Martial Cultivator

Women were always shy, especially when it came to matters of love. Originally, it should not be the woman who spoke first, but since she was Xie Nandu, it somehow seemed quite normal.

It was just that Chen Chao did not seem particularly excited either upon hearing these words. He only looked seriously at the woman before him and said, “I haven’t even given you betrothal gifts yet, why are you in such a hurry?”

“Don’t want anything so valuable, just one roast will do.”

One roast will do, means you alone will do.

Perhaps sweet words in all under heaven had never needed those so-called oaths of eternal love.

Chen Chao smiled and said, “But I still feel that I’m wronging you too much. ”

The woman I like, that is the best woman in all under heaven. Since she is already the best woman in all under heaven, how could one roast as the betrothal gift be enough?

“I have the greatest betrothal gift in all under heaven waiting to give you.”

“Your being alive is the best betrothal gift.”

“Only my being alive? Then who do I give my betrothal gift to?”

“There’s no one who personally gives the betrothal gift to the woman he is going to marry.”

“Then... I still have to make a trip to White Deer Prefecture.”

“Chen Chao, do you know? I once prepared to give you the most extraordinary dowry in all under heaven, but unfortunately, you don’t like it.”

“You know, what I want isn’t that much. Those things... have no meaning to me.”

Xie Nandu looked into Chen Chao’s eyes. “Does the dowry I give you also have no meaning?”

Chen Chao smiled. “If you cared about these things, then you wouldn’t be you.”

“Then if I’m no longer me, would you still like me?”

Chen Chao raised his brows and asked with a smile, “Will you change?”

Many people in this world will change. Different life encounters will create a different self.

But some people will never change.

Xie Nandu said: “But you have indeed changed a lot.”

“However, you have become better and better.”

“It’s just... still a little short.”

Xie Nandu said somewhat dissatisfied: “You are a little disobedient.”

While speaking, this woman also intentionally or unintentionally lowered her head to take a look.

It was just whether it was only that thing that was not very obedient, or something else was also not very obedient, it was hard to say.

Chen Chao said seriously: “It’s a little too much to demand a man for some things.”

Xie Nandu chuckled lightly: “What? A great cultivator of the Fuyun Realm, an invincible martial artist under heaven, Lord Warden Commander of the Great Liang Dynasty, you don’t even have this much ability?”

Chen Chao, who had been called so many titles in succession, shook his head and smiled, “You must know that for some things, no matter how invincible a man is, he will still be defeated.”

Xie Nandu’s little face was slightly red, those eyes at this moment were somewhat tender as water.

Chen Chao raised his head, feeling the restlessness of a certain place, and helplessly said: “I really want to eat someone!”

Xie Nandu smiled and turned around to pick up a roast and stuffed it into Chen Chao’s hand, “Eat the roast.”

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The demon race’s first failure to attack the city was within Demon Lord Redsleeve’s expectations. Although she had been in the Southern Frontier for many years, seemingly in a corner of the land, in reality, as early as when she had competed for the position of Demon Emperor back then, she had already understood this principle: her fellow clansmen would only put everything aside and go all out to do something when they truly reached the point where they had no choice but to act.

This was the demon race’s drawback since ancient times, and it was very difficult to change. Not to mention her, even the Demon Emperor had no way to do much about it.

Fortunately, the demon race’s foundation was still relatively deep, and many things could allow them to take their time.

It was precisely because their foundation was relatively abundant that this kind of thing would always exist and could not be changed.

At this moment, in the demon race’s great tent in the desolate north, there was a discussion that even Demon Lord Redsleeve could not stop, or rather, would not stop.

Actually, rather than calling it a discussion, it would be better to call it an argument.

A group of great demons and demon generals who held exalted positions in their respective clans all displayed extreme anger toward this failure.

The demon race’s High Priest presiding over this discussion, although he knew very well what these people were thinking, still could not make it clear, and could only silently watch them at this moment.

He even needed to speak from time to time to appease these fellows with different thoughts.

The High Priest looked somewhat helplessly toward the outside of the great tent. At this moment, he could only see the back of Demon Lord Redsleeve.

It was precisely her, but had it been anyone else, he might not have come out to deal with this mess.

And at this moment, Demon Lord Redsleeve was sitting not far outside the great tent, drinking the alcohol brought over from the human race’s side, taking small sips, and was not in a hurry.

Before long, a woman with snow-white eyes came here, thought for a moment, sat down beside her, and picked up a jug of wine.

Demon Lord Redsleeve actually had never had any hostility toward this young woman who was two generations younger than her. Now, when the other party sat down beside her without saying a word, she also, for once, did not say anything the other party did not like to hear. Instead, she smiled and said: “Our group of people has always been like this, there has never been any talk of unity, even at this moment, we have only barely come together. The human race’s side seems to be different, it is very easy for them to band together into a single rope.”

“It is not like this either, they are also a scattered mass of sand at many times, otherwise there would not have been the matter of White Jing sweeping across the human race before, but the place where they are better than us is that every so often, there will always be someone who can accomplish some things.”

Autumn took a sip of wine, looking ahead, her expression somewhat complicated.

“Sometimes I really admire them, especially after I read their history, only then did I discover that they are very weak at many times, yet they can accomplish many things when they are weak, these qualities are all things we do not have.”

Demon Lord Redsleeve smiled, she had always yearned for the human race, it was just a pity that she had this identity.

“Next time we attack the city, I will smash them as much as possible, I cannot give them any opportunity anymore.”

Demon Lord Redsleeve smiled and said, “Give them a little more opportunity, and they will give me a miracle.”

While speaking, Demon Lord Redsleeve had always been looking at Autumn.

How intelligent was Autumn? She probably knew what she meant, after thinking for a moment, she said somewhat indifferently, “Now...”

It was just that before she could finish speaking, Demon Lord Redsleeve shook her head and interrupted: “Of course I know, so I will personally make a trip to the royal city.”

Autumn was silent.

Ever since that year when Demon Lord Redsleeve left the demon race’s royal city, she had never returned all these years.

She had vaguely heard that this old matter had involved some kind of contract, seemingly something like Demon Lord Redsleeve would never return to the royal city, and the Demon Emperor would no longer pursue the matter, or something along those lines.

“Things have long been different, what are we guarding those old things for? Even if I will die, it will be after this matter, it is worth it.”

Demon Lord Redsleeve said self-deprecatingly, “Although I also don’t know why it will be worth it.”