Chapter 546: Chapter 530: The Demon Lord is a Sword Concealing Master_2

Her cool eyes gradually lost their clarity, her mind was extremely chaotic.

What sort of fierce and wild words were the Demon Lord and this young man playing with, hiding a sword? Could that thing even be called a sword? And to hide it in such a way?

It seemed that His Majesty the Demon Lord had also been bullied mercilessly by this boy.

But just because His Majesty enjoyed playing the role of the great sword hider, didn’t mean she did as well.

The green gauze swayed as if a breeze had entered the room.

The sound of the jade bed’s drapery echoed with the young woman’s soft and melodious voice.

Ning Feiyan, who had been thoroughly devoured, found herself unable to express her resentment, weakly and exhaustedly said, “You must not continue.”

Baili An raised his brow and bit her earlobe hard, “What mustn’t I do? Aren’t you the one moving?”

Ning Feiyan: “…”

Indeed, once the nature of an Enchanting Demon was awakened, it would be never-ending until satiation.

But her heart was unwilling even as her body was incredibly honest.

Even when Baili An moved to push her hand aside, she found it difficult to resist.

Her resistance grew feebler, and once again, she was slapped against the wall with a dazed expression.

If she were not an Enchanting Demon, she would have countless ways out tonight, yet she was born under the curse of her nature’s destiny, and gradually she began to lose her true self.

The wall now bore the traces of claw marks like cat’s paws, Ning Feiyan’s pretty face hot and red as if flushed with strong liquor.

Her eyes brimmed like a well, blurry and watery, and she found it difficult to remain kneeling, as though begging him to change the position.

He remained silent and refused.

Ning Feiyan had no choice but to play tricks, gently rubbing against him, coquettishly pleading, “Master~ your disciple’s legs are weak from kneeling. May Master change the position to punish your disciple? I will never kill again, please change it?”

In a moment of confusion, she realized that this young man was quite easy to coax. When he squeezed her injured hand, if she could softly call out ‘Master, it hurts~’, he would circulate Spiritual Power and heal her broken hand.

Just like now, when she said she was tired from kneeling, he would mercifully grant her a more comfortable position to laze in.

But if she asked him to be gentler, that was absolutely impossible.

The young man had proven to her with facts that he was by no means a shallow person.

The city, a night of indulgence.

Quiet pond, cold stone.

The Empress had rare leisure time and personally brewed a cup of snow tea, her posture relaxed and comfortable.

Little Mountain Lord had set up a small fire not far from her and was slowly grilling skewers. When quiet and calm, the young girl looked quite docile and adorable.

The female official Qing Xuan also had a few cups of Sanqing Wine tonight. Her eyes slightly tipsy, yet she maintained her composure, not needing to serve tea, she rested on a jade pillow chaise, letting the cold wind of the spring night relieve her drunkenness.

She suddenly turned over. She, who was always polite and rule-abiding, allowed herself to feel agitated for once: “Your Majesty.”

The Empress’ hand holding the tea cup was steady, “Hmm.”

Qing Xuan indignantly said, “How long do we have to watch this farce? That is the Demon World’s Si He, and the young man is the new City Lord after all. Are you really willing to sit by and watch them… do such things right under Your Majesty’s eyes?”

The River Lord, who collected dew at night, laughed and said, “This young master indeed has a strong back.”

Little Mountain Lord forgot to turn one of the skewers in her hands, charring it. She looked up with her bright and innocent eyes, tilting her little head, “Mother, what farce are you watching? Why can I not see anything, and what does a good back mean? Who is Qing Xuan sister praising?”

The Empress leaned down to feed her a mouthful of tea and did not mind eating the charred skewer from her hands.

She cast her eyes down with a smile, but the laughter in her eyes seemed somewhat indifferent, “Young people, with their vigor, it is good to be a little boisterous.”

“Do you not think that Si He is just too arrogant and unrestrained? She acts as if Xianling City is no place of importance!”

“Arrogant?” The woman’s lips curved with a hint of scorn, “Would that be more outrageous than during the initial division of heaven and earth, when that great battle between God Demons raged on ceaselessly, and our Emperor would not hesitate to break his body day after day to go to the forests of Mo City? Who was more arrogant?

He lingered there day and night, getting lost in the land of his origin. Even if he lay buried in that land, I would not care much, but he lost something that should not have been lost. Once lost, it was for hundreds of millions of years…”

She smiled lightly and continued, “But it did prop up the Enchanting Demon clan, and tonight, there emerged a River Lord of the Enchanting Demon lineage. It can indeed be counted as one grand and astonishing feat he has accomplished.”

Qing Xuan’s face showed complexity, “Your Majesty, the Divine Origin lost by the Emperor not only concerns his own spiritual meridians but also the spiritual charm of Kunlun’s waters. Now that the Emperor’s divine body can hardly bear the mandate of heaven, night and day he draws from the spiritual essence in the waters of Kunlun Mountain to protect his divine body, never considering Your Majesty…

Even if the Immortal Venerable owes Your Majesty a great debt of gratitude, it should have been paid off by now. The Divine Origin has become a legacy, now residing within that little Enchanting Demon, why not kill the Enchanting Demon to retrieve the Divine Origin…”

“Retrieve the Divine Origin?” Cang Nanyi glanced aside with a calm smile, “Return the Divine Origin to the Emperor and then watch him squander it completely, nurturing another batch of troublesome little witches?”

Can he control himself?

Qing Xuan immediately fell silent.

Cang Nanyi raised her head toward the deep night sky; she suddenly remembered the words spoken by the woman who had emerged from the ice coffin.

The crisis of Kunlun could be resolved, and the key lay on the body of the corpse demon boy.

Yet the method she proposed to solve the situation was indeed somewhat laughable.