“It’s nothing. I just got a little jealous seeing a blood clan member come out of the cell…”
Ai Luo said teasingly.
“A proper blood clan wouldn’t be locked up in a place like this. But it’s perfect for you…”
Aiki looked coldly at Ai Luo and said:
“There must be plenty of cockroaches and rats here. Truly a meeting of like minds.”
“Don’t get cocky! Aiki!”
Ai Luo glared at Aiki, biting her slightly small fangs.
“I heard your conversation with that necromancer just now…”
“Crystal ball and all that… right?”
“So what’s in that crystal ball anyway…”
“Can you see the future of your Shopping Young Master?”
“I guess… his future won’t be so smooth…”
“Who can know the future…”
Aiki stared coldly at the shouting Ai Luo inside.
“Kang!!!”
Then, a blood-colored flying knife sliced off Ai Luo’s head.
Her head rolled off her body and only stopped when it hit the bars in front of Aiki’s cell.
“But I’m sure the Young Master’s future is much smoother than yours.”
Aiki lifted her finger, bleeding from the cut, and looked at Ai Luo’s head lying next to her high heels…
Then she kicked Ai Luo’s head back beside her body.
“Ah la ah la…”
Even though her head was cut off, as a blood clan member, she could still speak.
She used her headless body to turn her face toward Aiki.
“If it were the old Aiki, you would have already chopped me into countless pieces, right?”
“Your temper has gotten a lot better now…”
“A wolf without its fangs is no different from a puppy…”
Aiki’s expression remained cold.
“It’s your skill at provoking people that’s gotten worse.”
“I have nothing to talk about with a prisoner like you. The Young Master is still waiting for me to cook, so play with your own head as you like.”
Aiki waved her hand and left.
Ai Luo picked up her head and placed it back on her neck.
In an instant, her head fused seamlessly with her body.
Ai Luo stared at Aiki striding out of the dungeon with those crimson eyes.
Aiki…
One day…
I will escape from here…
And when I do, I’ll make everyone mess with your Shopping Young Master…
Above the dungeon was the Demon King’s Castle…
Who knows which idiot designed it, insisting on placing the dungeon right beneath the Demon King’s Castle.
Meanwhile, Joey was eating on the second floor.
Aiki, who had returned from the dungeon, had already ordered the servants to cook.
This cold and beautiful white-haired woman only needed to taste the food for the Young Master.
So eight or nine dishes were placed on Joey’s dining table.
“Hey, hey… I said just one plate of fried rice was enough.”
The shota looked helplessly at the feast before him.
“I just threw that damned Zixuan into the dungeon. I don’t even have the appetite to eat right now…”
Joey really had a headache now…
That damned Zixuan…
Tormented Seia for so long…
What to do next…
Obviously, the plot should have been revealing my identity as the Demon King, making Seia question her existence and unable to strike me down.
Then, by my beauty and charisma, she would fall and become my subordinate…
But now…
Seia must want to tear me to pieces…
Still, after going dark, Seia became more of a Berserker Hero…
Oh well, doesn’t matter…
With this weakling, I can beat her easily anyway…
Then I’ll spare her, make her doubt her life.
Then have her fall for my charm and beauty.
What a good story…
He hummed.
I’m so good at writing stories. How did I starve to death last life just because no one read my light novels…
So hard to guess…
While the shota was lost in imagination, Aiki handed him the fork with noodles twirled on it.
“Young Master, I’ve ordered them to make fried rice. Please have the noodles first.”
“Then don’t make it… Otherwise it’s just a waste.”
The shota rolled his eyes at Aiki.
“Waste? Would it? I think even that Demon Dragon could finish it all…”
Aiki turned around and pointed at Chiyang.
Chiyang, sitting on the side, took a big bite of roast suckling pig.
“Ahh… Looks like there’s nothing to worry about…”
Joey nodded.
Just as he was about to eat Aiki’s noodles…
“Joey…”
A mature and gentle voice came from outside.
“???”
Joey heard the voice and glared at Aiki.
“Why are they here? Why did you let them in without telling me???”
Aiki shrugged.
“Young Master, in the entire Demon King’s Castle, only you can stop that one…”
“Haah… So annoying…”
Joey rubbed his head in frustration.
“Whoosh!!!”
At that moment, a black shadow flew in from outside the door, crashing into Joey and pinning him from his seat to the wall.
“Boom!!!”
A mature black-haired lady straddled Joey’s waist and rubbed her face against his body.
“Joey Joey Joey Joey Joey Joey Joey Joey Joey Joey!!!! Did you miss me!!!”
Though mature, her tone and manner were as energetic as a little girl…
“Ugh… Miss… completely… didn’t want to see you… Veiweiya…”
Joey pressed his hand to Veiweiya’s face.
Veiweiya…
One of the Four Generals of the Demon King Army.
Though a general, her former title was…
The Demon King Successor, meant to replace the previous Demon King…
Invincible in battle, but was defeated by Joey, the stat monster.
She’s also the only one in the world who could withstand five attacks from Joey.
When she was defeated by Joey, Veiweiya was covered in blood, leaning against the wall.
“Puh…”
She moved her lips and spat.
A tooth fell to the floor…
“It’s been so long since I tasted defeat…”
Veiweiya looked at the black-armored Joey before her with a hint of admiration.
“Finally, I feel alive again…”
She closed her eyes.
“Didn’t expect to feel it at the brink of death. How interesting…”
“Dead?”
Joey tilted his head.
“Why would I want you dead?”
Veiweiya raised her eyebrows.
“You fought me for so long just to take the throne and kill me, didn’t you?”
“Kill you… for what?”
Joey stabbed his magic sword into the ground, removed his armor, and stood before Veiweiya in his bare feet.
The shota stood barefoot before Veiweiya.
Joey shook his head.
“Of course, I wanted to enslave you…”
“A person who once aimed to be Demon King, forced to swallow her pride and become my subordinate, looking at me every day but unable to kill me… Just thinking about it is fun…”
And now…
Veiweiya buried her face in Joey’s neck.
“Punish Joey! Punish!!!!”
Veiweiya pressed her sharp nose to Joey’s collarbone, sniffing like a lazy cat.
“Haah… Don’t sniff there! It’s super ticklish!”