Ning Feiyan raised her teacup and clinked it against his, her hand casually resting on his waist.
"What’s there to worry about? Haven’t I weathered storms and tempests on my own all these years? Besides, there’s no need to strain myself to suppress this month’s outburst.
Once in a millennium, I’ve smoothly passed a tribulation of desire. The wounds on my body you painstakingly healed are giving me unprecedented relief, so there’s nothing to worry about. But you..."
She placed her teacup down, and pretended to straighten Baili An’s collar.
"You’ve been through a lot these days. The losses I’ve cost you should be compensated. If next year I have a need, I’ll come to you and borrow some comfort from you."
Having steered the topic away again, Baili An shook his head with a smile and said, "Next year is too far away. Once this wind and snow pass, I’ll come find you."
An Enchanting Demon who has seduced countless hearts never lacks men yearning to seek her.
But to Ning Feiyan, she has always been extremely annoyed by those who cling tightly.
To her, a genuine heart that can be fooled by false affection is worthless and can be discarded at will, let alone giving someone the chance to seek her out.
Ning Feiyan had yet to see Baili An act like those men of the past, eagerly presenting his heart to her.
Looking at his smile, she didn’t know why, words of rejection reached her lips but then went unsaid.
Instead, she simply smiled and said ambiguously, "After the wind and snow, I fear my belly will grow, and I’ll look dreadfully ugly, not wishing to see you."
Baili An chuckled softly, a peculiar joy reflected in his eyes.
In the end, at their farewell, Ning Feiyan relented and pleased him once more.
After tidying Baili An’s collar, Ning Feiyan suddenly sighed and said, "The Female Demon Lord is now obsessively entangled. If you’re determined to defy her will, one day you might drive her to madness to do something extreme and crazy.
If the situation truly reaches an irreversible point, hear my words, call her by her childhood name, and you might be able to return a bit of her humanity."
"A childhood name?" Baili An looked at Ning Feiyan in surprise. "You even know the Demon Lord’s childhood name?"
Ning Feiyan smiled, "Back then, she was the abandoned demon of Wasteland City, and I was merely a lowly Enchanting Demon. We joined forces to seize power together, so there are things I know that others don’t."
That said, she tiptoed and whispered in his ear, "Arao, her childhood name is Arao. If you find yourself in a death trap, call her, and she might lose her composure."
"Of course," Ning Feiyan’s lips curled into a slight smile, tinged with a glimmer of indifferent cruelty, "if you time it cleverly, and she loses her composure enough for you to strike, killing her to eliminate this threat wouldn’t be a mistake."
Baili An’s heart tightened, staring at her in silence.
Ning Feiyan left Li City early and did not intentionally conceal her departure from any spies in the city.
As she reached the city wall and summoned a White Eagle Demon Beast to fly north, the Demon Lord in the Netherworld Palace and Mi Lu in Zhaoyu Palace secretly dispatched silent dark tails to follow.
The Demon World is vast, yet all are Royal Territory.
Even knowing a fatal threat looms over her, where could Ning Feiyan possibly flee on this continent?
Many in the city speculated that the unusually intense rage the Demon Lord displayed over these four days was closely connected to Ning Feiyan.
Her hasty departure clearly indicated her intent to avoid catastrophe.
However, to those in the city, such a rushed and ill-prepared flight seemed utterly foolish.
Should the Demon Lord want a Demon Minister dead, it would take only one command.
Under the vast Demon Sky, what force would dare harbor her?
But after several days, the Royal Palace remained calm. Aside from the shadows sent to track her on the first day, no further kill order was issued, allowing Ning Feiyan to remain outside.
There were those speculating about the Lord’s thoughts, who even faintly sensed that the Si He Lord’s unsanctioned departure from the city didn’t anger Demon Lord as much as people imagined. In fact, his mood had been notably good recently.
During court sessions, when several Demon Officials made mistakes, Demon Lord’s punitive measures seemed less thunderous and more mild than in the past.
A steady stream of secret letters was sent to the Netherworld Palace, and shadows reported Ning Feiyan moving farther from the Demon State, while the Demon Lord’s mood visibly improved.
It seemed that as long as the Si He Lord remained away, the Lord’s mood would stay pleasant.
Under deep snow and the heavy chill of midnight, Chaling was exceptionally quiet at night.
In the vast quiet field, the mountain cicadas had ceased, and only the soft rustling of moths fluttering against the leaves could be heard. In the tea garden, fireflies dotted the wildflowers, flickering in the evening breeze. Check latest chapters at noᴠelfire.net
The aroma of tea wafted by as Baili An sat on the burial path, wind sweeping across the wild hills, wild grasses brushing his sleeves, with a green lamp shining quietly beneath his feet, casting a faint clear light, illuminating the hem of his robe.
The Ancient Sword, Heavenly Strategy Jun Mountain, was slanted into the ancient stone path, the considerably thick sword body shrouded in a trace of elusive black-gold Sword Qi, which under the dim clear light, exuded a few shades of mystery.
Baili An’s left palm rested on his knee, his right hand cradling a small-bodied three-headed Demon bird.
This bird was the Pici Bird, drawn from Ghost Mountain by the Heavenly Sword piercing Si Li’s chest.
The Pici Bird had once died in Ghost Mountain, but its obliterated body reformed thanks to the Xu Seal left by the Heroic Spirit Hongying in the Central Netherworld.