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    Chapter 12: Study – Fingertips Brush Against Yun Xia’s Eyes and Cheeks…

    Yun Xia followed An He towards the Myriad Demon Hall. He originally wanted to memorize the route, but it was simply too large. They walked for a long time, making countless turns, and Yun Xia had already given up.

    He asked An He, and learned that flying was not allowed here without permission, except for the Demon Lord himself.

    The nights in the Demon Realm were even darker, and the various buildings began to light up.

    But with such a large place, and not many lights lit, it appeared even more eerie and sinister.

    At this time, the occasional patrol of demon guards actually provided a sense of security.

    To Yun Xia’s surprise, there was light in the Myriad Demon Hall, and it was the kind of light that was being used.

    Could it be that the Demon Lord was still here?

    He and An He replaced the two demon attendants at the door, standing one on the left and one on the right.

    As the sound of the two attendants’ footsteps faded away, the surroundings became even quieter.

    Yun Xia recalled his time standing at attention during military training…

    It was his first time as a demon attendant, and he had started out with some novelty and enthusiasm, but after only half an hour, he couldn’t take it anymore.

    It was still a long time until dawn, and he really wasn’t someone who could stay still, so he began to encourage An He to chat.

    But the person who had been chatting and laughing with him on the way here, now only shook his head at him, and continued to guard earnestly.

    Yun Xia: “…”

    Help…

    He wanted to sneak away but didn’t dare, so he could only force himself to stand at attention. It was too painful.

    Just as he was enduring, and had endured for another half an hour, enduring to the point where he wanted to do radio exercises in place—

    “Someone.”

    Suddenly, two quiet words came from the depths of the main hall.

    Although they sounded like a soft murmur, these two words actually carried an invisible energy, clearly entering Yun Xia’s ears, like two huge waves crashing down on his head, causing him to shudder.

    Without needing to identify, it was the Demon Lord.

    Yun Xia swallowed.

    Just those two casual words gave off such a heavy pressure, making him more deeply appreciate the weight of the Demon Lord.

    Perhaps he couldn’t speak to the Demon Lord so casually anymore.

    He looked at An He, not knowing whether one person should go in or both.

    An He pointed at Yun Xia, mouthing: Go.

    Yun Xia repeatedly beckoned: Together, together.

    It wasn’t that he was afraid, but if he wasn’t skilled enough, An He could directly take over, which would be more appropriate.

    An He thought about it, since it was his first day, and nodded.

    The two walked into the Myriad Demon Hall.

    The Myriad Demon Hall was very large, and didn’t only have one main hall. Inside, there were many side halls.

    They walked to the study, located almost at the very back, and saw the man reclining on a black gluttonous patterned chair.

    The man wasn’t wearing a mask, and his face was exposed like that. Yun Xia thought, it seems His Esteemed Lord doesn’t want to completely hide his face.

    He wasn’t looking this way, propping up his head, holding a memorial in his hand, reading it with no expression on his face.

    Pale yellow light fell on his face, as if plating it with a faint glaze.

    Only a few Devil Markings abruptly crawling on that perfect profile, destroying this balanced beauty, forming another kind of beauty that was dangerous and depraved, probing into the abyss.

    At this time, Yun Xia was actually distracted for a moment—

    His Esteemed Lord is in a bad mood.

    An He bowed very properly: “Your Esteemed Lord.”

    Yun Xia was slow to react to the beauty and followed suit, half-kneeling down. The Demon Lord didn’t look at them, but continued to look at the memorial.

    An He didn’t move, as if he would kneel like this forever unless the Demon Lord called him.

    Yun Xia was made uneasy by the solidified atmosphere, and didn’t dare to act rashly. An invisible pressure pressed down on their heads, even though the Demon Lord wasn’t doing anything.

    They knelt for a long time, and no one dared to get up, let alone inquire or urge.

    The current Demon Lord wasn’t the easy-going Demon Lord, but the Demon Lord known to everyone. Even someone as bold as Yun Xia didn’t dare to speak or act casually at this time.

    Not knowing how long had passed, when Yun Xia’s knees were numb, the Demon Lord suddenly snorted coldly, and the air seemed to shake with it. Then, the Demon Lord threw the memorial in his hand out, smashing it onto the soft couch diagonally opposite, making a muffled sound.

    “Put them all away,” the Demon Lord finally spoke.

    Yun Xia and An He both breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and got up to walk towards the soft couch.

    In front of the soft couch, there was also a table, on which were messily placed memorials and admonishments. The memorials were made of bamboo, and were not large, and the contents inside could only be seen with Demonic Energy.

    An He only made extremely subtle sounds during the process of tidying up.

    Seeing this, Yun Xia walked around to the front of the soft couch to pick up the one that had been thrown by the Demon Lord.

    Unexpectedly, as soon as he picked it up, Yun Xia felt that what he was holding wasn’t a memorial but a bolt of lightning. His hand was so painful and numb from the electric shock that he instinctively let go.

    With a crisp “clatter,” the memorial broke the long silence.

    Yun Xia froze. His hand was still trembling slightly with aftereffects. Seeing that An He was fine, it meant that only this one was like this, carrying the Demon Lord’s anger.

    An He also froze in place.

    The Demon Lord finally looked over for the first time.

    Yun Xia swallowed, looked up, and met the Demon Lord’s cold andDeep red eyes.

    Seeing that it was him, the Demon Lord’s eyes, surging with blood-red waves, stagnated for a moment, and he narrowed his eyes, locking onto him.

    It was the first time Yun Xia had been looked at with such eyes, and he was a little at a loss for a moment. He wanted to bend down to pick it up, but was afraid of being shocked again, and under the Demon Lord’s gaze, he had a feeling that he shouldn’t pick it up now.

    Between the two’s eye contact, time seemed to be stretched very long, and also like it had only passed a short moment. Yun Xia saw the other party slightly part his beautiful lips and said, “Yun Xia.”

    Yun Xia blinked. It was the first time he had heard the Demon Lord call his name.

    People who look good also have good voices, let alone someone like the Demon Lord. Yun Xia’s ears were slightly numb from hearing it.

    After being stunned for a long time, he came back to his senses.

    But since the Demon Lord called his name, what should he say?

    Yun Xia’s mind was confused. He was actually thinking about this question.

    After quickly thinking of a few responses, they were all rejected. He said, “Your Esteemed Lord?”

    Saying “here” or “present” didn’t seem right.

    He pouted and his eyes started to roll, seeing An He’s very subtle hint.

    Oh right!

    He immediately walked out and half-knelt beside An He, who was already kneeling.

    The Demon Lord’s gaze had been on Yun Xia all along. He opened his mouth again: “Leave.”

    Leave?

    Did he think he was too clumsy or that he was affecting His Esteemed Lord’s reading?

    Yun Xia was a little confused, but still obediently prepared to get up and leave.

    But before he could stand up completely, his shoulder was held down.

    Looking up, it was actually An He who had held him down, shaking his head at him.

    Uh, what does that mean?

    An He left alone, leaving only Yun Xia, and the Demon Lord was just watching like that.

    That’s really what it meant.

    Yun Xia thought: As expected of someone who lives in the Demon Palace and can be transferred to the Demon Lord’s side, they are too sharp.

    After An He went out, only he and the Demon Lord were left in the study. Yun Xia was more familiar with this situation, so he wasn’t as nervous. He tentatively stood up, put his hands in front of him, and looked at the Demon Lord innocently.

    He noticed that the Demon Lord had a trace ofTalk on his face, watching him like he was watching a show.

    Yun Xia was even more familiar with this kind of gaze, and he instantly returned to the way they got along in the small world. In the small world, the Demon Lord had spoken to him like this more than once.

    Yun Xia relaxed a lot, and also showed the Demon Lord a bright smile. He carefully looked at his complexion and found that he didn’t see a trace of fatigue, so he said, “Your Esteemed Lord, how is your injury?”

    The Demon Lord found that he enjoyed Yun Xia’s gaze very much. Whenever he looked at himself earnestly, a trace of pleasure would always rise in his heart.

    So he smiled according to his heart’s desire: “Are you worried about this Lord?”

    Yun Xia’s eyeballs rolled around, and he smiled cutely and obsequiously: “If you think that I, a small demon attendant, shouldn’t worry about you, then I will try not to worry in the future.”

    The Demon Lord chuckled and reached out to beckon him.

    Yun Xia uncontrollably flew from his original spot to the reclining Demon Lord, almost crashing straight into him. He quickly supported himself with his hands on the edge of the chair, kneeling on the ground.

    Before he could protest, the Demon Lord pinched his face, kneading his face with his large hand, distorting Yun Xia’s features.

    …!!

    Why does he like to randomly knead other people so much!!

    Yun Xia’s features wrinkled into a ball, and he couldn’t help but grab the Demon Lord’s wrist and shout, “It hurts!”

    The Demon Lord’s hand only stopped for a moment, then continued to knead, but not as hard. His fingertips brushed against Yun Xia’s eyes and cheeks.

    “This face of yours, is really…”

    Yun Xia stared with round eyes, using his eyes to say, “What?”

    But the Demon Lord didn’t continue, and suddenly closed his eyes, saying, “In front of this Lord, there’s no need to learn from them. You’re learning it in a way that’s neither fish nor fowl.”

    Yun Xia got up and rubbed his reddened cheeks. Was he being disliked by the Demon Lord?

    As a modern person, of course he would be out of place entering such an environment. Since the Demon Lord said there was no need to learn, did that mean he didn’t have to be so restrained in the future?

    That’s so good?

    The Demon Lord said with his eyes closed: “Just be like you were in the small world.”

    Yun Xia was now truly happy. As a free-spirited person, what he disliked the most were all kinds of etiquette and various rules and regulations when speaking.

    “Thank you, Your Esteemed Lord! You are really too good to me, Your Esteemed Lord. You don’t know, I was standing outside for a long time after being transferred to the Myriad Demon Hall. To be honest, I’m really not cut out for this, but that doesn’t mean I’m unwilling to guard the door for Your Esteemed Lord! That, Your Esteemed Lord, how about I come in to serve you in the future? I can pour tea and water for you, or tidy up books, and give you a back massage?”

    The Demon Lord didn’t speak. In his ears was the slightly noisy voice of the young man, but he didn’t find it jarring or annoying at all.

    After closing his eyes, everything was black, but gradually, lively faces of Yun Xia appeared before his eyes.

    Even if he didn’t look, just listening to the voice, the Demon Lord could outline his expression.

    His little toy, it seemed, could make him happy for a long time.

    The Demon Lord slowly opened his eyes, putting away the playfulness in his eyes.

    “Granted,” he said.

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