“Lie down.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Will you lie down or not?”
“I…” I glanced at the expression on the Demon Lord’s face. Remembering the tales of how he once leveled a mountain and destroyed an entire sect with just a wave of his hand, I shrank my neck. “I’ll lie down…”
Lying on the muddy ground, the Demon Lord mercilessly smeared my face with grass and mud. “Remember, he will come from the southeast. You must pretend to be very hungry and too weak to move. But if he offers you food, you cannot eat it.”
“Why? Is he going to poison me?”
The Demon Lord paused for a moment. “No, but you must maintain your integrity.”
“What kind of integrity is it to refuse food when starving?”
His face darkened. “Do as I say.”
So, I shrank my neck again. “Alright.”
I agreed reluctantly, but my response made him frown. “Don’t act so spineless!”
In my heart, I roared: forcing others to do your bidding and then blaming them for not resisting enough? Truly insane!
But in the end, under someone else’s roof, I had no choice but to swallow my anger. Turning my head to look at the road from the southeast, I finally asked a question that had been brewing in my mind for a long time. “Will he… dislike me lying in the middle of the road and chop me in half with one swing?”
The Demon Lord’s sidelong glance swept over me. “No.”
“You’re that sure?”
“Absolutely.”
Of course, he could be sure. I was only asking for reassurance. After all, the person about to walk down that road was none other than this same Demon Lord, three hundred years ago.
Looking at the Demon Lord’s silent and serious profile, I thought to myself: for things to turn out like this, not only was I caught off guard, but even the Demon Lord himself probably never imagined it.
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