Host, she just wants to be a villain

While he was looking at it, the slip was suddenly picked up. Huaiyu looked up at the cloaked man whose eyebrows were covered, and raised his hand to wave a few spells.

She thought she could be suppressed easily, but she didn't expect that the spell didn't hurt her at all.

The man in the cloak read the words above without emotion: "If we can supplement it with clear heart grass, we may be able to fake death and escape..."

The familiar voice gradually merged with the person in his memory. Huaiyu was completely shocked. His hands trembled slightly and he subconsciously called out the name.

"...Zhu Dan."

Zhu Dan closed the slip. She moved slowly, but her tone was not so approachable: "Are you worthy of calling me by my name?"

"How have you been doing these past few years?"

Zhu Dan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "What you said is simply mocking me! How do you feel about being cut into five pieces and pressed under the sacred mountain?" Seeing that there seemed to be pain in Huaiyu's eyebrows, Zhu Dan's smile became even brighter, "I didn't expect that you would be so long-term in love, and even found someone who looked similar to me as a substitute. When you saw her, did you think of your old lover?"

"No, no!"

"Still talkative? Then tell me the reason why you accepted her?"

Huaiyu: "..."

Zhu Dan didn't delay this matter for long. She wanted to know Huaiyu's thoughts before, and even wanted to do something for him. But it's different now. What does Huaiyu's thoughts have to do with her?

pity……

Zhu Dan scanned his cheek inch by inch. No matter how many times he looked at this face, he never got tired of it.

"follow me."

Huaiyu said: "You stay, I will purify your demonic energy and make you like ordinary people. No one in Taiqing Palace dares to hurt you."

Zhu Dan pressed his index finger on his lips, preventing him from saying another word.

"You really can't say anything nice from your mouth. You can win my favor by saying less in the future. Do you understand?"

Ignoring Huaiyu's refusal, Zhu Dan led him out of Taiqing Palace and back to the demon world.

"Congratulations on your return to the palace!"

The guardian stood at the front and bowed in salute.

Zhu Dan patted her shoulder: "You have worked hard these years."

"It's not hard, my subordinate. Your Majesty's mother asked me to find you. Now three hundred years have passed, and I can finally return the position of Demon King to you."

In the middle of speaking, the protector suddenly asked: "How is your health? Is there anything abnormal?"

Zhu Dan shook his head: "There is nothing abnormal, but the scar cannot be removed. But having scars is also a good thing, it will make me remember the shame of the year."

These words made Huaiyu, who was following behind him, look blank for a moment, then lowered his eyes and wondered what he was thinking.

When only the two of them were left, Huaiyu grabbed Zhu Dan, pointed at her mouth, and motioned for her to release the restraint.

"What do you want to ask?" Zhu Dan stretched out his palm.

Huaiyu didn't move.

"Since you don't want to say it, then forget it."

Zhu Dan waved his hand and was about to take it back. The next moment, Huai Yu happened to hold him back. He wrote word by word on his palm: "How is Ming Mi?"

Seeing Zhu Dan's silence, he quickly wrote: "She is my apprentice. As a master, I just want to care about my apprentice's safety. Don't think too much about it."

The itching in his palms dissipated, Zhu Dan met his eyes, and his tone was very frivolous: "Ming Mi is dead, I killed him with my own hands."

Seeing his frightened expression as he wished, Zhu Dan grabbed him with his backhand and grabbed the other person's wrist tightly, making it impossible for him to escape.