Yuyao looked back and smiled faintly at the young girl behind her, whose face had turned pale in fear.
The young girl never imagined that the man she wanted to follow was not an ordinary person, but the feared Demon King whose name struck terror in the hearts of all six realms.
Would she have followed if she had known that?
She looked at the man next to her, and after traveling together for so long, their positive feelings had increased a bit, reaching 85.
But when it reached 85, the goodwill stopped here and could not go up.
Yuyao felt it was time to talk to him, so she said, "Heaven, you have ruled the Demon Realm for tens of thousands of years. Is it really true that no one has dared to challenge your position of power?"
Upon hearing this, the Demon King Burning Heaven let out a faint laugh, as if he found this question amusing. He said, "Of course there have been challenges. But it's not easy to replace me. Can you guess how those people fared?"
"All died?"
Yuyao looked up at him and replied.
The Demon King Burning Heaven stopped in his step, turned to face her, and sighed helplessly, "Little foolish thing, do you think the most painful thing in the world is only death?"
Yuyao pondered for a moment and said, "Is it living but not being able to live, or dying but not being able to die?"
The Demon King's eyes betrayed admiration, and his pale, long fingers gently brushed over her cheek.
"If you're interested, after we're done here, I'll take you to see the dungeon. The tortures in the Demon Realm are so fearsome that even deities from the Celestial Realm dare not face them..."
Yuyao shook her head quickly, "I don't want to see any of that. What's the point of watching such gory scenes when there's no need?"
She's not a pervert or has a mental problem.
The night market was bustling with life, filled with vendors shouting their wares, performers singing melodies, onlookers cheering, the sound of metal being struck, the pounding of dough at the hutong breadshop, a cacophony of sounds that filled the air with liveliness.
As she passed through the busiest market district, she bought a bowl of stinky tofu to eat.
Don't look at this thing, which smells pretty bad, but it tastes really delicious.
She didn't care about her image and just ate it on the go.
The Demon King Burning Heaven stared at her eating curiously, with an expression as if he had constipation.
It's such an unpleasant smelling thing, yet she can eat it and even enjoy it so much?
Yuyao glanced at him with a peculiar and constipated expression from the side, stopped her steps, chuckled maliciously, pushed the stinky tofu closer to him, and said, "Would you like to try it? It's really delicious."
The Demon King stepped back quickly, his expression extremely disdainful, and with a faint sigh from his thin lips, he uttered two words: "Not eating."
"Oh, you have to try it, it really tastes great."
At this moment, Yuyao had no idea what kind of psychological state she was in, but she just wanted him to try it.
She took a piece of stinky tofu and directly stuffed it into his mouth.
The Demon King was instantly stunned. At that moment, he felt like his mouth had become disgusting and he instinctively wanted to spit it out.
However, seeing the woman's expectant gaze on the other side, he swallowed his disgust and chewed twice.
He suddenly froze, then quickly swallowed the stinky tofu in his mouth.
"The taste indeed is quite good, but that smell is something I cannot bear."
He looked at the stinky tofu in her hand and evaluated it frankly.
Yuyao smiled with a playful curl of her lips, "Otherwise, why is it called stinky tofu? Shall I have another piece?"
"I'm not going to eat it. You can have another piece."
The Demon King shook his head.
Even though the taste is good, he doesn't like eating such things.
Seeing that he didn't eat it, Yuyao took it herself and ate the entire bowl in a flash.
After finishing it, she cleaned her mouth to remove the smell of the stinky tofu.
The two of them wandered around the market for a while before returning to the Ruyi Inn.
As they climbed to the second floor, they saw Xiyao and her servant entering room number two from the adjacent hallway.
Yuyao and the Demon King were staying in room number one with the ceiling-high doorway, the two attached rooms next to each other, so any sound was easily heard.
Yuyao's expression was not good. The female lead was staying in the room next door?
It's unclear if it was intentional on the part of the other party, or if the protagonist's aura is truly so strong.
They soon entered the Tianti No. 1 room. With the protagonist staying next door, Yuyao quickly summoned a protective formation.
All sounds and movements were completely blocked out.
The Demon King untied his belt, casually draped it over a chair nearby, and his shirt was unbuttoned.
His broad, fair chest and beautiful fishline were exposed, and he was so sexy that it drove people mad.
"Charming Queen, would it be all right to get married when we return?"
He took off his clothes and walked naked to the screen, where there was a bathtub filled with hot water. He immersed himself in the water, half of his body, and suddenly said, "When we return, will you get married?"
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Yuyao fell silent.
Yuyao was silent. She was carrying the child of Mojin, and when her belly slightly swelled, she would disappear again and find a place to safely rest and give birth.
How could she marry the demon king?
Suddenly, she felt guilty, thinking about how she was playing with someone's feelings for the sake of completing her mission and the so-called points.
She stood in place, silent and without speaking.
Waiting for her answer for a long time, the Demon King Burning Heaven's expression turned cold, and frost began to gather in his eyes.
Yuyao suddenly felt the temperature drop in the room, and a cold, foreboding scent filled the air.
She had a heart-thumping moment, and she quickly realized what was happening, almost wanting to hit herself. Stiffening her body, she said in a cold tone, "In my hometown, people don't get married without first spending some time together and getting to know each other. Otherwise, it would be very imprudent not to truly understand the other person!"
"Several ten thousands of years is enough time for us to get to know each other. What don't you know about me?"
The Demon King, Burning Heaven, furrowed his brow, and a cold voice drifted from behind the screen.
"In recent times, the two of them were as close as glue and as intimate as love, with an extremely good relationship."
He thought she was willing to marry him.
He didn't expect her to hesitate, which made him both angry and deeply hurt.
He sat on the edge of the bathtub, his black hair slightly damp, spreading out like aquatic grass in the water.
His handsome face, however, lacked the previous unrestrained ease.
His brow was etched with a melancholy that seemed indelible, heart-wrenching, and prompting one to want to wipe away his pain.
Yuyao felt his low mood and suddenly felt guilty about causing the handsome man to be sad, which was not right.
She also felt she was not a good person and was really awful.
Thinking of this, a thought struck her heart, and she went to stand behind him, leaning against the side of the bathtub. She reached around his neck with her hands, cupping his broad, fair chest.
She softly said, "Let's wait and talk about this when we return to the Demon Realm."
She planned to use a delaying tactic, take one step, and see how it goes.
After a long while, he sighed softly, turned to look at her, and said, "Since you've said that, can I really force you?"
"Mhm, mhm!"
The Demon King looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes deep and dark, making it impossible for others to guess what he was thinking.
From her unmistakable confusion, it was clear that she did not want to marry him, and her words were merely a form of evasion.
The Demon King had never considered himself a gentle person, and all his previous tolerance and forgiveness were based on his love for her.
For more than a hundred thousand years, he had never cared so much about anyone, nor did he believe that his choice would change.
If she continues to refuse, he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't resort to extreme measures.
Yuyao looked into his eyes, and seeing the gentle eyes that had been restored, she couldn't help but relax.
Just a moment ago, the icy air made her feel like she was going to be snipped off.
Suddenly, her body was pulled into the bathtub, her clothes drenched, and half of her body lay on his chest.
Yuyao was a little stunned, before she could make any unnecessary response.
Her red lips were immediately smothered by the man in front of her.
Their lips touched, their breaths mingling, as if made for each other, perfectly fitting together.
Feeling the freezing cold breath like the sea wind, Yuyao clenched his arm tightly, her fingertips turning white, and responding passively to him.
The room was quiet and silent, the light dim, the faint candlelight enveloping their figures in a vague and intimate manner.
Yuyao felt as if all her breath had been stolen and wildly seized.
After a long time, he finally released her.
Seeing her disordered breath, flushed face, and eyes that rippled with faint reflections, he knew that she was in a daze.
He moved a little in his heart, his fingers gently caressing her tender cheek, "Remember, you will always belong to me. Otherwise, I cannot promise what I might do."
He stared at the woman in front of him, his expression being extremely serious.
Yuyao's face turned pale, and she tried to control the tension in her heart, "I have entrusted both my mind and body to you. I don't know what you are worried about."
In her heart, however, she was thinking that maybe it would be better to just hide somewhere.
