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

When Manzhu rushed to Xiaoyao Palace, the scene before her made her unhappy.

That gorgeous sea of ​​flowers now showed signs of being sat on by people. Pieces of exotic flowers and plants were ruthlessly broken, and even the precious red spider lily was bent.

Manzhu felt a pang of regret, recalling that the sea of ​​flowers she had carefully cultivated was unfortunately burned down by fire. Today she took great pains to replant them, but they were destroyed again.

But on second thought, she felt relieved and murmured to herself: "It seems that you have been here before."

With a hint of anticipation, she slowly walked towards the bedroom, eager to find Chu Feng.

As you step into the bedroom, what comes into view are rows of monks lying or leaning against the beds. Although they have their eyes closed, they still hold their swords tightly in their hands, as if guarding something.

On the bed, Chu Feng, dressed neatly in black, lay flat on his back and fell into a deep sleep.

The monks were awakened by Manzhu's footsteps and the rich fragrance of the red spider lily. One of them pointed a long sword at Manzhu and shouted sternly, "Demon, you are not allowed to hurt our Lord!"

Manzhu chuckled, her eyes full of tenderness: "How could I bear to hurt him?"

Chu Feng on the couch was still sleeping, as if he didn't want to wake up from his dream.

Suddenly, Manzhu heard Chu Feng laugh. It was obvious that he was immersed in his dream again.

Manzhu looked at Chu Feng's sleeping face curiously and said softly, "Why do you always like to dream?"

Before he finished speaking, Manzhu leaned forward. Chu Feng suddenly woke up and stared at Manzhu blankly, his eyes full of astonishment. He was speechless for a moment.

Manzhu stretched out her delicate hand, gently pinched Chu Feng's cheek, and asked mischievously, "Did you dream of me again, fellow Daoist?"

Chu Feng pushed Manzhu away, got off the bed, looked ahead with a determined gaze, and said, "I'm just taking a short break. I'll be leaving soon."

Manzhu sat upright in the center of the bed, her eyes fixed on Chu Feng's gradually receding figure, her heart filled with doubts and unwillingness.

She couldn't understand how there could be a man in this world who could resist the temptation of Manzhu and even pushed her away mercilessly.

A wave of anger and frustration surged in her heart, and she shouted fiercely: "How could you refuse me?"

Before he finished speaking, Manzhu's figure appeared in front of Chu Feng like a flash of lightning.

She opened her arms wide, her eyes full of command: "You are not allowed to leave! Why did you refuse me?"

Chu Feng stopped and turned around with a playful smile on his face.

He said slowly: "Last night... didn't you reject me too?

"You're questioning me now? If I don't leave, are you going to support me?"

After saying that, he smiled lightly, walked around Manzhu and continued walking forward.

Manzhu stood there, quietly watching the backs of the monks following Chu Feng as they walked away, a trace of sincere emotion in her eyes.

She sighed to herself, "They truly have a sincere heart for you. Your charm is truly extraordinary, making so many people willing to follow you."

When she saw them about to disappear from her sight, Manzhu finally couldn't help but shout, "Daoist friend, please stay!"

Her voice was clear and firm, with unquestionable power.

She decided to bear the registration fee of 10,000 spirit stones for Chu Feng and his companions.

"I've paid the registration fee of 10,000 spirit stones for you all."

Chu Feng stopped when he heard the voice, a smug smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

He laughed secretly in his heart: "Humph, Manzhu, I also know how to play hard to get.

If I really wanted to leave, I'm afraid you would have been left in the dust long ago."

He turned around gracefully and smiled back. That smile was like a spring breeze, intoxicating.

Manzhu walked up quickly and continued, "Don't leave. I have a lot of spirit stones. I can support you."

There was unquestionable determination in her tone.

Chu Feng pretended to be grateful, leaned over, and placed his hands on Manzhu's shoulders.

He said affectionately, "Really? Manzhu, you are so kind to me. I, Chu Feng, will never forget your kindness."

Manzhu felt the warmth coming from Chu Feng's palms. His hands were as hot as flames, pressing against her snow-white shoulders.

At that moment, she seemed to be surrounded by a warm current, and an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.

However, at this moment, Chu Feng suddenly raised his finger and swore solemnly: "I, Chu Feng, swear that from now on, my body, my life, and my money will all belong to Manzhu.

If you break this oath, you will be struck by five thunders and your body will be torn to pieces!"

Upon hearing this, Manzhu quickly covered Chu Feng's mouth with her hand and said anxiously, "Daoyou, why are you saying this? I appreciate your kindness."

Chu Feng slowly put down the hand that had just made the oath, and Manzhu also took her hand away from his mouth, holding her dress tightly with both hands, with a hint of reluctance and hesitation in her eyes.

When she thought about having to pay 31 high-grade purple gold spirit stones to register for them, her heart felt as if it was being pressed down by a huge rock, heavy and extremely uncomfortable.

After all, this is not a small amount of money.

Chu Feng's eyes were sharp, and he could see that Manzhu was distressed and reluctant to pay out such a huge sum of money.

His hand stretched out involuntarily, gently hugging Manzhu's lower back, and with a force, he brought her soft body closer to him.

Chu Feng's breath became hot and firm. He lowered his head and gently kissed Manzhu's forehead.

Before Manzhu could react to the sudden kiss, she heard Chu Feng's low and firm promise: "Manzhu, I, Chu Feng, will always treat you well.

I will pamper you and let you bully me at will, and I will never complain."

His voice was full of affection and determination, and every word hit Manzhu's heart like a hammer.

As he spoke, the hot air Chu Feng exhaled gently drifted across Manzhu's face, bringing waves of tingling sensations.

She raised her head and looked into Chu Feng's resolute and affectionate eyes, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

At this moment, the cultivators behind Chu Feng witnessed the intimate scene between Chu Feng and Manzhu, and couldn't help but feel endless admiration in their hearts.

Their eyes sparkled with admiration and respect, as if they saw a new legend being born.

Among them, a leading monk secretly exclaimed: "Our master is really charming. In just a few hours, he has made Manzhu intoxicated and unable to extricate herself.

The sophistication of the method is truly amazing.

Furthermore, Manzhu and the Palace Master are like sisters. It seems that the future of this Demon Cultivation Academy will surely be ruled by our Lord."

After saying this, he bowed and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, I will take my leave."

Seeing this, the other monks also bowed and said in unison: "Your Excellency, we will take our leave."

Manzhu's delicate hand gently caressed Chu Feng's face. She issued an order in an unquestionable tone: "Your body, your life, and your heart all belong to me, Manzhu."

Chu Feng nodded slightly, expressing his obedience.

Seeing this, Manzhu raised a smug smile and continued, “Words can suppress villains, and clothes can show nobility.

I'll take you to the market to buy you some fancy clothes. You can't keep wearing this plain outfit forever."

Chu Feng couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. He smiled and touched the gorgeous red spider lily on Manzhu's head, saying, "Manzhu, you are right."

However, he was secretly thinking in his heart: I can actually create clothes by myself.

However, since you, Manzhu, like to spend money on me, I will just do as you wish.