Chu Zhaozhao was slightly stunned when he heard this and looked at his outstretched wrist, a little lost in thought.
In fact, she never thought that he just put it on directly. She gave him the bracelet just because she didn't like to accept gifts from others for nothing. If others gave her something, she would definitely return the gift, otherwise I always feel like I owe someone else, and I feel uncomfortable and panicked.
Although the bracelet is not a magic weapon and has no value, it is still made by her own hands and is her heart.
But even so, she felt that the most he could do was put it away. She never expected that he would let her put it on directly.
The dignified Demon Lord wears a useless and not very pretty bracelet on his wrist, which is a bit weird no matter how you look at it.
If you tell me, no one will believe it!
Seeing her stunned look, Demon Lord frowned slightly: "What? Not willing?"
Chu Zhaozhao suddenly came back to his senses and said quickly: "How could it be? I'm just a little flattered."
With that said, she put the bracelet on his hand.
Because he has not seen the sun all year round, his skin is a little pale, his fingers are slender and the joints are clear, and the wrists are very beautiful.
The bracelet was woven in red and yellow, and the thread was the same as when she had just arrived in this world, had just gained cultivation, and was curious about everything, so she got a big needle to thread it through, imitating Dongfang Bubai.
Now it has been woven into a bracelet and worn around his wrist. The red and yellow colors add a bit of blood to his wrist, which looks pretty good.
The Demon Lord looked at his wrist, the coldness between his brows and eyes faded a little, and nodded: "Yes, it's very suitable."
Chu Zhaozhao immediately smiled when he heard this. What could be more joyful than giving a gift and seeing the other person like it very much?
She smiled and said, "As long as you like it."
The Demon Lord nodded, looked at her and asked, "So, do you know now what is truly good for you?"
Um?
Chu Zhaozhao looked at him with some confusion.
The Demon Lord looked at her deeply and said: "None of your men can be considered good to you. They are really good to you. They take your preferences into consideration and think about what you think. As long as I have you, I only want you." I must cherish every thought you have, no matter how big or small, only in this way can I be considered good to you."
"Making decisions for you, using you, calling it your own good, ignoring your guilt, and ignoring your feelings are not considered good for you."
Chu Zhaozhao was silent when he heard this.
The Demon Lord stretched out his hand with the bracelet, gently rubbed the top of her hair, and said, "Okay, it's time for you to go."
Chu Zhaozhao was stunned when he heard this and looked at him blankly: "Shall I... leave?"
The Demon Lord took back his hand and said lightly: "For the rest of the matter, you are no longer suitable to stay."
She could leave, she was free, but for some reason, Chu Zhaozhao didn't feel particularly happy, but felt an indescribable sense of loss.
She looked at the Demon Lord and said, "Are you... going to kill them?"
"I said, if you don't kill them, at least you won't kill them in the lower world."
The Demon Lord looked at her and said slowly: "But it doesn't mean that I won't kill other people."
Chu Zhaozhao lowered his eyes. She knew why he let her go because he was not only a demon, but also a demon king. He didn't want to kill anyone in front of her.
Chu Zhaozhao raised his eyes to look at him and said hoarsely: "Okay, then...then take care of yourself."
The Demon Lord nodded: "Go."
Chu Zhaozhao hummed, turned around and walked out the door.
The Demon Lord watched her leave, watching from the window as she walked onto the street and disappeared into the crowd little by little. Then he called the waiter to pay and then disappeared.
The upper realm, the imperial palace.
The Demon Lord's shadow was hidden under his cloak, with demonic aura overflowing, and his figure was ethereal. Wherever he passed, the guards all saluted: "I've seen the Demon Lord."
He did not respond and walked directly to the main hall without squinting. The new Emperor Wan Zong was discussing matters with several of his subordinates.
Seeing him coming, his subordinates stood up and saluted: "I have seen the Demon Lord."
The Demon Lord didn't speak, just looked at Wan Zong quietly.
Seeing this, Wan Zong waved to his subordinates. After they all exited the hall, he stood up with a smile and walked down the stairs, came to his side and said, "Why did the Demon Lord leave and come back? Could it be that the matter is already done?"
The Demon Lord glanced at him and did not answer, but said coldly: "Where is my little teapot?"
Wan Zong was stunned when he heard this, but then quickly continued with a smile: "Why did the Demon Lord mention this so well? Didn't we agree that after Xiao Heng completely loses the qualification to be promoted to Father God, I will return the soul of the little teapot to You? She is in the Soul Gathering Lamp right now. If you want to see it, you can do so at any time."
Demon Lord said coldly: "I want to see it now."
"Of course." Wan Zong said with a smile: "Demon Lord, please come with me."
In the imperial palace, there is a secret room, which is hidden in the palace of the Emperor of Heaven. It must be opened by the essence of Wan Zong.
After the door of the secret room slowly opened, Wan Zong said: "Demon Lord, please."
In the secret room, there is a seven-star soul-gathering array. Seven candle lamps supported by the essence of ten thousand sects are burning. At the final center of the array, a soul-gathering lamp is suspended.
Inside the lamp, a weak spirit could be faintly seen swimming inside.
The Demon Lord raised his feet and stepped forward, looking at the weak soul inside and remaining silent.
Wan Zong was behind him, looking at the soul in the lamp and said: "After supporting her for so long, her soul has become much stronger and is now visible to the naked eye. The Demon Lord can rest assured, as long as Xiao Heng loses the qualification to succeed Father God , I will hand her over to you along with the Soul Gathering Lamp."
The Demon Lord stretched out his hand towards the Soul Gathering Lamp, ignoring the scorching light, and directly put his hand into it.
The weak soul felt his breath and immediately jumped for joy, happily playing around on his fingertips.
The Demon Lord looked at the soul quietly for a long time, then took back his hand, turned around and walked outside.
When passing by Wan Zong, he paused slightly and said in a cold voice: "Remember what you said."
Wan Zong smiled and said: "That's natural. I'm waiting for the good news from the Demon Lord."
The Demon Lord looked at him coldly, and the demonic energy swam away and disappeared immediately.
Wan Zong raised his eyebrows, strode to the soul-gathering lamp, stretched out his hand to flick the soul inside, and said with a smile: "Well done."
The soul was praised and immediately spun around in the lamp happily.
One day in the upper world and one year in the lower world.
In just the blink of an eye, several days have passed in the lower world.
For the first time since Chu Zhaozhao came out of the restaurant that day, he didn't know where to go.
She walked around blankly on the street, looking at the people riding spiritual beasts around her. After thinking about it, she came to a corner and released the dream beast.
Dream Beast looked sleepy, yawned and looked at her.
Chu Zhaozhao touched its head and said, "I'll give you a name. Can you call it Giant Panda?"
Meng Beast glanced at her and let out a low cry to express that he had no objection.
Chu Zhaozhao was so cute by it that he touched its head again: "Then can I ride you?"
