That day, the only Ziqiong Fruit that had been planted for ten thousand years at Muyun Immortal Peak was consumed entirely by the Blood Crows he brought.
The Demon Lord from a thousand years ago had always been this way.
Having lived for thousands of years, yet retaining a certain childlike demeanor, it’s really because of having too much time on his hands.
Ye Yin ate with satisfaction, fluttering its wings and landing on Nie Jiuque’s shoulder.
Nie Jiuque lay on a tree branch, one hand under his head, the other playing with a deep purple Ziqiong Fruit the size of an apple.
The Ziqiong Fruit was tossed into the air from time to time.
"Since when has the Immortal Realm become so affluent, a few hundred Ziqiong Fruits and not a single guard?"
Nie Jiuque remarked with disinterest. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novelꞁire.net
The face beneath the mask, stunningly beyond compare, was full of boredom.
The Ye Yin on his shoulder suddenly made a sound, as if reminding him of something.
Soon, a white, cute silhouette flew towards them.
Seeing someone approaching, Nie Jiuque raised his eyebrows slightly, gaining some interest.
Today, he just came to cause trouble for the Immortal Realm.
Don’t misunderstand, he has no new grudges or old hatred with the Immortal Realm, nor any misunderstandings.
He’s just purely bored.
He originally thought the newcomer would say: How dare you steal Ziqiong Fruit, state your name.
Unexpectedly, instead, they said, "Why didn’t you leave me one?!"
This grievance-filled tone was more heartbroken than missing out on a billion and instantly caught Nie Jiuque’s attention.
The soft and sticky voice further amplified the newcomer’s grievance, making one wish to give her the world’s best comforts.
It was this voice that Nie Jiuque had liked for a thousand years, loved for a thousand years, remembered for a thousand years, and sought for a thousand years.
Nie Jiuque caught the Ziqiong Fruit steadily in his hand, sat up, and looked towards the figure standing under the tree.
A face that matched the voice perfectly, astonishingly beautiful yet with a touch of purity and cuteness.
The kind of face that one can’t help but like.
Even if she’s up to mischief, one couldn’t bear to blame her.
Nie Jiuque had lived for thousands of years, seen all kinds of women, yet right now, he found himself looking at this one a few more times.
Not only because she looked pleasant, but also because of what she had just said.
"Who are you, so rude, I’ve been waiting so long, finally waited for the Ziqiong Tree to bear fruit, and you actually ate them all."
The person under the tree, hands on hips, angrily glared at him dressed in black robes atop the tree.
Thinking, is this person really from the Immortal Realm?
Even if she doesn’t recognize him, shouldn’t she recognize the Blood Crows?
All the Ziqiong Fruits were stolen, and this was her reaction?
No attempt to capture him with cries of attack, just upset he ate everything?
"Yes, I ate them all, so what?"
Nie Jiuque, somehow interested, spoke with a hint of laughter.
"You’re rude, not understanding first come, first served, don’t know how to share, taking without asking, is this your attitude?"
The person beneath the tree was red with anger.
"First come, first served? I seem to be the first one here. Taking without asking? Do I need to ask others for what I want?"
"No, I was waiting over there for a long time, I just accidentally fell asleep, I was the first one here." The person under the tree pointed to a nearby spot, righteously asserting.
Nie Jiuque was amused by her, his handsome face beneath the mask full of laughter.
"Little girl, this Ziqiong Fruit is a premium item in the Immortal Realm, enjoyed only by immortals of second rank and above, are you here to steal it so boldly?"