The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 77

Chapter 77

It didn’t take much time for the Demon Lord in the Mirage Domain to change her attitude toward Tong Siqing.

She began to learn to be a little better to the other party and was even willing to listen to stories the other party told, which featured her name but didn’t belong to her.

After listening to Tong Siqing’s story, the Demon Lord felt a little lonely.

“She treats you very well, doesn’t she?” the Demon Lord asked. “Why is she so good to you? Was this determined from the very beginning?”

Tong Siqing said: “Zhihua has always been very good. She is very good to everyone.”

The Demon Lord shook her head: “No, according to what you’ve said, she is not the kind of person who is good to everyone. She merely pretends to be kind in your eyes.”

Tong Siqing widened her eyes to look at her.

The Demon Lord continued: “Since it is the same person, you should also know that her nature is the same as mine. There is tyranny in her heart.”

The Demon Lord said this merely to speak ill of the Shi Zhihua outside the Mirage Domain, hoping the person in front of her would naturally submit to her.

But Tong Siqing didn’t pick up on the hidden meaning at all.

Her eyes lit up: “That means Zhihua restrained the evil thoughts in her heart because she loves me.”

The Demon Lord: “…”

The hint failed.

The Demon Lord could only change her approach: “Since she can do these things, this Venerable One can do them too. In any case, you won’t be able to leave the Mirage Domain anytime soon. You might as well stay by my side with peace of mind.”

Tong Siqing moved away slightly: “But we are not familiar with each other.”

“Not familiar?” The Demon Lord almost choked when she heard these two words. How long has it been? I patiently tolerated her step by step. I finally put away my bad temper and was willing to accept her, and she gives me ‘not familiar’?

“Not familiar?” The Demon Lord’s expression turned severe. “If we are not familiar, why are you always willing to stay in the Yu Yin Palace and often help this Venerable One?”

Tong Siqing countered: “But I wanted to leave, and Venerable One, you didn’t let me.”

The Demon Lord: “…”

This woman is too infuriating. I don’t know how the me outside the Mirage Domain could tolerate her.

The Demon Lord impatiently tapped the tabletop with her knuckles: “Then you tell me what we should do.”

Tong Siqing tentatively asked: “Let me go?”

“Hmph—” The Demon Lord let out a cold snort directly. “Do you think that’s possible?”

Tong Siqing pouted slightly, not wanting to talk to her anymore.

“What’s wrong?” The Demon Lord propped her chin and looked at her. “What is this attitude?”

Although Tong Siqing had a good temper, it didn’t mean she had no temper at all!

She stubbornly looked away, puffing out her cheeks: “I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

This Demon Lord is not as good as my Zhihua at all. My Zhihua is meticulous and gentle. How is she anything like her?

“Don’t want to talk to this Venerable One…”

The Demon Lord pondered these words and almost burst out laughing.

This girl is truly naive when she acts childish. Don’t want to talk to me? Doesn’t she know that in their Demon Realm, everything is based on strength? I am the Demon Lord. If I treat someone courteously, I am just giving them a little face. If I don’t want to be courteous, it is entirely justified to directly seize what I want or destroy the other party.

After all, no one dares to object to the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord smiled: “It seems she indulges you greatly.”

“Mmm…” Tong Siqing missed the Zhihua outside. She didn’t know if the other party would be anxious after she entered the Mirage Domain or if she would come into the Mirage Domain to look for her…

Sigh.

Because she missed Shi Zhihua too much, Tong Siqing involuntarily turned her gaze back to the Demon Lord’s face in front of her.

The Demon Lord in front of her had the same beautiful face as Zhihua, which was very suitable for expressing emotions.

All of Tong Siqing’s thoughts were闷闷-ly bottled up in her heart, like an unhappy cat. She would occasionally glance, and then quickly look away in a huff.

The Demon Lord’s eyes were a deep dark red. The shape of her eyes was exceptionally fluid, and the curve of the outer corner was beautiful, like the phoenix totem of some tribe. The lines had a great sense of beauty, coupled with a straight nose, cool thin red lips, and a smooth jawline, making her impossibly beautiful.

Her features were also very distinct when separated. Tong Siqing raised her hand and covered a small part of it remotely, but she could still recognize the person she liked through the other areas.

Although none of her features seemed particularly aggressive, when combined, the unique aura of the Demon Lord emerged.

When Tong Siqing used to cling to Shi Zhihua, she didn’t feel any longing. Now that they were briefly separated, her longing had reached its peak.

She would often wake up at night these past few days, only to feel beside her and find that the familiar person was not there.

Tong Siqing’s expression was low as she looked at the Demon Lord of the Mirage Domain in front of her again.

This Demon Lord is not her Zhihua. Because they hadn’t formed a bond, the look in their eyes toward each other was not one of fondness.

Tong Siqing knew that her mind was always simple, but her intuition was very accurate. Sometimes, she would very sensitively detect who was sending out friendly vibes toward her and who had bad intentions or was deliberately pretending.

Although the person in front of her intended to get close to her, the other party had no love in her heart. She was only curious and wanted to try it out.

Tong Siqing looked into the other party’s eyes, her peripheral vision falling onto this face again.

“Do you want to try with this Venerable One?” The Demon Lord tentatively stated her true intention, but that intention was optional, not something absolutely necessary, and the emotion wasn’t intense to a certain degree.

She wanted to reach out and hold Tong Siqing’s hand, but saw the other party dodge her again.

The Demon Lord’s face darkened, displeased.

Tong Siqing was a little scared.

This Demon Lord is not her Zhihua. She couldn’t feel any love from the other party, only that forced, antagonistic tension.

It was very uncomfortable.

Tong Siqing shook her head: “No.”

Zhihua was still waiting for her to come home outside.

Tong Siqing: “She is still waiting for me to come home.”

The Demon Lord lowered her voice: “But the years here are so long. She wouldn’t know what you did.”

Tong Siqing shook her head again: “But I know.”

I know you are not her.

“Our faces are exactly the same. Even our identity, status, and cultivation are the same,” the Demon Lord’s voice was seductive, carrying a hint of temptation. She extended her finger, making Tong Siqing look at her fingertip. “Even the length of our fingers is identical. Everything she has, this Venerable One also has.”

What kind of logic is this?

Tong Siqing couldn’t understand it and found it very terrifying.

“It’s different.” She didn’t know how to refute. She could only repeat continuously, “You are still different. I cannot do this.”

“You can definitely treat this Venerable One as her.” The Demon Lord leaned forward, casting a shadow. Her eyes turned into a tempting dark red in the dim light. The outer corners of her eyes curved upward with a hint of malice. “Don’t you agree? Does it make sense…”

As she spoke, she tried to trap Tong Siqing in place, casting a spell with her fingertips hidden in her sleeve…

This was a Charm Technique specifically designed to bewitch people. Once the other party was affected, they would accept all of her wishes.

Although the Demon Lord didn’t want to be treated as a substitute, she figured, in any case, that substitute is also myself. No harm, no foul. It wouldn’t make her lose face too much.

And her goal was very simple.

A considerable amount of time had passed. She had tested the waters several times. The other party always chose to avoid and retreat. She was initially willing to respect the other party, even listening to a few explanations.

But the more times it happened, the more anger and frustration accumulated in her heart. She even thought, why not just forcefully seize what I want?

This feeling of constantly being strung along is too uncomfortable.

Especially since she listened to their stories all day, she always felt that this should belong to her. The inability to obtain it made her feel itchy and restless.

Her demand was not high.

She just wanted to taste this little sweet treat.

Just a taste. Once tasted, she would withdraw.

Pretend nothing happened.

The Charm Technique on her fingertip was complete. The Demon Lord waved to Tong Siqing, pretending to say something to her, and thus lured the other party closer to her face.

She raised her hand, pressing the back of the other party’s head. While stroking the other party’s smooth, sleek dark hair, she cast the spell to make the other party fall into it.

Tong Siqing didn’t think much of it and was indeed fooled. Her eyes instantly lost focus. When she gathered her gaze again, she could no longer distinguish who the person in front of her was.

In her mind, it seemed Zhihua had come to find her.

“Zhihua, you finally came.” Tong Siqing was a little wronged. She stepped forward for a hug. After fully embracing the person, she slowly began to cry, then lowered her head aggrievedly, wiping her tears on the other party’s shoulder clothes. “I thought I would have to stay here for a lifetime.”

The Demon Lord didn’t speak until she stopped, afraid of disturbing this hard-won gift.

She almost held her breath, enjoying the other party’s gentle closeness, as if holding a soft, big rabbit—fragrant, soft, and very obedient.

The Demon Lord couldn’t help but sigh for a moment, then tightened her arms, pressing the other party’s soft, small frame against her own, then intimately stroking the other party’s head continuously.

“With this Venerable One here, do you still want to leave?” The Demon Lord’s voice was tempting, her eyes even darker red, like a demon wearing a beautiful woman’s skin. Her lips parted slightly, just enough to reveal the wicked tips of her teeth. She stared straight ahead with mischievous intent: “Hmm?”

“Good… but…” Tong Siqing naturally agreed to the other party, but after agreeing, a sense of loss suddenly arose in her heart. It was as if there were some things she hadn’t completed. What was she supposed to do?

“But I have to go out, to…”

She suddenly didn’t know.

Go do what?

Where would she go if she left here, and whom would she look for?

Her only relatives were Zhihua and her Father Venerable. Zhihua was right here, so… was she supposed to look for her Father Venerable?

The Demon Lord was still tempting her: “Having this Venerable One is enough for you. Stay with me always, alright?”

Tong Siqing thought for a moment: “But I still have to leave here to find my Father Venerable.”

The Demon Lord: ???

What?

Who?

What Father Venerable?

The Demon Lord instantly lost her composure, and the Charm Technique immediately dissipated by more than half. Her head was full of question marks. What kind of monster is this ‘Father Venerable’?

Why use the term “Father Venerable” to address him?

In this world… besides Sheng Wen being called Heavenly Venerable, and his daughter needing to call him Father Venerable, normal people wouldn’t call their father Father Venerable, right?

Even a mortal princess would call the Human Emperor “Father Emperor,” right?

At the very least, those people in the North Sea also called the Old Dragon King of the North Sea “Father Emperor”?

Who is so audacious to encourage their own daughter to call them Father Venerable?

Are they not afraid of being punished by Sheng Wen?

The Demon Lord was frozen for a long time, realizing that the perfect atmosphere was about to be ruined.

“You have a father?” The Demon Lord strayed from the topic and asked, “Who is your father, and where does he reside, to dare let you address him that way?”

Tong Siqing, being naive, said every word clearly: “My Father Venerable is especially powerful. He is the most powerful in the world, not audacious at all.”

She respects her father so much?

She must be a filial daughter. Presumably, she must care about her father’s life and death.

The Demon Lord looked somewhat maliciously at the oblivious Tong Siqing and thought: Even if you can distinguish between me and the Shi Zhihua outside, can you stand by and watch your father die tragically before your eyes in the Mirage Domain?

Presumably, no filial daughter could do that.

She figured it out. If the other party started crying and making a fuss after the Charm Technique wore off, she would use the other party’s father to threaten her.

“Who is your father, and where is he currently residing?” the Demon Lord asked softly. “Don’t be afraid. Tell me… I am your most beloved Zhihua.”

I’ll have your Father Venerable tied up and brought to the Yu Yin Palace later. We’ll see if you run.

If you run, I’ll kill him to vent my anger.

Tong Siqing tilted her head, her hanging tresses brushing her ear like a puzzled rabbit: “Zhihua, have you forgotten? My Father Venerable is the Heavenly Venerable of the Xianning Sect. That is… the Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen they talk about.”

The Demon Lord frowned, almost suspecting she was hallucinating.

“Who?”

“Heavenly Venerable of where?”

This time, Tong Siqing’s speech was much clearer. She said every word distinctly: “Xianning Sect, Heavenly Venerable Sheng Wen.”