Chapter 840: Chapter 657: Masters Clash, Every Move Deadly

The cold fragrance inside the room rekindled, the temperature suddenly became warm, with wisps of blue smoke like mist, swirling within the hall.

The Female Demon Lord embraced her snow-white soft cloak, her ink-black hair moistened by the heavy snow draping over her shoulders. She bent her knees and, without summoning her attendants, meticulously wiped the snow and dirt from her feet by herself.

Baili An found a pair of small boots with an azure embroidered pattern and placed them on the stepboard in front of the beauty couch. His gaze unintentionally caught a glimpse of the half-hidden, half-revealed silver ring within the blanket. Though surprised and puzzled, he did not question it further.

However, the Female Demon Lord sensitively noticed his gaze. Uncertain of what past memory it stirred in her heart, she released the towel in her hand and reached into the blanket to take out the silver ring for him to see.

“This is a decoration that Shu Ci never leaves, said to be a token passed down for generations by the Jiao Fox Clan. Hidden within this small object are many unknown secrets. Would you like to see…?”

The hand reaching into the blanket suddenly paused, and the Female Demon Lord furrowed her brow. She unexpectedly touched another hard object within it. The relaxed and gentle expression on her face slowly darkened.

She lowered her gaze and took out the jade-colored hairpin from the blanket.

This hairpin was still properly adorned on Baili An’s head four days ago; now it appeared on her couch.

The implication of this was self-evident.

Baili An had no interest in the secrets of Shu Ci’s decoration, and since it was something she never left, yet now it appeared in the Female Demon Lord’s hands, he could guess that Shu Ci probably encountered some misfortune.

How could a generation of Demon Lords suddenly strike a death blow against Mohe?

Though Baili An was never close with Shu Ci, he knew that her hardships were mostly due to his involvement. Inevitably feeling uncomfortable, he was reluctant to hear more about it.

He was just about to rise and leave when a slight weight fell on his shoulder—a jade foot as white as the moon rested upon it.

At this time, there was no one to serve the Monarch in the hall. The Female Demon Lord’s intention was quite obvious.

Baili An remained silent, merely pushing the small boots closer to her, saying: “This morning’s snowfall was most unusual; cold feet are harmful to the body. Your Majesty, you should put on the shoes yourself.”

The Female Demon Lord held the White Jade Hairpin in her hand, her expression unreadable, not forcing him to accept the jade for long decisions.

She played with the hairpin for a moment, then tossed it casually under the pillow.

As if discarded by him and unwanted, even the sovereign jade of the Demon Clan’s Monarch became worthless.

She pulled out a key from her bosom, spinning it between her fingers: “From Ning Feiyan’s appearance, it’s clear you couldn’t rescue her from the water. After all, it’s a chain forged from soul iron, with a glass fused with inscription symbols.

You can’t break the vat nor cut through the anklet. Even though you’ve wasted the strength of your waist and efforts on her for four days to barely save her life, you can’t help her leave.”

Baili An’s action of standing up froze. He remained silent for a moment and finally retrieved the small boots he had pushed away.

The small foot on his shoulder slid inch by inch down across his chest. Baili An spread his hands and clasped her jade foot.

It was unclear when she lost her shoes, though her skin was smooth, it felt cold to the touch.

Baili An took the small socks and boots, intending to put them on her.

The Female Demon Lord again withdrew her hand, curling up her toes, pressing them against his chest: “I’m so cold.”

Baili An said: “Your Majesty should know, I am a corpse demon, I cannot warm your body.”

He looked up at her, speaking earnestly: “Even if Your Majesty leans in like this, it still won’t warm.”

“Is that so?” The Female Demon Lord’s alluring eyes narrowed into slits, she smiled: “But I think, how is there nothing difficult in the world for one who is determined?”

The key in her fingers clicked softly, and an inexplicable fine crack emerged on the metal surface.

Baili An’s gaze grew stern as he suddenly grabbed her ankle.

The Female Demon Lord’s smile was as cold as ever: “What? Are you going to kill me?”

Baili An did not speak, he loosened the force he was using on her ankle slightly, resting the Female Demon Lord’s cold little foot on his thigh.

He reached for a handheld incense burner to warm his hands over the fireplace until they were hot, then cupped her small foot gently warming it.

Though unwilling, for someone like Baili An who took every task seriously once started, his massage technique was patient and meticulous.

The Female Demon Lord watched fixedly, her gaze growing dazed, as if she feared missing even a single look, she kept her eyes fixed on him.

Until both of her cool white feet became tender and pink from the rubbing, the Female Demon Lord was finally content, allowing him to help wear the small socks and boots.

When Baili An looked up and stood, the Female Demon Lord’s expression had returned to normal. She set down the key in her hand and retrieved a gold-inlaid jade smoking pipe from the drawer.

She smoked languidly and sensually, her gaze slightly mocking: “For a woman, Si Chen River Lord, you sure are capable of enduring.”

Baili An took the key, speaking evenly: “It’s merely a trivial matter, why speak of endurance.”

“Is that so?” The Female Demon Lord raised Baili An’s chin with the smoking pipe, smiling meaningfully with narrowed eyes.

“I do quite enjoy such trivial tasks. I wonder if in the future, Si Chen River Lord, you will fulfill a subject’s duties by doing more of these small tasks for me?”

Baili An tilted his chin up, turning away the smoking pipe, saying: “Your Majesty has three thousand attendants serving you in the hall. They can warm your body and bed with no trouble at all, why trouble me with this cold dead body?”