The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Tong Siqing was trembling like a startled rabbit.

Although Tang Zihui had threatened her maliciously, she had taken his words to heart.

He said that the Demon Lord hated those who betrayed her the most, and the last subordinate who betrayed her had been thrown to the wolves.

Tong Siqing was terrified. She was afraid that one day her true identity would be exposed and Zhihua would look at her with distrust. If there was even a hint of disdain in her eyes, Tong Siqing would be incredibly, terribly sad.

Tong Siqing cried genuinely, and once she started, she couldn’t stop.

Shi Zhihua was on the verge of losing her mind from the crying. As the Demon Lord, she only knew how to make people cry, but not how to comfort them… she had absolutely no experience in that area.

A little flustered, she pointed at Tang Zihui on the ground and whispered to Tong Siqing: “How about I kill him to vent your anger?”

Tang Zihui: “…”

Wuu wuu.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing her words, Tong Siqing’s tears not only didn’t stop but intensified.

Shi Zhihua never thought she would one day be rendered helpless by someone’s crying. She held her arms with a feeling of vexation, recalling her usual methods of venting frustration, and tried to suggest again: “Or, I can find a few people for you to kill for fun.”

Tong Siqing was startled, and the tears immediately stopped.

In her impression, Zhihua had a very good temper, rarely got angry, and even when she did, she quickly calmed down. The rumors of bloodlust and ruthlessness seemed false. Now, she belatedly realized something…

The other woman was the Great Villain. She possessed all the qualities a villain should have: mass murderer, cruel and merciless, proud of her beauty and arrogant.

She had simply failed to notice it all this time.

Tong Siqing: QvQ

Please don’t throw her to the wolves!

Tong Siqing wiped away her tears and weakly tugged at her sleeve: “Don’t kill anyone.”

Shi Zhihua, who had already been contemplating the matter, put the thought aside when the girl objected: “Fine~ I’ll listen to you.”

Tang Zihui, lying flat on the ground, held his breath and pretended to be completely dead.

His sobriety was beyond recovery.

Even being injured like this couldn’t quell the Demon Lord’s anger. Shi Zhihua frowned with exasperation. Her thin lips tightened, and the curve of her mouth gradually became severe. When she spoke, she easily determined Tang Zihui’s fate: “Tang Zihui, drunk, accidentally stumbled into the Palace of Decadence and Lust’s formation. Unfortunately trapped, he failed to escape in time and was found dead the next day.”

This was an indirect message to the patrolling guards: No need to save him; just wait until tomorrow to bury him.

Tang Zihui accepted that this would be his outcome. A man who mocked the Demon Lord after drinking was already fortunate not to be sliced into a thousand pieces.

It was all his fault for drinking a bit and not being entirely clear-headed.

“Th-thank you… Venerable Lord.”

Tang Zihui closed his eyes, thinking that the Venerable Lord had still shown mercy. She hadn’t crushed his soul. This level of punishment wasn’t too severe for a demon like him. Dying once was not a major issue. After recuperating his soul for a period, he could be resurrected.

Tong Siqing shook her head at Shi Zhihua: “Venerable Lord, can you not kill him? He will die.”

Tang Zihui’s eyes snapped open in utter disbelief!

No! Please, please don’t plead for me! This punishment is quite good! Death is not a big deal! Suffering torment while alive is the real agony!

Shi Zhihua smiled: “Have you gone soft-hearted?”

Tong Siqing seriously considered it from the Demon Lord’s perspective: “He seems to hold a high position. If the Venerable Lord kills him, won’t it cause dissatisfaction among others?”

“No one dares to be dissatisfied with my decisions,” Shi Zhihua stood with her hands behind her back, looking down at Tang Zihui. “On the contrary, if I fail to distinguish between reward and punishment, that is what will breed resentment in the hearts of the Demon Realm.”

She explained. In the Demon Realm, the line between life and death is not clearly defined. The souls of demons and fiends do not dissipate. Therefore, only the strong have the right to speak standing up.

Whether it be a fiend or a demon, weakness is the original sin. Only by being strong will people admire and respect you. No one wants to be a useless good person.

As long as your power is strong enough, everything you do is justified.

Therefore, even her unpredictable moods and ruthless cunning become a unique charm, causing everyone to cater to her temperament.

And if she grants the subordinates a small favor, those kneeling subordinates will feel immensely grateful, as if bathed in a spring breeze.

The immensely grateful Tang Zihui: “…”

How true.

Tong Siqing’s eyes widened in surprise. Her clear pupils were filled with a new realization: “Wow.”

Shi Zhihua liked to be looked at this way. Even though she received countless such gazes daily, she was exceptionally fond of Tong Siqing’s look of admiration.

It made her heart feel very satisfied, more gratifying than hearing ten thousand compliments from her subordinates.

Tong Siqing’s eyes were beautiful, the most beautiful Shi Zhihua had ever seen. Although the current scene was far from romantic, she couldn’t help but reach out and touch the girl’s eyelashes.

They were still damp with tears, like rhododendrons blooming in the morning. The long, curled lashes were thick and continuous, like delicate, pretty petals. The curl was perfectly beautiful, and the tiny fragments of light in her pupils were like dotted stamens. No matter how she looked at them, they were beautiful.

A flower worthy of meticulous admiration, from its entirety to its details, all deserving of praise.

This pair of eyes was utterly flawless.

Shi Zhihua was suddenly moved. No matter how inappropriate the setting was, she couldn’t resist.

Tong Siqing stared at Shi Zhihua with a pure gaze, noticing that her eyes suddenly held many complex things, but she couldn’t understand what they meant. If she had to try to articulate it… it was like a hidden hunter revealing a determined gaze toward its prey.

The possessiveness and deterrence were overwhelming.

Shi Zhihua lowered her eyebrows and looked down at her. Her brows gradually tightened inward. At the same time, her upper eyelids slightly covered her pupils, and her dark lashes lowered. It was seemingly a sign of relaxation, yet a closer look showed the muscles under her eyes were tensed.

This expression was undoubtedly contradictory, yet strangely harmonious… and perfectly matched her current demeanor.

Tong Siqing was somewhat stunned, instinctively taking a step back.

The next second, her shoulder was grabbed, and she could not retreat further.

Shi Zhihua asked her: “Are you afraid of me now, the me right now?”

Tong Siqing slowly nodded, then quickly shook her head.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Tong Siqing explained: “Master’s eyes are very strange, but I can’t say how.”

Master?

Shi Zhihua suddenly remembered a detail. This girl, Tong Siqing, calls her ‘Master’ when she feels threatened. Today, in public, she called her ‘Venerable Lord’.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

If that was the case… then Tong Siqing’s words were truly counterproductive.

The moments she felt the most danger were precisely when Shi Zhihua was most likely to act on her impulses. Calling her that at such times—wasn’t that adding fuel to the fire?

Shi Zhihua certainly felt that way.

Whenever those two words came out of Tong Siqing’s mouth, her urge to inflict pain would rapidly surge. She desperately wanted to bully the girl.

Shi Zhihua took a deep breath, suppressing the irritation in her heart.

She convinced herself, How could Tong Siqing be afraid of me? She is the pearl raised in the palm of the Sage-Scribe. There shouldn’t be anything in the world she fears.

Tong Siqing: “I am afraid.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Afraid of what? What is there to be afraid of?

“When you get too close, I feel very uncomfortable physically,” Tong Siqing said. “It’s like suddenly poking my head out of an ice-cold pool, suffocating, and then suddenly inhaling fresh air…”

She pointed to her chest and murmured. Here, it stutters, and then pounds violently.

Shi Zhihua’s expression went blank for a moment. With the girl’s candid description… her own heart couldn’t help but pound wildly in response.

She looked at Tong Siqing’s innocent expression and thought. She must be developing feelings for me.

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