She became a god

This chatterbox is not only good at talking, but also at writing.

The day after they parted, Feng Jiaojiao received a jar full of origami cranes.

Feng Jiaojiao frowned as she finished reading; it was all childish talk, utterly boring.

Out of politeness, Feng Jiaojiao replied with a paper crane.

But the chatterbox seemed oblivious to his new friend's indifference, persistently sharing interesting stories every day.

Feng Jiaojiao would reply to letters occasionally, but most of the time she would just read them.

The little chatterbox occasionally comes up with some whimsical ideas, such as making nutrient solution to water the golden apples.

When it comes to food, this chatterbox has an inexhaustible passion.

Feng Jiaojiao also finds it troublesome when faced with her little chatterbox's incessant desire to share.

So, when the little chatterbox was six years old, Feng Jiaojiao first showed the public the dozens of torture instruments she had meticulously created and modified.

For the next three days, the chatterbox didn't say another word.

Feng Jiaojiao thought the chatterbox would be sensible enough to stay away from her, but instead she received a letter of appeal from him.

"Greetings, my friend A-Jie. While the instruments you have created are indeed exquisite, there is one deficiency: they require the executioner to use spiritual energy to activate them. I privately believe it would be better to use the victim's spiritual energy as the core, thus returning their power to them…"

Feng Jiaojiao always thought that a demon like herself who enjoyed torture and killing was perverted enough, but she didn't expect the little chatterbox to be even more so.

The chatterbox actually wanted the deceased to use their spiritual energy to drive the torture device to kill him, and then store the deceased's excess spiritual energy on the torture device to upgrade its grade.

Absolutely amazing!

At that moment, Feng Jiaojiao felt that she had met her only soulmate.

Unfortunately, my confidant is too young.

Because of her improved "Demon Realm Minor Protection Law", Feng Jiaojiao suppressed her heart palpitations and did not continue to discuss how to create new torture devices. She would only occasionally send out a few sketches of torture devices.

I don't know if all chatterboxes love sweets, but this little chatterbox loves candy, and her words are always sweet and cloying. She always calls herself "Ah-hei".

She didn't actually like the nickname, but she didn't hate it either. She didn't want to bring up such a trivial matter, so she continued to indulge the chatterbox in calling her that.

The little chatterbox seemed a bit dim-witted; upon seeing her youthful appearance, she became incredibly docile, completely oblivious to the fact that Feng Sui was actually Feng Jiaojiao.

Is there really such a big difference in her appearance between her teenage and young adulthood?

Feng Jiaojiao glanced at herself in the Eight Treasures Mirror. She was dressed in a red robe and cloud-patterned boots, with a jade crown binding her hair. She had long eyebrows that reached her temples, eagle eyes, and a straight nose, and was exceptionally beautiful.

Oh, you're still just as incredibly handsome as you were when you were eighteen!

As she strolled toward the chatterbox, she noticed that the chatterbox was indeed a little different today.

It was unusually quiet.

The little chatterbox must have really had a good cry; there were still tear stains on her face, and her misty eyes stared at me as she said in a hoarse voice, "You've come."

It seems she's truly heartbroken; she doesn't even call her "Ah-eh" anymore.

She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Among them, the chatterbox was always the one who spoke first and for the most, while she only needed to respond occasionally.

When the chatterbox stopped talking, she realized with a start that the other person had already taken control of the relationship.

So she took out a golden apple, which was the little chatterbox's favorite spiritual fruit.

Sure enough, the little chatterbox, though still ignoring her, naturally took the golden apple and ate it.

Halfway through the meal, the chatterbox turned away from her angrily, as if just seeing her annoyed him.

Go against Tiangang!

She used to be the one driven crazy by the chatterbox, but now the tables have turned.

But she was a magnanimous demon and didn't stoop to the level of this little demon.

The little demon, not satisfied with just one golden apple, reached out his little hand, wanting another.

She naturally wouldn't allow it, so she grabbed the little hand and pulled hard, forcing the little demon to turn around and glare at her with her almond-shaped eyes.

Are you going to give me the golden apple or not?

Are you going to talk to me or not?

They spoke almost simultaneously, their eyes met for a moment, and then she smiled.

Is the golden apple all you have in your heart?

The little demon rolled her eyes at her, "What else should I have in my heart if not a golden apple? Or should I have a big liar like you?"

"You always treat fortune tellers as charlatans, yet you yourself are so audacious that you don't even dare to reveal your real name."

After speaking with her nephew, Feng Jiaojiao remained calm. "I will not change my name or surname. I am Feng Jiaojiao. If you don't believe me, go ask another demon."

Seeing that she still refused to admit her mistake, the little demon got angry and angrily dragged a phoenix demon cultivator away.

Although the phoenix demon cultivator did not know the reason, he sensed the pure phoenix bloodline in the red-robed woman and hurriedly said, "She must be my phoenix clan's great-grandmother."

Feng Jiaojiao was very satisfied. It seemed that not all demon cultivators were as brainless as Long Yan.

"My mother's name is Feng Huayang. She ordered me to return to my clan for a while. Which little demon are you?"

The demon cultivator hurriedly bowed and said, "May Little Granny Wang enjoy boundless blessings and peace. My name is Feng Qiuwu."

Phoenix-shaped parasol tree, a promising talent!

Feng Jiaojiao smiled and memorized the name, then looked at Ye Qingzhou, "Now you should believe me!"

Ye Qingzhou remained silent, taking larger steps to increase the distance between herself and the demon.

Feng Jiaojiao was displeased. She teleported and stood in front of Ye Qingzhou, asking, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

She was tall and imposing, like a wall, blocking Ye Qingzhou's path.

After a long while, she heard Ye Qingzhou reply, "Lazy."

Is it that he's too lazy to talk, or too lazy to talk to her?

Perhaps it's because her appearance has become younger, and her mindset has followed suit; she feels she's becoming a little impatient.

The question rolled on her tongue, finally settling into a light, concerned question: "Aren't you full?"

A few breaths later, Ye Qingzhou nodded with a straight face, and Feng Sui smiled and took out three golden apples.

Ye Qingzhou's eyes immediately lit up, and she reached out her little hand to take the golden apple, but Feng Hui held the golden apple high in her hand.

Meeting those expectant almond-shaped eyes, Feng Hui fed the golden apple to Ye Qingzhou's lips.

Perhaps out of fear of Feng Hui's strength, Ye Qingzhou hesitated for a moment before enjoying the delicious golden apple from her hand.

With just a slight movement of her hand, Feng Ai could touch the fine downy hairs on Ye Qingzhou's face.

But Ye Qingzhou ate very quickly, and Feng Rong missed her chance to make a move while hesitating.

Just as Feng Mei was beginning to regret her actions, Ye Qingzhou's jade slip kept ringing.

That was a message from Lin Jingxi, the current head of the Lin family in Yu Kingdom.

“Princess Xu Yao, my brother Jingchuan is bedridden with illness, his body is turning to dust, and his days are numbered. I implore you to remember our past friendship when we traveled together to the Yuya Secret Realm and come to visit him.”

Is Lin Jingchuan dying?

How could this be?

Does this concern me?

011 admitted that the deal was done and he was paying the price for it.

Ye Qingzhou asked, "Do you think all the characters you've bound me to will eventually die?"

011 denied it, saying, "No. They will only pay the price they deserve. Lin Jingchuan has too little, so he must give up everything, including his life."