Chapter 083: The Demon and the Princess
Within the dreamscape.
Qin Gou and Yi Chengying sat facing each other. Both had small pieces of paper stuck to their foreheads. Qin Gou’s read ‘Zhao Xinting,’ while Yi Chengying’s read ‘Ye Qishuang.’
Yi Chengying asked with a smile, “Am I male or female?”
“Female.”
“Am I from the Mystic Maiden Raksha Palace?”
“Yes.”
“Are my breasts super large?”
“Cough… Yes.”
“Then Little Chair knows. I am now the Palace Lord!” Yi Chengying quickly removed the paper from her forehead and saw that it was indeed true. She then chuckled triumphantly, “Little Chair wins. Lord Qin, are you ready to accept your punishment?”
Qin Gou didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Your courage is truly growing. You even dare to arrange such a thing for your Palace Lord?”
“Little Chair is only speaking the truth. The Palace Lord won’t get angry.”
“Then why didn’t you guess your own name, ‘Yi Chengying’?” Qin Gou asked curiously.
Upon hearing this, Yi Chengying couldn’t help but lower her head and glance at her chest, saying with an embarrassed expression, “Before, when we ate together, the sisters in the palace always teased Little Chair about being ‘poor-chested and extremely hungry!'”
“Hmph, it’s probably because Little Chair hasn’t eaten anything good before and didn’t get enough nutrition. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn’t have lost to them!”
After Yi Chengying explained which ‘chest’ and ‘hungry’ she was referring to, Qin Gou chuckled speechlessly. “You truly are a female hooligan, even managing to twist dirty jokes. So, have you thought of my punishment? I’m actually quite looking forward to it.”
“How much are you looking forward to it?”
“Very much so. After all, this is the first time Little Chair has had the upper hand like this, right?”
“Then Little Chair will let Lord Qin guess. For this punishment, you’ll need to use both hands to support yourself, and Lord Qin’s waist will have to go like this, like this.” As she spoke, Yi Chengying’s slender waist leaned forward slightly with a hint of implied meaning.
Qin Gou froze for a moment, surprised. “This… isn’t that a bit too much? It’s a little… too fast.”
“Not fast, not fast,” Yi Chengying covered her small mouth and smiled slyly. “Lord Qin, just hurry up and get down and do two hundred push-ups.”
“You little brat! You just wait for me.” Qin Gou’s mouth was literally twisted with anger, and he dejectedly lay down.
A moment later, Qin Gou gritted his teeth and said, “Again?”
Yi Chengying quickly shook her head. “Lord Qin must be tired, right? You rest. Little Chair will dance a bit for Lord Qin.”
At this moment, the elegance displayed in Yi Chengying’s every move clearly showed she had been practicing for many years. This wench even knew how to soothe a slap with a sweet date!
Qin Gou chuckled. “Forget it, let’s play something else. Do you have any beautiful dreams you want to have? I can fulfill them for you here.”
“Beautiful dreams…” Yi Chengying fell silent for a moment, then suddenly said excitedly, “Lord Qin, Little Chair especially wants to revisit old places, to go to the small town where Little Chair lived before, and see the scenery there again!”
“Alright. I will now grant you the ability to create illusions here. As long as you remember those scenes, you can conjure them with a single thought.” Qin Gou reached out and pointed at Yi Chengying, then smiled slightly. “I’ll accompany you to see them together.”
Yi Chengying nodded like a pecking hen, then closed her eyes, diligently trying to recall.
In an instant, the scenery before Qin Gou rapidly changed. He was startled to find himself on a dark, desolate land, with a dormant, majestic volcano in the distance. However, Yi Chengying, that wench, had vanished.
Qin Gou called out with a rueful laugh, “Silly Chair, did you think of the wrong place?”
There was no response.
Qin Gou furrowed his brow and called out again, “Little Chair, where are you?”
Suddenly, a sword pierced the west, its cold light dazzling. A saintly woman, clad in a blue, white, and gray Daoist robe, with sword-like brows and phoenix-like eyes, exuding peerless heroism and breathtaking beauty, appeared before Qin Gou. Her face was like frost, and the silver sword in her hand was sharp and pointed, aimed directly at Qin Gou.
“Demon Master Qin Gou, why aren’t you running anymore?” the aloof Daoist nun said with a chilling smile.
“Why is the Little Gambler here? What did you just call me? Are you looking for a beating again, you dog?” Qin Gou asked, utterly confused.
However, he quickly realized that the other party seemed unable to hear him at all.
Next, Qin Gou spoke again. No, it wasn’t Qin Gou, but the man in the black robe possessing him, whose face was obscured.
“Run? I was merely taking a stroll. I got tired and decided to rest my feet for a bit, nothing more.” The man in the black robe spread his hands and laughed heartily. “On the other hand, True Lord Zhu Xie, there are so many demonic cults and heretics in this world waiting for you to eliminate. Why do you always insist on bothering me?”
“Qin Gou of Arc-Moon Mountain, Lord of Ten Thousand Demons! Aren’t all those trivial novels just about your lackeys? As long as the greatest threat is removed, the human world will naturally be at peace!” the aloof Daoist nun snorted coldly.
“Stubborn.” The man in the black robe chuckled.
“What did you say?”
“The reason you keep pestering me ceaselessly isn’t for any sense of righteousness, but simply because you, Li Yuanzhen, like me.” The man in the black robe sighed deeply. “It’s a pity that the two of us are destined not to be… My time is running out.”
“Utter nonsense!” The aloof Daoist nun’s eyes trembled slightly, and she gritted her silver teeth. “Demon Master Qin Gou, you are truly shameless! I, this humble Daoist, have spent my entire life upholding justice and eradicating evil. Towards you, a demon, I only wish to eliminate you and be done with it! You… you just said your time is running out. What exactly do you mean? Explain it to me clearly!”
The man in the black robe shook his head. “If you insist on saying it like that, it truly breaks my heart. Today is the seventy-second time that True Lord Zhu Xie has battled me, yet you can almost always retreat unharmed. Have you never felt even a sliver of doubt?”
“Could it be that True Lord Zhu Xie truly believes that I, this seat, can’t do anything to you? Have you fallen for the world’s nonsense, praising Li Yuanzhen as the savior of this generation!?”
“You mean that you’ve had a change of heart and deliberately let me go each time? No, that’s impossible! Everyone in this world knows that you are a cruel, heartless devil with the face of a human and the heart of a beast!” the aloof Daoist nun’s tone grew more agitated, and the silver sword in her hand began to tremble slightly.
“Is that so?”
The man in the black robe waved his hand, his tone sinister and fierce. “Does True Lord Zhu Xie also know that no matter the era, the most popular figures in folk tales are always the dashing princes or brave warriors who successfully rescue beautiful princesses, leading to a happy ending?”
“But why is it that the damned prince always manages to save the princess unharmed?” As he spoke, the man in the black robe forcefully tore off his cloak, revealing an surprisingly young yet unnaturally pale face, devoid of blood. He smiled bitterly. “Because the demon never hurt her.”
With a “snap,” the silver sword fell to the ground.
“I, I’ve severed my own memories, haven’t I?” the aloof Daoist nun said with a bitter smile.
“Our story wasn’t supposed to be like this,” the man in the black robe said with a look of desolation. “If only we had met sooner…”
Suddenly, Qin Gou’s consciousness violently returned to the dreamscape. He couldn’t help but feel a flood of emotions. The illusion just now was too amateurish. That guy clearly didn’t understand the Little Gambler well enough. Telling stories is really not as good as just playing a couple of rounds directly.
Immediately afterward, Qin Gou noticed that his right hand, from the palm all the way to his sleeve, was covered in writing.
“Take good care of our child, and don’t let her suffer even the slightest grievance.”
