The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

Chu Feng frantically drank the two pots of Hundred Flowers Wine. The sweet wine poured into his throat like a clear spring, instantly washing away the remaining spicy taste in his mouth.

As the wine flowed through his body, the burning sensation that had originally been like a blazing flame was gradually suppressed.

Instead, there was an unprecedented powerful force, which seemed to burst out from his chest.

Although his cheeks were still flushed and the sweat on his forehead was as crystal clear as morning dew, his black eyes turned red at this moment, with red flames dancing in them.

He stood up with difficulty, put his hands on the table, and looked at Manzhu opposite him with a dazed look, as if he was about to lose the strength to stand.

When Manzhu saw this, her face turned pale instantly, and she realized that she might have gone too far.

She hurriedly stood up, walked in front of Chu Feng, and wanted to reach out to support him.

However, just as her hand was about to touch his arm, Chu Feng turned into a ball of black mist like a phantom and disappeared in an instant.

Manzhu snorted angrily, her voice filled with a hint of coquettishness: "Chu Feng, I wanted you to treat me, but you ran away.

Humph, where can you run to?"

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the shopkeeper's desk. The shopkeeper was counting on an abacus with his head down. When he saw Manzhu coming,

He quickly put down the abacus in his hand, bowed and said with a smile: "Hello, Senior Sister!"

Manzhu's expression was cold, she just nodded slightly and said, "Here's the money for the food and drinks!"

Before she finished speaking, she slammed her hand heavily on the table, and then quickly withdrew it.

Two purple gold spirit stones suddenly appeared on the table. The shopkeeper's eyes lit up and he quickly picked up the spirit stones and put them in his arms.

With a broad smile on her face, she said, "Elder Sister is always generous. The guest who just dined with you was obviously not an ordinary person."

Manzhu stood with her head held high. A red spider lily on her high bun swayed gently with her movements, as if carrying a hint of unparalleled pride.

Her eyes sparkled with confidence, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She said proudly: "How could the man I, Manzhu, like be an ordinary man?

His talent and charm will surely surpass all the mediocre people in this world."

The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man with a thick black beard and a calm face.

He shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with meaning, and then he slowly said: "If a witch falls in love, it will be tragic.

Love is the most hurtful thing. If you fall into it, you will probably be unable to extricate yourself."

Manzhu's face changed suddenly when she heard this. She grabbed the shopkeeper's collar, glared at him, and shouted sharply, "What did you say?

I will make him completely submit to me and let him know what true witch love is!"

Her eyes were full of stubbornness and unwillingness, as if she wanted to crush all doubts.

However, the shopkeeper was not afraid at all. Instead, he spoke earnestly like an elder: "Manzhu, don't blame me for not reminding you.

That young man is not as simple as he seems. He is deep-minded, insidious and cunning.

If you get emotional easily, you might fall into his trap."

Upon hearing this, Manzhu loosened the shopkeeper's collar, crossed her arms over her chest, and a hint of disdain and determination flashed in her eyes.

She sneered and said, “He dares not obey me in my territory?

My Manzhu's methods are not something he can easily bear.

I will use my own way to let him know the true majesty of a witch and the irresistible charm."

Her tone was full of confidence and dominance, as if everything was under her control.

Inside Xiaoyao Palace.

Chu Feng sat cross-legged quietly, as if he had become one with the exotic flowers and plants around him.

The flowers are vying for beauty and each exudes a unique fragrance, and the red flowers of the other shore are even more gorgeous and as hot as flames, adding a different touch of color to this quiet place.

Chu Feng closed his eyes and concentrated, gently forming seals with his hands, and a faint demonic energy surrounded his body.

He was concentrating on slowly refining the powerful force in his body into purer demonic energy.

This process requires extremely high concentration and strong willpower, and any carelessness may lead to failure.

Recalling what happened in the market restaurant just now, Chu Feng couldn't help but frown slightly.

He was tricked by Manzhu and had no choice but to eat a large pot of spicy mutton hotpot.

The chili peppers and ginseng in the hot pot were both extremely precious medicinal ingredients, and the spiciness made him almost spit out fire.

What was even more unexpected to him was that he was forced to drink two bottles of Hundred Flowers Wine, a fine wine made from various precious flowers. It was fragrant but also incredibly strong.

At this moment, Chu Feng was using the power of these herbs to transform them into the demonic energy he needed.

Beads of sweat kept falling from his forehead, and each drop seemed to contain the pain and persistence in his body.

However, he did not show any intention of backing down, but instead became more determined in his inner conviction.

During this long refining process, Chu Feng's body seemed to have undergone an earth-shaking change.

Waves of demonic energy surged like surging waves, bringing him an indescribable sense of pleasure.

The feeling was so strong that he couldn't help but open his eyes suddenly and look around at the gorgeous flowers and plants, as well as the dreamy patches of red spider lilies.

He raised his hand, and saw a ball of blazing flame emerging from his palm, like a bright star, shining with dazzling light.

He waved his hand lightly, and the originally vibrant flowers and plants were instantly engulfed by the fire and turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The air began to be filled with various floral scents and burning smells, interweaving to create a strange and unique atmosphere.

Chu Feng chose to close his eyes and sit cross-legged among the flowers, as if he had merged into one with the sea of ​​fire.

He took a deep breath, absorbing the resentment emitted by the burning flowers and plants, and transformed this resentment bit by bit into demonic energy in his body.

There was always a faint smile on his face, as if he had found some indescribable peace and satisfaction in this raging fire.

At this moment, a red spider lily suddenly floated over from outside and turned into a graceful girl, who was Manzhu.

She looked at the scene before her and felt an indescribable fear in her heart.

Chu Feng was in the sea of ​​fire, his eyes tightly closed, but he still had a smile on his face, as if he was immersed in some mysterious state.

Manzhu's heart tightened. She didn't understand what was going on.

She couldn't bear to watch Chu Feng being engulfed by the sea of ​​fire, so she immediately rushed towards the sea of ​​fire and pulled Chu Feng out.

Her movements were swift and decisive, filled with concern and worry for Chu Feng.

After the two of them stabilized their bodies, Manzhu's gaze instantly froze in front of her.

The originally colorful sea of ​​flowers has now been burned to ashes by the raging fire.

She bent over and shouted, "My brothers and sisters, you... died miserably!"

There was endless sorrow and anger in his voice.

At this time, wisps of green smoke slowly drifted over, carrying a faint smell of burning.

Chu Feng took a deep breath and opened his mouth. The green smoke seemed to be attracted to him and was all sucked into his body. It instantly turned into a thick demonic energy that lingered around him.

"Manzhu!"

Chu Feng called out, his voice carrying a hint of urgency.

Manzhu turned around upon hearing the voice and looked at Chu Feng. She found that there was dust stuck in his hair and his face was dirty.

She couldn't help but reach out and gently wipe the dust off his face, her eyes full of concern: "Daoyou, why are you so embarrassed again?"

Chu Feng looked at her and suddenly laughed foolishly: "Hehe, just now in the restaurant, I drank those two pots of Hundred Flowers Wine,

I didn't expect the alcohol to be so strong. I felt a little drunk and was about to lose control.

I was afraid of hurting you, so I ran back in a hurry."

There was a hint of apology and helplessness in his words.

Afterwards, Chu Feng once again turned his gaze towards the ashes in front of him.

The ashes fluttered in the wind, just like the lost life, never to return.

He cupped his hands and said with a look of self-blame, “I’m sorry, Manzhu.

I lost control just now. If you hadn't appeared in time, I, Chu, would have been trapped in that illusion and unable to get out.

In my dream, I dreamed of being intimate with you again..."

Having said this, Chu Feng's voice suddenly became low, as if he was hiding something.

Manzhu gently stroked Chu Feng's face, and their eyes met at this moment.

There were fiery flames dancing in the two pairs of red eyes, like two burning hearts colliding with each other.

She couldn't help but ask softly, "Daoyou, will you treat me well sincerely?"

Chu Feng heard this and held her wrist affectionately.

With a firm look in his eyes, he said, “I am very grateful to you for bringing me back from the mass grave last night and giving me a warm home.

We are all people of the magic path. Fate has already tied us together, so it is natural for us to be together.

If we weren't destined to be together, how could we have met in this vast sea of ​​people?"

However, Manzhu did not notice anything unusual. She just thought that Chu Feng was speaking the truth after drinking, and she couldn't help but feel proud.

Chu Feng secretly rejoiced that the lie he had made up could be covered up so easily.