Looking at the look on her face as she longs to treat the cat as an ancestor, she knows that if she becomes her pet, even if she loses her cultivation, she will probably be able to roam freely in this demon world without any worries.
But at the same time, he would be forever confined by her side as a pet, allowing others to play with him, and he would not be able to go anywhere.
The purpose of Balian's trip to the devil world is to find a way, so naturally he doesn't want to go with her.
He meowed twice, his claws struggled to pull between 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 her strangely, feeling that his pretentious acting skills were 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 His cheek rubbed 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 the 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 while.
This is the monarch that the succubus 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 Chaomu Palace, Bai Lian could tell that Ning Feiyan didn't like raising cats, or she wasn't interested in all small animals.
Ning Feiyan never allowed him to go to the palace couch. If Hongzhuang hadn't given him a small bed out of kindness for him when she read about the bronze door, he would have had to sleep on the cold stone floor day and night.
But when they arrived at Hades Palace, the treatment was completely different.
The Demon Lord gave an order, and all the furnishings in the Hades Palace were changed in an instant. The ancient ink jade bed with dragon carvings, the violet curtains and gauze tents were as heavy as clouds, and thirty-seven new glazed lamps were added to the palace.
Even the floor was covered with a soft brocade carpet, and when you put one foot on it, it was like stepping on the clouds.
The originally deserted Hades Palace was carefully tidied up several times. The spring light washed away the palace and warmed 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 took care of him carefully. Injury.
There was no shortage of precious medicines in the palace. The injuries from the battle with Ning Feiyan in the valley had not been treated. The wounds on the chest and abdomen caused by the knife had been lingering for a long time and even showed some signs of suppuration.
The smell of blood was unpleasant, but she didn't care at all. She placed Baili'an, who was curled up in a small ball, on her bare feet.
After she gently wiped away the blood from his hair with a wet wipe, she began to apply medicine to treat the wound.
Her tied long green hair was untied at some point, and it fell down her shoulders in countless strands, and the soft hair fell on his 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 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 awed 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 between 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, she gave him another sip of warm tea, and his stomach began to feel slightly 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. .
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 have deep shadows, the jade furnace is burning, and there are 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 gentle 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 lingered and wrapped around 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 were dependent on each other. The master was not there at that time, but fortunately...you are there."
The immortal 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 sand. He crossed the ruins and crossed the sharp 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 the flaming 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 all rushed towards him.
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 transformed 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 not a single one of them was there. The demon was able to keep him.
He seemed 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 dare not stay for more than half a day, they may 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.
Finally, 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 distracted, as if she was trapped in some terrible nightmare that was difficult to wake up from, and she was whimpering and murmuring, 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 will illuminate it, and it will be bright for thousands of miles."
She was covered in the blood of her own race. She was lying there with 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 spoke of cruel evil. She kept mumbling repeatedly, her consciousness no longer clear. Her voice was filled with extremely heavy 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.
The palm of his hand was soothing the girl's thin shoulder. He heard his own voice slowly ringing out, saying, "A'luo, please bear with me a little longer, and 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, during 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 Mao'er with a lonely expression and said, "Xiaobai, 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. 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 and protecting his small body.
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 a tube top, all scattered 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 sleeping succubus.
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 twitched his hand. His paw patted her shoulder.
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. I will come to play with you later." How are you?"
