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Chapter 1184 The Demon Hunter's Great Demon 29

Lingyao took his hands in hers and squeezed them. Her hands were naturally cold, but Fuling's hands were much colder than hers.

Lingyao warmed his hands while asking him what he had been doing last night.

After returning last night, Fu Ling went straight to Ling Yao's residence without having time to change his clothes, so his clothes were torn and covered in dust.

Fu Ling stared intently at Ling Yao, his lips parted slightly, but in the end, he said nothing.

"Nothing much, just took a walk around the neighborhood."

Lingyao glanced at him but said nothing.

She simply reached out and straightened his collar, saying casually.

"Were we able to deal with that monster from yesterday?"

"Yeah, I chased it away."

The moment Fu Ling blurted out the words, he realized that Ling Yao had tricked him into revealing information.

He frowned, looking somewhat troubled.

She pursed her lips and remained silent.

This was the first time Lingyao had ever seen him like this.

He pressed the person down onto the bed and asked, "What's wrong? What did it say to you?"

Fu Ling climbed up the pole, and Ling Yao pressed him down onto the bed. He then wrapped his arms around Ling Yao's waist, who was standing in front of him.

He rubbed his face against Lingyao's waist a couple of times.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly spoke.

"It said that you humans would never like demons, and that you are just using me."

"You believe me?" Lingyao lowered her gaze and asked him indifferently.

Fu Ling shook his head, then nodded.

“I believed a little, but not all of it. I know you’re not as bad as he says. You’re very good to me and you’re not taking advantage of me.”

"but……"

His tone paused, and he instantly became dejected.

"But he's not entirely wrong. It seems that we demons and humans just can't live together."

Over the years, Fu Ling has walked among humans and has come to know clearly how much fear and hatred humans have for demons.

Furthermore, the books that Fu Ling read were all about the conflict between demons and immortals.

This is what makes him sad and heartbroken.

He knew that there would always be a barrier between them, a difference in their social status, and that if this were discovered by others, there would be serious consequences.

Lingyao lifted his face and leaned down to kiss his lips.

When Lingyao bent down, Fuling seemed to sense what she was about to do and obediently closed her eyes.

Lingyao kissed him once, then he closed his eyes.

He just sat there obediently and let Lingyao kiss him.

When Lingyao stepped back, he looked up at her and blinked.

Lingyao looked him straight in the eye and said something slowly and deliberately.

"Whether a demon and a human can be together is not up to anyone to say; the most important thing is whether the two of them are willing."

After hearing Lingyao's words, Fuling blinked first, then realized the meaning behind Lingyao's words and couldn't help but smile at Lingyao.

The morning sunlight streamed through the paper window, casting a soft glow on his long, black hair and dark eyebrows.

There seemed to be scattered gold dust in his eyes.

He grabbed Lingyao, flipped her over, and pinned her to the bed, his head nuzzling against her neck in delight.

Lingyao felt a dense, itchy sensation along her neck.

Trying to push him away, Fu Ling stubbornly continued to cling to him.

His thin lips, buried in Lingyao's neck, parted slightly, and he murmured, "Then are you willing? You are willing to be with me, right? Even if I am a demon, you are still willing, aren't you?"

Lingyao stroked his hair and raised an eyebrow: "What do you think?"

Seeing that Lingyao did not answer directly, Fu Ling raised his head, which had been buried, and looked at her with a lowered expression.

"Master, you are mistreating me."

Lingyao is numb.

Is this thing allowed to make random noises?!

If it weren't for the fact that there wasn't that circle here, she would have suspected that Fu Ling had secretly joined it behind her back.

The sudden wealth: "In reality, there's only one person with a heart. It's just a little snake calling its owner 'master.' What's wrong with that? It's only natural and reasonable!"

Lingyao: "..."

After finishing speaking the order, he even used a style of brothel that he had learned from somewhere, and took Lingyao's hand and pressed it against the side of his cheek.

“Master, it’s too much if you don’t want to be with me. You’re raising me, so bring me here.”

"And when we were in bed, he called me 'Snake Baby,' said he loved me and would cherish me, and that if I didn't stay with him now, I would be a heartless woman, a traitor."

He complained, pursing his lips in a wronged manner, which made Lingyao's conscience ache.

If she really has that thing.

And did she say these things in bed?

She couldn't quite remember.

Sudden Wealth: "I don't know either. Host, how about you grant me some access to the 'dark room' so I can go and examine it and tell you? We can't let the God of Wealth wrong you like this!"

Lingyao felt that this sudden wealth was also due to being possessed by a lustful demon.

He told the man who suddenly became rich to get lost and then cut off all contact.

After saying the order, he saw that Lingyao remained silent for a long time.

The grievance on his face seemed genuine.

He must have imagined something, because his eyes suddenly reddened, and without a sound, tiny tears fell.

He didn't make a sound, just lowered his eyelashes, letting the tears fall like pearls from a broken string.

Ling Yao was numb again.

He quickly pulled the man over and wiped the tears from his face.

A cool, gentle voice asked, "What's wrong?"

Fu Ling didn't speak, but instead pursed her lips and turned her face slightly to the side.

That stubborn look made people feel both sorry for him and a little amused.

"I didn't say I was unwilling. Have you ever seen me support anyone for this long?"

Fu Ling's face remained turned away, tears streaming down his chin.

He remained silent for a long time before finally uttering a dry, monotone sentence.

"Yes, Fang Shui, don't you also support her?"

What kind of jealousy is this?

Although she didn't understand why Fu Ling was jealous, Ling Yao patiently explained.

“When have I ever taken care of her? Doesn’t she use her own money for everything she eats and uses? I give you so many spiritual fruits, how many do you give her? When other people eat fish soup or chicken soup, you finish yours first and then share with her.”

Fu Ling didn't think he was being unreasonable at all; he had long been annoyed by Fang Shui sticking to Ling Yao every day.

The most important thing is that Fang Shui has a legitimate reason and a legitimate identity to stand by Ling Yao's side, and although Ling Yao is very indifferent to others.

However, Fu Ling could tell that Ling Yao was quite considerate of Fang Shui.

This is what Fu Ling is most unhappy about.

In Fu Ling's eyes, Ling Yao was his everything, his master, his wife, and his childhood playmate.

But it seems that he is not Lingyao's only one, after all, Fang Shui has always been by her side.

It occupies her time.

So when I heard Lingyao say that...

Fu Ling coldly snorted: "Then I won't give it to her anymore. It's all mine, you are all mine."

Seeing him speak like that, Lingyao knew that he had probably appeased him a little.

Continue to soothe her: "Well, you can give it if you want, or don't if you don't."