain. Just in ti to be of use now.”
Though Ning Feiyan often spoke insincerely, today her words were indeed true.
She had been hurting from an injury inflicted by the demon weapon for days, with severe pain every night, but today was her first ti reaching for this fragrant smoke.
Baili An knew that unless the pain was unbearable, she wouldn’t resort to this.
He saw the despair hidden beneath Ning Feiyan’s bright eyes and guessed that although the substance could alleviate temporary pain, it wasn’t likely to be anything beneficial.
Moreover, corpse demons lacked a sense of sll, so any scent that could be detected by them was likely associated with death.
His brow deepened with worry, “Stop smoking that. If the pain is indeed unbearable, call for your kindred physician to take a look.”
Ning Feiyan raised an eyebrow with a smile, surprisingly standing up and walking barefoot from the couch. Her legs, which had been broken the day before, now seed able to move, suggesting that she was hiding many abilities; it was no wonder that she had endured torture from the demon weapon for so long without succumbing.
Amongst the thin veil of smoke, her figure was graceful, her hair like ink, her skin coldly pale as jade, her ears adorned with a Treasure Bead, her features elegant, her eyes brimming with emotion as she ca to Baili An’s side and casually picked up a book from the case.
Ning Feiyan spoke with a hint of allure, “Hmm? Isn’t this one of those governnt reports from the Demon Lord’s hall? How did you end up bringing it here?”
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