The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Di Yin leaned closer and whispered in Liu Rangchen's ear: "Even if you ask me to dig out my heart and give it to the Ghost Clan as compensation, I would be willing to do so."

Liu Rangchen's ears instantly turned red, and he waved his sword to shake off his hand: "Pooh! Pooh! Pooh! Slippery tongue! You're willing to give it to me, but I still find it disgusting."

Cang Yuan raised his hand and summoned a dark blue flame: "Stop making trouble, let's prepare for the ceremony first. Di Yin, deal with the soul beasts. Let Chen go and collect the soul-soothing flowers needed for the altar."

Liu Rangchen glared at Di Yin fiercely, then turned and disappeared into the night. Di Yin touched his cheeks, which were burning from being glared at, and smiled foolishly: "Even when he is angry, he looks so good..."

When Liu Rangchen came back with the soul-calming flower, he ran into Di Yin who was busy grilling meat around the campfire. The meat was roasted black and sparks flew from time to time.

He couldn't help but sneer: "A great Demon Lord, you can't even grill meat?" Di Yin's eyes lit up immediately and handed him the barbecue fork: "You come! I'm sure you can grill better than me!"

Liu Rangchen hesitated for a moment, but still took the fork. The firelight reflected on his profile, and his eyelashes cast tiny shadows under his eyes. Di Yin was so fascinated by the scene that he suddenly reached out to wipe the ash off the tip of his nose: "Little Flower Rabbit."

Liu Rangchen froze and glared at him with disdain, "Who wants you to care?"

"Wow! It smells so good!" After Su Xiang finished speaking, he walked over from not far away. He did not consider himself an outsider and took the grilled skewers and started eating.

Di Yin looked at his thin arms and legs and couldn't help but frowning, "Xiao Xiang, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but Xiao Yang is not here now, can you change back to your Great Demon Lord's body shape?

Look at you now, you are as thin as a chicken. I am afraid that you will be exhausted to death if I lift something heavy."

Su Xiang rolled his eyes at Di Yin, "Uncle Wang, do you have any vision? Don't look at me as skinny, I am full of tendons! Last time I moved that Netherworld Stone weighing over a thousand pounds, I didn't even blink an eye!"

He deliberately rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms that were so thin that blue veins could be seen, and shook them.

Hearing this, Cang Yuan smiled and waved, handing another skewer of golden and greasy meat to Su Xiang, "Come on, come on, eat more, you've become so thin. By the way, Yang Yang loves to join in the fun, why didn't he come with you this time?"

Su Xiang held a skewer of meat in his mouth and said incoherently: "Brother? I haven't seen you for a few days. I guess you are playing with the Buyehou in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters."

Liu Rangchen turned over the sizzling skewers of meat, sparks flying. Di Yin squatted beside him, staring at his movements intently, his Adam's apple rolling up and down unconsciously.

"Stay away." Liu Rangchen said with disdain, without even looking up, "I don't need you to watch over the barbecue."

"I'll just take a look." Di Yin stretched out his hand to take the skewer, but Liu Rangchen dodged it, with the bone knife between them. "Come any closer, or I'll scratch your face."

Di Yin smiled and stepped back, raising his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I won't move. But your grilling skills show that you are an expert."

Liu Rangchen snorted coldly and continued to flip the skewers. The fat dripped into the fire, emitting a burning aroma.

Di Yin took a deep breath and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "It smells so good. As expected of a great general of the Ghost Clan. Even barbecue is better than others."

"Stop talking nonsense." Liu Rangchen put the grilled skewers on the stone slab beside him.

Di Yin immediately reached out to take it, but was so burned that he shook his hand away, muttering, "Boiling, boiling! It's so hot and you didn't even remind me."

"Who told you to steal it?" Liu Rangchen glanced at him and continued to grill the next skewer. "This is for the master."

"What about me?" Di Yin came over shamelessly, "I've been busy doing so much work, but I can't even have a skewer of barbecue?"

"You, the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, are you still missing this?" Liu Rangchen sneered, and suddenly swung the bone knife in his hand towards Di Yin. Di Yin reacted very quickly, jumping back to avoid it, and the blade brushed past the corner of his clothes, cutting off a few pieces of cloth.

"Ah! Murder of a relative..." Before Di Yin could finish his words, he was choked back by Liu Rangchen's cold eyes. He touched his nose and said awkwardly, "It's just a joke, don't take it so seriously."

Liu Rangchen ignored him and focused on grilling the meat.

Di Yin squatted beside them, saying a few words from time to time, sometimes praising the deliciousness of the meat, sometimes asking when they could eat it, like a sparrow that could not be driven away.

"If you want to eat it, grill it yourself." Liu Rangchen was annoyed by the question and threw him a skewer of raw meat and a roasting fork.

Di Yin took it happily and tried to flip it like Liu Rangchen, but his grilling skills were so poor that he burnt the meat black in a short while and almost burned his sleeves.

"I can't eat this at all!" Di Yin held up the charred skewer of meat, looking aggrieved. Liu Rangchen glanced at him and sneered, "You deserve it, I'll starve you to death!"

"It's because you won't teach me." Di Yin muttered in a low voice, looking eagerly at the golden and shiny skewers of meat in Liu Rangchen's hand, "Just grill one for me, and I promise not to talk."

Liu Rangchen turned a deaf ear to him, placed the roasted skewers neatly on the stone slab, stood up, picked them up and left, leaving Di Yin staring at his burnt skewers.

Before leaving, he did not forget to say: "If you want to eat, find a way yourself."

When the ceremony began, Liu Rangchen was wearing the newly sewn ghost armor and a soft gold belt around his waist that Di Yin had obtained from somewhere.

Di Yin stood behind him, his eyes so hot that they seemed to melt him: "Little bastard, you look so majestic in your armor!"

Liu Rangchen snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense. Once everything here is completed, go back to your Shura clan immediately."

Di Yin immediately shook his head, "No, unless you come with me, I will stay in the Ghost Clan and be your follower for the rest of my life."

As he spoke, he gently grabbed Liu Rangchen's wrist and pulled him into his arms, "When the Ghost Clan's reconstruction is completed, I will personally write a letter to the chiefs of the forty-two clans in the Demon Realm.

I want to let them know that even if there are only a few dozen Ghost Clan members now, as long as I, Di Yin, stand on this scorched earth, anyone who dares to take even a single step will be an enemy of the Shura Clan's millions of cavalrymen!"

Cang Yuan paused as he was injecting soul fire into the altar, a faint blue light flickering in his eyes. Su Xiang also stopped chewing the skewer of meat, staring at the demonic energy surging around Di Yin.

In the shadow formed by the demonic energy, one can vaguely see the Shura clan's battle flag blocking out the sun and their iron armor looking cold.

Liu Rangchen struggled to break free from Di Yin's arms, "Let me go! Who wants to go back to the Shura tribe with you? Stop daydreaming here!

Don't think you can change my mind with just a few big words. The blood feud of the Ghost Clan cannot be wiped out with just a few words!"

Di Yin nodded seriously, "I know, you believe me. I will personally pay back everything that was destroyed a thousand times. Not as a charity from the Demon Lord, but as..."

His Adam's apple rolled, showing a rare trace of discomfort, "As someone who can stand beside you."

Liu Rangchen was silent for a long time. "I've heard a lot of empty talk. If the Ghost Clan rebuilds and another alien race covets it, can you really go against the entire Demon Realm for just the remnants of your clan?"

"I promise! I will fight for you with my life to get back what the cavalry crushed. Tomorrow I will order half of the Shura tribe's military equipment to be transferred to the border. Is that enough to prove my sincerity?"

"…You said it yourself, don't regret it."

Di Yin took out the token that symbolized the Demon Lord's identity and pressed it heavily on Liu Rangchen's palm:

"Here is the token. You can mobilize half of the Shura tribe's military power. If any alien race dares to attack the Ghost tribe, you can send troops directly without notifying them!"