As time went by, any devil with eyes could see that the emperor had changed.
Before this, they could not imagine what a ruler who was not resentful, cruel, or moody would be like. Falke hid all his emotions behind his eternally calm mask. The emperor was as solemn as a god, but his atrocities over hundreds of years would make even the great demons of hell jump with anxiety.
They can endure painful torture and a lowly fate, but they cannot endure the destructive thunder and fire hanging over their heads, which may fall at any time. As long as they are alive, there are infinite possibilities for turning things around, but the indiscriminate death makes the ancient and respected devils as small as fragile and smoke-like ghosts.
Falke had changed. His tense body relaxed and his expression became more lively. Many servants saw him smiling. As long as he looked at humans or had humans around him, he would immediately become as soft as a cloud, ready to float into the sky at any time.
Privately, all the demons spread the word that the emperor was deeply in love with the innocent soul.
Yu Mengzhou was at the center of all the discussions, but no one dared to tell him these words.
He was still quite at leisure, and spent the whole afternoon trimming the hooves of the hymn, the blasphemy, and the iron staff.
"You smell like the leader," Song Ge sniffed closer and said curiously, "No, rather than the leader, it's more like... the original magic power?"
Yu Mengzhou carefully polished the hooves of the obscene tongue and blew away the tiny keratinous foam. He answered absentmindedly: "Yes, Falke said that the energy of the Weaver is not enough for me. From now on, he will be responsible for providing me with the magic power for activities."
"That's right. The Weaver's magic power is indeed of a low level." Carol thought for a moment and excitedly suggested, "In that case, we can also supply you with magic power! Although it is slightly inferior to Falke, it is still pretty good!"
"Okay," Yu Mengzhou said with a smile. He stopped and looked at the curvature of the hoof wall, then asked Song Ge, "Then where should I bite?"
Song Ge was startled: "Bite... where?"
Yu Mengzhou said in surprise: "Yes, isn't it the fastest way to absorb magic power from the mouth?"
What the hell, where does this weird rule come from
Carol's lips opened and closed again, and he suddenly realized that the leader, this cunning liar, had been deceiving humans and told them that they needed to bite with their mouths to replenish their magic power!
Just as he was about to speak, the iron staff silently hit Xieshe on his hind legs. Xieshe was caught off guard and immediately gasped.
"Dirty tongue, are your hind legs itchy?" The Iron Scepter said suddenly, "Let the human scratch them for you."
"What? Where is it itchy?" Yu Mengzhou quickly turned around and touched Xieshe's hind legs, but found that a small patch of hair had fallen off and was slowly growing back.
"Is it here?" He scratched gently, "Why is your hair falling out? Is there something wrong with your diet?"
With a forced smile on his face, he glanced coldly at the iron scepter and decided to record this account for the time being.
"Maybe it was accidentally bumped into before? It's no big deal."
After this interruption, Song Ge saw that his two compatriots had strange expressions, so he coughed and changed the subject: "The weather is hot recently, human, do you want to eat something cold?"