Chapter 821: Chapter 649: Fair Lady, Part 2
The idea of Devouring arose, rging with Lin Zheng, not knowing what kind of monster would be animated.
Lin Zheng was unaware of the hidden danger, but Ye Shu was clearly aware.
Baili An rolled the Dragon Ball in his palm and thought about how the Dragon Soul and Dragon Ball of the Netherworld Dragon had fallen into his hands, wondering what kind of fate this was.
He laughed and said, “I suddenly realized, Lin Zheng is doing silly things like picking up sesa seeds and losing waterlons.”
Ye Shu picked up a floating tea leaf from the cup, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.
The bitter fragrance spread from between his lips and teeth, and he smiled confidently, saying, “With here, he will never lose in this life.”
The small kitchen’s pork rib soup was boiling hot, and Lin Zheng slled the delicate fragrance as soon as he stepped into the kitchen.
He wasn’t soone who craved food, but as a Young Marquis from a noble family, he could tell that the pork rib soup was cooked to perfection, which instantly whetted his appetite.
He didn’t expect that Baili An, despite his young age and remarkable skills, also had such excellent culinary skills.
Lin Zheng sighed, thinking that the Female Demon Lord had a good eye and exceptional husband-picking skills, as he eagerly approached the small kitchen to get a small bowl of soup to satisfy his craving.
But unexpectedly, upon entering, he discovered that there was already soone else there, standing by the stove and swiftly drinking bowl after bowl of the pork rib soup.
Good gracious!
Lin Zheng’s little temper flared up instantly.
He thought to himself, how boldly a cat-burglar dared to commit theft in this grand Royal Palace of the Demon World!
The good bowl of soup that was brewed for him hadn’t even been tasted, and yet more than half of it had been drunk by soone.
He slapped his thigh and roared with anger, “You cheeky little thief, you’ve got the audacity to steal from your grandfather! Let see if I don’t tear you a new… ”
The woman standing by the stove turned her head to look at him indifferently, her eyes like black jade, with a delicate red mark on her polished and fair forehead, exuding an alluring yet majestic aura, a stunning beauty with a demonic face.
Lin Zheng’s mouth dropped open and not a harsh word could co out, he stood there looking at the woman, utterly captivated for a while.
He thought, who birthed such a charming demon, and raised her to be so attractive; luckily, the current Demon Lord is fond of good-looking n.
Otherwise, such a trouble-bringing demon creature would likely end up being taken into the King’s bed to be ruined.
Lin Zheng was dumbstruck for a long ti, looking at the nearly empty bowl of pork rib soup, feeling a pang of sympathy.
Noble houses overflowing with rotten at and wine, while bones froze to death by the roadside.
In the most luxurious and affluent Royal Palace of the Demon World, there was still a female demon servant who had to resort to stealing food to fill her belly—how pitiful.
It was understandable when he thought about it, as his palace was rather cold, and talented female demons would never co here to steal food.
Truly pitiful…
Thinking of this, Lin Zheng felt deeply sympathetic and rubbed his hands, slowing his pace, retracting the arrogance and unreasonable fierceness from his deanor.
He pitied the beauty, so he softened his voice to a gentle whisper and smiled, “Miss, are you hungry? The soup hasn’t been taken off the stove yet, it’s still burning hot, drink slowly, no one will fight with you for it.”
The Young Marquis Lin had a handso and charming face that easily attracted the opposite sex; his fierce deanor resembled a wild wolf yet to be dosticated.
Lowering his stance and speaking gently only made people’s hearts flutter even more.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t buying it.
The bewitching woman laughed coldly, saying, “I want to see who in the Royal City of the Ming Continent dares to snatch sothing from the Monarch.”
“Monarch?” Lin Zheng couldn’t quite wrap his head around it at first.
Just then, a Seal Keeper hurried over, anxious and reverent, greeting the woman with a deep bow:
“Demon Lord, why have you co to such a cold place? Lord Zangxin is searching everywhere for you. A report from the dungeon ca in, Young Lord Mi Lu is gravely ill and requests release. We hope Your Majesty can make a decision.”
Demon Lord!
Lin Zheng felt as though he had been struck dumb, his hands rubbing together suddenly trembled violently, almost breaking his fingers.
He stared in shock, watching the demonic energy woman sip the pork rib soup in front of the stove, and blurted out a deadly comnt without thinking:
“You’re the Demon Lord’s wife who’s planning to force herself on my brother, Si Chen!”
The female official, anxious about the Young Lord’s affairs, felt her eyelids twitch violently, almost spitting out her soul in shock!
She couldn’t bear to look at the Demon Lord’s face at this mont.
Wife?!
Who was this brat talking about?
The boiling sound gradually died down, and the pork rib soup in the pot was almost simred dry.
The Female Demon Lord elegantly picked the last two pieces of pork rib at from the pot into her bowl and ate them, showing no trace of anger from being insulted.
She patiently finished the entire pot of soup, then casually tossed the bowl and chopsticks to the female official.
The female official caught them in a fluster, barely daring to breathe.
The Demon Lord’s voice, tinged with a noticeable hint of amusent, echoed softly: “Forcing a bow? It’s not a bad idea.”
Lin Zheng never imagined that he would wake up to this disastrous encounter just by casually wandering into a small kitchen.
At this point, it was too late to regret his actions.
Who would have thought that a Monarch, dignified and noble, would clash over a pot of pork rib soup.
He had just been sighing wistfully, lanting how a beautiful person could turn into a thief.
Lin Zheng mustered a smile uglier than tears: “Can you just treat what I said as a fart.”
The Female Demon Lord’s smile vanished as soon as it appeared, her demonically alluring face as if carved by a cold knife, her voice chilling: “In the Royal Palace, speaking irreverently shows disrespect to the Monarch. With such a heart devoid of reverence, he should be sent to the purification room to calm his spirit.”
Upon hearing the words ‘purification room’, Lin Zheng, who was born in a Marquis Mansion, felt his scalp tingle in dread.
He was about to speak when the Demon Lord uttered coolly: “Take him away, there’s no need for such filth to obstruct the view here.”
The female official took imdiate action, and without a visible move, Lin Zheng felt a numbness at the back of his neck, convulsed like being struck by lightning, and collapsed to the ground.
The Female Demon Lord, perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, stepped on his right hand, which had just been holding a chicken leg, grinding it harshly as Lin Zheng scread in agony:
“Damn it! I’ve figured you out, you narrow-minded hag. Just because your favored gentleman cooked a pot of soup and prepared a al for , must you harbor such jealousy! If you dare to cut off my descendants, I’m not letting you off easy!”
The female official beca increasingly alard.
This reckless human cultivator dared to spew such outrage, she couldn’t afford to keep listening.
Fearing the Demon Lord might silence him, she swiftly grabbed a cloth from the stove, stuffed it into Lin Zheng’s mouth to keep him quiet, hoisted him over her shoulder, and hurriedly carried out the command towards the purification room.
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In the dungeon, Mi Lu self-hard and feigned illness, and with a bit of determination, managed to break free.
At Chasing Moon Platform, under the splendid night, Erhe Zangxin hosted a tea gathering to welco Young Master Mi Lu.
Shu Ci, Ning Feiyan, Peacock King, and all the notable figures from the Demon World each took a seat, sipping tea, sampling fruits, and enjoying the night breeze.
Though everyone understood the true intent behind Zangxin’s tea party, they were baffled by Young Master Mi Lu’s self-destructive behavior.
He was kept well in the dungeon alone, albeit temporarily losing his freedom, but he was, after all, the Demon Lord’s elder brother by blood. Even if he committed a grave mistake, he wouldn’t be tortured.
After a few days in the dungeon, once the Demon Lord’s anger subsided, he would surely be released.
Why then, being safe and sound, resort to such extres, digging into his brain, saring blood on the walls, writing the words “bastard!”
It’s truly unknown who could have provoked Young Master to such an extent of hysterical hatred.
Ning Feiyan leisurely brewed herself a cup of floral tea, appearing to be in quite a good mood: “Lord Zangxin’s tea gathering seems quite fitting.”
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