Yan Zhao pulled himself out of his memories and quietly looked at Rong Yu who was sleeping peacefully on the bed. There was some indescribable meaning in his eyes.
In the past, Rong Yu would never sleep so defenseless in front of him. Every time he appeared in the devil's bedroom, he would be arrested at the first sign of disagreement. Rong Yu would wake up immediately, and on the surface, he would flirt with him lazily, but inwardly he would be on high alert, maneuvering in every possible way, calculating the opportunity to escape.
The devil likes to sleep deeply and want to have a good dream comfortably. He even takes a soft couch with him when he escapes. However, he has never let Rongyu have a good sleep.
He is probably Rongyu's nightmare.
… What a rotten thing I had done before. Yan Zhao felt extremely regretful.
Even though the real murderer had died miserably at his hands, the injustice he had caused Rong Yu could not be undone. If the Demon King had not been strong enough, he would have killed Rong Yu by mistake when they first met.
When the Demon King was first pointed at by his golden sword, the look of despair that flashed across his eyes was like a thorn in Yan Zhao's heart, which he would always remember.
Even facing the wall was not enough to make up for his misjudgment. He deserved to stay at the wall to reflect on himself.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhao's face lost even the slight blush caused by embarrassment, and turned pale.
There was no light in the room, but the eyesight of an advanced zombie was enough to allow him to see everything within his field of vision very clearly.
Rong Yu's sleeping posture was very bad, with the quilt not covering him properly. He lay on his side, curled up into a small ball, hugging the pillow tightly in his arms, which was an extremely insecure posture.
The proud, powerful and arrogant demon king could be so fragile when he was sleeping.
Why do I feel so insecure
Yan Zhao could easily imagine that during the pursuit, Rong Yu was awakened from his sleep countless times by him, and dealing with him must have left a psychological trauma...
These post-traumatic stress syndromes are all self-inflicted.
A trace of pain arose at the apex of my heart and quickly spread to the entire atrium.
He was born as the sun god, his light shines on all living things. Universal love means that there is no preference, the most kind and the most selfless.
In the past, he had competed with the evil god for the position of the supreme god in the world of all gods. The evil god, whose divinity was engraved with selfishness and evil, was willing to give up his power and authority for love.
Yan Zhao didn't understand why love had such magic. He watched the world go by with cold eyes, and saw many kinds of love, romance, but never participated in them, nor did he understand the taste of it. He just felt that it was so boring.
A god has seen too many worlds, and even the freshest and most interesting stories will become boring, including love stories. He has guarded the world of all gods for countless years, and his heart has long lost its waves.
Until the traitorous demon king appeared, forcing him to leave the world of all gods and pursue him to the great world, where he experienced the prosperity of the secular world. Those worlds were no longer cold screens that developed step by step in his eyes, and he could feel their beauty in person.
The most beautiful scenery in the photo is Rong Yu in red.
There were ripples in his heart, but he didn't know why.
Now he finally understood what love was. It had become an ocean, but his beloved had been pushed to the other side, with a sea of blood and hatred in between.
Yan Zhao: “…”
It’s a headache. What should I do with this situation
Yan Zhao was worried, Rong Yu turned over and kicked the quilt away, revealing a pair of long legs under her pajamas.
Yan Zhao laughed, fearing that his mortal body would feel cold, so he used his spatial ability to suspend the quilt in the air, loosened it in mid-air, and covered Rong Yu tightly.
Rongyu was restless for a while, turned over and kicked the quilt away again.
Yan Zhao had no choice but to use the same old trick again, creating a zombie that was a qualified tool for covering the quilt.
The next day, Rong Yu woke up and saw a person embedded in the wall.
Oh, a zombie to be exact.
Or a great god
Whatever, it's a humanoid creature anyway.
This scene should have been a scene from a thriller, but Yan Zhao's face was so handsome that it looked like a mural hanging on the wall, as if one was in an art film.
Rong Yu complained about the ugly wallpaper of this house last night, but with Yan Zhao's decoration, it instantly became pleasing to the eye.
Rong Yu yawned and said vaguely: "You can come out now, go to the bathroom and wash up."
If you stay under a wall for a night, you will definitely be covered in dust and dirt.
Yan Zhao immediately went to the bathroom and quickly cleaned himself with his water power. He did not dare to use any of the Lord God's power, otherwise Rong Yu would definitely sense the fluctuation of divine power.
Yan Zhao didn't want to fight with him.
He would never attack Rong Yu again... but the other party might even want to kill him.
In the small world, they were almost always chasing each other and rarely had a head-on confrontation. First, the Demon King could not defeat the Lord God in a head-on fight, and second, a fight of their level would definitely affect the Great Thousand Worlds, causing more serious time and space loopholes, and even the fall of countless small worlds. Rong Yu's magic power in his heyday was equivalent to the Lord God Realm. The destructive power of a Lord God-level battle could only be endured by the Ten Thousand Gods Realm or the Black Hole. The only time Yan Zhao injured Rong Yu was when they first met in the Black Hole.
The small world cannot withstand their real attack, especially this low-level world, which cannot withstand even half of their power. Yan Zhao naturally wants to avoid a battle of divine power to prevent the world from collapsing. If he wants to avoid a battle... he should continue to conceal his identity for the time being.
Otherwise it would be hard to guarantee that Rong Yu wouldn't beat him.
After all, judging from his soul memory, Rong Yu seemed to have unlocked his power, and the red gold did not bind him.
If the Blood Jade Bracelet knew what Yan Zhao was thinking, it would only sneer: Lord God, from my perspective, you have been with the Great Devil for several worlds, do I dare to restrain him
Unfortunately, Yan Zhao didn't know it at the time. He just thought that the power of the demon king was too strong and the red gold couldn't completely seal it.
Yan Zhao cleaned himself, brushed off the dust, changed into clean clothes, and looked at himself in the mirror to confirm that his appearance was perfect.
This body is slightly inferior to the original Lord God, but it is also a top handsome guy in human aesthetics. Yan Zhao originally had no concept of appearance, and only pursued strength without caring about appearance. However, Rong Yu's face-control attribute was obvious, which made Yan Zhao care about appearance.
He tried hard to practice smiling in front of the mirror - he heard that a smile can bring good feelings to people, and he hoped that Rongyu would like him more.
After putting on an impeccable expression, Yan Zhao opened the door, and as soon as he walked out, the corners of his mouth drooped and he lost control of his expression.
Just because Rongyu was eating compressed biscuits for breakfast.
Hot fresh food has long been a rarity in the apocalypse. Cooking food requires fire, and now that human production has almost stagnated, a lighter can be sold at a sky-high price. It is even more of a luxury to let a fire-type supernatural person cook, as most people in this world are ordinary people.
Compressed biscuits are a must-have to fill your stomach.
But it definitely doesn't taste good.
Yan Zhao was no longer the high and mighty main god who had guarded the world of all gods for thousands of years. He had seen all kinds of things in the world and knew that such a day was definitely not life, but survival.
The former demon king was born to enjoy life, and would not compromise on the quality of life even if he was exiled. Yan Zhao thought he was extravagant at that time, but now seeing Rong Yu being so "thrifty", he felt it was irritating, and his heart sank.
He felt that Rongyu should live a luxurious and comfortable life, which was worthy of the pride and dignity of the Demon King.
"Don't eat this anymore." Yan Zhao couldn't help but say.
Rong Yu looked at him strangely: "Do you want to starve me to death?"
These words were like a knife cutting Yan Zhao's heart. The other party was originally a demon, so he could live without food, but now that he was trapped in a human body, he would also make do with food and clothing.
The main culprit for this is myself.
Yan Zhao didn't say anything, he was almost blaming himself to death.
Rong Yu snorted and continued to bite the biscuit.
He didn't have to make do. The zombie virus didn't infect animals. After the apocalypse, the number of humans decreased significantly, but the number of wild animals increased. As long as he was willing, he could capture a lot of prey, which were all delicious ingredients.
It's just that he doesn't want to learn how to cook.
The big devil has never done any housework and would rather mistreat his stomach than step into the kitchen.
He just wants to wait for the sun to cook for him.
But now the sun is even more detached from the world than he is.
Tsk, the more I think about it, the more useless it is. Rong Yu fiercely broke the biscuit in his hand, crushed it into the sun, and bit it in one bite.
They traveled together for a few more days. Every night when they rested, Yan Zhao would go into the same room with Rong Yu and then consciously seal himself into the wall.
Yan Zhao didn't want to go to the next room, but Rong Yu wouldn't let him sleep in the room, so this compromise was made. When Rong Yu calmed down, Yan Zhao wouldn't have to paint the murals anymore.
Although Rong Yu did not express any opinion on Yan Zhao's behavior, Yan Zhao knew in his heart that once he really went to sleep next door, he would never be able to get closer to Rong Yu again.
This mural must be seen.
Yan Zhao was also responsible for driving during the day. When the car stopped, Rong Yu rested in the car while Yan Zhao went out to collect crystal cores.
They said they were collecting crystal cores, but they were actually doing something else. Yan Zhao had no intention of going against humanity, nor would he destroy this small world, so there was no need to upgrade this zombie king's body. The purpose of his staying in this world was to cultivate feelings and save the world.
Therefore, the zombie king was not doing his job and was too lazy to pay attention to the high-level zombies he sensed. He now had another important thing to do.
Ever since he saw what Rong Yu was eating, Yan Zhao felt depressed, but he didn't know what to do. Until one day when he was searching for supplies in a supermarket, he somehow picked up a cookbook.
Yan Zhao understood.
He wants to teach himself to cook.
Yan Zhao did what he said, so he focused on hunting down all kinds of beasts with delicious meat and throwing them into the space to keep them fresh. When he went to various small supermarkets to collect supplies, he focused on sweeping out pots, pans, and various recipes.
He was determined to improve Rongyu's diet and cook delicious and hearty meals for him.
If you want to capture Rongyu’s heart, you must first capture Rongyu’s stomach.
We can’t let Rong Yu suffer like that again.
…
"So, this is the reason why you blew up the kitchen and almost burned down the house?" Rong Yu looked at the plate of black chicken wings in front of him and raised his eyebrows.
Yan Zhao: “…”
When doing an experiment for the first time, mistakes are inevitable.
Yan Zhao picked up the plate: "I'll try a few more times, but I'd better throw this plate away." He couldn't bear to watch it anymore.
Rong Yu held his hand, picked up the chopsticks, tore off a small piece of chicken, put it in his mouth and tasted it.
He remembered the first time he ate the food cooked by Sun was in Wen Yichu's world. At that time, Sun's food was already delicious, and he was also gifted.
Now that I think about it... this is indeed the first time that Taeyang has cooked in the true sense of the word.
Yan Zhao asked nervously, "How is it? I know it's not good. I mean, at least compared to compressed biscuits..."
"One hurts the taste, the other hurts the stomach." Rong Yu commented objectively.
It was the same pronunciation, but Yan Zhao understood it.
It's over. He really shouldn't have interfered in the kitchen. His old friend Xieshen had already told him that cooking was a very difficult task, so why didn't he believe it? Rongrong must be even angrier now...
"You don't have to stay at the wall tonight." Rong Yu said.
Yan Zhao was startled.
"Although the result is not very good, you are thoughtful enough to learn to cook for me." Rong Yu curled his lips, "But I still need more practice."
Yan Zhao's eyes lit up: "Not waiting for the wall means..."
"Sleep on the floor."
"… "
That’s fine, it’s a big improvement after all.