The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Tong Siqing noticed the slight dip beside her and rubbed her eyelids before looking.

Oh, so Zhihua was back.

Tong Siqing turned over to face her, mumbling: “Master is finally finished with work.”

When she called her this, her eyes held no trace of familiarity, only reverence and innocence, mixed with a hazy sleepiness.

Because the bed was exceptionally comfortable and warm, Tong Siqing felt soft and radiated heat. Even her words carried a certain gentle sweetness.

“Mm.”

Shi Zhihua only let out a single, monotonous breath sound.

Of course, if Tong Siqing were more awake right now and looked at the other woman, she would find that the Demon Lord lying beside her was in a very bad state.

Shi Zhihua was propped up on her arm, looking at her sideways. Her eyes already showed signs of demonization. Her long hair, like fine silk, trailed down to her waist. A few strands had been carelessly pressed beneath Tong Siqing’s body; she didn’t know when that happened.

Perhaps when the girl rolled over and turned her back to her again.

Tong Siqing was sleeping soundly, her combed coiled hair drooping like a white rabbit’s ears, quietly resting behind her head. The small decorative fluff on it was slightly frayed from sleeping too long.

Shi Zhihua watched silently for a while, then raised her hand to gently smooth the unruly white fluff.

Her movements were exceedingly gentle…

No one knew how irritable she was feeling right now. Half an hour ago, she was intent on digging three feet deep to find the girl, and once found, she would torment her severely, letting her know the consequences of betrayal.

Even though she had now discovered it was just a misunderstanding, she couldn’t fully calm down. She couldn’t even control her violent urges. In reality, her usual noble elegance was just a facade. The higher the cultivation of a demon, the more savage and unrestrained they were.

And as the Demon Lord, she didn’t need to brand herself as a righteous gentleman like those in the Immortal Realm. She could be moody and bloodthirsty. Even if she were to pick up Tong Siqing and eat her alive right now, no one would object to her actions.

Yes.

What was she restraining?

She stared at the girl’s back, thinking, Who am I angry with?

Shi Zhihua squeezed her eyes shut tightly, unsure if she was trying to stop the process of demonization or accelerate it.

She reached out towards the girl’s weak and fragile neck. Her long fingers rested on it, gradually tightening.

It was like grasping a rabbit, feeling the pulsing heartbeat in her hand, watching its vitality slowly drain away into her palm.

If I kill her like this, those people in the Immortal Realm will surely be heartbroken.

Shi Zhihua’s expression was dark. Her fingers gradually moved forward, sliding towards the girl’s throat… and then she felt the girl’s Adam’s apple move slightly.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Shi Zhihua’s voice was a little hoarse. The urge to kill had not yet subsided.

“Did something happen outside? It’s a bit noisy, but it’s not very important. I can sleep…” Tong Siqing said softly. She didn’t turn back, but continued to find a comfortable sleeping position. “Good night, Master.”

“You sleep on the same bed as I do. How can I sleep peacefully?” Shi Zhihua said faintly, holding her against her back and asking, “…Did you sleep well just now?”

Tong Siqing: !!!

She was suddenly wide awake!

Why? Because she was forced to feel the warmth and softness of Zhihua’s body pressed against her back.

Tong Siqing’s face instantly flushed, and she could only continue to pretend to sleep.

Shi Zhihua chuckled, pointing a finger lightly towards the window lattice. The noise outside instantly quieted, likely due to a barrier being set up.

“Asleep?” Shi Zhihua asked gently. “Truly asleep?”

Tong Siqing thought for a moment and whispered a low “Mm.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

“I was very angry today,” Shi Zhihua murmured to herself while reaching out to touch her neck again. Only this time, she didn’t squeeze but followed the line of her throat downwards. Although her movements were not entirely innocent, her words were very serious and sincere.

They also carried a hint of weary melancholy.

Tong Siqing didn’t know what she was troubled by. She was the supreme ruler of the Demon Realm; was there anyone who dared to disobey her will?

Had she encountered some difficulty?

Tong Siqing was completely ignorant of these matters. She only knew that Zhihua’s hands were so hot, resting on her chest like sparks lighting dry grass, a tingling, dense sensation.

“Weren’t you asleep?” Shi Zhihua noticed Tong Siqing’s uneasy retreat and deliberately teased her. “What’s wrong?”

Tong Siqing could only say: “Nothing.”

“Nothing…” Shi Zhihua mused over the two words, not hearing any sense of resistance in them. She then pressed her advantage: “If nothing’s wrong, then move closer.”

Tong Siqing slowly blinked her eyes: “Mm.”

Only when her wish was granted did Shi Zhihua let out a deep sigh—finally, the savagery and hostility in her heart were suppressed.

The unsuspecting Tong Siqing was still looking at her curiously. Shi Zhihua gently wiped a tiny bead of sweat from the tip of the girl’s nose and soothed her: “Sleep now.”

Tong Siqing’s voice was even softer: “Okay.”

The next day.

When Tong Siqing woke up, she was shocked to find the atmosphere in the Palace of Decadence and Lust unusually solemn. Even the air carried the distinctive smell of cold, dark steel weapons.

Who was the Demon Realm going to war with?

The North Sea?

Zhihua was nowhere to be found, so Tong Siqing had to walk out of the bedchamber alone.

The Palace of Decadence and Lust was indeed filled with a large crowd, all wearing the Demon Realm’s armor and holding weapons, awaiting orders from those above.

The formation was solemn. Tong Siqing walked through the middle as if no one else was there, noticing everyone staring at her.

Tong Siqing: “???”

Huh? Why are they all looking at me?

Tong Siqing didn’t understand. Then she looked up towards the highest point—Shi Zhihua, dressed in black and red robes, was listening to a subordinate’s report.

On the other side, several white-robed Immortals were caged.

Tong Siqing looked closely—Wasn’t that Bai Xian, her former fellow disciple?

It was only now that Tong Siqing recalled the celestial secret she had glimpsed she was the protagonist in the story, and Zhihua was the biggest villain. Many people in this world would love Zhihua, willing to be her puppets and fight for her.

Like Bai Xian now.

When Tong Siqing was a junior, Bai Xian was her fellow sister disciple. This Senior Sister Bai Xian had always been high-and-mighty and strict in her impression. If she hadn’t glimpsed the celestial secret a few days ago, she wouldn’t have known that Senior Sister Bai Xian actually liked the Demon Lord.

According to the celestial secret’s instruction, Senior Sister Bai Xian would fall in love with the Demon Lord after being captured by the Demon Realm. Even if she was later released back to the Xianning Sect, her heart would remain in the Demon Realm, and she would even willingly steal information for the Demon Lord.

Tong Siqing hadn’t completely memorized everything when she glimpsed the celestial secret, and some minor details were unclear. But she remembered—Senior Sister Bai Xian developed feelings for the Demon Lord precisely because she was released by her.

For some reason, when Tong Siqing thought of this, her heart felt a little uncomfortable, as if pricked by a fine needle, a sensation she couldn’t quite describe.

Not far away, the Demon Lord frowned, glancing toward the cage.

Surong: “Since the person has been found, why doesn’t the Venerable Lord simply release them back to Xianning…”

Shi Zhihua interrupted her: “Release them? Give me a reason.”

Surong carefully replied: “To make an example of them, telling Xianning to behave itself.”

Shi Zhihua was very, very, very reluctant to release them, because her original intention was to kill these Xianning captives as sacrifices for the war. Who would have thought that Tong Siqing was actually found?

Thinking about it again, since Tong Siqing hadn’t left, it meant the Sage-Scribe’s apology and attitude were sincere, and the Demon Realm was the one making a blunder, almost attacking them directly.

“Since the other party has no intention of starting a war, I am not such a warmonger,” Shi Zhihua appropriately made a concession, while thinking she might as well do a favor, release the captives, and incidentally warn the Sage-Scribe. So she glanced towards the cage and spoke languidly, “In that case, then…”

Huh?

Why is Tong Siqing here?

Shi Zhihua was speaking slowly, about to release the captives, when she noticed Tong Siqing walking toward her. Remembering the girl’s absolute compliance last night, her mood significantly improved. Just as she was about to pull the girl over to sit, she saw Tong Siqing kneel down decisively in front of her.

Shi Zhihua: “???”

What is this about?

Tong Siqing: “I beg the Venerable Lord to release them.”

Tong Siqing’s reason was simple Zhihua definitely wanted to release them but was too proud to say it. She needed someone to give her a way out so she could successfully release them.

Tong Siqing thought happily, She finally understood what Zhihua was troubled by last night!

Driven by the notion of sharing the other woman’s burden, she decided to put on a performance with Zhihua. That way, the other woman would be happy.

Surong, seeing this scene, inwardly cried out in alarm. The Demon Lord was about to release them, but Tong Siqing’s intervention instantly changed her expression.

According to their Venerable Lord’s temperament, persuading her to be merciful was not impossible, but the person advising her had to have a good reason, and there shouldn’t be too many of them. If too many people persuaded her, she would do the opposite kill the captives outright.

Surong frantically signaled Tong Siqing to get up quickly.

Tong Siqing finally caught the signal, but misunderstood it again she thought she wasn’t acting realistically enough and needed to escalate.

Just then, Shi Zhihua suddenly asked her: “Why are you pleading for them?”

Tong Siqing was about to think of a reply when she saw the Demon Lord point to the most beautiful Senior Sister Bai Xian and question: “This woman, do you know her?”

Of course she knew her, Tong Siqing thought, feeling mystified.

She replied: “She is my fellow disciple.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Very good, very good.

Pleading for an outsider, are we? You don’t want me to kill your little Senior Sister, do you?

Shi Zhihua coldly glanced at the white-robed woman in the cage. Seeing her superior looks and exceptionally dignified temperament, Shi Zhihua was instantly overcome with jealousy.

She hated that Tong Siqing, who was supposed to be emotionally sluggish, would actually plead for another woman.

Why did she pretend in front of her that she understood nothing and treated everyone the same? But the moment she discovered her Senior Sister was about to be sacrificed, she dared to risk grave danger to plead?

Tong Siqing didn’t notice the Demon Lord’s unusual emotions, because she had turned to look at Senior Sister Bai Xian. The tall woman in white looked fragile yet stubborn. Although she was injured, her back was still straight.

Tong Siqing winked at her—Senior Sister, don’t be afraid. You’ll be able to leave here soon.

Bai Xian’s gaze flickered. She looked at Tong Siqing with a complicated expression, then opened her mouth towards Tong Siqing, seemingly saying something.

On the high platform, Shi Zhihua’s face completely darkened this time she saw it with her own eyes! What were those two doing, exchanging meaningful glances!

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