people can be bullied

He Chong has been getting more and more busy recently, and he often doesn't see anyone until late at night. I got up in the morning and practiced my sword. As usual, I called a maid to lead the way and lead me to the library. I have been there a few times, and there are very few people here. It is very secluded. Inside is the collection of books left by the original owner of this mansion. There are both exercises and strange tales in it. There are various types. It is a good place to pass the time.

The light in the attic was dim, with a dusty atmosphere, but it was unexpectedly calming.

These days I come here every day, just for a meditation.

In the short period of one month when I was trapped by He Chong, I was overjoyed and sad, angry and resentful several times. The thought made me suddenly vigilant, but when I think about it carefully, I feel scared for a while. This is clearly a precursor to the demon.

I am not afraid of demons.

Over the years, I have defeated my demons.

This time, the result will only be like this.

I'm just afraid that things will change halfway.

After all, I am in the Demon Realm, and if I make a mistake, I will be doomed.

I don't want to be possessed.

I looked at the dark ground with an indifferent expression.

No one can be trusted, no one can save me.

Only self-help, only...

I let out a long breath, stood up, put my hands on the bookshelf, glanced at the books on the bookshelf casually, picked one at random, took it in my hand, and left.

"My lord." The accompanying maid, Hongdou, immediately came up to him.

"I've been waiting for a long time." I said warmly, and closed the door behind my back.I originally thought that demon cultivators were unrestrained and flamboyant. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I couldn't believe that the round-faced maid in front of me was actually a demon cultivator.

The maid smiled shyly, "Soon, the young master will return earlier today than in the past."

After my unremitting efforts, I finally established a good relationship with these demon cultivators. Their attitude towards me has changed from being business-like and polite at the beginning to the current one.

I even learned from them how many lovers the Demon Lord had, and the many secret affairs of the city lords of City 72... After a series of chats with other purposes, I brought the topic to He Chong without leaving a trace.

Hong Dou pondered for a moment, tapped his chin with his fingers, and said, "Honorable One? He should be busy with the grand ceremony."

"Grand ceremony?"

I squinted my eyes and repeated.

Hong Dou nodded: "Yes, the ceremony of signing the contract on the seventh day of next month? Young Master, have you forgotten?"

What bond?

I really don't know.

I smiled lightly, skipped mentioning this matter, and praised: "Sister Hongdou really knows a lot."

Hearing this, Hongdou smiled embarrassedly, and said, "There aren't many, it's just that if you stay for a long time, you'll know."

My mind changed, and I took advantage of the situation to test: "Then sister Hongdou must have been here for a long time?"

Hongdou shook her head: "Not long ago, I only came here when the venerable came, and it's only been seven years now."

"Seven years?"

"Yes. Seven years. Although the Venerable has just returned to the Demon Realm, he has great prestige..." Hong Dou showed a proud expression.

But I lost the mood to continue the cliché, reluctantly echoed a few words, then dismissed her, and sat alone by the window, looking at the green plants in the courtyard.

I thought that Master had a difficult reason, so he made me wait for seven years.

But now, I found out from my attendant that He Chong had come to Demon Realm seven years ago.Seven years, how ridiculous, he didn't play Wuji for me, he just wanted to fall into the devil himself.

I still pretended to be affectionate and thought that He Chong was for me.

It's ridiculous that He Chong was just coaxing me casually, but I took it seriously and foolishly waited for him for seven years.

I thought with all my heart that he really regarded me as a disciple.

Even though I'm blunt and rebellious, he still recognizes me as his disciple.

But this turned out to be just wishful thinking on my part.

Thinking about it now, it was ridiculously stupid.

When He Chong came, I still had a smile on my face, so he asked me.

"What are you laughing at?"

I shook my head, "Nothing."

"It's just that I can't help thinking of something that makes people laugh."