After crossing over, the demon king rolled in my arms and acted like a spoiled child

Ma Qiao started to make a scene, pointing at Ming Yuan and shouting, "See, see, this man's ambition is exposed. I said he couldn't be with us without asking for anything in return. He really has intentions towards Ji Yue!"

"It's obvious who has the intention," Ming Yuan retorted.

After the rebuttal, he felt a little annoyed. When did he lower his status so much that he actually quarreled with a greenhorn. It was really lowering his status!

"Yours is called intention, mine is called love!" Ma Qiao raised his voice.

"Enough! Get out if you keep making noise!" Bai Jiri shouted. He was not so good-tempered when it came to matters involving his sister.

Ma Qiao shuddered and kept silent, and Ming Yuan also pursed his lips.

Lord Demon didn't think it was beneath his dignity to be yelled at by his future brother-in-law.

Bai Jiri looked at Bai Jiyue and said, "Sister, we agreed to find a way to get our family back to the capital. Why did you only ask for a pardon for exile when you asked the emperor for a reward?"

Originally, the two of them were discussing asking the emperor for grace to allow their entire family to return to the capital.

"Haven't you noticed? The emperor is not happy even if we pardon the crime of exile. He is still wary of my father, and so he is wary of us as well." Bai Jiyue said.

Bai Jiri frowned: "Dad's crime is embezzlement. I really don't know why the emperor should be afraid of him!"

"Dad's affairs are not that simple." Bai Jiyue said in a deep voice.

Based on her intuition gained from years of spying, she felt that there was something hidden here.

“So I didn’t dare to show my intention to return to the capital. I just asked him to forgive my crime of exile and let me leave the Dark Stone Wasteland. I tried my best to make him feel that we were harmless.

"Besides, we are both still young and inexperienced. If we rashly return to the capital, we will have no place to stay and will easily attract provocation and assassination from that family. We are not afraid, but mother and Jiyun are in danger."

Bai Jiri nodded: "You are very thoughtful. We can first settle our mother and Jiyun in other counties and wait until the time is right before returning to the capital. Since the emperor has pardoned the crime of exile, we can go anywhere. He didn't say that we can't return to the capital."

Bai Jiyue smiled: "That's exactly what I mean. Let's take it slow."

"Then are you two still helping my father?" asked Cen Yanhuai who was listening quietly.

Bai Jiyue smiled at him: "We are willing to do so, as long as the governor does not despise us for being stupid."

Cen Yanhuai laughed: "If you two are stupid, there will be no smart people!"

Everyone laughed.

They chatted and laughed for a while, and the sun gradually set.

Zhu Yuan suggested: "Today is the fifteenth day of every month. I heard that there is a big market in the east of the city on the fifteenth day of every month. It opens until midnight and is very lively. How about we go to the market?"

Everyone said "yes" in unison. The Dark Stone Wasteland was too barren, and the prosperity of the capital city attracted them.

Several people went back to their rooms to pack up and prepare to go out. Bai Jiyue poured some insects into the cage for the little bird, changed his clothes, and went out with the others.

The fair is indeed very lively, with everything from food to entertainment to daily necessities.

This was Bai Jiyue’s first time “shopping” in this ancient alien world after traveling here. She looked around and found it quite new.

After walking a few steps, a pastry wrapped in a lotus leaf was handed to her. She took a step back and saw Ma Qiao's smiling face.

"You eat it yourself. I don't like it." She refused without hesitation.

"You used to love cakes the most..."

"You also said that it was in the past. I am not the same person now." Bai Jiyue looked at him and said bluntly, "Ma Qiao, we are just friends now. You should understand."

Ma Qiao's face fell, and he stammered, "It was all my fault before, it's not your fault..."

"No matter how good you are, it's impossible for us to achieve that. You don't have to waste your time on me." Bai Jiyue said coldly.

These days, everyone could see how attentive Ma Qiao was to her, so she had to be more straightforward and heartless.

Without waiting for Ma Qiao to answer, she turned and went into a rouge and powder shop next door to avoid him.

She walked around inside and bought two boxes of rouge and powder to bring to her mother and Mrs. Cen. When she walked out of the store, she happened to see Bai Ji Ri struggling with a ragged child.

She walked over quickly and asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"

When the child saw her coming, he let go of Bai Jiri and ran away quickly. After turning around in the crowd, he disappeared.

Bai Jiyue asked: "Brother, who is that child?"

Bai Jiri shook his head: "A little beggar just ran over to me to ask for money. I gave him two copper coins, and he pulled me to kowtow to me in gratitude. I quickly pulled him up."

Bai Jiyue looked at the place where the little beggar disappeared, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

For some reason, she felt that the little beggar was a little strange...

"There's a storyteller over there, let's go listen to a story!" Zhu Yuan came over and suggested, pointing at the teahouse in front.

Everyone agreed and went together.

In addition to tea, the teahouse also has pastries. Bai Jiri took the initiative to treat the guests and ordered tea and a few plates of pastries.

The storyteller drank a sip of tea and continued the second part: "Speaking of the Demon Lord of Shenyuan Continent, it is said that he is immortal and has boundless magical powers. No one has ever seen his true face——"

"Even the Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Clan can only live for 900 years. How come this Demon Lord is immortal?" Someone interrupted the storyteller.

The storyteller shook his head and said, "Don't be anxious, my dear guest. Listen to me slowly. All things in the world are mutually exclusive and interdependent. The Immortal Emperor can only live for 900 years. How can the Demon Lord be immortal forever? In fact, his immortality is not absolute. He needs to be reborn every 900 years."

"How to be reborn?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"It is said that he will become a baby again and then grow up slowly. During this period, his magic power will weaken. If he encounters any accident during this time, he will also be reduced to ashes."

"So, if he was attacked by someone with ulterior motives during this period, he might be killed?"

"That's right. The races in the dark world are all barbaric and uncivilized. Therefore, every nine hundred years when the Demon King is reborn, a lot of chaos will occur. Those are people who want to seize power when the Demon King is reborn as a baby and his magic power is weak."

Someone said loudly: "I heard that there were some unusual movements at Xuanmai Gate a while ago. I wonder if it has anything to do with this?"

The storyteller counted on his fingers and said, "It seems that it is time for the Demon Lord to be reborn after his tribulation."

Everyone started talking about it, and some people even started to get nervous.

The storyteller hurriedly tried to calm the atmosphere: "But don't panic, everyone. The Xuanmai Gate is guarded by the immortals, so it must be foolproof. The Shenyuan Continent is isolated from our Qinglan Continent, so no matter how much chaos there is, it will not affect us."

Xie Ping took a sip of tea and asked Zhu Yuan: "Do you think what he said is true?"