Demon King's Repayment - chapter 309

Wuyuan’s eyes lit up, and he licked the basin, “Is there only one basin?”

Qingyuan raised his hand and ordered, “One more fried fish, one braised fish, and one yellow braised codfish, all in front of my brother.”

“There are also freshly fried dried fish.”

“Yes, let’s have some fried dried fish.”

“It’s not impossible to tell you,” Wu Yuan was satisfied.

Qingyuan listened excitedly.

“For example, for Dushuo, Ah Xiang went into the inner world, fought with the dragon clan, fought with the nine-tailed fox demon king, and then fought with the old man of Dongxuan Sect. Then she took Duoshuo contact back. Originally, she wanted to let Dushuo go back to the inner world, but Dushuo himself was willing to stay.”

Qingyuan was discouraged, he probably couldn’t beat these people.

“But I’m more sensible, so I didn’t bother Ah Xiang so much.”

Qingyuan rekindled hope.

“Ah Xiang often says that I am her spirit bear and raising me is her happiest thing.” Wuyuan straightened his chest, “Actually, it is easy to raise me, just comb my hair, and give me small fry fish every day. Then personally build the best house for me, make all kinds of fresh toys for me from time to time, play Sepak Takraw with me, peek-a-boo with me, hug me wherever I go, give me regular massages, and remember to take me out for a walk…”

Qingyuan said with a bitter expression, “Wait a moment, let me take a note with pen and ink.”

Early the next morning, when Yuan Xiang came down from the guest room upstairs with breakfast, she happened to see Qingyuan drowsy next to his apostle, and said, “Ah Huang, do you want to… want me to comb your hair?”

In exchange, Cheng Huang let out a low growl of anger.

Qingyuan was startled, “Then, do you want me to hug you?”

The roof of the inn was almost lifted by the roar of the lion.

“Cheng Huang is hurt very badly.” Yuan Xiang bent over to check Cheng Huang’s injury, put his breakfast in front of him, reached out and untied his blocked mouth, “I’ll give him some medicine. My friend from the dragon clan gave me some medicine for wounds and it works very well.”

The yellow-haired lion made a string of dissatisfied sounds, but he lay there and ate, letting Yuan Xiang apply medicine to the wound on his body.

After taking the medicine, Yuan Xiang touched his head easily, only to get a string of unhappy guttural sounds, but she was not being thrown down by sharp claws, nor being bitten off her neck.

Qingyuan watched the apostle who had been fierce to him for many years, and was obedient to others. He almost bit the handkerchief with hatred.

He quietly pulled Yuan Xiang aside, “Ah Xiang, can’t you teach me? What method can be used to convince them?”

“This is not a method.” Yuan Xiang sorted out the medicine, “They are all simple and keen creatures. If you are really good to them, they can feel it.”

“Good to a demon?”

“Senior, you are only constrained by your inherent ideas for a while.” Yuan Xiang raised her head and said, “Actually, you should understand better than me that true friendliness and respect can’t rely on coercion. Its premise must be equality.”

Treat demons equally? It must be crazy to do that.

“Either violently beat them completely, or treat them equally like friends.” Yuan Xiang spread her hands, “You also know that Dongxuan Sect’s master’s way to get an apostle is to torture and kill. If you wanted to become like him, you probably wouldn’t have followed me.”

While walking on the road, Qingyuan finally couldn’t bear it, and took off the muzzle worn on Cheng Huang’s head.

Cheng Huang turned his head and bit his arm fiercely.

“Don’t… don’t, don’t bite it, anyway, don’t bite it off.” Qingyuan looked pained, “I am a human, I can’t grow another arm after it is broken. In the future, I can not make barbecue, so you can only eat raw meat.”

Cheng Huang gritted his teeth, stared at him for a long while, spat out his arm, turned his head and ignored him.

Qingyuan looked at his bloody arm and heaved a sigh of relief. If he didn’t let go, he would have to activate the contract.

Ah Huang was still reluctant to actually bite off his arm. Thinking so, Qingyuan suddenly became happy again, and happily followed his apostle,

“Ah Huang, what do you want to eat tonight? I can make it for you.”

“Roar–!”

“Ah Huang, let’s talk about it. Don’t run away or bite. Be a little bit obedient. I will also remove the shackles on your body, okay?”

“You can try?”

“You are injured. Let me hold you, become smaller like Wuyuan, okay?”

“Go away!”

“Don’t be so fierce. But finally you are willing to talk to me. By the way, do you like massage? Wuyuan said that you all like this type, and I can learn from Ah Xiang.”

“…”

“Oh, maybe you like toys, should I make them for you too? Do you want a ball?”

“…”

Hu Qing looked at that person-to-demon conversation strangely, and asked Yuan Xiang quietly, “What’s wrong with them?”

Yuan Xiang: “A person’s change takes time. As long as the senior is willing to try, it’s a good thing, let them take it slowly.”