The Demon Lords

Chapter 838 185: Silly Smile_4

He's truly dumb,

Is he dumb?

...

"I went up that mountain and saw the Taoist priests in the monastery were torturing a cat. I thought the cat's cries were pitiful, so I took my axe and killed everyone in the monastery.

Then, I saw the injured cat was in great pain too, so I killed the cat as well.

I went to the basin and saw a woman being buried alive. I thought being buried alive wasn't good, it was too deep, so I thought it should only be half-buried, it looks better that way.

I dug the woman out, and the group of people who buried her found me. They all wanted to kill me, so I killed all those bandits.

The woman said she was willing to be an ox or a horse in her next life to repay me,

I said okay,

so I sent her to her next life."

Bland, monotonous, dull, and emotionless recounting,

continued slowly;

Zheng Fan slowly opened his eyes,

and saw Fanli sitting at the lower seat,

realized he was still in the principal chair.

Except, his head felt a bit swollen, like he was drunk, not very comfortable.

Fanli was still narrating, telling his story.

Zheng Fan was regaining his senses while listening quietly,

upon hearing this,

he finally understood,

that the scenes he had formed in his mind before,

actually came from Fanli's recounting.

Maybe it was because of the drug, he felt hypnotized, so he was forcibly "immersed" in Fanli's narrative.

So, the reason for the dreary and dull scenes and plot before was understandable, because the "plot" progressed from this simple-minded recounting.

Fanli truly didn't have the ability to tell a story in a way that makes you feel delighted and interested, meanwhile, he probably had vivid memories of that indulgent happiness, so he emphasized it heavily in his story.

You could imagine,

in that half an hour,

while staring at Fanli's face and watching him eat voraciously,

in reality,

Fanli was probably:

"That day in the hall, I ate... I ate... I ate... I ate... I ate..."

Finally,

Fanli seemed to notice Zheng Fan had awoken,

he scratched his head a bit embarrassedly,

"My lord, you're awake?"

Zheng Fan blinked, encouraged himself to prop up his arms, to sit more comfortably.

"Why did you drug me?"

This was a pointless question he had to ask.

Fanli continued his awkward head-scratching, and said:

"Because my words are clumsy, so I thought using this method would make it easier for my lord to understand."

"Well, thank you."

This drug was probably something Fanli got from Xue Three.

Given the relationships between demons, it's easy to procure something from one another, especially as Xue Three often needs to ask other demons for blood for experiments, there's already a need for exchanges.

Based on Zheng Fan's actual feeling, this drug should be used during interrogations, with effects similar to a "truth serum."

"My lord, are you feeling alright?"

Fanli asked with concern.

Zheng Fan looked at Fanli, he really wanted to pull out a knife and leave a few holes in this guy.

"Why did you do this?"

"Because my words are clumsy, I thought saying heartfelt words this way should…"

"Why do you want to tell me your heartfelt words?"

Fanli paused for a moment,

stepping back half a step,

his face still held that honest smile:

"My lord, you're my lord, if I don't tell you, who else would I tell?"

The translation of these words would be:

You're my benefactor, who else should I rely on but you?

Lord Zheng was almost choked by anger, before he could say anything, Fanli continued:

"My lord, no one knows my past, those past events, only I know, I want to tell you."

These words,

along with Fanli's sincere expression,

even if you know that this guy's "real face" isn't that innocent,

you'd still be moved by him.

Because Fanli tells the truth, Fanli's past, it doesn't exist in the comics, possibly even the author "Hui Qiang" didn't have a complete concept for it because comics often emphasize a compelling opening, they can't afford too much length to build background, readers don't have the patience.

Therefore, Fanli's past, what he calls his "heartfelt words," are truly unique, only he knows them, and Zheng Fan is the second one.

Zheng Fan helplessly pointed to his neck,

and said:

"Will you chop me up?"

Fanli paused for a moment,

then honestly nodded,

and said:

"My lord, in the past, there were many times I wanted to chop your head off."

"..." Zheng Fan.

The scene,

instantly plunged into some kind of awkwardness.

Truths often hurt the most.

"Then why haven't you done it yet?" Zheng Fan asked.

"Because I'm afraid after I chop you, I'd be gone too."

"Oh."

Zheng Fan nodded.

This, really makes a lot of sense.

"However, my lord, I don't want to chop you anymore." Fanli said.

"Why?"

"Because I think my lord is becoming more and more interesting."

"Interesting?"

"Yes, my lord is becoming more and more amusing. At first, you were as dull as dry wood."

Being called silly,

by a simpleton,

felt like a double blow.

"The blind ones say, my lord is progressing gradually, transforming, but I don't think so."

"Then what do you think?"