Looking at her expression as if she wanted to treat the cat as an ancestor, she knew that if she became her pet, even if she lost her cultivation, she would be able to roam freely in this demon world without any worries.
But at the same time, he will be confined to her side forever as a pet, allowing others to play with him, and he will not be able to go anywhere.
The purpose of Balian's trip to the devil world is to find a way out, so naturally he doesn't want to go with her.
He meowed twice, his claws struggled to pull at her sleeves, and the hair all over his body exploded as if resisting.
Worried that he didn't express himself clearly enough, he even started to use Ning Feiyan on his side, staring at her helplessly with his light blue vertical pupils sucking a circle of watery tears.
A pair of ears were pitifully hunched and drooped, and the soft call came back a thousand times, making one's bones feel numb.
He looked so loyal that he would not leave his master even to death.
The front two paws are spread out as if begging for a hug, trying desperately to return to the owner's arms.
Ning Feiyan, who was caught off guard by his show off, looked at him strangely, feeling that his pretentious acting was really making people laugh.
She suppressed the smile that appeared on her lips and cooperated very well in pretending to be sad that she loved him deeply and was reluctant to be separated.
But she looked embarrassed as she did not dare to disobey the Demon Lord. She looked at Balian and smiled reluctantly, reluctantly giving up her love: "Your Majesty is able to fall in love with you. It is a blessing that you have cultivated for ten lifetimes. You should
Just do what you want."
After hearing this, Balian became even more pitiful and humble, and even squeezed out a few tears from his eyes. He twisted his waist and hips, struggled out of the Demon Lord's arms, jumped at Ning Feiyan's feet, and kept using
He rubbed his cheek against the tassel on her skirt, looking so clingy.
Ning Feiyan wiped her tears with her fingertips and wanted to squat down to hug him, but she took another look at Demon Lord's face and held back until she made no move.
The small group of cats at her feet kept circling around her feet, meowing in a choked and hoarse way.
As if she knew that she was about to be abandoned, her tail hung down on the ground in despair, her fur curling, her claws hooked on her skirt in a fawning way, and her eyes were wet.
Hong Zhuang, who was kneeling aside, was dumbfounded when she saw that one person and one cat had a perfect tacit understanding just relying on eye contact.
But in this way, Mao'er finally made it clear that he didn't want to leave.
His Majesty the Demon Lord, who is in a high position and rules over the demon world, no matter how much he likes this cat, he will not be unreasonably loved by many people.
Hongzhuang couldn't help but glance at the face of the female devil, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
The smile on the lips of the female devil disappeared without knowing when. She looked at the white cat at Ning Feiyan's feet, her dark eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes immediately became cold.
Without saying a word, she walked over and hugged the cat again. She glanced at Ning Feiyan with a cold look: "I want this cat."
Hearing her arrogant and unreasonable tone, Ning Feiyan couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in her heart, wondering whether she had figured out the origin of the cat.
This was by no means the best time to send Balian into her hands, but at this moment she was facing the Demon Lord, and resistance and disobedience could only lead to death.
In the end, Balian was taken away by the female devil.
Ning Feiyan sighed, sat down in front of the desk, and rubbed his forehead with a headache.
She looked at Shaojun Milu who was lying in a pool of blood and fainted from pain. She quickly withdrew her cold eyes from him and sneered: "It seems that Zangxin told him about my participation in the Jungui Banquet."
Ning Feiyan didn't even bother to give a cold look to Hongzhuang, who was so injured that she couldn't get up from the abuse.
She poured herself a cup of cold tea, smelled the tea aroma but did not drink it: "You are still as useless as before, and you have not made any progress at all."
She stood up, holding the teacup steadily with her porcelain-white fingers, came to Milu's side, and flipped her wrist lightly.
The cup of cold bitter tea was poured on his cheek. She threw the tea cup back on the table expressionlessly and said calmly: "Is such a piece of trash worth fearing you for so many years?"
Hongzhuang looked at Ning Feiyan's behavior in shock and was speechless for a long time.
This is the monarch that the succubi clan has served for generations. Even the Lord of the Erhe River does not dare to be rude to him. She actually dares to be so disrespectful...
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Balian couldn't understand how a cruel woman like Demon Lord could be so obsessed with a cat.
He originally thought that the Demon Lord was just using him as a plaything for fun, but when he was brought back to the Hades Palace, he realized that His Majesty the Demon Lord was extremely serious about raising cats.
While in the Chaomu Palace, Bai Lian could tell that Ning Feiyan actually didn't like raising cats, or that she wasn't interested in all small animals.
Ning Feiyan never allowed him to go to the palace bed. If Hongzhuang hadn't given him a small bed because of her kindness when she read about the bronze door, he would have had to sleep on the cold stone floor day and night.
But when you arrive at Hades Palace, the treatment is completely different.
The Demon King gave an order, and all the furnishings in the Hades Palace were changed in an instant, including an ancient ink jade bed with dragon carvings, violet curtains and gauze tents as heavy as clouds, and thirty-seven new glazed lamps were added to the palace.
Even the floor is covered with a soft brocade carpet, and when you put one foot on it, it feels like you are stepping on the clouds.
The originally dark and deserted Hades Palace has been carefully tidied up several times, and the spring light has washed it away, warming the palace with fragrance.
After dismissing the rest of the people in the palace, the female demon king lazily kicked off her shoes and socks, hugged Balian, and took him without hesitation to the emperor's bed, which no one had dared to approach in all eternity, and carefully treated his body.
Injury.
There is no shortage of precious medicines in the palace. The injuries suffered from the battle with Ning Feiyan in the valley have not been treated. The wounds on the chest and abdomen caused by the knife have been lingering for a long time and there are even some signs of suppuration.
The smell of blood was not pleasant, but she didn't care at all, and placed the small ball of Baili'an on the bare instep.
She used a wet wipe to gently wipe away the blood from his hair, and then began to apply medicine to treat the wound.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Her tied long hair was untied at some point, and it was hanging down her shoulders in countless strands, and the soft hair fell on his
On the body.
Under the faint halo, her brows were full and her face was as bright as jade. Her usual sinister and sharp look had faded away. At this moment, her face had a rare quiet and well-behaved look.
Balian raised his head and looked into her pair of jade-black eyes, smiling at him and moaning.
For a moment, he couldn't understand. How could a person opposite a cat who could smile so innocently and innocently be the female devil who was feared and feared by all the six realms?
The injuries on his body were quickly treated, and the skin under his claws was soft and warm, the body temperature of a living person.
She put down the wet wipes and medicine, took a clean handkerchief and wiped the blood from her palms, then picked up a piece of hibiscus cake, put it on Bailian's lips, looked at him with curved eyes, and said: "
Xiaobai, this is your favorite hibiscus cake, try it."
Facing this smile, Parian couldn't resist. He opened his mouth and took a small bite. The soft and crispy texture spread on the tip of his tongue. This hibiscus cake was made very delicately.
It's a pity that he can't taste any sweetness or bitterness.
After eating a piece of cake in small mouthfuls, and being fed a sip of warm tea by her, my stomach began to feel faintly uncomfortable.
After turning into a cat, Balian retained most of the zombie demon's characteristics, such as having no sense of taste and being unable to digest human food.
But there are some things that are different from when he was a human being. For example, as a cat, he would feel sleepy from time to time. Perhaps because the corpse bead was sealed, his spirit would be very weak.
His consciousness gradually became tired and confused. It was strange that since entering the demon world, Balian's spirit has been in a state of high tension. Although he has a contractual relationship with Ning Feiyan, he has been very wary of her from the beginning to the end.
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The Demon Lord is far more dangerous than Ning Feiyan, is she more terrifying and cruel?
But now that he was resting on her feet, Balian's mind slowly relaxed for a moment. He closed his eyelids heavily, rubbed her feet with his belly, and found a comfortable position to curl up in a ball.
The glazed lamps cast deep shadows, the jade furnace was burning, and there were wisps of green smoke.
The female devil looked at the little thing on her feet tenderly, with tears rolling down her cheeks in her dark and warm eyes.
She said slowly and in a low voice: "Fortunately, you are still here..."
When he was deeply sleepy, Balian felt vaguely that he was picked up by a hand and held in a soft embrace. The familiar breath enveloped him. It was a wonderful feeling.
It was clearly his first time being a cat, but the feeling of being completely wrapped up in someone's arms and falling asleep together felt like he had experienced it before.
Vaguely, he heard her say: "Xiaobai, holding you like this, I seem to have returned to the time when we depended on each other. The master was not here at that time, but fortunately...you are here."
The fairy tears in my bones seemed to stir at a certain moment.
When he opened his eyes again, he knew that he was still in a dream.
What came into view was the eight wastelands of red earth, a place he had never been to before. The setting sun above his head shone on him, but it did not bring him the poisonous burning pain he imagined.
There was a pool of blood underneath him, and what was reflected in the pool of blood was the figure of a cat.
That's him?
At dusk, there were ruins all around. Behind the ruins, there was an endless stretch of desert yellow sand. He crossed the ruins and passed through the sharp sand and gravel Gobi cliffs. He ran very fast. For some reason, he felt very restless.
He didn't know what he was looking for, nor what he was anxious about.
Until he came to the other side of a burning river. In the raging fire, there were countless tortured demons, just like the oven of heaven and earth, burning all living beings.
The demons fought each other in the blazing fire, their intestines were pierced and their stomachs were rotten, their heads were smashed with axes, and their blood was spilled like soup.
A hell of fire, chaos, and ghosts is nothing more than that.
The fire was like poison, but it couldn't stop him.
What he was looking for seemed to be in that fiery river.
The moment he rushed into the Yan River, thousands of demons fighting each other seemed to have found a common target in an instant, and they rushed towards him one after another.
Balian didn't know what he could do with his weak cat body.
But the next moment, he saw sword light coming from his mouth, and the sword energy turned into a dragon, sweeping past. The hell of fighting became a field of Shura. The stumps and broken arms of demons could be seen everywhere. The devilish aura of death was so strong that there was not a single one.
The demon can keep him.
He seems to be a little too strong.
It's just that the fire here seems to be constantly devouring the spiritual power in his body, and his strength is constantly weakening.
Ahead, there is still a black sea of demons with no end in sight.
In this evil place where even the gods did not dare to stay for more than half a day, they could be seized by the demonic spirits in the fire at any time, but he fought his way from the other end of the river to this end.
In the end, he found the timid and helpless girl Demon Lord behind the bone-white throne.
She lay curled up in the corpse of the demon bone, her dark and slightly curly hair falling behind her like smoke.
Her eyes were wandering, as if she was trapped in some terrible nightmare that was difficult to wake up from, and she was sobbing and muttering, as if she was being forcibly pushed into hell and could never find her way back or out.
"Master taught me to recite kindness..."
"One good deed stains the heart, and it will be immortal for all eternity; a hundred lamps and mines will illuminate it, and it will be bright for thousands of miles."
Her whole body was stained with the blood of her own people. She was lying there, holding a red rope in her arms, but it had not been stained with a trace of blood. It was clean in her arms.
The bones under her body silently recounted the cruel evil. She kept mumbling repeatedly, her consciousness was no longer clear, and her voice was full of grievances and complaints: "Master... I don't want to become a harmful demon. They force me to harm others."
Me, when will you come and take me home..."
Something strange seemed to be churning in Balian's chest. He didn't know who the master she was talking about was, but he still slowly stretched out a front paw towards the girl.
Under his gaze, the claw suddenly turned into a pale, blood-stained human hand. Under the slender fingertips, the thin calluses of sword practitioners could be vaguely seen.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The palm of his hand soothed the girl's thin shoulders, and he heard his own voice slowly ringing out, saying: "Arao, please bear with me a little longer.
I'll take you home right away."
He carried the young uncrowned king on his back and left this world of fire and yellow sand.
When she woke up, he could no longer maintain his body, his cultivation dissipated, and he turned into a white cat.
In this era of chaotic demons and her difficult years, he guarded the girl in the form of a kitten, watching how she walked to the high platform step by step, awakened the demon blood, and became a true demon king.
At the enthronement ceremony that year, she was not alone on the throne of the Demon Realm, she also had a cat.
On the eve of her leaving the demon world, she took off her black royal robe and put on the familiar black and red sword outfit. She hugged the cat with a solemn expression and said, "Xiaobai, the master is getting married. I have to go back to the mountain to serve him."
Celebrating, I can’t take you away.”
"I...I'm finally going home."
"But after all these years, why hasn't Master come to find me?"
"If Master knew that I had become a demon king, he... would definitely kill me with his own hands, right?"
"Xiao Bai, you are a demon, I can't bring you in front of him, he... will be angry."
"Xiaobai, I'm sorry, I'm going to abandon you."
"sorry……"
In the girl's repeated murmur, the echoes of the two lives seemed to overlap, and the apology in her ears was mixed with the sporadic drizzle outside the window, as if she was slightly choked.
Balian had a splitting headache, and his mind seemed to have been severely disrupted by a sharp knife. After enduring the pain for a while, his consciousness gradually returned.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw a piece of soft snow-like skin wrapping his little body for protection.
The violet-colored flowing cloud pattern curtains flutter gently, and the breeze entering the room is refreshing and cool.
His Majesty the Demon Lord was only covered with a thin layer of quilt. Under the thin quilt were she and him. Under the couch were the monarch's robes, socks and undergarments, and even the tube tops scattered randomly on the floor.
On the bed frame.
She hugged the cat to sleep and even took off all her clothes. What kind of weirdness is this!
The soft touch on his cheeks made him wake up instantly. The hair on Balian's tail stood up and he twitched all over, finally waking up the peaceful female devil.
Her soft and slender eyelashes were lightly lifted, and a pair of dark eyes looked deeply at the kitten in her arms. She smiled softly: "Good morning, Xiaobai, your body was so cold last night, but I simmered you for a long time."
I just kept you warm at night."
Listening to this small talk, Balian suddenly remembered that dream. For a moment, he actually felt that the faint smile on her face was a bit pitiful. He rubbed his arms awkwardly in her arms and raised his hand.
He patted her shoulder with his paw.
The female devil was startled, then she bent her eyes and rubbed his head with her lips intimately, saying: "I have to get up to review the papers. I have prepared the books you like to read in advance, and I will come back to play with you later.
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