Legend has it that the newly chosen Demon King was a hopeless wreck, and a wave of languor swept across the boundless Demon Realm.
Cang Wen thought to himself: Isn't the Demon Realm just where languid fellows belong?
Legend has it that the new Demon King had set his sights on a mere mortal and vowed to marry her and bring her back to the Demon Realm as his queen.
Cang Wen thought that was absurd. Why would a Demon King fall for a mortal? She had to be nothing more than a plaything.
Legend has it that the new Demon King's mortal queen was not only breathtakingly beautiful, but also attracted countless admirers. Every few days, another would storm the Demon Realm to abduct her.
Before Cang Wen could explain, Zang Mo, dressed in black with a red brocade pattern, swept him into his arms. With a dark, cold smile, he said, “My queen, counting today's peacock demon, that's exactly one hundred rivals for my affections. Don't you think we should celebrate?”
Cang Wen panicked, then smacked a kiss onto Zang Mo's cheek and laughed. “My heart and I both belong to you, so don't be jealous, okay?”
At that, Zang Mo, the Demon King, blushed. He thought, Damn it, how did my queen get even better at flirting than I am?
