The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 105

Chapter 105

When Shi Zhihua returned, Tong Siqing and Ji Hui were nowhere to be seen.

She waited for a long time before the two finally came back.

Upon their return, Tong Siqing came to complain with great grievance: “Someone tried to assassinate us just now.”

Shi Zhihua’s eyes immediately turned cold, revealing her formidable side. Her hostility surged, and she asked in detail: “Where, who, and when? Who dares to be so audacious as to assassinate my people?”

While observing that Tong Siqing and Ji Hui were unharmed, she rapidly considered who could possibly harm them.

Tong Siqing shook her head, saying that neither she nor Ji Hui was injured.

They had only gone out for a casual walk and encountered many assassins. The assassins were all highly cultivated and moved with mysterious and unpredictable agility.

“It was truly terrifying,” Tong Siqing held out her palms for Shi Zhihua to see. “We were both startled, and our palms were all sweaty.”

Shi Zhihua took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat for her, but upon touching her hands, she found no sweat at all. Her rabbit’s hands were soft, warm, and clean, completely devoid of nervous perspiration.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

She turned to ask Ji Hui: “Are the assassins still around? Where are they hiding? I’ll get revenge for you.”

Ji Hui, who had been following Tong Siqing, had a look of calm acceptance, even a peaceful resignation, in her light brown eyes. Shi Zhihua’s heart sank when she saw that expression.

Could it be.

The assassins were too difficult to deal with?

“Were the enemies too tricky? You couldn’t handle them?” Shi Zhihua was slightly shocked and quickly asked, “Then how did the two of you escape?”

Ji Hui shook her head, the pendant on her forehead swinging in an arc with the movement.

She said: “I didn’t clearly see the assassins.”

Shi Zhihua was even more surprised: “Were the assassins’ cultivations that high? Were their movements so elusive that even you couldn’t trace them?”

One must know that the golden snake was the Demonic Venerable’s spiritual pet, relying on the “Emperor’s Scorn” and “Meridian Bell” for support. She shouldn’t have been scared by ordinary assassins. Even if Sheng Wen fought her, it would still take a while. It was impossible for her not to even detect their movements.

Shi Zhihua didn’t know if Tong Siqing was genuinely scared, but she herself was startled.

How could a foul ditch like the North Sea harbor such a profound and unpredictable powerhouse?

I’ve been here for so long and haven’t noticed anything!

This was truly as unsettling as encountering a ghost in broad daylight.

Shi Zhihua, the Demonic Venerable, was rarely flustered. After checking Tong Siqing again and confirming that she was truly unharmed, she said: “Don’t be afraid. With me here, the two of you won’t get hurt. Even if I can’t beat them, don’t forget your father is here. I’ll go meet the assassins first. If there’s really no other way, we’ll go find your father and have him come out to teach those assassins a lesson.”

Tong Siqing took a deep breath: “It’s fine now. I defeated them.”

Hearing her say this, Shi Zhihua also relaxed: “That’s for the best.”

However, my rabbit is quite formidable. She could easily take care of such elusive assassins, without even needing me to step forward.

Shi Zhihua sincerely praised her: “Siqing is amazing. Her cultivation is high, and her skills are superb.”

Tong Siqing smiled shyly and explained: “Not really…”

Ji Hui, whose eyes had been vacant for a while, finally elaborated on her previous statement: “The Master vanquished the enemies too quickly. I didn’t even get a clear look at what those people looked like.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Oh, so it wasn’t that the assassins’ movements were too elusive, but that my rabbit was too powerful. When she swiftly struck, she instantly reduced the enemies to ashes.

However…

Shi Zhihua silently looked at Siqing, thinking about the past. If this had happened before, the rabbit would have silently met and dealt with the enemy. Even after resolving the danger, she wouldn’t deliberately come to claim credit or act sweetly in front of her.

When encountering a strong enemy, she would likely face it with her sword and then innocently and obediently tell her. The enemy was weak. Don’t worry.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

The rabbit has changed. Although she’s still very capable in combat, she has become softer and cuter.

What else could she say? The Demonic Venerable had no choice but to pretend to stress the danger of the enemy, then heavily praise Tong Siqing’s high skills, flattering the rabbit until she was overjoyed and stuck to her side.

Ji Hui on the side was utterly numb from watching. She walked to the table, rested her arms on it, and leaned her head on her arms, watching the two of them.

“Ji Hui,” Shi Zhihua called her by her full name. “Come here. I have something to discuss with you.”

Ji Hui was about to take a brief rest, but being called by her full name by the Demonic Venerable startled her instantly, scaring her more than seeing a ghost. She immediately jumped off the chair and cautiously approached to receive her orders.

Shi Zhihua: “You don’t need to be so afraid of me.”

Bringing this up made her angry. Shi Zhihua thought, I didn’t treat her badly. Why is this golden snake always afraid of me when she grows up?

Shi Zhihua recalled: I only threw the golden snake into the ghost realm for a few months of trials, or sealed her in ice for a few days to calm her down, or picked her up by her triangular head and threw her out the window… it shouldn’t be that scary, right?

These are not big deals.

Shi Zhihua thought indignantly—Your master even buried you in the dirt, yet I don’t see you being afraid of her.

This is unfair. Shi Zhihua, the golden snake’s former master, was now feeling very complicated. She felt like a father who had raised a child, only to have the child, upon developing self-awareness, immediately gravitate towards the mother, ignoring the father, and even actively avoiding him.

In this situation, any father would feel a surge of resentment.

Shi Zhihua folded her arms, scrutinizing Ji Hui severely.

Ji Hui had grown taller recently, almost two-thirds her height. Shi Zhihua raised her hand to measure Ji Hui’s height, feeling a surge of satisfaction like a father whose daughter had grown up. After the satisfaction, she deliberately pulled a stern face.

What’s the use of growing up? You’re still an ungrateful wretch, aren’t you?

Shi Zhihua looked at Ji Hui’s fine, soft, and fluffy golden hair. She really wanted to reach out and touch it, but for the sake of her reputation, she couldn’t. She could only look down at the crown of her head and demand: “Ji Hui, now that you’ve killed the snake clan elder, how do you plan to handle the aftermath?”

Ji Hui lowered her head like a child being scolded: “I haven’t thought about it.”

Shi Zhihua stiffened her lips, thinking that she had asked a pointless question. How else could it be handled? Wouldn’t I, the Demonic Venerable, have to clean up the mess for her?

Little ungrateful wretch.

Wait, what was I originally going to ask?

Shi Zhihua had maintained a stern face for so long that she almost forgot what she truly needed to ask.

The two stood, one tall and one short, neither making a sound. Awkward silence began to spread…

Tong Siqing felt a headache watching their stubbornness but couldn’t think of a way to break the ice.

Oh, right!

Tong Siqing had a flash of inspiration and said to Ji Hui: “Are you uncomfortable in human form? If it’s difficult to speak, why don’t you transform into the golden snake and communicate with us telepathically? Maybe that will be smoother.”

Because she had a master-servant contract with Tong Siqing, Ji Hui and she were telepathically connected. Ji Hui immediately understood Tong Siqing’s intention, instantly transformed into the little golden snake, and obediently slithered into the Demonic Venerable’s sleeve.

Ji Hui poked her triangular head out, staring blankly at the Demonic Venerable with her black-bean-like eyes.

This familiar appearance immediately brought Shi Zhihua back to her old self.

She instantly relaxed, unable to resist reaching out to stroke the golden snake. The little snake immediately coiled around her slender fingertips, just as she used to do in the Abode of Indulgence when discussing matters with her subordinates, lounging on the sovereign’s seat, absentmindedly playing with the little snake in her hand while listening to the subordinates’ nonsense.

At that time, as the Demonic Venerable, she loved the golden snake so much.

The little golden snake was also very perceptive, trying to please her.

Shi Zhihua was a very dominant person. Her golden snake wholeheartedly followed her mood, knowing when to pop out of her sleeve to act cute, and when to transform into a large snake to swallow the heads of disobedient subordinates.

It saved the Demonic Venerable a lot of trouble.

With the familiar mode of interaction returning, Shi Zhihua also let out that suffocating breath.

She squeezed Ji Hui’s vital spot and said, as if talking to herself: “Your father and mother miss you very much. They want to know your intentions. Do you want to go back and see them?”

As Shi Zhihua spoke, she looked up and met Tong Siqing’s gaze.

They understood each other implicitly—

Going back to see them.

It’s very likely she won’t return.

Tong Siqing nodded. She knew that since Zhihua had brought it up, she intended for Ji Hui to meet her parents. If Zhihua didn’t want it, she wouldn’t have mentioned the topic at all.

It seems…

Sigh.

Tong Siqing slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she had returned to her clear and innocent look.

Seeing Ji Hui looking at her, she also spoke: “It’s alright. If you want to go see them, then go. Zhihua and I won’t blame you if you stay in the North Sea.”

The golden snake conveyed telepathically—I will only go back for a look.

Just a look. She still intended to return and follow the Venerable and the Master, serving them faithfully for the rest of her life.

The Abode of Indulgence was her home.

The debt to her parents had been severed when she was swapped for the weasel.

When her father and mother didn’t seek her out and tacitly allowed her to wander among the snake clan, she stopped hoping to be their daughter again.

Never mind.

Ji Hui rubbed against the Demonic Venerable’s sleeve, as if wiping away tears, her serpentine body undulating with a sense of loneliness.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Tong Siqing sat next to Zhihua with a hint of bitterness. They looked out the window together and noticed someone waiting outside.

It was Qing Lin and Su Rong.

Shi Zhihua spoke: “Come in.”

Qing Lin and Su Rong came in, carrying something.

Tong Siqing’s nose twitched, and her eyes immediately brightened with joy: “It’s delicious food!”

Su Rong smiled and opened the package: “This is a specialty of the North Sea. It’s said to be very tasty. We procured some for Your Excellency and Saint Siqing to try.”

Shi Zhihua looked at the food. Although it wasn’t familiar, it had a familiar scent. She asked: “What kind of specialty is this? I’ve never heard of it.”

Qing Lin quickly answered: “We don’t know what it is, but I saw many men and women in the North Sea eating it. It smells quite good. When Su Rong and I were strolling in the streets these days, we noticed that every evening, many people queue up to buy this stuff. It should be delicious. Don’t worry, Your Excellency, Su Rong and I have tried it. There’s no poison or side effects, and the taste is excellent, so we brought it for you to sample.”

Since both of them had tried it, Shi Zhihua was reassured.

However, before eating, she still thought for a moment and separated a portion.

She said: “Siqing, we’re going to see your father later. Let’s bring some for him too.”

Tong Siqing had already started eating, the pastry-like food smearing her cheek. She nodded happily while eating: “Mm-hmm, okay.”

After delivering the delicious food, Qing Lin and Su Rong left.

They didn’t dare to disturb the Demonic Venerable for too long, so they returned to their room together.

Back in the room, Qing Lin asked Su Rong: “Why are your cheeks a little flushed?”

Su Rong also felt a slight abnormality in her heart—a burning sensation, a haze, a warm current rising within, causing an unbearable itch.

“What kind of specialty is this? Does it have any effect?” Su Rong dampened a cloth with cold water, wiping her face while thinking, “Why is it only sold in the evening? Could it be…”

Qing Lin suddenly coughed a few times, leaning on the corner of the table, interrupting her: “Wait, I seem to be having some reaction too.”

Su Rong: “…”

What they didn’t know was that if the Demonic Venerable had thought a little longer, she would have remembered when she was first poisoned by the “Purple Black Depression” love poison, the powder was made from this very North Sea specialty.

The similar scent was because they shared the same origin.

A North Sea specialty, of course, cannot be separated from the North Sea customs.

There’s no need to elaborate on the North Sea customs; everyone clever knows.

Unfortunately, Shi Zhihua, the Demonic Venerable, was not a glutton and ate little. Before she could react, she had already taken the visibly flushed Tong Siqing to Sheng Wen’s residence.

Shi Zhihua thought Tong Siqing was blushing out of embarrassment, so she comforted her: “Control your emotions. This is your father. He doesn’t eat people. Don’t be so reserved.”

Tong Siqing also thought she was nervous and kept taking deep breaths to relax: “Okay, I’m not afraid. Let’s go give this to my father.”

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