In each of these small worlds, Yan Zhao did his best to provide Rong with the best food, clothing, housing and transportation. He ate delicacies from the mountains and the sea, wore silk and satin, lived in a palace and a luxury car. How many people could not dream of such a rich and luxurious life.
When he arrived at the Demon King's Palace, Yan Zhao realized that it would be a real hardship for Rong Xi to follow him.
The majestic and magnificent palaces soared into the clouds. Every brick was genuine gold, and every tile was crystal clear jade. Looking down from the clouds, the entire palace was too big to be fully seen. Pavilions, waterside pavilions, and high-rise buildings were set in the background. The mountains were covered with green, and peach blossoms filled the city. Rare animals and animals were raised, and exotic flowers and plants were planted. Palace servants with fluttering sleeves walked by. Even a real fairyland would not be as beautiful as this spring scene.
Yan Zhao instantly felt that the arrangement of the World of Ten Thousand Gods was not enough for him.
All the beasts that once frightened the three realms were lying down and sleeping obediently. Without exception, they were all subdued by the devil and brought back to the palace. If the devil was interested one day, he would choose one of them as his mount.
The purpose of taming ferocious beasts is not to eliminate harm to the people, nor is it based on the size of their fighting power. It is purely based on which one looks prettier and looks cool to drive, and then the one that is chosen is tamed.
He is that kind of person. If he sees something beautiful and likes something, he wants to take it for himself.
He was extremely fond of novelty and bored with old things. Every time he brought something back, it would lose its novelty after a few days. He would just put it on display as a collection and then go out to look for new ones.
But the one I brought back this time should make him like it for a long time.
Except when he looked at himself in the mirror, he had never seen such a dazzling existence.
"This is my treasure house, filled with my treasures." Rong Xi pushed open a palace door and put a few new treasures in. "Isn't it beautiful?"
Yan Zhao looked at the room full of golden treasures and nodded: "Yes, very beautiful."
He noticed the magic words on the wall. The Lord God knew all languages and understood that it was a number, nine hundred and twenty-four.
He asked, "You have a total of 924 treasures?" Rongrong liked these and wanted to write them down and make a copy for the All Gods Realm later.
"Of course not. It's Treasure House No. 924. Each treasure house contains a thousand items. I have collected so many things that one room can't hold them all." Rong Yu seemed surprised that Yan Zhao would ask such a question, "I don't think you are that poor?"
Who doesn't know that the devil robs houses and takes away all the feathers from them? The nine hundred and twenty-four treasures are all his belongings? Who is he insulting
Yan Zhao: “…” It was poverty that limited his imagination.
"These numbers are also particular. The smaller the number, the closer it is to my bedroom, and the more I like the things inside it. Treasure House No. 1 contains all my favorites, and it's right next to my bedroom. Treasure House No. 1000 is the farthest, and I just throw things in there without even looking at them. I don't know if there's enough room... Ah, it's time to let them expand the palace, it's almost not enough." Rong Xi complained in a low voice.
Yan Zhao: “…” This is not enough? It seems that he will have to fight with Qi Ye for territory when he returns.
Rong Xi said: "Follow me, I will put away the remaining treasures."
Yan Zhao followed silently, watching Rong Yu walk through dozens of treasure houses and sort out all the treasures he had collected from the Dragon King of the East China Sea.
He suddenly remembered that when he was a ghost, he also walked through his own tombs filled with burial objects with a look in his eyes.
Even though the devil didn't understand love at all, he truly loved collecting, treasures, gold and silver, and splendor. The more he understood, the more Yan Zhao felt that he had a long way to go.
Rong can accurately judge the liking value of an item and send it to Treasure House No. 9, Treasure House No. 114, or Treasure House No. 438 without hesitation. Even the serial numbers of the exhibits in the treasury are clearly arranged, without any deviation.
It seems like a fanatical love, but in fact it is extremely calm.
True love is beyond reason and cannot be measured.
"Finally everything has been sorted... No, there's only one missing." Rong Yu turned his gaze to Yan Zhao, hesitating, "Where should I put this last one?"
Yan Zhao's eyebrows jumped. He was being classified as an object just like those dead things.
"You have just visited so many treasure houses. How do you feel?" Rong asked.
Yan Zhao said, "Very good."
"Very good?" There was a hint of interest in his expression, "Don't you think I am extravagant and wasteful, which is a heinous crime?"
You have to know the history of those things. Basically, the Demon King snatched them from various gods, demons and monsters.
Yan Zhao shook his head: "All the good things in the world should be yours. I will get it for you if you like or want it."
Rong Xi looked at him, put his hand on his shoulder and chuckled, "Are you really a deity? Does the heaven know that there is a traitor among them?"
Yan Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly: "I am loyal to you."
He has betrayed the law and profaned his duties, and the only loyalty he has for the rest of his life is to tolerance.
"I like you more." Rong Xi's smile deepened, "Guess what position you should hold in my heart."
Yan Zhao looked at him: "The first position of the No. 1 treasure house."
Even if it means lowering myself to the position of a decoration, at least I can get closer to you.
"You are very confident." Rong Xi commented and lowered the hand that was on his shoulder.
Yan Zhao's heart sank. Could it be that he was now inferior to even other dead things
… This situation is really bad.
"I allow you to be more confident." Rong Xi smiled, "You can come into my bedroom and be my bed partner."
Yan Zhao was stunned.
... bedroom? bed partner
This is... a direct entry into the house
Rong Xi urged: "Why are you standing there? Come into the bedroom, I can't wait."
Yan Zhao slowly came back to his senses, feeling very confused.
Will it be soon?...
His doomsday was to die with Rongrong in bed. When he arrived in Rongrong's world, was he in this identity
This world is Rongrong's first love, he can't be so casual. Before getting Rongrong's true heart, there should be no physical intimacy.
A union without any emotion is only for the sake of momentary happiness, which will make you feel even more empty afterwards; only the love in your heart can bring you the lingering and passionate love, with a long-lasting aftertaste.
Yan Zhao hesitated for a moment, and Rong had already entered the magnificent bedroom. A large carved bed was placed in the center, made of the sacred Wutong tree. The sacred Wutong tree could resist the fire of the phoenix, and was originally the habitat of the phoenix. Later... it was chopped down by the demon king to make a bed.
Gods and demons sometimes have to sleep for a very long time. Rong is not as unpretentious as Yan Zhao, who can sleep for hundreds of years just sitting on a chair. His bed must be the most comfortable so that he can sleep most relaxingly.
But no bed was made of material that could withstand the flames he released, and they would always turn into ashes in an instant. Of course, he could restrain himself, but the Red Lotus Karma Fire was not something that could be restrained. If he couldn't even relax when sleeping, how could that be called a good bed
So when he heard that the phoenix wood could resist fire, he rushed to the Phoenix Clan's territory to cut down the tree. This tree was specially inhabited by the Phoenix Clan's king, and it was definitely not a low-quality wood.
Unfortunately, the paulownia wood could not withstand Rong's flames.
There is no other way, I have to make do with it. I have to keep the flames down to avoid being left without a bed to sleep on.
Rong felt that he was really miserable. People in the outside world said that he was omnipotent, but few people knew that he couldn't even sleep well.
But now that he has Yang, he doesn't have to make do with it.
Rong Xi burned the carved bed made of sacred Chinese parasol wood into ashes without any pity: "You've made room."
Yan Zhao, who was trying hard to think of a way to refuse, said: "...what?"
Aren't you... going to be my bedmate? Why did you burn the bed? Did you want to lie on the floor
For the first time, there is no need to play so wildly...
"Turn into a bed to sleep with me, what's wrong? Hurry up." Rong Xi said as a matter of course, "I see you are quite resistant to fire, you won't be burned to death even if I don't put out the fire, the royal bed belongs to you, I really want to be able to burn as much as I want while I sleep."
Yan Zhao: “…”
So this is what bed partner means...
He is dirty.
Well, it would be better to say that Rongrong was unexpectedly simple during this period.
After all, Yan Zhao and Rong Xi have been through several worlds and battles, so it is inevitable that they will have some wrong thoughts.
Rongrong was not familiar with him at the moment, and did not regard him as a god, but as a bed, objectifying him clearly.
Although he wanted to meet Rong's request, but...
Yan Zhao shook his head gently: "I'm afraid not."
Rong Xi said dangerously, "You are the first one who dares to disobey my order."
"If I were to transform back into my original form, I could withstand your flames." Yan Zhao lowered his head, hinting, "Even if it's the floor tiles of your palace, they can't withstand my heat."
He said helplessly: "I can't cause damage to your house."
Rong : “…”
The devil suddenly showed a hint of sympathy: "It turns out that we share the same suffering."
The resonance was fleeting, and turned into reluctance. Rong Xi whispered: "It took me a lot of effort to find such a suitable material for the bed..."
"..." Yan Zhao felt sad, distressed, angry and amused at the same time for being used as material.
"It's not impossible." He just couldn't bear to disappoint Rong Xi. "If the ground can't bear it, I can go to the sky and become the sun, and you can rest your head on me."
Rong Xi immediately asked: "Then what are you waiting for?"
"I have gone to heaven. I cannot restrain my light. All beings in the world will be illuminated by the sunlight. I promised you that I would shine my light on you for a while." Yan Zhao said.
Rong Xi thought about it and said reluctantly: "Since I can sleep comfortably, I don't mind sharing some warmth and sunshine with them."
As a demon king who tamed ferocious beasts in order to ride them to look cool, Rong obviously does not like to keep a low profile and is extremely flamboyant.
Is there anything more ostentatious than that the sun is high above him, but he is above the sun
No.
Just thinking about it makes me feel happy.
The god and the demon reached a consensus and quickly flew into the sky.
Once he left the palace, Rong would not restrain his flames. He was afraid of burning down the place where he lived, but if other places were burned down, it would have nothing to do with him.
Seeing the flames rising into the sky from afar, the birds in the sky carrying fruits were terrified and felt that they might not be able to return home today.
He was a love-winged bird demon who had just transformed into a human form. He simply could not survive under the flames of the devil. He was afraid that not even a feather would be left.
But the devil would never give way to him, and he couldn't escape the devil's speed...
A'mei was waiting for him to come home in the nest.
As the red light approached, the bird demon waited in despair for it to turn into ashes, but a golden light descended and protected him. He was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, the two lights, one golden and one red, had already gone far away.
And he was safe and sound, not even a feather was missing from his body.
He was stunned for a while, then suddenly felt relieved for surviving the disaster, and flapped his wings to go home quickly.
…
The temperature of the flames around Rong Zhao was unimaginably high, and only Yan Zhao could stay by his side safely and protect innocent lives from the flames calmly.
Yan Zhao sighed: "When you are on your way... you must be careful to avoid innocent lives."
After all, he is the main god who protects the common people. He sacrificed his entire life for Rong Xi, but the occupational disease in his bones cannot be cured.
"Even you think that I should restrain myself?" Rong Xi's red eyes turned cold. "I just said I like you very much, but now you say such disgusting words. This is a world where the strong are respected. Why should I wrong myself for those ants?"
"Ants are also living beings." Yan Zhao's tone was very gentle, without any accusation or preaching. "Every living being has something they want to protect, and they may also be protected by other living beings. The tiny existence in you is the most beloved in the hearts of others. I also have the heart to protect, and I understand the pain of not being able to protect, and I don't want them to repeat the same mistakes."
"I don't understand. I don't want to protect anything. Is there anything in this world that is irreplaceable? Even if all the treasures in my treasury are broken, I will go and grab them." Rong Xi sneered, "You gods, you spend all day thinking about protecting this and that. I can't learn from you. What's most important is to keep your heart."
Yan Zhao now knew that the only thing Rong Xi cared about was a bed, so of course Rong Xi would not listen to him.
"It's not this or that." Yan Zhao looked at him intently, "There is one thing I really want to protect now."
Rong Xi then asked, "Oh? Who is it?"
Yan Zhao answered seriously: "I want to protect you."
Rong Xi looked at him in surprise and said, "Are you not sick? I am invincible in the world. Even the gods in heaven can't do anything to me. You said you would protect me?"
"You and I are not related, and you are so confused that you say such inexplicable things." Rong Taohua's mouth slightly bent, "Are you sent by the heaven to kill me? Those old guys are finally worried and want to take action against me?"
Yan Zhao: “…” Rongrong’s trust in him has decreased, which is not good.
"But it's okay." Rong Xi moved his hand nonchalantly, "If you just stay as a bed, I won't do anything to you. If you have other thoughts... heh."
His warning speaks for itself.
Yan Zhaochui was gone.
Then he is really restless.
Of course, God has other ideas, but they are not to eliminate demons, but to save demons.
…
"Sister." In the long dark night, the bird returned to the nest and turned into a young man. He couldn't wait to pass the fruit to the other lovebirds, "I found a spiritual fruit. Eat it and you can transform!"
They were originally a pair of loving lovebirds. Ah Mei had been unable to cultivate and transform, and her life was coming to an end. He went through great pains to find a spiritual fruit.
Meeting the devil on the way home was the most desperate moment in his life.
Fortunately, fortunately there was that ray of golden light, giving them hope of survival.
The lovebirds ate the magical fruit and turned into a woman. They hugged each other excitedly for a long time.
Suddenly, a golden light broke through the long night, and a red golden sun hung in the sky, illuminating everything in the world.
The lovebirds embracing each other looked up at the same time.
The banshee couldn't help but ask: "What is that? I've seen this kind of light before."
“I don’t know.” The male demon shook his head gently, “But it seems… it was this golden light that saved me.”
Such a brilliant light, so dazzling.
It grabs the attention of all things, yet dares not look directly at the scorching sun.
On the red golden sun, there lay a beautiful woman with loose black hair and red clothes, her body full of flames, captivating everyone.
He is looked up to by all living beings, and he lies on the scorching sun.