Chapter 108: Volume 1 Chapter 108: Demon Lord x Nine-Tailed Fox x Orthodox Sect Leader (13)

Snow-white sleeves drooped, and in the faint morning light they traced out a perfect picture.

"What happened ten years ago?"

Jiang Zhi pressed forward a step, grabbing his sleeve, and whispered, "Husband, why don't we go back and talk about ten years ago?"

For now, the male lead Huo Xiu Bai still lay unconscious nearby, and she felt it was strange.

Fu Xue lowered his gaze, hovering in midair, looking down at her, the corner of his mouth slightly curved into a gentle arc: "Come on."

Having spoken, he flew away.

The girl left behind lifted her head; the rising sun cast brilliant sunlight upon her face, revealing a bewildered expression.

He just left like that??

She had thought Huo Xiu Bai was dense enough, but she didn't expect the villain to be a blockhead too.

Jiang Zhi stood with arms crossed, brows furrowed, watching the direction the man had disappeared.

"I actually want to see how long it will take him to notice I didn't keep up."

The 777 who waited with Jiang Zhi kept track of the time.

Until an hour had passed.

Only then did the man in snow robes appear before her.

The returning Fu Xue saw the girl sitting on the rock, swaying her seven fox tails behind her in a coquettish manner.

"Why didn't you keep up?" he asked, puzzled.

Jiang Zhi adopted a sarcastic tone: "My lord, your speed leaves me utterly in the dust."

Fu Xue then realized the girl's cultivation was low; keeping up with his speed was simply impossible.

So…

Fu Xue's eyes softened with a faint smile as he stepped forward to her, saying, "Sorry, I didn't consider that."

If anyone else saw this, they'd surely have their eyes pop out.

The Demon Lord Fu Xue, who makes the three realms tremble at his name, actually apologized to a little demon.

Jiang Zhi, knowing when to stop, jumped down from the rock and opened her arms before him, tentatively asking, "May I hug you and leave together?"

Fu Xue extended his arms, scooping her up horizontally; through her red dress his fingertips faintly felt a softness, warm to the touch.

His body tensed slightly, and he paused there for a moment.

Seeing he hadn't moved for a while, Jiang Zhi swung her legs and asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

Could it be that she's too fat?

Fu Xue came to his senses and said, "Nothing."

The girl in his arms was light as a goose feather; the faint fragrance from her nose lingered, easily seeping into his five viscera and six bowels.

Fu Xue's fingers tightened imperceptibly, then he sprang up and, at great speed, swept past the horizon and departed.

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The Demon Realm lies in the most remote sealed land; the air is shrouded in thin black mist, drifting with fine gray fluff, the jagged stone peaks myriad and strange, spreading a deathly aura that makes one feel deeply uncomfortable.

Jiang Zhi coughed twice, involuntarily burying her face in the man's collar, her fingers tightly gripping his hem.

Fu Xue, seeing this, raised a finger and unfurled a barrier that enveloped them.

The barrier shut out all the gray fluff and dark deathly qi; Jiang Zhi exhaled, glanced up at the man, and couldn't help but smile.

"Thank you."

Fu Xue's gaze fell on the smile at her lips, his pupils flickering slightly.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

From the moment he first saw her, he knew this little fox demon was different from other demons, and indeed from all the races of the three realms.

In her gaze toward him there was not a trace of fear, only trust and intimacy.

If what she said were true—that they had married ten years ago—that would be quite nice.

Jiang Zhi rubbed her cheek against his chest and whispered, "You are my husband; why would I be afraid?"

Fu Xue liked hearing her call him husband, liked her gazing at him with those eyes.

He liked even more her reliance and closeness to him.

He let out a soft "hm."

Arriving at the highest peak of the Demon Realm, there stood the Demon Lord's palace.

Built from rare spirit stones, the structure was towering and magnificent, reaching the clouds.

Compared to the first sect, the Chengjian Sect, it was far more grandiose and luxurious.

The moment Fu Xue stepped into the Demon Realm, all the demon folk fell to their knees in devout frenzy.

The Demon Lord Fu Xue is their pillar, and also their faith.

They are the Demon Lord Fu Xue's most loyal followers.

Jiang Zhi looked on, somewhat surprised.

Following him into the palace, she felt waves of rich spiritual energy; if she cultivated here, she would likely break through soon.

It's too extravagant—who would use top-grade spirit stones as bricks to build a palace?

If she pried out a piece and left with it, she'd make a fortune.

"Now, can you tell me what happened ten years ago?"

Jiang Zhi no longer concealed anything, and told him the story she had just made up, in full detail.

She told it so convincingly that even 777 almost believed it.

Fu Xue's eyebrows and eyes showed an unexpected expression: "Is it me who is supposed to marry you?"

This is not like his nature.

He, who is blind and has lost his memory, would not lightly marry a woman.

Jiang Zhi nodded, "I pitied you and took good care of you… Who would have known you'd propose to me; I myself also fell for you, on our wedding night you……"

As she spoke, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her gaze in embarrassment.

Fuxue halted upon hearing the voice: "What?"

Jiang Zhi raised her slender, fair finger and pointed at his chest, righteously: "You promised me a lifetime together, never to part."

Yet I never expected that, just a few days later, you would vanish without a trace.

Fuxue said without hesitation: "Sorry."

Jiang Zhi felt increasingly ineffective, and unconsciously asked the system in her mind: "Is the villain a naïve sweetie?"

How does he believe everything she says?

It was the same before his amnesia, and it remains so after his memory returned.

777 was speechless: "I don't know either."

He is probably the one among all villains most likely to believe the Host's words.

Jiang Zhi thought it over and concluded that the villain must have cultivated himself into stupidity.

Seeing her not speak for a long time, Fuxue thought she was overly grieved and softly asked: "What do you want? I can give you anything."

Fuxue, who had never tried to please others, felt a bit at a loss.

Jiang Zhi bluntly said: "I want to be with you."

Fuxue: "Okay."

Jiang Zhi added: "Now I want you to kiss me."

Fuxue instinctively said okay; when he realized, his dark pupils constricted slightly, and he looked at her in surprise.

"Wh… what?"

For the first time in his life, he couldn't speak clearly.

Jiang Zhi snorted coldly, not waiting for him to retreat, stepped up to his face, pointed at her pursed lips, and said word by word: "Kiss, me."

Fuxue's thin lips tensed; he lowered his gaze to watch her close then open her pink lips, and suddenly vanished from the spot.

The man in the snow robe disappeared, and it was Jiang Zhi's turn to stand frozen in place.

"... His Love Points aren't 86?" She flipped through the system's data sheet in disbelief, making sure she hadn't misread.

She had been this proactive, yet the villain remained unmoved.

Could Fuxue have also cultivated the Ruthless Path??

Without waiting for 777's reply, Fuxue reappeared before her, tightly gripping the back of her head, his long arm extending to encircle her slender waist, and he leaned down to kiss her lips.

Jiang Zhi, taken aback, accepted his kiss; a clear, cool breath flooded her mouth, yet it was fervent and gentle, making her involuntarily lower her guard.