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But seeing the two of them standing together now, he began to believe his initial doubts to some extent.
Butai withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, first nodding slightly to Mu Qinghan, then turning to Tu Shan Yaya in a gentle tone.
"Hello, my name is Butai. You must be the helper the dean found? Thank you so much for your help this time."
"Yes, Tu Shan Ya Ya, the second-in-command of Tu Shan."
Ya Ya raised her chin slightly, her tone naturally carrying a hint of arrogance, her eyes sparkling.
"The second-in-command of Tushan?!" Butai's eyes widened suddenly, and his voice rose slightly. "Then your sister is the Demon Queen Tushan Honghong?"
"of course!"
Ya Ya immediately straightened her chest.
"Let me tell you, my sister is invincible—well, this guy doesn't count."
She suddenly pointed to Mu Qinghan beside her, "I'm usually so busy, I wouldn't bring Mu Qinghan if it weren't for Mu Bingkuai."
Looking at her slightly raised head and smug expression, Mu Qinghan felt a helpless smile in his eyes.
He reached out and gently grabbed Ya Ya by the back of her collar. With a little effort, he pulled the little fox steadily into his arms, his movements natural.
"Stop messing around, behave yourself."
He spoke very softly.
As Ya Ya was held in his arms, her ears drooped instantly, and her previous arrogance vanished without a trace. She nestled obediently in his embrace.
Butai and Shi Kuan stood opposite each other, their mouths agape, their faces filled with shock.
The two of them had sensed something was wrong earlier, but they never expected it to be this wrong.
What do you mean by "having feelings for each other"? They're not even acting anymore, they're just hugging each other like it's nothing out of the ordinary, they've clearly been dating for a long time!
Tu Shan Ya Ya blushed slightly as she looked at the two of them in shock.
However, he was still very happy inside. In front of the human race, Mu Bingkuai did not hide his relationship with her at all.
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"Um...who is this big guy again?"
"The Demon Emperor of Beishan, Shi Kuan."
"Northern Mountain... the Northern Mountain Demon Emperor? That demon emperor from the north?! He... he... he... his hairstyle is so ugly..."
"I feel so too."
Shi Kuan: "..."
Butai: "Pfft..."
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"Sister Honghong, have you seen Sister Yaya?"
"Ya Ya? Did you sneak out again?"
"That shouldn't be the case. If Sister Ya Ya went out, I should be able to sense it."
"No need to think about it, it must be that Mu kid. Sigh, Ya Ya is completely under his thumb."
"Don't worry, sister. Maybe Ya Ya has him wrapped around her little finger. That guy's emotional intelligence might not even be as good as Ya Ya's."
Chapter 100 Love cannot be hidden.
"Well... I'm going to start now—"
Tu Shan Ya Ya held the Dream Hammer.
Across from them sat Butai and Shi Kuan, the former clutching her skirt with both hands, her eyes revealing a mixture of anticipation and nervousness; the latter, with her back straight and her brows slightly furrowed, exuded a solemn air.
"Well, come on!"
The two spoke in unison, and as soon as they finished speaking, Tu Shan Ya Ya flicked her wrist, and the small hammer slammed down with a whooshing sound.
With a crisp sound, Butai suddenly covered the back of his head, and a burst of golden stars exploded before his eyes, causing his ears to ring.
Tu Shan Ya Ya put away the hammer and tilted her head to look her over.
"Hmm? Have you started reminiscing?"
"No...no, my head...my head hurts terribly..."
Butai's eyes were red from the pain, her voice was weak, and she gently pressed her fingers on the sore spot, looking at her with a pitiful expression.
"Yes, headaches are normal."
Tu Shan Ya Ya looked confident, her chest puffed out high.
"Awakening memories can be a bit of a headache!"
"Is...that's how it is? But..."
Butai wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted by a helpless chuckle.
"What do you mean, 'nothing's wrong'? You idiot."
Mu Qinghan walked over, covering his face, and gently touched Tu Shan Yaya's smooth forehead with his index finger.
"You didn't put any demonic power into the hammer. Her headache is purely from your stupid pounding."
Tu Shan Ya Ya blinked her bright, watery eyes, and only after a moment of surprise did she realize what was happening.
"Hmm...right...I forgot to transfer my demonic power..."
She glanced down at the Dream Hammer in her hand and muttered to herself, "No wonder I didn't feel anything when I hit it earlier."
Shi Kuan, who was standing to the side, slowly relaxed his furrowed brows.
He had felt something was wrong earlier—he felt perfectly normal, with neither the surging of memories nor the trembling of his soul.
He thought something was wrong with him, but after understanding the whole story, he couldn't help but sigh softly.
He turned to look at Butai, where the girl was rubbing the back of her head, gently massaging her small head.
The ends of her hair swayed slightly with her movements, like a little animal that had been wronged but dared not complain.
Shi Kuan subconsciously raised his fingers, wanting to rub the spot where she had been hit, his fingertips almost touching the top of her head, but then he suddenly stopped and slowly withdrew them.
No, that would be too abrupt.
He thought that doing these things after she remembered everything, after they truly returned to how they were before, would not be offensive.
Shi Kuan sat up straight again, but his gaze remained fixed on Butai.
Tu Shan Ya Ya gathered her demonic power and raised the hammer to strike again.
Butai's pupils suddenly contracted, and his eyes widened slightly.
The scene before them suddenly reassembled, and Tu Shan Ya Ya's face and Mu Qing Han's figure were swallowed up by an overwhelming green in the blink of an eye.
She found herself standing on a vast grassland.
The air was filled with the scent of grass and wildflowers, and the distant lake shimmered with light.
The vermilion pavilion on the shore has upturned eaves, and the wind chimes under the eaves sway gently, making a tinkling sound.
The warm sunshine shone down on me, and even the air felt sweet and warm.
Butai raised his hand in a daze, his gaze falling on his palm.
Those weren't the slender fingers she was familiar with, but rather a pair of chubby, white little hands.
The knuckles were still pink, like freshly baked glutinous rice balls, and even the nails had a faint pink tint.
Curious, she pinched the back of her hand. The soft touch from her fingertips made her smile.
Just as she was examining the chubby little hand with great interest, she suddenly heard light footsteps behind her. "Princess, your guards... have arrived."
Before he could finish speaking, Butai felt a slight numbness in his neck, and his body turned around on its own.
What came into view was a tall and upright young man, whose broad shoulders and narrow waist were accentuated by his black outfit.
His face was so pale it was almost transparent, his eyes were as empty as a bottomless, icy pool, and he was enveloped in a deathly stillness that kept people at a distance.
Butai looked at him and suddenly gave him a sweet smile, with two shallow dimples appearing on her cheeks, and her voice was soft.
"Will you be protecting me a year from now?"
Shi Kuan was suddenly stunned.
He had never seen such a smile before.
Like the first ray of sunlight breaking through the dark clouds, like the first handful of snow melting in the cold winter, it was so bright that he almost dared not look directly at it.
That sweet feeling seeped into his heart through his gaze, quietly lighting a glimmer of light in his long-barren chest.
He stared intently at the little princess before him, and ripples gradually appeared in his originally lifeless eyes, his breathing becoming somewhat rapid.
It turns out that there are moments in this world when he feels he "wants to live."
He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse: "I...my name is...Shi Kuan..."
"Hehehe," Butai laughed even harder, waving his chubby little hand, "Then I'll leave it to you, A-Kuan."
“Ah…Kuan…”
Shi Kuan murmured the two words over and over, his tongue rolling over them gently. He felt that these two simple words were warmer than any words he had ever heard before.
That glimmer of light burned brighter and brighter in his eyes, almost illuminating his entire heart.
But he's a demon!
They are stone demons who are feared by humans from birth and labeled as "outcasts".
In this Demon-Controlling Kingdom, they are nothing more than lowly servants.
She was a human princess, cherished and pampered by countless people.
This chasm stretched between the two, like an insurmountable barrier.
Shi Kuan looked down at his hands, which were covered in thick calluses, with the fingertips still bearing the marks from practicing boxing.
These hands could wield heavy weapons and cleave hard rocks, yet they dared not touch the princess's soft hair.