Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

Xie Yan pinched Meng Qiqi's chin and stroked the crimson corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

This face with the magic makeup exudes a sense of coldness, but it always makes him feel like it is covered by a layer of fog.

He suddenly smiled, his scarlet right eye reflecting her tense neck: "Little wild cat, what are you peeking at in the study?"

Meng Qiqi was pulled so hard that it hurt, and the back of her neck pressed against the cold corner of the table.

She caught a glimpse of the demon guards standing guard at the study door and knew that this time she would not be able to hide her break-in to the secret room.

His fingertips pinched the magic formula in his sleeves, but he pretended to be afraid: "Young Master, I... I'm just curious about those jade slips..."

"Curious?" Xie Yan suddenly exerted force, pressing her onto the desk. His dark robe swept the ancient books all over the table. "The Demonic Realm has no room for curious trash."

He casually grabbed the gilded dagger on the table and slowly lowered the blade against her cheek. "Should I cut your tongue first, or gouge out your eyes?"

Meng Qiqi's heart was beating like a drum.

When the cold light of the dagger passed across her brow, she suddenly bent her knees and hit Xie Yan's lower abdomen.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party let go of her hand in pain, she rolled under the table and threw out three talismans from her sleeves.

This is a phantom talisman that she improved using the fox clan's magic. It emits a strange green light in the demonic energy of the evil world.

"Looking for death!" Xie Yan was furious, his silver hair flying, and a chain formed by black demonic energy broke through the air and attacked.

Meng Qiqi dodged sideways, but her back hit the bookshelf heavily.

The severe pain made her eyes go black, and the magic makeup on her face was blurred by cold sweat, revealing her originally fair skin.

The evil flame's chain stopped just half an inch from her throat.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl's scattered hair, her jade-like earlobe glowing faintly in the demonic energy.

During the fight just now, her hairpin fell off, and her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, making her eyes and eyebrows look even more beautiful. She was completely different from her previous cold and charming appearance.

"Take it off." Xie Yan suddenly spoke, and when the chain was retracted, a strong wind blew up, blowing away all the remaining makeup on her face.

Meng Qiqi subconsciously raised her hand to cover herself, but he grabbed her wrist. Under the candlelight, her true face was completely revealed - after the crimson at the corners of her eyes faded away, she revealed a pair of eyes as clear as autumn water, pale pink lips, and a straight nose. She was even cleaner and purer than any other beautiful demon cultivator he had ever seen.

Xie Yan's grip on her wrist tightened unconsciously.

He boasted that he had seen many beautiful faces in the demonic world, but at this moment, his eyes were caught by this face that did not have a single trace of demonic energy.

There were still tears in the girl's eyes that hadn't fallen yet, and her eyelashes were covered with gold powder, trembling slightly in the candlelight, like a frightened white fox.

"So there's a face hidden." He suddenly laughed out loud, his voice hoarse without even noticing it.

The dagger turned in a different direction, and the handle gently lifted her chin. "You're using disguise in the demonic world, are you afraid of being robbed?"

Meng Qiqi bit her lip and said nothing.

She could feel Xie Yan's gaze wandering across her face like a physical object, and she felt both embarrassed and anxious.

I should have prepared more long-lasting disguise pills in my soul space. Now that my identity is exposed, it will be even more difficult to escape.

Xie Yan suddenly let her go and lazily sat back on the armchair, his long legs crossed and his silver hair scattered on the back of the chair. "From today on, you will move to my bedroom and serve me."

He played with the dagger and said nonchalantly, "If you dare to play tricks again, I will throw you into the blood pool to feed the piranhas."

Meng Qiqi stood there in a daze.

She originally thought that revealing her true identity would bring about fatal disaster, but she didn't expect that this moody Demon Young Master would actually... She secretly looked up and met Xie Yan's half-smile. Her face turned red and she hurriedly lowered her head and replied "Yes".

That night, she stood at the door of the bedroom holding her bedding, listening to the sound of water coming from inside, her heart in turmoil.

The night in the demonic world was exceptionally quiet, with only the cries of bone birds coming from afar, making the candlelight in the hall appear even dimmer.

The door suddenly opened from the inside, and Xie Yan stood in front of the door wearing a loose black robe. His silver hair was not dry yet, and water droplets slid down his neck into his clothes.

"What are you standing there for?" He raised his eyebrows and reached out to pull her into the hall.

Meng Qiqi staggered two steps and bumped into the arms of the man with ambergris.

A deep laugh came from above: "So eager to throw yourself into my arms?"

Meng Qiqi's face instantly burned and she struggled to back away.

Xie Yan didn't let go. He lifted a strand of her hair with his fingertips and sniffed it softly: "It smells like the fox tribe... How many secrets are you hiding?"

As he spoke, demonic energy flowed through her hair, leaving a dark red mark behind her ear. "Remember, from now on, you are mine."

In the following days, Meng Qiqi lived on thin ice.

Xie Yan seemed to be addicted to her true appearance and always liked to keep her by his side with various reasons.

Sometimes he asked her to grind ink, sometimes he asked her to warm wine, and sometimes he even suddenly called her in the middle of the night to tell her interesting stories in the world of immortal cultivation.

She could only rack her brains to make up some half-true and half-false stories, for fear of revealing flaws.

That afternoon, Xie Yan leaned on the couch and watched her organize the bookshelf.

The sunlight shone through the window lattice onto the girl, stretching her shadow very long.

He suddenly said, "Do you think people in the world of immortal cultivation would really sacrifice their lives for the sake of morality?"

Meng Qiqi's hand paused.

She remembered that when she was in the fox clan, she had seen monks who were willing to sacrifice themselves to protect their clan’s land.

Turning to look at Xie Yan, he found that his scarlet right eye was staring at him with a rare seriousness in his eyes.

"Maybe... it's because they have something more important than their lives," she whispered. "Just like the people in the demonic realm, they fight to become stronger, but their goals are different."

Xie Yan stared at her for a long time and suddenly smiled.

He stood up and walked over to her, reaching out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear and said, "You're quite talkative."

His fingertips gently pinched her earlobe. "If you can always be so good, I wouldn't mind keeping you by my side for a while longer."

Meng Qiqi suppressed the nervousness in her heart, lowered her eyes and replied yes.

Before finding the teleportation array, he could only hide beside this dangerous young demon lord.

But every time she met Xie Yan's half-smile, she couldn't help but wonder what this moody guy was planning.

At this moment, Xie Yan, looking at the girl's lowered brows, felt a throbbing in his heart that he was unwilling to admit.

He stroked the ring on his thumb, thinking of her true expression in panic that day, and suddenly felt that it might be interesting to keep this "little wild cat" by his side.