Demon King's Repayment - chapter 197

Yuan Xiang laid down on Nan He’s back, “What I said is true. What Xiao Nan said, I also take it seriously.”

“What?”

“When you said you will give me yourself, I said you will be the first and the last.”

The silver Sirius under her had red ears.

“Today’s first Langjun (perfect husband) looked delicious. I got only one in total, but I was interrupted before I could enjoy it. I don’t know if it’s too late to regret it now?” Yuan Xiang’s voice slid into his red ears.

The big demon that overturned the entire Chishi Town lost his ability to fly for a while, and fell into the dense forest on the ground together with the girl, splashing grass and leaves in the sky.

When Yuan Xiang came back from the forest alone, she still had the red glow on her face, and her head was covered with grass.    

 “Where did you go, Ah Xiang?” Wu Yuan circled around her, “What’s with the smell on your body? Ah Xiang, why is it so fragrant? Did you steal something delicious behind my back?”

Wu Yan opened his mouth, “Where’s Nan He?”

Yuan Xiang coughed and blushed, “He’s a little embarrassed, he’ll come out later…”

“Was he really eaten by you?” Hu Qing spoke in Yuan Xiang’s ear, “You aren’t embarrassed to come out after bullying him?”

Yuan Xiang quietly looked left and right, then went near Hu Qing’s ear and whispered, “He’s so cute, I couldn’t hold back. It’s the same with you. Don’t you want to see your Dushuo lose his mind?”

“You…are you talking about watching Lord Dushuo gasp for a while?” Hu Qing covered her face, “Ah, indeed… Indeed, it’s unbearable to think about it.” 

The sun went down and rose again. The long night passed, and Shi Fu in the cave woke up from the coma, feeling severe pain everywhere in his body.

But since he could still feel pain, it meant that he was still alive in this world. There were faint voices of females, and the crackling of firewood burning in the flames. He seemed to be lying on a pile of straw, all wounds well treated, a blanket under him, a warm bonfire burning beside him. He was rescued and looked after well.

His eyelids were as heavy as lead, so much so that he could barely open a gap with all his strength.

The first thing Shi Fu saw was his younger brother Shi Jun, which made him heave a sigh of relief. Shi Jun obviously cried a lot, the tip of his nose was red, and there were still tears on his dirty little face. Perhaps tired of crying, he held his fingers and fell asleep beside him.

“His injury seems to have improved a lot, and he has regained consciousness.”

“It’s great, I hope he gets better soon.”

Someone was talking beside him.

Through the slits of his slightly opened eyes, he vaguely saw the fair arm stretched out, carefully wiping the cold sweat from his cheeks and neck, and then took off the handkerchief on his forehead and replaced it with an ice-cold handkerchief.

“Can you hear? Shi Fu, do you want to drink something?”

“Don’t worry, you have passed the most dangerous time, and you will get better soon.” 

There was always a female voice whispering in his ear.

With that soft tone, he drifted back to his childhood in a trance.

When Shi Fu was very young, his father had already grown old. He missed his mother all his life, and his father, who was suffocated, lingered on the sick bed very early. When he was young, he took on the responsibility of taking care of his father and raising his younger brother with his young shoulders.

Because the people in the town were full of food all day long, few people were willing to go out to work, but Shi Fu did all the dirty work and was never picky. As long as he could earn more money, he could buy medicine to treat his father’s illness, and he could raise his younger brother who had just broken out of the shell.

He was a child without a mother, and he never wanted to lose his father and his family again.

That day, Shi Fu, who was injured in the colosseum, developed a high fever on his way home and passed out in the snow by the roadside.

A woman passing by with a baby in her arms shook him awake, “Child, you are sick, go home and find your mother, okay?”

He had forgotten the mother’s face, and he only remembered that the hands were soft and warm, gently removing the snow from his forehead and helping him up.

Under the warm yellow street lamp, the mother looked down at the child in her arms gently, her plump palm gently patted the child’s head, and the figure that was leaving was carved into Shi Fu’s heart.

Since then, the young man with a difficult life had quietly looked forward to the arrival of his mother in his heart.

Whenever he was injured or sick, he always gritted his teeth and secretly imagined how tenderly his mother would take care of him if she came back.

His father always talked about his mother, saying that she was a gentle, beautiful and powerful person.

But until the boy turned into a teenager, a man who could provoke everything, the figure of the mother still did not appear. It was not until his father passed away with lifelong regrets that he knew that his mother was the famous blue dragon.

She played in the world, going back and forth every sixty years, and she was not a mother who would take her children to heart.

From then on, the disappointed man wiped the shadow of his mother from his heart. No matter how much pain and loneliness, he no longer expected tenderness.

It was only when he was tortured and tied to the altar, that he realized that he had not forgotten at all, and that he still wanted to see that person the most.

When Shi Fu opened his eyes, the painful and humiliating altar was gone. He was in a warm cave, with a bonfire burning in the cave, and the orange fire shone on the stone wall.

Beside the bed was the sleeping brother, the friend who rescued him from his pain and the young woman who bandaged his wounds. A small lynx was spinning on the ground, and a powerful demon was squatting at the door.

Both warm and reassuring.

“Are you awake?” Yuan Xiang turned her head and asked him, “We are going to find the blue dragon, do you want to come with us?”