Chapter 7#
The Little Weakling Tames the Sinister Demon King (07)
When he heard this, Yan Xi, who was roasting chicken not far away, also froze in surprise. His movements turning the chicken over halted, and a flood of question marks surged in his mind.
???? Heart and lungs… how could one “appreciate” them? Never heard of it.
Unprecedented.
Probably better to just eat them.
Ling Yan was also taken aback by Mo Yan’s words, then let out a soft laugh. His already gorgeous features grew even more captivating with that smile, stirring the hearts of the onlookers with an indescribably subtle charm.
Immediately after, his clear, melodious voice slowly sounded: “It’s not that I dislike them—it’s more that these things would probably start to stink after a few days. Since I can’t eat them, it’d be a waste.”
“…”
Mo Yan was silent for a moment. His golden eyes fixed intently on Ling Yan, then he spoke with extreme seriousness: “Then throw these away. Tomorrow, this king will find some fresh heart and lungs for you.”
Ling Yan smiled and leaned in close. Their breaths suddenly intertwined, veiling a hint of ambiguous intimacy. “No need for lungs, but a heart would be fine.”
“Alright.”
Mo Yan nodded slightly. Just then, a gentle breeze swept by, lifting the long hair that hung loose behind him. Ling Yan gazed at the scene, his Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbing.
This man… was exactly his type.
Too perfect for his taste.
After a moment of thought, Mo Yan asked again, “What else do you like to eat? I’ll have them brought to you as well.”
“Chicken.”
“…?”
Ling Yan lazily lay back down on the couch, propping his head on one hand in a supremely idle posture, his inky black hair fanning out behind him. He repeated, “I like eating chicken.”
Hearing this, Mo Yan gave a slight nod to indicate he understood.
Just then, Yan Xi carried a plate of freshly roasted chicken over and gently set it on a stone table nearby. He said respectfully, “Demon Queen, your roast chicken is ready.”
“Thank you.”
“You don’t need to be polite with your subordinate.”
Mo Yan turned his head slightly, finally noticing the roasting rack in the courtyard and the chicken on the plate. A trace of doubt flickered in his golden serpentine pupils, and he asked in a low voice, “You like cooked food?”
Ling Yan’s tea-colored eyes looked at him, and he responded with a smile.
“Yes.”
As he spoke, he glanced at the tempting, oil-glistening roast chicken on the plate. Reaching out directly would get his hands greasy, so he shifted his gaze and looked at Mo Yan with a smile, softening his voice. “You feed me.”
“…”
Mo Yan was taken aback for a moment, but then his tall figure moved. He sat down on the edge of the couch and answered, “Very well.”
His fingertips moved slightly, and a flow of spiritual energy sliced the entire roast chicken into evenly sized slices. He picked up a pair of jade chopsticks beside him, picked up a slice, and carefully brought it to Ling Yan’s lips.
Ling Yan opened his mouth, took it, and chewed slowly a few times.
He sure knows how to serve others.
Not bad.
Watching this scene from the side, Yan Xi was rather stunned, feeling as if time itself had slowed. Just a few days ago, the human and demon races had been locked in fierce battle—such a moment of peace and tenderness was truly rare.
Seeing the Demon King and Demon Queen like this, this must be what humans call “showing off their love.”
Ling Xiaoqi said leisurely from within the system space: [This Demon King doesn’t seem as brutal as the legends say. He seems pretty normal so far. He only fed you some chicken, and yet his darkness value dropped by another three points. It’s now at 92.]
Ling Yan, enjoying his roast chicken, smiled faintly and replied in his mind: [Maybe he just likes serving others, and I happen to like being served.]
Ling Xiaoqi: [That being said, big brother, this Demon King is quite a good match for you.]
[I think so too.]
I almost want to take him away.
Raising a snake doesn’t seem like a bad idea either.
After a little while, Ling Yan was full. He leaned lazily back on the couch, his tea-colored eyes fixed on Mo Yan—if he really wanted to keep him, he’d have to first see his true form, wouldn’t he? Thinking this, he spoke, “Mo Yan, can I see your true form?”
Mo Yan was caught off guard, a flash of surprise passing through his narrow, deep golden eyes. “You want to see?”
“A little.”
“…”
Mo Yan pressed his thin lips together, appearing somewhat hesitant.
In the previous great battle with the human race, he had occasionally revealed his true form, and he still vividly remembered the fear in the eyes of those humans.
Back then, his heart had been filled only with excitement and bloodlust. But now, facing his own delicate, spoiled little Demon Queen, he inexplicably didn’t want to see even a trace of fear or disgust in those eyes.
Seeing that he remained silent, Ling Yan lazily leaned in closer, practically lying across the other’s lap. He tilted his head up and asked, “What? You don’t want to?”
Mo Yan reached out to stroke Ling Yan’s silky-smooth hair, unable to resist caressing it a few more times before hesitantly speaking.
“It’s not that this king is unwilling—I’m afraid that you… will be scared.”
Ling Yan laughed softly at that, propping himself up to lean even closer. “Do you really think I’m some delicate little flower? Sure, I’m a little useless, but I’m not a coward.”
Mo Yan was silent for a moment. A struggle flickered across his golden eyes, and finally he said in a low voice, “Very well. Since you wish to see, then look.”
If he really became afraid… then he could just erase this memory.
A glimmer of interest lit up Ling Yan’s tea-colored eyes, and he urged, “Hurry up.”
“Don’t be scared, all right?”
“I’m not scared.”
“Good. I’ve been meaning to stretch my limbs a bit anyway.”
As soon as the words fell, Mo Yan transformed into a stream of black-and-gold light, shooting straight into the sky. In an instant, he was thousands of zhang high.
Ling Yan was wondering why he had flown so high, when he suddenly saw an enormous snake appear in the sky—its head and tail stretching over a thousand zhang, like a winding mountain range spanning across the firmament.
The giant snake circled once in the air, then slowly descended, lowering an enormous head into the courtyard.
The snake’s head resembled that of a dragon, with three pairs of winding horns, and its entire body was covered in scales that glowed with an dark gold luster under the sunlight. This one head alone nearly filled the entire courtyard.
Ling Xiaoqi in the system space opened his mouth wide, shocked: [Holy shit! The records didn’t mention this at all! This Mo Yan is actually this huge?! No wonder they say destroying the world is like his workout—one sweep of that tail and countless would die!]
Ling Yan ignored him, simply gazing at the colossal creature before him. A spark of excitement slowly kindled in his eyes, mixed with a hint of a desire to conquer. He stepped off the soft couch with bare feet, walked up to Mo Yan, and reached out to gently touch the icy scales.
The scales were hard and freezing cold, chilling to the touch.
He curled the corner of his mouth slightly and asked with a smile, “How much… can you eat in one meal?”
It’s even bigger than I expected.
Lucky for me, I have plenty of points and money. Should be able to afford to keep him.
Not far away, Yan Xi, who had already knelt on the ground due to the Demon King’s pressure, raised his head in shock at Ling Yan’s words.
What?
Your Highness the Demon Queen, what did you say? Don’t tell me… you actually want to feed the Demon King?
Mo Yan was also taken aback.
He drew his head back slightly, afraid that his breath might hurt his delicate, powerless little Demon Queen. Seeing no fear in the other’s eyes, he replied in a low, obedient tone, “This king absorbs the essence of the sun, moon, and heavens—I don’t need to eat.”
Ling Yan: “…”
No need to feed him—that takes away some of the fun.
Looking at Mo Yan’s enormous form, which was truly too huge, he felt a bit troubled and asked in his mind: [Second brother, can I fit him into the space?]