The Demon Lords

Chapter 959 - 215: Sweet Dream (Part 3)

The worst I can do is send two thousand riders up there to fill the place,

and still manage to get you captured alive to kneel down and call me daddy!

Damn it,

I’m done with this serving!

The blind man nodded, sat down again, picked up the teacup, and drank some tea that had already cooled,

he said:

"My lord, if something really goes wrong, the problem will be huge."

If the princess encounters trouble at Snow Sea Pass, the subsequent reactions alone are enough to make one’s head spin.

But the next thing Zheng Fan said left the blind man speechless:

"If Old Sha really wants to make a move, should we, should we, should we stand by the princess and fight Old Sha?"

A Ming picked up the wine pouch, drank a mouthful of blood, and wiped his mouth.

Siniang shrugged, her gaze slightly dim.

The blind man laughed, but said nothing.

Because the blind man realized that the actions and choices of my lord were actually correct.

Whether it was my lord or the Mo Wans, they had all been helped by Shatuo Queshi before. If it hadn’t been for Shatuo Queshi backing them up during the incident outside Yin City’s station, not only Zheng Fan but also the blind man and Xue Three would have died, not to mention the possibility of the Mo Wans collectively perishing if anything happened to my lord.

Doing that kind of repay kindness with enmity stuff is too pointless.

Zheng Fan turned his head to Siniang and said:

"Siniang, I’m a bit hungry, make some supper."

"Alright, my lord."

The ingredients were actually prepared already, since the princess arrived at the residence, but she hadn’t eaten, so they were left unused.

Not long after, Siniang brought over two bowls of noodles and two side dishes.

A Ming didn’t eat, he continued drinking blood.

The blind man wasn’t polite, he walked over, picked up a bowl, and started eating.

Zheng Fan also picked up a bowl and smelled the scent of the noodles.

The noodles made by Siniang were very firm, always suiting Zheng Fan’s taste preference.

Siniang also brought a tray of buns,

the blind man took one and bit into it; it was juicy but not greasy.

"My lord, just by Siniang’s bun-making skills, if we don’t open a Dragon Gate Inn in the future, it would really be a loss."

No matter the time, there’s always a fallback for everyone.

If the royal court doesn’t work out,

isn’t there still the carefree street?

Zheng Fan took a bun and bit into it,

he said:

"With her, she still has no privilege making us sell buns to make a living!"

......

"Mm...... Ah...... Mm......"

Inside the prison cell,

The wild king, covered in sweat, eyes tightly shut, was having a nightmare.

In the dream,

it was the scene by Wang River where his main wild force was crushed.

Countless wild warriors were wailing, confused, screaming,

defeated like a landslide,

completely beyond any chance of recovery.

This was a despair, a deep-seated despair where you are completely knocked off your feet with your face trampled on, unable to utter a word of defiance.

The wild king desperately wanted to break free from the nightmare,

but he couldn’t,

he could only be forced to watch those familiar faces, those followers who once fought for the great cause of the wilds alongside him.

They stood before him, smiling at him, then their faces, their bodies, began to be torn apart piece by piece, all the bloody scene unfolding before his eyes.

The wild king’s nightmare had not happened just once or twice, ever since he was confined in this prison beneath Lord Pingye’s manor, it was like this almost every night.

But tonight,

it was extraordinarily intense,

so intense that although he realized it was a dream, he still couldn’t break free.

This was because,

tonight beside him, there was not only a coffin but also a Mo Wan filled with huge resentment.

The Mo Wan was calling, calling for Shatuo Queshi’s awakening.

Hatred,

is one of the most primal and pure emotions. It lacks the inclusiveness brought by love, but because it’s singular, it often becomes more deeply etched in one’s heart.

Finally,

Shatuo Queshi’s eyes,

slowly began to open.

This time the opening was different from the past: there was no green or blood light, instead, it revealed a clarity.

Yes,

clarity.

Even,

at that instant,

the original ominous aura emanating from him was suddenly retracted, along with the vast resentment previously released by the Mo Wan.

"......" Mo Wan.

As a troublemaker,

the Mo Wan felt like it had succeeded.

But the problem was,

the explosive scene didn’t appear.

Shatuo Queshi turned his face,

looked at the Mo Wan,

the Mo Wan’s expression was a bit stiff, because he couldn’t find any trace of resentment in Shatuo Queshi’s gaze.

Right after,

Shatuo Queshi extended his hand,

he gripped the stone where the Mo Wan’s essence was contained.

Shatuo Queshi opened his mouth,

his throat no longer emitted chaotic beast-like sounds as before, but clear syllables:

"Help...... me..."

......

The location of Lord Pingye’s manor was chosen by Liang Cheng.

Following the principles of feng shui, this place matches the layout of Snow Sea Pass internally and corresponds to the Skybreak Mountain range externally.

At this moment,

the princess had already lay down,

her eyes shut.

"Knock knock knock......

The sound of knocking came.

The princess opened her eyes and sat up from the bed.

Usually, when she rests, her people do not disturb her, nor would Seventh Uncle knock in such a manner.

The princess got down from the bed,

instinctively drew a knife hanging from the bedside, and put on a cloak.

She walked to the door, didn’t call anyone, because if there was a threat right outside, calling out wouldn’t make any difference.

She used the tip of the knife to push open the door.

Outside,

It wasn’t the small courtyard of the West House of Lord Pingye’s manor nor the silence of the latter part of the night.

What she saw,

was an endless desert,

and a tribe within the desert that was being slaughtered.

The princess closed her eyes and opened them again,

the slaughter continued; the ones killing were dressed in Black Armor, they were indeed the Northern Army.

The princess’s lips curled into a smile,

she mocked herself:

"I’m actually having this kind of......

The princess took a deep breath,

closed her eyes once again, and uttered two final words:

"......sweet dream."