The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Shi Zhihua rarely experienced such initiative from Tong Siqing and therefore cherished it even more.

She was still reclining lazily on the couch, long hair spread out, her beautiful eyes slightly closed.

What was even more unusual was that tonight, Tong Siqing hadn’t uttered a single word of refusal.

She wasn’t just compliant; she seemed to have instantly come to her senses.

Shi Zhihua had sealed her own circulation, making her feel as uncomfortable and powerless as a mortal. However, she was still an Heavenly Demon, and wouldn’t truly be unable to hold on even for a short while.

Shi Zhihua was curious and couldn’t help but ask: “Siqing, why are you so proactive tonight?”

In the past, during moments of intimacy, Shi Zhihua would praise her for being obedient or sensible, allowing herself to be handled, but today… Today’s Tong Siqing absolutely could not be described as “obedient.”

Shi Zhihua was somewhat disgruntled, thinking that she hadn’t mistreated her normally, so why was she so discontent?

“Wait,” Shi Zhihua suddenly failed to support her head, her palm slipped, and she fell onto the quilt. But Tong Siqing still ignored her feelings, burying her head and remaining immersed. Shi Zhihua’s voice became a little urgent, her languid eyes suddenly widened. She gripped Tong Siqing’s smooth hair with slight anger: “Siqing, this Venerable One told you to stop.”

Perhaps her voice was unusual. Tong Siqing finally stopped and looked up at her.

Something was wrong.

Tong Siqing’s eyes were very wrong.

Shi Zhihua’s face turned cold: “Who are you?”

Which minor demon, coveting her, had taken possession of Tong Siqing’s body?

That gaze was not the look Tong Siqing should have.

Shi Zhihua raised her hand to search her soul, but as soon as she extended her hand, she realized that she had already sealed her own pressure points.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Her fingers tightened, pinching the back of Tong Siqing’s neck, intending to teach her a lesson if she wasn’t the real Tong Siqing.

Tong Siqing’s eyes were no longer innocent. They were like a long-caged beast tasting meat for the first time, eager to swallow Shi Zhihua whole.

Shi Zhihua vaguely felt uneasy and asked her again, word by word: “This Venerable One asks you, are you, Tong Siqing?”

Tong Siqing still didn’t speak, her dark eyes staring at her quietly.

In the past, Tong Siqing’s dark eyes were larger and brighter than others. In the daytime, these eyes looked like an innocent fawn, which was very delightful. Tonight, late at night, her eyes were still that dark, but a darkness that made one feel apprehensive.

Shi Zhihua thought: Could this girl have been ensnared by something?

Shi Zhihua wasn’t genuinely unable to break through the sealed pressure points. Although she had completely sealed herself, at a moment of crisis, she could still forcefully unseal them.

However, forcefully breaking the seal would likely bring about a backlash.

Spitting up a few mouthfuls of blood would really ruin the mood at a time like this.

Shi Zhihua had watched her return all the way and hadn’t encountered anyone else. It was unlikely that any demon would dare to take possession of Tong Siqing’s body right in front of her, the Demon Lord.

Most likely…

Tong Siqing had ensnared herself.

Because she had been complaining about a headache tonight, maybe Sheng Wen had sealed something in her head, and it had been released coincidentally after coming to the Scarlet Sky Realm.

Shi Zhihua carefully felt Tong Siqing’s essence, confirming that the person was still the same person.

Maybe her head wasn’t very clear, but it could be forgiven.

Shi Zhihua relaxed her tension. She wasn’t particularly inclined to control her anymore. Since Tong Siqing was being proactive for once, she might as well naturally enjoy it.

Shi Zhihua instructed her: “Don’t be too mischievous. This Venerable One is not…”

The word “mischievous” had just left her mouth when Tong Siqing physically demonstrated what “mischievous” meant. The other party actually tore off her undergarment without a word, ripped it into several strips, folded her arms behind her back, and tied them tightly.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Tong Siqing! If you continue like this, I will get angry!

Shi Zhihua was speechless, suddenly pushed into the silk quilt, getting a mouthful of hair: “Tong! Si! Qing!”

Tong Siqing ignored her.

She bullied her exactly as she intended.

“Oh, you! I didn’t know you were so good at tormenting people!”

Shi Zhihua removed the black hair from her mouth, trying with difficulty to twist her head to glare at her. But before she could complete the action of “turning her head to look at the other party,” Tong Siqing roughly flipped her over.

Shi Zhihua was caught off guard, pressing down on her restrained arms, her shoulder exposed, her face filled with shock.

Looking up into Tong Siqing’s eyes, Shi Zhihua awkwardly realized a problem—she had cursed too soon.

“Speak, are you mute?” Shi Zhihua said. “This Venerable One is not refusing to cooperate with you.”

Tong Siqing stared at her quietly. After a long time, she said something utterly astonishing: “I don’t need your cooperation.”

Shi Zhihua: ???

Do you know what you are saying?

Shi Zhihua felt as though she had been struck by a bolt of lightning, extremely shocked. No way? When did Tong Siqing learn this?

Where did she learn it?

Shi Zhihua: “Did that broken mirror corrupt you?”

Tong Siqing didn’t answer. She was too calm, her movements flowing like water, as if she had rehearsed it a million times, exhausting the mighty Demon Lord until she lost her temper.

Because her circulation was sealed, Shi Zhihua quickly became tired.

She retracted her previous statement. She hadn’t realized a mortal body was so fragile. It was much easier being the Demon Lord.

“This Venerable One is tired. Release me. I will accompany you to continue playing after I unseal my pressure points,” Shi Zhihua tried to beg her. “Alright?”

Tong Siqing was firm: “Not alright.”

Shi Zhihua’s red eyes opened wide: “Say that again? What is wrong with you tonight?”

“I said—Not, al, right,” Tong Siqing leaned down, pinching her chin. “Not alright, not alright, not alright…”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Very well, she’s delusional from the fever.

Even if she had become a silly rabbit, Shi Zhihua couldn’t bear to kick her away and could only continue to endure with her tired body, sacrificing herself for the rabbit.

Forget it.

She would settle the score properly after she woke up.

Shi Zhihua mentally calculated ten thousand ways to discipline the rabbit. Towards the latter half, she could barely hold on, often having to grind her teeth in resentment, her fingers clenching until they cracked.

She was so tired.

What kind of torment was this?

Why did she have to follow that ridiculous Lover’s Knot story?

Such a terrible story, and she still fell for it.

Shi Zhihua’s patience was exhausted. She turned her back regardless: “No more. This Venerable One is going to rest.”

Tong Siqing finally showed a hint of emotion. Her tone carried a slight query, so faint it sounded like a madman’s sarcasm: “Did I agree?”

Shi Zhihua thought: Nonsense. Does this Venerable One need your permission to sleep? Look how late it is. If you’re not sleeping, this Venerable One still needs to sleep.

“I don’t agree.”

Saying this, Tong Siqing turned Shi Zhihua’s shoulder, forcing her to look at her: “Can’t—stop—”

This “can’t stop” was either answering the previous question or referring to Shi Zhihua.

Normally, Shi Zhihua would definitely argue with her and prove a point.

But today was an exception. She was extremely exhausted and didn’t want to argue over this childish issue.

Shi Zhihua closed her eyes, intending to unilaterally end it.

Yes.

She had unilaterally ended it, but Tong Siqing had unilaterally started again.

Shi Zhihua opened her eyes, her voice icy: “Tong Siqing, you’re never going to stop, are you?”

Tong Siqing’s voice was muffled: “You sleep.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

When she felt the coldness of separation followed immediately by heat, a surge of anger instantly rose in her. But before she could open her mouth to express her fury, she was suddenly dragged a long distance.

Her black hair was completely messed up.

Shi Zhihua: “Tong! Si! Qing!”

Tong Siqing’s behavior made her feel an unprecedented panic. The Demon Lord’s voice was finally no longer languid, and the feeling of powerlessness made her inevitably speak sharply.

“Stop it, are you crazy?”

Shi Zhihua really wanted to curse.

In the past, she was the one soothing Tong Siqing not to cry. But today, well, she had not only begged the other party but also wanted to curse.

Shi Zhihua ultimately couldn’t bring herself to hit her and could only heavily slap the bed to express her anger.

Unfortunately, the anger was ineffective.

Because she was lifted, she lost her balance and fell backward again, pressing her palms onto her hair, pulling painfully at her scalp.

For the next few hours, whether Shi Zhihua reasoned with her, talked about their feelings, or discussed the grand plan of unifying the world, the other party was completely uninterested.

Tong Siqing’s goal was very clear.

Her unwavering determination left Shi Zhihua astonished.

In the first half, Shi Zhihua was still rational enough to be angry or speak, but later, she couldn’t even talk, only managing to sporadically utter a few words related to Tong Siqing.

As dawn approached, Tong Siqing mercifully unsealed her pressure points.

Shi Zhihua couldn’t speak and could only transmit a message: “You finally remembered to unseal me.”

If she didn’t recover her cultivation soon, she, the mighty Demon Lord, would die here.

What kind of situation was this? It was like a fight, raging from one spot to another, crisscrossing, shoulders exposed, back arched, things thrown all over the place, like a house demolition.

Is this what they call a cornered rabbit biting people?

Shi Zhihua had always paid attention to aesthetics in this regard, not only playing but also stopping to comfort the other person. She would never be like Tong Siqing.

Shi Zhihua was humiliated. She covered her face with her black hair, not wanting to speak.

Tong Siqing wouldn’t allow it. She immediately pushed the dark hair aside and looked at her face: “Venerable Lord.”

Shi Zhihua’s voice was faint: “Go away.”

She had to admit, Tong Siqing was incredibly gifted after she ‘came to her senses.’ Even she wasn’t enough for her to play with.

Shi Zhihua was starting to doubt herself.

Had she been too gentle all along? Had she driven the rabbit mad?

“Venerable Lord, you truly are beautiful,” Tong Siqing stared at her intently with those extremely dark and bright eyes, her gaze burning, as if trying to unravel her layer by layer. “Such a beauty, just one look makes a person unable to move. How could one bear to kill you?”

Shi Zhihua sensed that the other party might be about to say something and quickly focused her attention.

It was almost dawn outside.

Tong Siqing’s eyes were a little unfocused. She swayed her head, supported by her hand.

Shi Zhihua grabbed her: “Keep talking. What were your thoughts when you first saw this Venerable One?”

Tong Siqing returned to her senses: “Very beautiful, wanted to get close.”

Shi Zhihua was puzzled: “Only that?”

Was there nothing else, like being moved, or infatuation…?

Tong Siqing simply said: “Very pretty.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

She hadn’t expected that she, the Demon Lord, would have a day where she served someone with her beauty. Even stranger, when she heard this answer, she wasn’t shocked or angry, but rather felt a little grateful for her looks.

How pathetic…

Shi Zhihua: “Oh.”

Even this answer was better than “not in love at all” and “not knowing what liking is.” At least she was the most beautiful and could rely on that to keep Tong Siqing.

With her sealed pressure points unsealed, Shi Zhihua finally recovered. The exhaustion and drowsiness had just begun to recede, but her heart had not yet calmed down.

Just when she thought Tong Siqing was going to quiet down, tidy up, and prepare to sleep.

The person leaned against her again.

Shi Zhihua’s voice was faint: “Don’t tell this Venerable One that you…”

“I unsealed your pressure points for you. You must be well-rested now,” Tong Siqing retorted. “Otherwise, why would I help you unseal them?”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

You wouldn’t possibly think that after you helped this Venerable One unseal her pressure points, I would still let you manipulate me as before, would you?

How naive.

Shi Zhihua sneered: “Then you have the guts to try.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she instantly launched a sneak attack with a palm strike—

She had expected Tong Siqing to take it obediently, but the other party actually dodged and, while doing so, summoned her treasured sword.

Shi Zhihua’s pupils contracted. In the next instant, she put on her clothes, her demonic qi protecting her body. She leaned leisurely against the couch: “What do you mean by this?”

She had never experienced Tong Siqing’s spells, nor had they ever fought.

Because Tong Siqing rarely beat people up in front of her, in her mind, Tong Siqing seemed like a fragile, helpless little white rabbit.

Even if the other party summoned the Jade Spirit Sword, what could it do?

Would she actually use the sword to hurt her?

Shi Zhihua scoffed: “Then let this Venerable One experience your skills.”

The last moment before dawn.

Several structures in the staggered, courtyard-style inn were blown up by someone.

Many people were awakened from their sleep, rushing outside in fear.

Qing Lin also escaped. She saw Su Rong standing there, both of them looking bewildered.

Qing Lin asked: “What happened?”

Su Rong’s expression was grave: “I don’t know, but the opponent’s cultivation must be very deep. They were so brutal, directly using internal force to blow up many areas.”

Qing Lin felt something was very wrong and quickly searched the crowd for the Demon Lord and Tong Siqing.

“Could the Venerable Lord and the others still be asleep?” Qing Lin was a little panicked. “Let’s go look for the Venerable Lord, otherwise, I worry they might be in danger.”

Su Rong thought that made sense: “Let’s go.”

Their Venerable Lord was indeed in danger.

Shi Zhihua was on the verge of breaking out in a cold sweat.

If Tong Siqing hadn’t calmed down only after dawn, she would have been almost unable to defeat Tong Siqing just now. Tong Siqing was too insane.

The other party’s goal was very simple—to force her to submit.

To achieve her goal, her methods were extremely vicious, fast, and ruthless. Aside from not harming her, all the furnishings in the room were blasted into dust.

Even crazier was that Tong Siqing held the Jade Spirit Sword, slicing her clothes inch by inch. Her hand was indeed steady, only taking apart one layer of silk clothing at a time, but it was genuinely terrifying.

The other party was bold and skillful, but Shi Zhihua was truly frightened.

After several evasions and maneuvers, the Jade Spirit Sword hadn’t harmed a single strand of her hair, but several layers of her clothes had been sliced open and stripped away.

Finally, Tong Siqing actually threw the sword. The long, slender blade pinned her large sleeve to the door, directly securing her, person and clothes, in place.

Shi Zhihua tugged at her sleeve, but it wouldn’t budge.

She was genuinely angry at that moment, condensing her demonic qi and intending to push it toward the other party.

Tong Siqing wasn’t afraid and met it directly—

The two competed in cultivation, fighting to a standstill. In today’s battle, Shi Zhihua realized that the other party was indeed her equal.

She struggled to resist.

Watching as the internal force both of them poured in increased, the room was quickly unable to withstand it…

White light flared intensely. Unless both parties stopped at the same time, one of them would be injured.

Shi Zhihua wanted to negotiate a simultaneous stop, but she felt this approach was not very safe.

Anyway, she wasn’t one of those righteous gentlemen. After thinking it over, she had no choice but to show weakness to Tong Siqing, agreeing to her request. Then, the two of them simultaneously diverted their opposing internal force, sending it flying out and exploding countless buildings outside.

Shi Zhihua let out a sigh of relief, looking at the wide-open doorway, her gaze scattered, doubting her life.

The moment before dawn, she was pulled back onto the couch, her eyes vacant.

Dawn broke, and the Demon Lord was practically half-dead from the exertion.

At least Tong Siqing had returned to normal, and she closed her eyes weakly.

Qing Lin rushed over.

Seeing the broken walls and ruins here, she and Su Rong cried out in grief, their voices tearing: “Venerable—Lord—”

“Not dead, still alive,” Shi Zhihua weakly released a sentence. “Don’t come closer, all of you scram.”

Qing Lin pulled Su Rong and ran: “Yes, Venerable Lord.”

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