When Chen Yuan sensed that Mochou had woken from hibernation, he used a spell to appear in her cave in an instant. Looking around, he teased, “Now this is what a girl’s room should look like. Tsk, that’s a rare sight.”
“I’m a female snake demon, not a girl! Snakes naturally like dark, damp places!”
Chen Yuan’s expression darkened. “Enough with the snake talk. You know you’re a demon, but once you take human form, you should live like a human. That’s the path to attaining the Great Dao. Otherwise, why have demons throughout history taken human form?”
Mochou was good in every way except that she never applied herself to cultivation. What immortal, demon, or spirit was as lazy as she was? The moment Mochou saw his face, she was annoyed. “Fine, fine, enough already.”
Only then did Sun Yucheng realize that Chen Yuan was planning to sell his young master’s face. Heat rushed to his cheeks. Breathing hard, he stepped to the right, trying to pull Han Lingyu out of Chen Yuan’s clutches.
Chen Yuan stepped in front of him, blocking his way. Lowering his eyes, he murmured, “Do you still want to see the Jiangnan Demon King?”
Sun Yucheng froze. His lips moved twice before he lowered his head, his heart full of sorrow.
Young Master, this subordinate has failed you!
