Report to the lady! The young masters are madly infatuated with a village girl

Chapter 224 Naked Play

Corrosion on the edge of the wasteland.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and rusty metal, and the dark red sky hung low like a clot of solidified blood.

Two short figures were trudging through the jagged rocks and bubbling acid swamps, one step deep and one step shallow.

Walking in front was a "little demon" with a hunched back, gray-brown skin like dried tree bark, and a pair of short, curved horns.

It was wearing a tattered leather armor roughly sewn from the skin of an unknown monster, and had a rusty dagger on its waist.

He walked with a limp, and his cloudy yellow eyes revealed the numbness and cunning unique to low-level demons.

Following half a step behind it was another "little devil" who looked even more inconspicuous.

It was even shorter, almost hidden in the shadow of its tattered cloak, revealing only a pair of eyes that flickered with a faint green light.

Carrying a bulging bag that smelled of rotting meat, he looked like the former's servant.

The little lesser demon in front, Scarclaw, lowered his voice and complained in the rough tone of the common language of the lower levels of the demon world: "Bah! The acid mist in this damn place is making my skin rot! Damn patrol mission, can't even catch a mouse!"

The little servant demon "Rotten Eyes" behind made a few meaningless hoarse sounds like air leaking from the throat in response.

His heterochromatic eyes were hidden by the shadow of his cloak and the disguise of potions, and he scanned his surroundings vigilantly.

"Hey, Roteyes," Scarclaw casually kicked a smoking stone away and asked in a low voice, "Have you heard? A human woman... killed Prince Sele? It caused quite a commotion. The Great Demon King sent four legions to hunt her down." This was the starting point of his investigation.

Behind a huge rock nearby, a three-headed lava dog demon who was sharpening a knife heard this.

The head in the middle raised its head and sneered, sparks flying from its nostrils. "Oh, that's old news from four days ago. That human woman who killed Prince Sereh broke into Prince Waksha's territory and was taken back to the Scarlet Court by His Highness Waksha!"

Scarpaw then displayed exaggerated shock. "Really?! How did you know that?"

"I have an old friend who works for the Scarlet Court. He told me this in secret."

Scarpaw showed a hint of greed, his yellow eyes widening. "That...that's worth a lot of soul crystals! Wouldn't His Highness Waksha have made a fortune?"

"Get rich?" Another bat-winged demon who was mending his torn leather wings interrupted sharply, his voice like scraping the bottom of a pot, "I think that human woman is in big trouble! Prince Waksha is even more terrifying than Prince Sereh. He is not interested in money or women. I heard that low-level female demons who wanted to seduce Prince Waksha were all sent by Prince Waksha to be raped by demon servants or monsters. I think this human woman should commit suicide on the spot instead of being humiliated!!" The bat-winged demon said, shrinking his neck in fear.

"Being... raped?!" Scar Claw's voice was filled with just the right amount of fear and a barely perceptible tremor.

He suppressed the pain and worry in his heart and continued to ask: "Then...where is that woman? Is she still alive?"

"Who knows!" the head on the left side of the Lava Hound said in a muffled voice, "That place...tsk tsk, few who go in can come out intact."

Its three heads shook at the same time, revealing an expression of gloating and fear.

Scar Claw, also known as Lanling Chi, felt his heart suddenly tighten!

"Let's go!" The bat-winged demon waved its claws impatiently, "What bad luck! Stay away from His Highness Waksha's territory! Be careful not to get implicated!" It flapped its broken wings and flew away.

Scar Claw (Lanlingchi) and Rot Eyes (Monet) looked at each other, then continued to trudge with hunched backs towards the Soul-Devouring Swamp where the Scarlet King's Court was located.

Every step he took weighed on Lanling Chi's anxious heart.

Beneath the disguise, deep within his dark eyes was a burning flame: Xining, hold on! I'm coming!

……

For the past three days, Yang Xining was placed in a side hall called "Shadow Corridor" deep in the royal court.

The palace was magnificent yet cold, and outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was a swamp filled with roiling poisonous miasma.

The thick magic barrier blocked her from outside observation and also trapped her like an invisible cage.

During these three days, low-level demon servants brought exquisite meals and potions that were said to alleviate the erosion of the demon world.

Hilde would occasionally come with information that "there was no progress", her demeanor still elegant and gentle.

And Waksha comes almost every day under the pretext of "caring about the situation of allies" or "discussing the mysteries of Satan."

Initially, he was able to maintain his outward patience, with a bewitching smile, trying to extract information through words, or promising various tempting conditions.

Yang Xining rarely spoke, saying that he was seriously injured and needed to rest.

When it comes to Satan's state, there are only a few words that come back over and over again: sleeping, silent, unable to perceive, unable to communicate.

She wasn't exactly lying.

Ever since the killing of Celie, Satan's will had indeed fallen into an unusually deep dormancy, no matter how she called out and tested it from the depths of her consciousness.

That cold and violent will had no reaction, as if it had completely disappeared.

However, in Waksha's eyes, her "silence" gradually turned into "naked play".

"Ms. Yang," Waksha's voice lost its last bit of warmth during a routine "visit."

He stood by the magnificent window, his back to Yang Xining. His fiery red hair looked like coagulated blood in the dim light. "My patience is not endless. The protection of the Scarlet Court is not free charity."

He turned around slowly, and there was no longer any disguised gentleness in his emerald green eyes, only cold scrutiny and suppressed anger.

"It's been three days. Three whole days! Satan hasn't moved! And what else can you offer me, besides telling me that he's 'asleep'?"