Chapter 151
Manzhi dared to directly throw the pillow on Chu Feng’s face and even secretly used her foot to step on her face through the pillow, showing some reliance—
Although Chu Feng always wore a cold face, exuding an aura of staying away from strangers, making people automatically keep their distance from her, Manzhi knew she was a good person.
Good people could be bullied casually, even rudely treated, just like how she had stepped on Chu Feng’s boots before.
As Manzhi became more familiar with the situation, she retracted her claws gleefully, let out a soft snort, and licked her claws while observing Chu Feng’s next move.
As expected, Chu Feng slowly raised her fair hand to remove the pillow from her face.
Anticipating the other’s movement, Manzhi sneered, stood up, and stretched lazily with a bowed back. It’s better to get off the bed first, so as not to offend the holy monk-like fox spirit in Chu Feng’s eyes. Manzhi lightly flicked her tail and was about to leap off.
“Zing—”
The sound of a sharp wind, like metal clashing, flew into Manzhi’s ears. Before she could react, her body was suddenly encircled and lifted into the air.
In the room, the soft and flowing silk veil gently swayed as it fell to the ground.
Between the bed curtains, a pure black brocade extended a long and thick pure white snake tail, encircling the waist and abdomen of the celestial snow silver fox, imprisoning the silver fox within the python’s body.
“???”
Is this how you treat your benefactor? You despicable woman!
Manzhi almost cursed out loud, but she remembered that as a “simple fox who didn’t know Chu Feng’s true identity,” she should behave in a certain way at this moment.
Thinking of this, Manzhi stiffened all over, showing a bewildered expression, waiting for Chu Feng to lift the pillow and look over, then she would start her performance.
Chu Feng’s hand was already on the pillow, but she hesitated to lift it.
Manzhi looked at her strangely, feeling bored, and then glanced down at the snake tail that was encircling her.
There was no dazzling sunlight in the room, but the white python’s scales seemed to be naturally translucent, emitting a faint milky radiance, reminding Manzhi of the time when the demonic cultivators everywhere were talking about their Demon King being a sacred python. When she heard it, she even mocked the foolish python, daring to take on the name of a sage, not afraid of the wind flashing its snake tongue.
Once, when she was drunk, she made a bet with her subordinates’ demon generals to pick a snake-mouthed lotus growing in front of Chu Feng’s sleeping hall. She personally sneaked into Chu Feng’s palace and happened to encounter Chu Feng leaning against the corridor, basking in the sun for a midday rest—
Honestly, it sounded very poetic, but when Manzhi saw the large and long white python coiling around the vermilion corridor pillars, its snake tail winding below, it scared half the alcohol out of her.
The other half of the alcohol emboldened her, and after picking a fragrant and delicate lotus, she approached the vermilion corridor and reached out to touch Chu Feng’s scales.
It was cool and smooth, hey, it felt good.
Unable to resist, Manzhi pressed her warm palm against the snake scales and enjoyed it for a while before realizing and raising her head.
The white python had opened its eyes at some point, and its pair of emerald green vertical pupils looked over silently, without impurities or emotions.
Their gazes met.
“Get out.”
The next moment, Manzhi was thrown out of the Demon King’s palace.
Fortunately, the snake-mouthed lotus was not damaged, saving face for Manzhi in front of her subordinates.
But the Demon Queen was always particular about trifles. Manzhi, feeling resentful that Chu Feng didn’t give her face, immediately had her demon generals seize a bountiful secret realm of the demonic cultivators, sealing the snake-mouthed lotus in a stone tablet and erecting it in front of the secret realm, feeling pleased with herself.
She even declared that one day she would take over Chu Feng’s palace and pick all of her snake-mouthed lotuses. The demonic cultivators were thrilled to hear this, while the demonic beasts cursed loudly.
As for Chu Feng—since that day, they had become mortal enemies, and they wouldn’t stop until one of them was dead.
In the end, it was Chu Feng who died.
…
I wonder if that snake-mouthed lotus is still there. It’s probably not even possible to find the secret realm now that it’s in ruins.
Manzhi stopped dwelling on it. One must live in the present. What’s the use of thinking about the past? Dealing with the current situation is the truth.
She stretched her forelegs to try to reach, but she couldn’t.
Damn, these fox legs are too short.
Unable to reach with her forelegs, Manzhi stood up on her hind legs and tried to hook and kick forward, just managing to touch the icy cool scales. Before she could savor it, the other party seemed to think she was struggling, so the snake tail tightened a bit, making her waist ache.
“Hiss.” Manzhi gasped lightly.
Not very loud, but it finally woke Chu Feng, who had been motionless.
That clearly articulated hand finally moved the pillow that the fox had been stepping on to the side, revealing Manzhi’s most familiar face.
The previous Chu Feng had the same appearance as before, but was far more aloof and detached than the previous Holy Python Demon King, untainted by worldly affairs, as if no one could leave a trace in her eyes.
But the current Chu Feng gradually overlapped with the Chu Feng deep in Manzhi’s memory. With the same deep green pupils, harboring ferocity and strangeness, even without looking at her snake tail, the aura of a demon rather than a human came rushing over.
Manzhi was stunned.
Until Chu Feng called her.
“Qin Yi.”
“…” Manzhi snapped back to reality, tilting her head, “Master Chu Feng, look clearly, I am not Qin Yi.”
“You are,” Chu Feng said confidently.
What nonsense.
“I am the Tianxue Silver Fox of Daiyuan Peak, not yet transformed, truly not Master’s old acquaintance, you’ve got the wrong person.”
“Master, please put me down quickly. I didn’t know Master was a demon cultivator or a snake. I’m sure Yu Yi would be shocked to hear this.”
Chu Feng ignored the latter half of the sentence as if she had not heard it, and leaned against the soft pillow, half-sitting, using her tail to bring Manzhi in front of her, exuding a leisurely and elegant aura out of nowhere.
She reached out her arm and stroked the fluffy fox tail. Manzhi couldn’t help but watch her movements. She then noticed that Chu Feng’s fingers were half a joint longer than those of an ordinary cultivator, even more slender, with a slight redness at the joints, emitting a strange beauty. Just the simple act of stroking the fox’s tail made it mesmerizing.
Chu Feng’s fingertips traced the fox fur lightly and sighed softly.
“I remember the past, I won’t make a mistake.”
Manzhi rolled her eyes.
So what if you remember the past? She had never forgotten all these years. How could she not know when she was called Qin Yi?
Chu Feng glanced outside the bed curtain.
“This is your palace. You are revered as the Demon Queen by the demon cultivators, while I am honored as the king by the demon cultivators.” Chu Feng only said this, paused, then looked at Manzhi again. “I know you remember these things.”
Manzhi was startled by her words. Upon second thought, even if Chu Feng had regained her memory, how could she possibly know Manzhi’s current situation? She must be deceiving her.
She could go along with accepting this “old acquaintance,” but she didn’t want to.
In this life, they should be strangers.
“Are you going to dictate everything?” Manzhi insisted, sneering lightly, not bothering to argue further, showing a bored expression of “say whatever you want, crazy person.”
“Lift your head and look at me.”
Manzhi ignored her.
The next moment, she was grabbed by the back of her neck and forced to lift her head.
“?”
Manzhi stared at the large python shoe right in front of her.
Damn it.
The snake’s emerald green eyes were cold and sinister, like a tempting endless green lake, emitting an incomprehensible light:
“Do you remember then, did you kill me?”
Manzhi’s pupils contracted.
She remembered.
How could she forget.
So, she wouldn’t get close to Chu Feng again.
She didn’t deserve to.
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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu
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