Chapter 48#

Demon World - Smiling and Plucking a Flower (Online Ending Extra)#

Extra: Smiling and Plucking a Flower

A city of white bones, a river of black water.

The entire City of Ten Thousand Bones, which had been suppressed underground, rose again on the day the Demon Lord returned. The moss on the huge stone steps and black deadwood peeled off bit by bit. The boundless city of slaughter regained its majesty and glory. Rows of huge stone pillars and inscriptions connected heaven and earth. The dark red sky was turbulent, and the sound of horns echoed around, followed by a strange and alluring, ethereal song.

The Demon Lord wore a mask and a ferocious black battle robe. The wide belt and beast-head buckle were connected by thick silver chains. One side had a wide sleeve, and the other had a tight cuff and a hard wrist guard. The four decorative ribbons on the back floated in the air. He crossed his arms, tilted his head, and floated in mid-air to examine his lost and recovered territory. He suddenly laughed, arrogant and wicked. His subjects, who had been sealed for a thousand years, all prostrated themselves, a dark mass. The singing became clearer, strand by strand. The broken city walls were filled in bit by bit. The countless dim blood beads on the streets once again emitted a dazzling brilliance. Rolling black clouds appeared in the sky, reflecting the blood mist erupting from the City of White Bones. The Demon Lord suddenly waved his hand, and the name of the city lord was carved stroke by stroke on the stone tablet at the entrance of the Demon Palace of the City of White Bones: Qianjue.

The young man in white, who had been hiding behind the Demon Lord, saw this scene and quietly left with his head down.

The City of White Bones was too strange for him. He unconsciously walked to the shore of the Yellow Spring Sea where he was used to waiting. The dark golden river water floated with countless fragments of people’s memories. He took a step forward, and his face was reflected in the river water. His long hair had unknowingly grown to his ankles. His face was similar to the past, but with a bit more demonic charm. His lips were like blood, and his skin was like snow, which contrasted with his thin white clothes and wide sleeves. The heroic spirit between his eyebrows became less and less obvious.

The ripples in the water suddenly spread, and another person’s figure was suddenly added to the reflection in the water. The young man was startled and wanted to avoid it, but his hand was firmly grasped.

The young man said softly, “How did you find me?”

The demon took off the mask on his face with his right hand and let out a sneer. It was a familiar and unfamiliar face, with dark red, almost deep black eyes and long hair. The demon pointed with his hand, and the young man looked back in the direction of his finger and found that flowers had bloomed in all the places he had stepped on the yellow sand road behind him.

The young man smiled bitterly and wanted to take a few steps back, but his lips were stolen. His cheeks felt the touch of the leather gloves. The Demon Lord’s cold and fiery lips grinded against his tirelessly. His white robe was pulled down, revealing his jade-like shoulders. The young man resisted slightly as he was pressed to the ground. Just as they were about to get further entangled, the place where his naked back touched the ground was a little itchy. When the young man propped himself up and looked back, he found that green shoots had grown out of the soil, and then quickly grew flower buds and bloomed into beautiful flowers. The young man was stunned and said, “Father, I…”

The Demon Lord’s eyes looked down at him for a long time before complaining, “Troublesome flower demon.” He reached out to embrace the young man, and a demonic wind blew up. In an instant, they were in the depths of the Demon Palace. He placed the young man on the huge bed. Before the young man could retie his clothes, he bent down. At this time, he suddenly found that green vines had grown on the bedposts made of Kui Long Xuan wood. Huge flowers bloomed one after another. Then the quilt bulged, and the fragrant Kui Long flowers quickly wrapped the bed. The young man was startled and quickly got up and stood on the ground, afraid of crushing them. Unfortunately, the hardest Xuanmo black crystal floor he stepped on also suddenly cracked, and a small flower bud timidly poked its head out.

The young man with a pale face and the Demon Lord with a livid face looked at each other for a while, then tied his belt and ran out quickly. On the ground he ran over, small flowers burst out of the black crystal one after another, forming a long and beautiful line. The entire huge bedchamber was filled with a refreshing fragrance. The Demon Lord slightly lowered his eyelids, lay back on the huge bed full of flowers, put the mask back on his face, and hid the gentle smile that curved his lips underneath.

The Demon Lord returned to his throne, and all the demons came to congratulate him.

A steady stream of tributes from all directions was sent to the Demon Palace. Single dragon horns, flood dragon tendons, water dragon tails, peacock feathers, and phoenix feathers filled the room. The number of horned beasts used to pull the carts more than doubled from the original six, and they neighed all night in the enclosure. Demonic mists and demonic qi came and went from south to north, drifting into the Demon Palace in wisps and then dispersing. The sound of horns, drums, and hoarse laughter and singing shook the City of White Bones.

In the depths of the Demon Palace, a line of scattered flowers bloomed for some reason. Demon Lord Qianjue looked at a blooming flower bud, tilted his head and thought for a while, then walked in the direction of the flowers. At the end, the young man who had been hiding from him for three whole days stood in the long-abandoned flower garden. Seeing him coming, he said softly, “I also have a gift for you.”

He took out his silver flute from his wide sleeve and began to play it. The overgrown flower garden began to bloom with beautiful flowers. The demon’s expression suddenly changed. A dark red light flashed, and he stood on the top of the Demon Palace, overlooking the entire City of White Bones. He found that in the corners where the sound of the flute reached, large flowers were blooming. The terrifying white bones, withered stone tablets, and ebony wood were gradually covered with green flower vines, which bloomed with flowers as large as cups. The entire City of White Bones was plunged into a sea of flowers, and exclamations rose and fell in every corner of the city.

The Demon Lord sighed, leaped down from the flying eaves, reached out to move the silver flute from the young man’s lips, and said softly, “Jinian.”

The young man was stunned. He looked at the flower garden full of beautiful flowers, as if he still didn’t know what mistake he had made. The demon sighed, picked up the young man in his arms. The young man took off the man’s mask in confusion, becoming even more puzzled.

A wanton smile bloomed on the Demon Lord’s lips. He picked up a blooming flower by his feet and inserted it into the young man’s hair.

The young man was stunned. He saw the Demon Lord’s breathtakingly handsome face getting closer and closer, and softly refused, “No, I…” Unfortunately, after struggling for a while, his body still softened and fell into the flowers. The soft petals shattered on his smooth skin. The young man slowly unfolded his body and murmured, “Father, it smells so good around here.”

The Demon Lord’s fingers gently touched the young man’s lips, stopping his whisper. The whole city was in bloom, and the fragrance of flowers spread for a thousand miles, a beautiful moment that bloomed just for the two of them.

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