At first, the little squirrel was a bit scared, not knowing what was happening.
Until the crunchy sweet fruit kept appearing in front of it.
Only then did the little squirrel summon the courage to pick one and take a bite, crispy and delicious.
It was extrely delighted.
Couldn’t even finish eating, it stuffed one in its mouth and reached out to grab another.
Then it happily ran forward along the tree trunk.
Zhi’er guessed it might be going to share with its family.
"If the little squirrel likes these fruits, they must be very sweet." Zhi’er licked her lips, looking at those red fruits.
Feng Fuce saw her like this and couldn’t help but chuckle, "Do you want to eat?"
Zhi’er obediently nodded.
Feng Fuce suddenly bent down, and before Zhi’er could react, he had already lifted her onto his shoulders.
"Ah!" Zhi’er exclaid softly and hurriedly hugged Feng Fuce’s head tightly.
"Go ahead and pick so yourself, just like that little squirrel, take as many as you want." His voice, full of laughter, ca through.
Zhi’er sat on his shoulder, looking around at the beautiful scenery everywhere.
She reached out her hand and picked a red fruit.
Wiping it on her clothes, she couldn’t help but take a bite.
"Wow, so sweet!" She happily squinted her eyes.
The fruit nourished by mana truly tasted special.
Zhi’er didn’t forget to share with Feng Fuce.
"Brother Ce, try it too!" She joyfully turned the part she had bitten to a different side and offered the red fruit to Feng Fuce’s lips.
He leaned in and took a bite.
Sweet, as if it reached his heart.
Zhi’er lowered her eyes, smiling as she looked at him.
From her angle, she could see Feng Fuce’s cold and aloof brows, and even in his usually deep eyes, there was a touch of contentnt.
"Is it tasty?" Zhi’er’s voice cheerfully asked.
Feng Fuce earnestly nodded.
Zhi’er humd a tune and didn’t mind the side he bit, directly biting into it.
Then she stretched out her hands to pick more fruit from the tree.
Sunshine shone down, making the girl’s eyebrows delicate, purely clear and bright.
Feng Fuce even felt an instant of daze.
If they could always be like this, living life with Zhi’er, it would be quite nice.
Even if it’s in a place where no one knows them.
Even if he didn’t beco the Demon Lord, being with her seed to make life interesting.
Feng Fuce himself didn’t realize, his eyes gradually softened.
As if ten thousand miles of ice lted, while fantasizing about their future life, a touch of anticipation and joy ford.
"Brother Ce? Brother Ce!" Zhi’er’s calling pulled his mind back.
Feng Fuce ca back to his senses, "What’s wrong?"
Zhi’er pouted, "What are you daydreaming about? Put down, I’m done picking!"
Feng Fuce responded lightly and quickly put her down.
If Zhi’er hadn’t interrupted him, he would have been thinking about what kind of ceremony he was planning for Zhi’er to let the Four Seas and Eight Deserts know that the next Heavenly Dao Bai Zhi’er is the Demon Clan’s supre and only one.
Zhi’er carried a bunch of red fruits back to Mo Yanchi’s side.
"Everyone try so; we just picked them from the mountain, sweet and crisp!"
She handed them out one by one, receiving grateful thank-yous from everyone.
Zhi’er took two to give to the Princely Heir.
Unable to squeeze through, the girl said, "Third Brother, you and Sixth Brother each have one."
However, the Sixth Prince refused to receive it.
The Princely Heir frowned, "Sixth Brother, you don’t want any? Then I will eat them all."
The Sixth Prince blinked his indifferent eyes and expressed his own desire.
"I only want the ones personally handed to by my sister."
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