Chapter 717: Chapter 608: Traveling by Night
Baili An’s face suddenly burned with embarrassnt, swiftly snatching the small raft from her hands, crumpling it into a ball, and hiding it behind his back, he stuttered, “There are so secrets on this that I… I have yet to comprehend, please give a few more days to examine it.”
He cursed Ning Feiyan, that troublemaker, countless tis in his heart.
The Female Demon Lord laughed until her stomach hurt, rolling around ungracefully on the beauty couch and gesturing with her hand, “Alright, alright, if you like it, then this small raft is yours to keep, no need to return it.”
Baili An’s face was a mix of green and red, and finding himself at a loss with her, he pulled a face and turned to leave.
Not long after, he returned, “Could you allow a look at the ancient secrets of the Beiyuan Demon Emperor?”
By the rules, Yihe had the right to manage the ancient secrets of the Beiyuan Demon Emperor, and Baili An couldn’t overtly ask for the Gate’s ancient secrets.
But requesting the ancient scrolls of the Beiyuan Demon Emperor was not excessive.
The Female Demon Lord’s face fell imdiately, displeasure evident in her voice, “You’re asking this for Ning Feiyan’s sake.”
Baili An was about to say yes, but catching the dagger-like gaze of the Female Demon Lord, he thought that if he agreed, Ning Feiyan would likely face undesirable consequences.
He had no choice but to change his tune, “I’ve noticed you’ve been harried and frazzled by the affairs of the four Demon Emperors these past few days, looking quite worn out. I thought, since the Beiyuan Demon Emperor falls within my realm of rightful knowledge, maybe I could alleviate so of your stress.”
Such a clumsy excuse, he didn’t expect to fool the Female Demon Lord, shrewd as a devil, but it was just to save face for the both of them.
The Demon Lord was intelligent; she surely wouldn’t trouble him too much over such a trivial matter.
Yet, unexpectedly, he had overestimated the Female Demon Lord’s intellect today.
The Demon Lord, lounging on the beauty couch, stared at him blankly, her eyes brimming with endless surprise and an unusually tender gaze that seed to hold a touch of humility and secret joy.
Her small hand slowly reached out, grabbing the corner of his sleeve, dark eyes brimming with an insecurity as if fearful it was all a dream, “Are… are you actually concerned about ?”
This…
Baili An was montarily unable to discern whether the Demon Lord was being coy or acting, and dared not to fully commit to his words, so he diplomatically replied, “I am concerned that Your Majesty might not be able to withstand the pressure from those four Demon Clan emperors.”
The Female Demon Lord laughed, a soft and gentle smile unlike her usual flamboyant and enchanting deanor, like a little cat that had just been stroked smooth, finding a sense of ho.
Hearing him personally express his concern for her, she finally released his sleeve and slowly leaned over, hugging his arm, whispering, “Your concern for makes very happy.”
After the Female Demon Lord whittled away his ti for the better part of the day, by the ti Baili An returned to Chao Mu Hall, it was already dark.
Ning Feiyan had returned quite early, and on the hall’s dining table, a small red-clay stove bubbled with spicy soup, floating with tender slices of at and fish as well as pork brain.
She had actually prepared a massive table of Bashu hot pot.
Presumably following the aroma, Su Jing and Yin Baishuang had also arrived, sitting at a distance, making the single table feel as if it had been divided into two separate worlds of fire and ice.
“Back quite early today, has Her Majesty grown so feeble that she let you go after just half a day?” Ning Feiyan, that disaster in human form, smiled at Baili An with her chopsticks in her mouth.
Baili An glanced at the feast on the table with a sinking feeling; he couldn’t eat it and could only watch.
The hot pot from Bashu was his favorite.
However, he found the sight of Su Jing and Yin Baishuang, two who were like fire and water on regular days, sitting together at the sa table for a al of hot pot to be exceptionally astonishing.
“Given the present troubles caused by the four Demon Emperors, the Demon Lord has been having a tough ti lately. Tonight, she’s going with Zangxin to the South to observe the disaster, thus she won’t be in Mo City tonight.”
Baili An set down the stack of ancient secret books in his hands, found an empty seat, and sat down, “I’ve got the ancient secrets of the Beiyuan Demon Emperor, do you want to take a look?”
The three people at the dining table looked at him in unison, Ning Feiyan glanced at him with surprise but didn’t refuse, “Show .”
Baili An tidied up the table a bit, arranging the scrolls neatly, and handed her the records concerning the Beiyuan Demon Emperor.
In the process of quickly searching for the location of the Gate, Yin Baishuang and Su Jing also casually flipped through a couple of books, only to discover that the pages their eyes landed on were blank sheets of paper with no visible characters.
Ning Feiyan chuckled, “The two ladies might as well save their efforts, these are secret scrolls of the Demon Clan, indecipherable to anyone who doesn’t possess the power of Mohe River.”
Su Jing looked at the few obscure and arcane strokes of ink on the snow-white pages as they etched into her heart, causing an almost painful sensation in her spirit platform, as if a black seed had buried itself into the Divine Mansion, an unshakeable presence.
Her gaze turned cold, and she put down the scroll in her hand without making a sound, looking at Baili An with implied warning in her words, “Once one transforms into a being of the Mohe River, from the day you return to the Mortal World, there’ll be no peace for you.”
Baili An was about to speak, but Yin Baishuang interrupted him with relentless sarcasm, “Even if it’s not the Mohe, he is still a corpse demon rejected by the world, and without that Mohe power, given the current state of the Righteous Immortal Sect, where even the smallest demon and spirit must be exterminated, Su Jing, the Young Sect Master, tell , how could he live in peace?”
Su Jing’s gaze turned frosty as she calmly said, “What are you trying to say?”
Yin Baishuang propped her cheeks with her hands, her icy gaze scrutinizing Su Jing’s facial expressions intently, and she sneered, “What I’m trying to say is, for a re corpse demon, when has he ever been worthy of such concern by the Young Sect Master?”
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