Chapter 566: Chapter 537: The Gift for the Demon Lord_2

He looked very young, wearing a splendid robe embroidered with dark patterns of mature gold, which seemed mismatched with his youthful appearance.

His eyebrows and eyes were gloomy, his voice carried an undertone of inherent pride and ruthlessness.

His voice was not as tender as his appearance suggested either, slightly hoarse, full of a bloodthirsty taste, and vaguely tinged with an unsettling madness.

Perhaps because his stature was not very tall to begin with and slightly hunched, the curve of his spine was deeply bent as if lacking bone support, making his current walking posture seem somewhat ugly and unattractive.

He called himself “this lord,” hence he could only be Mi Lu of the Demon Clan.

Baili An’s fingertips stiffened slightly.

That day in the sea, after he had gravely wounded Mi Lu, he had still managed to leave the Bronze Gate alive.

Baili An assessed his immediate situation and felt it was really too grim.

If Mi Lu now lifted the curtain and saw him, he wouldn’t even need to cross the threshold of the Demon World Hall to enter that dragon’s den. He was afraid he might end up permanently resting here.

And the world often was full of coincidences—when you hoped something wouldn’t happen, reality was always not as you wished.

A pale, emaciated hand impolitely reached over, pinching the corner of the black cloth.

Ning Feiyan did not stop him, merely watching calmly as Mi Lu, with some cold fierceness, flung back the black cloth.

Outside the iron cage, Baili An indeed saw the sinister face of the Demon Clan’s Young Lord, his demeanor marked by malnourished and cruel sharpness.

His gaze slid coldly across Baili An’s figure, astonishingly devoid of any traces of hatred or resentment in those chilling eyes that Baili had imagined.

With a mocking smile curving his lips, his eyes met Baili’s as if they were strangers meeting for the first time, “What did I think it was? Such trivial trinket, you dare present it?

Baili An frowned, Mi Lu’s gaze… indeed did not seem like he was looking at a human.

Ning Feiyan chuckled, “Your Lordship speaks too seriously. This is just a little cat I adopted in Mo City. Thirty years ago, it went missing due to its gluttony in the Mortal World, and I only managed to find it recently. Since the Demon Lord has always been alone, Fei Yan thought this cute little cat might relieve His Highness of some loneliness.”

A cat?

Baili An was stunned and looked up at Ning Feiyan; she, too, was looking down at him, her eyes twinkling with mockery.

In the reflection of Ning Feiyan’s glossy dark eyes, he saw a clear image.

The cage in Hong Zhuang’s hand wasn’t large enough for a human; was he truly a small cat with snow-white fur tinged with circles of ink, similar to the little tiger transformed by Young Lord Jun?

Struck as if by lightning, Baili An was increasingly baffled by what Ning Feiyan intended.

Mi Lu scoffed coldly, “That girl just broke the seal a few days ago and returned to the Demon World. You, chasing after her to deliver gifts… Anyone ignorant would think that after this lord lost his Demon Wings and broke his spine, appearing ineffectual, you were in a hurry to pledge allegiance to a new master.”

“How could Your Lordship say such a thing?” Ning Feiyan laughed, “The Highness rules the Demon World, is naturally its master, and there’s no talk of changing allegiance.”

As if his Reverse Scale had been brushed, a virulent ferocity flared in Mi Lu’s shadowed eyes.

His face turned icy, and with a slap, he flipped the iron cage violently onto the ground, a dark demonic mist flying out from his sleeve.

The mist swiftly enveloped Ning Feiyan’s neck and sleeve; she did not resist, her eyes brimming with laughter as she let the mist tighten around her neck, lifting her into the air.

Mi Lu’s eyes were stained with a venomous hue, his gaze filled with tragic resentment as he fixed it on Ning Feiyan.

“Even dare to compete in rhetoric with me, truly bold! You are to be this lord’s future Young Princess Consort! You belong to me from start to finish; don’t entertain any delusions of escaping from my hand.

Ning Feiyan, your heart and body, even a single hair, belong to me! Your life or death are at my will! Don’t forget, what is the purpose of your birth?!”

The demon guard guarding the city was immediately petrified, his face went pale and his veins bulged, yet he dared not utter a single word.

The delicate skin on Ning Feiyan’s slender neck distorted from the tightening, but her eyes remained clear, her voice gentle and sweet, showing no sign of rebellion.

“Why is Your Lordship irritated? What Your Lordship said, Fei Yan of course understands. Today, Fei Yan just wanted to bring her cat back to the Royal City. If Your Lordship dislikes it, Fei Yan will no longer offer it.”

Seeing her demeanor not seeming perfunctory and even submissive, Mi Lu’s turbulent, insecure, and restless heart was momentarily soothed.

The demonic mist abruptly dispersed, and Ning Feiyan fell back to the ground, an ugly mottled red mark around her snow-white neck.

In his fury just now, Mi Lu had mindlessly used the Curse Poison pioneered by the Great Demon Witch from there.

Once this poison touched someone, it could not be cleansed for three years; the skin would feel as if burning, twisted with toxic torment, terribly difficult to endure.

The antidote for the Curse Poison had not yet been developed, and Mi Lu’s regret came too late now.

But seeing Ning Feiyan’s serene expression, devoid of any resentment, he slightly relaxed. His normally dark face softened as well.