Demon King's Repayment - chapter 118

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The night was dark and silent.

Nan He squatted on the roof tiles and looked up at Sirius in the night sky. The cold night wind ruffled his soft fur.

The first time he heard the word ‘contract’, it was in a cold and narrow iron cage.

With a hideous and disgusting face, squatting in front of the iron cage, Zhang Kaihuang said to him, “Don’t resist, obediently make a contract with me. Otherwise, you will be stripped of your skin and be sold to the Taoist of Dongxuan Sect.”

A rusty iron arrow came in from the gap in the iron cage, and pierced his body slowly with a playful intent. He tried desperately to dodge in the iron cage, but because the space was too narrow, he could only watch the cold weapon pierce his arm after all. With the razor-sharp weapon, he did not hesitate to hurt him without a trace of pity, pulled it out of his arm, and slowly approached him again. It wasn’t until he was covered in blood and scarred that the iron cage was opened. A rude big hand reached in, pinched his neck and lifted him out, placing him in the center of an array.

“Make a contract with me, be my apostle, and I will spare your life,” the stench of that human voice sounded above his head.

The weak Nan He was lying in the center of the array, watching his red blood flow along the formation. At that time, he gritted his teeth and said in his heart that he would never be an apostle for any human being, and even if he died, he would not do the deed with a human being.

Unexpectedly, after a hundred years, he had willingly become an apostle, and that person even deliberately modified the situation of the contract for him.

Nan He turned down the eaves, quietly pushed open the window, listened for a moment, heard an even breathing from inside the house, made sure that the person was asleep, and then slipped into the house.

He landed on all fours without making a sound, and after shaking his body, he turned into a man with long silver-white hair and stood up.

The man stood on the edge of the bed, and by the faint snow light, he looked down at Yuan Xiang on the bed.

Ah Xiang seemed to be very happy that day, even in her sleep, she was full of smiles. She put her hand beside the pillow, clutching a braided hair in her palm. The silver strands were braided finely, with one or two black ones in the middle.

When they formed the contract, he said a lot of words that had been buried in the bottom of his heart. At that time, Ah Xiang seemed to respond with something.

Nan He heard his own pounding heartbeat, how could Ah Xiang suddenly… say that.

At that time, when he wanted to listen carefully, she had cut off their connection with each other decisively. It made him feel that it must be an illusion caused by being too happy.

Nan He’s eyes became gentle, he quietly twisted strands of long black hair that was scattered around the pillow, and gently rubbed them between his fingers for a moment. He looked around, making sure that no one saw him doing such a shameful act in the middle of the night, so he bent down, and with a pious attitude, kissed the cold strands of hair.

The hair was cold, but his lips were so hot that his heart tingled.

He carefully used his spiritual power, cut off a few strands of black hair, and put it in his arms. In the end, he turned into a silver-white wolf, curled up, snuggled up to her arm and closed his eyes.

While sleeping, Yuan Xiang subconsciously reached out and touched his back.

After crossing the Yellow River, the landscape was dominated by continuous mountains and hills, and in the snowy winter, the road became much more difficult to walk.

But Yuan Xiang didn’t care about it. She was in a particularly good mood, riding on horseback all the way, humming a song leisurely.

“Nan He,” she quietly established a connection with Nan He in her mind.

Sure enough, she soon heard his reply, “Mhm?”

It was really convenient, Yuan Xiang thought, much more than voice communication. Between the flow of thoughts, there was almost nowhere for the emotions in her heart to escape. For example, at this moment, who would have thought that Xiao Nan’s simple ‘Mhm’ was full of shyness and happiness.

If one just listened to such a single word from him, they might think he was impatient.

“Nan He?”

“Mhm.”

“Nan He?”

Nan He turned to look at Yuan Xiang, with a look of helplessness in his amber eyes.

“Hey, I just want to try it out.” Yuan Xiang made a face at him, “Xiao Nan, this is so convenient, we can talk to each other in the future, they won’t hear. Haha.” 

It started to snow.

There was a village at the foot of the mountain there were on, and the smoke of cooking rose from the chimneys of every household. The land in the area was barren and overgrown with hills and ravines, which was not conducive to agricultural production. So the local residents obviously did not live richly. Looking from a distance, the houses on both sides of the village road were mostly dilapidated thatched huts with earthen walls, and the few woodcutter hunters encountered on the mountain road also rarely had neat winter clothes to keep them warm in such cold weather.

“Sister Ah Qing was born in this area,” Sanlang lifted the curtain of the carriage, leaned against the window and looked at the scenery outside.

Halfway up the mountain in front, the roof of a tattered mountain temple was exposed.

“Oh, is that so? Did Ah Qing live here before?” Yuan Xiang remembered that Ah Qing had mentioned that the locals once built a mountain temple for Du Shuo, so she asked, “Sanlang, do you know Du Shuo? “