That year, I went to the Demon Realm to ask Shen Liyan for help. He merely stood in the great hall, looking down at me with cold disdain. “Feng Lanxi, what makes you think I would help you?”
I had expected that answer. Turning away, I offered myself as a sacrifice to the array, but just before my soul faded, I thought I saw a disheveled figure stumbling toward me.
It was probably one of my admirers, I thought. Next time, I would never try to soften the heart of that mad Demon Lord. He had no heart at all.
When I was reborn, I changed my approach. Along the way, I picked up a little fox. I’d only been looking after it for a few days when I discovered it was that damn Demon Lord. I tossed him aside without a second thought, but wherever I went after that, a little fox was always following me.
Later, I decided to choose a husband for myself. The Demon Lord, now growing into a young man, stepped in front of me and looked at me with pleading eyes. “Xi’er, will you choose me?”
