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At a time when he was still a low-level demonic being, he met a person who he would never forget in this lifetime.

That man sat up top, and casually smiled, “Quite interesting, make it him then.”

From the battlefield, he underwent a sudden transformation, and became the Demon Lord’s slave. After arriving at the Demon Palace, it was unlike how he imagined it to be- the inside was a bit quiet, with not much life to it.

Qi Feng honourably became a member of the Demon Palace. He withdrew from the slaughtering battlefield, and quietly became a useless slave that did nonessential things.

The Demon Lord did not mind that there was another person in the Demon Palace, and after that time, never again met with his eyes again.

Every time the Demon Lord came back from outside the demon realm, the other person’s body would always be filled big and small wounds. The blood would soak the black clothes, and the strong scent of blood would flood the entire palace; the Demon Lord’s body of high-class blood, to the kind of low-level demonic being like him, was a delicious meal that he was unable to reject. Qi Feng would hide in a dark corner, then always quietly stare at the Demon Lord treating his own wounds, and firmly suppress his own desires.

The Demon Lord discovered his presence a long time ago, but he did not know why the other person always tacitly allowed himself either.

On a certain evening, the other person undid his top garments, and revealed a wound still seeping out blood. He looked towards his direction and lightly waved his hand, “Come over.”

Qi Feng hesitated for a while, then very carefully drew near. The fragrance of the legitimate demon blood continuously congested his nasal cavity, but he forcefully suppressed his instincts. Even if his eyes were filled with blood, he would bite down and maintain a certain distance, preserve his reasoning, and not let himself do anything improper.

The other party was the superior Demon Lord.

Perhaps seeing him struggle so pitifully amused the other person, the Demon Lord brought the wound on his hand up to his lips, “It would be quite wasteful for this blood to flow too.”

After obtaining permission, he extended out the tip of his tongue and licked for a bit in a probing manner. After confirming it was not an error, he then grew out his courage, and piously held up the other person’s hand, and swallowed all the demon blood seeping out without any remaining into his stomach.

The Demon Lord stroked his head, and laughed, “Do you know why the Demon Palace is this deserted?”

“Because those low demonic beings could not control their own instincts, and madly wanted to attack me, thus, I very lightly, twisted their heads off.”

The body beneath the palm then seemed to have frozen up, but his reaction appeared to have made the Demon Lord especially happy, “However, you are the only one that could control his own instincts. What are you called?”

He raised his head to look at the Demon Lord, and did not say anything; the other person knitted his brows, and deeply thought for a moment, “I forgot you should have no name. Qi Feng, this is your name.”

“Would you be willing to follow me to your life’s end, and become a sharp blade under me?”

He looked straight into the other person’s eyes, and saw that inside of them was an endless solitude. He willingly lowered his head, and served his new owner. The first time he opened his mouth after coming to the Demon Palace, was only to offer up his loyalty, “Qi Feng, is willing to serve the Demon Lord for all his life.”

As long as one used their names to make a vow, the Heavens would see it.

Through gaining experience and the Demon Lord’s blood, he went from a low-class demonic being to a high-level demon. Each night, the other person would be like petting his beloved child, and stroke his head, then lightly mutter, “Drink slowly, no rush.”

His appearance was originally just plain-looking, but due to rescuing the Demon Lord, his face was interlaced with scars from blades. Compared to the other person’s handsomeness, his own ugliness and inferiority was like a shadow following its figure. He also once asked the other person if he could get rid of his face’s scars, but was instead stopped.

“The demon realm relies on strength as the basis for respect. You are neither a charm demon nor a low-class demon, why do you need to mind it.”

“Furthermore, those are the medals of honour from saving me.”

Precisely because of these words, when he saw this person again after several hundred years, he unexpectedly reddened his eyes, so excited he was unable to free himself, “No harm, the demon realm respects those with more power. You are not a charm demon either, so there is no need to care for it.”

That year when the demon realm was riddled with war, the Demon Lord’s consciousness was sealed in jade pendant as a vessel, and his soul was stored and raised using a blood pool; the Demon Lord that previously calculated out the disaster had especially left a son in the human realm—— a child of human and demon mixed blood was easier to possess, and it would be fine once the body sprinkled in impure blood was cleansed with the blood pool.

That child was his one hope, and was the only way for the Demon Lord to resurrect.

From the edges of the other person’s immaturity, it was as though seeing the Demon Lord he had not seen for several hundred years, but he endured his own excited heart.

He already waited for several hundred years- he did not mind waiting for a couple ten more.

And before the Demon Lord returns, he needed to have the prospering[1] demon realm at the time his lord came back, all returned to him.

But the other person destroyed all of his hopes. Chu Ze Yao once carried his biggest ambitions, but in the very end, forcefully ripped it all up. At this moment, he was like a beast that broke free of its cage, and no longer suppressed his own senses. He had this person that once made him fill with expectation and fall into despair destroyed, and then tossed in some place left to his own devices.

And then, he alone, sat at the place the Demon Lord once sat, and took in all the desolation of the mortal world.

Listless and without aim, he once again went through far too long of a time. When that child came back, his body carried with him the aura of the Demon Lord; the other person used a gaze of hatred to look at him, just like looking at an ant, that it even looked like the Demon Lord’s nonchalance he saw in the beginning.

The violent king consumed his blood, but he could clearly see that the other person’s eyes were flooded with mist, making the eyes that gave him a sense of familiarity overflow to the point of being beautiful.

He had waited for close to a thousand years. He finally, awaited his Demon Lord.

Qi Feng stroked the other person’s head, and lightly said, “Drink slowly.”

He could feel the other person’s pressing actions turn more leisurely, and the pain spread out from the wound. He even seemed to feel that there was a warm liquid flowing past between his neck. After a long sigh, he confirmed without a doubt, the person at this moment was still his Demon Lord, but because the jade pendant was destroyed, the other person only had a demonic being’s instincts left.

Chu Ze Yao’s violence, was because this person was still here.

The two souls sharing a single body, was destined to not live long.

But that did not matter much. He could leave a step first before the other person, and then, when the Demon Lord followed, let him go through it quite comfortably.

In this lifetime, Qi Feng followed his own heart for the first time, very carefully suppressed his own instincts, and kissed the other person’s lips, and piously kissed his Demon Lord.

This was his lofty, all-powerful Demon Lord. It was the person that he wanted to chase after exhausting all of his life.

The body gradually broke down, but Qi Feng’s heart was elated. Not only did he see the person he wanted to see the most, but he even did something that he did not dare think of when the other was still alive, and fulfilled the wish that he had for an entire lifetime.

If there was a next world, he would definitely become the slave that belonged to the Demon Lord again, and devote his entire being to the other person. Then, use up his entire life, and love him through all the thick and thin.

[1]蒸蒸日上- literally, steaming higher every day. More and more prosperous.

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