The Simp’s Heart is Sealed in Cement; The Demon Lord Falls Hard! - Chapter 4

His heart felt hollow and empty an emptiness that was painful.

Su Mo gave a self-deprecating laugh and muttered to himself, “What little snake? It was clearly a young dragon… Am I stupid, Xiao Xiao? Speaking of which… we haven’t seen each other for nearly two hundred years. You should have grown up and ascended to the Immortal Realm by now… In this world, you and Linlin are the only ones I truly worry about. I will arrange a future for Linlin, and I will definitely say a proper goodbye to her before I go… As for you, you are destined to be the biggest regret of my life…”

Dragging his drunken body, he stood up and swayed toward the nearby bamboo house, where he collapsed onto a chaise longue and passed out in a drunken stupor. Even without consciousness, he subconsciously gripped the scale hanging around his neck tightly!

Living alone in a foreign world, he had walked every step cautiously, as if treading on thin ice. The only thing that gave him any sense of security was this single scale.

Perhaps because of the old saying, “what you think about by day, you dream about by night,” Su Mo, who hadn’t dreamed for a long time, had an unprecedented dream.

A blood-red sky, a demonic palace wrapped in thick, malevolent energy. Flickering, ghostly red candlelight and bright red wedding curtains. A figure sat beneath the drapes; through the candlelight, one could vaguely see a pair of long horns on their head, but their face remained impossible to distinguish.

Who was it… Why did it feel so familiar?

Su Mo couldn’t help but take a step toward the bed and, with trembling hands, gently lifted the red gauze. In a flash of vertigo, he was pinned down by the figure.

“Get away…”

Startled and furious, he struggled instinctively. At that very moment, a cold, soft, yet extremely thick tail slowly wrapped around his ankle. The tip of the tail teased his sole as if mocking him.

Shuddering all over, Su Mo broke into a cold sweat and swallowed hard as he looked down.

“What are you looking at?”

A voice, too sexy and low, drifted down with a tone that was languid and flirtatious. Su Mo stared in shock, meeting… a pair of golden… slit pupils!

A giant python?!

He gasped, his hair standing on end in an instant. He tried to struggle, but he was quickly enveloped and restrained by the “giant python,” his breathing tightening with every passing second. What was worse, this giant python seemed… seemed to think of him as a… female snake?!

“You madman… let go… what are you doing? I’m a man!”

Terrified to the point of near-collapse, Su Mo roared, his face flushed red. The thick tail forced his legs apart…

“You are mine… Su Mo, you cannot escape! A dragon has its reverse scale, and touching it provokes wrath; no one can ever take you away from my side!”

That voice the kind that makes one’s ears tingle sounded again, accompanied by low gasps that were maddeningly sexy.

“Haa!”

Su Mo gasped for air as he opened his eyes and sat up with a jolt, looking around in terror.

A dream?!

Shaken by the terrifying reality of that dream, he let out a long sigh of relief, only to stiffen the next second as he looked down. His face turned from flushed red to pale blue!

At his age, he was still… This was insane… Why on earth would he have such a lewd dream! Even if he was sexually frustrated, this was just too absurd! A snake has two… This was truly madness!

After “destroying the evidence,” Su Mo was forced to step back into the hot spring. This time, it wasn’t his body he was cleansing, but his impure thoughts!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. When Wen Muli stepped into the Fengxin Palace again, Su Mo knew the day had come to extract his spiritual root.

“Let’s go,” he said with a carefree smile.

His once-handsome face had been almost entirely ruined by a demon beast’s claw. When he smiled, the five gruesome scars on his face looked even more terrifying. Watching his ugly smile, Wen Muli felt a strange, sour tension in his chest.

“Don’t worry, you are heartless, but I will never be unrighteous toward you. Even though you will lose your spiritual root, I will use the highest-grade spiritual materials to sustain your life. I will not let you die…” he said in a low, hoarse voice.

“What’s the matter? Haven’t we been tormenting each other enough?” Su Mo asked with a laugh.

“Not enough, never enough. What you owe me, you must repay by being by my side for a lifetime!” Wen Muli gritted his teeth.

“A lifetime? That is truly… ‘Even the boundless sky and endless earth have their end, but this hatred will never cease…’ Wen Muli, I am tired. I want to ask you, after I give you my spiritual root… set me free.”

Su Mo shook his head with a bitter smile. After wrestling with the thought for a long time, he finally voiced his desire. He knew it was impossible, but he said it anyway. This so-called “freedom” wouldn’t even need to last long. He only wanted, before his death, to visit the place where he first met Xiao Xiao. He knew the hope was slim, but he still clung to a shred of optimism. Perhaps his Xiao Xiao would be waiting for him there?

He had arrived in this world all alone, and he hoped to leave without any regrets. But unfortunately, his delusions were destined to remain delusions.

“Leave? Freedom? Ha… other than by my side, you can go nowhere! Su Mo, you are mine, Wen Muli’s in life, and you will be my ghost in death! In this lifetime, you are never leaving the Fengxin Palace!”

Su Mo’s words infuriated Wen Muli. He sneered, his eyes scarlet, as he grabbed Su Mo by the collar and spoke every word with deliberate emphasis.

“If someone didn’t know better, they might think we were deeply in love, ‘sharing the same bed in life and the same grave in death,'” Su Mo said with a hint of amusement. He didn’t understand where Wen Muli’s obsession came from; was it really just because of hatred that he had to imprison him for a lifetime of torture?

“You are wrong. I do not love you. I never have in the past, I do not now, and in the future… I never will! Everything I do is merely following your wishes, letting you get what you want, isn’t that right?” Wen Muli stated coldly, his tone dripping with mockery.

Su Mo did not want to argue with him anymore. After a hundred years of arguing, he was exhausted. He curled his lips non-committally and urged, “Let’s go. If we delay the treatment, I’m afraid I’ll have to pay with my life.”

His sarcastic tone made Wen Muli even more dissatisfied. Yet, in the end, he said nothing. He let go, took out a handkerchief to wipe the hand that had touched Su Mo, and with a look of utter disgust, threw the handkerchief on the ground and stepped over it.

Su Mo stared blankly at the stained handkerchief on the floor, feeling that he was no different from it. All his dignity and his feelings had been ruthlessly thrown on the ground and trampled at will!

Fortunately, the day of release… was not far away.

For the first time in a hundred years, Su Mo stepped out of the Fengxin Palace and arrived at Wen Muli’s sleeping quarters. Yet, it was only to have his own spiritual root dug out to save his lover!

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Yan Yichen was coughing on the bed. Seeing Su Mo, his eyes were full of apology and unease.

“Do it,” Wen Muli ordered the imperial physician beside him with a gloomy face.

“Wait… Your Majesty, I want to talk to Brother Su alone. May I? Please…” Yan Yichen looked up with a plea in his eyes and spoke cautiously.

“You know very well that I can never refuse any of your requests…” Wen Muli smiled with helpless doting, pinched his cheek affectionately, and turned to give Su Mo a warning glare, signaling him not to be too presumptuous.

After the group left, Yan Yichen’s eyes reddened, and he sobbed, “I’m sorry… I, I never meant to hurt you…”