Chapter 837: Chapter 656: Strange Happenings in the Night (Part 2)

To be honest, when Baili An was on the verge of a tribulation, she was abruptly captured and brought here to be bled, like cattle or sheep at the mercy of others. To say she felt no resentment in her heart would naturally be a lie.

Today’s shameless madness was mostly driven by revenge against the Female Demon Lord.

Ning Feiyan did not want to die. Over the years, she had exhausted every means, standing firm as a rock just to live a life of unparalleled brilliance, to leave her name in these ancient ages.

She would never fall in love for those ethereal things, nor would she sacrifice her life for anyone.

In the end, she could only exist in the trivial, worthless tears shed during others’ moments of nostalgia and sadness.

She was just such a selfish demon, one who feared pain, death, and injury, and thus refused to give her true heart.

The searing heat within her body was a trait of the Enchanting Demon, seductively accommodating, feigning pitiful coquettishness, all for surviving these seven days.

This body was her greatest weapon of exploitation.

A demon adept at deception, a witch skilled in manipulating romance and hearts.

At that moment, Baili An’s apology was the best vulnerability for her to exploit.

He was the same as all those filthy men; with a little display of pity and sensuality, she could easily tease him into her grasp.

So Ning Feiyan, what are you still hesitating for?

Bare your tusks, sink them into his neck, just like you would when hunting prey, drag him into your lair, devour him relentlessly and coldly, letting the Demon Lord taste the flavor of boundless agony.

Just thinking about it is so thrilling.

Fingers gently caressed the jade hairpin, Ning Feiyan carefully brewed a gaze full of tenderness, a sentimental feeling, contemplating how to stage this grand show.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and in the blink of an eye, Ning Feiyan plucked the jade hairpin from Baili An’s hair and casually tossed it aside.

For some reason, her tone was calm and indifferent: “If you didn’t have a foolproof plan, you wouldn’t risk recklessly crossing the tribulation. You probably already have a way to resolve the Peacock Feather toxin, but after the tribulation, you fell into a coma and weakened, making the Demon Lord mistakenly believe you were in grave danger.”

Baili An was surprised by her meticulous mind and nodded: “Indeed, the Peacock Feather toxin can’t take my life.”

Ning Feiyan chuckled, saying: “In that case, there’s no talk of burdening anyone. You have your means of saving yourself, so I shouldn’t be considered to have the grace of saving you. When you calculate everything carefully, the only grudge lies between me and the Demon Lord.

She knows that I’m carrying your child, so no matter what, she won’t accept me. Now, she’s just using this as an excuse. To be honest, it’s because of your influence that I’ve barely survived these seven days.”

What was she saying?

Why was she telling him this?

Ning Feiyan gazed deep into the scattered strands of his long hair, reaching out to rake them into her palm, staring blankly as the cold, damp strands slipped through her fingers.

Pondering without any change in expression.

Finally…

She came to a conclusion.

He is ultimately different from those people she can exploit.

In the world, countless men have become pawns in her hands, among them are never a lack of men who pledge themselves wholeheartedly.

But ultimately different.

She wouldn’t allow those people to touch her, approach her, or caress her at will.

But he could, because of the saying “fleeting spouses, wealth ends, affinity disperses.”

She could allow him to possess her without restraint.

Her feelings for him are not like mindlessly falling into love, but rather a very calm, greatly enjoyable, and recognized emotion.

That kind of unabashedly utilizing him, instead of deceitfully calculating and scheming.

Because all her falsehoods, malice, and selfishness, he knew them all.

In front of him, she never needed to disguise herself.

Ning Feiyan’s lips curled into a hint of a scattering smile.

Not disguising her nature or desires, her charming eyes lacked silkiness, containing only rampant heat, a pure desire choosing someone to devour.

“You favor my looks, and physically serve the Lord, we still have four entire days, you silly cat, you’d better be ready.”

Enchanting demon predecessors were never willing to themselves nourish others, only using cruel means to make those lecherous fools pay a painful price.

Ning Feiyan raised her jade hand to gently caress his face, but for some reason, she became a little absent-minded.

This silly cat wasn’t foolish, nor was he lecherous. He was also born fair and pleasing to the eye, and such an adorable plaything, if she spoiled him, it might be hard to find a second one, inevitably regrettable.

Ning Feiyan wasn’t someone who abandoned the old for the new; getting used to an item and then replacing it with another would surely feel irritating and disgusting.

Moreover, his scent is so delightful, very much to the Enchanting Demon’s liking.

Yes! She merely liked his scent and aura, much like loving food, making her reluctant to destroy it out of her appetite, with no real connection to him himself.

To keep him was merely a whim; when she no longer needed him, when bored, she could just break and discard him.

After deep contemplation, Ning Feiyan found a perfect reason for herself, thoroughly convincing herself.

Yet she completely forgot that the nature of the Enchanting Demon follows them for life, once a year.

On the day when you no longer need him, even if that day seems impossible to ever arrive…

This wish might be impossible to fulfill in this lifetime.

The sound of water rippled, the curtain gently fluttered, and outside, the sky was dim, with no stars visible.

From the elegant pavilion, a meteor streaked swiftly past, the long night gradually faded and vanished, Dongfang Qiming.

The absence of stars signified morning.

A heavy snow fell in the cold and chilly spring palace, out of season.