Recap
In such a posture of a little bird clinging to someone, Rong Yu rested his chin on Yan Zhao’s shoulder, but the words he uttered in his ear were extremely domineering: “I will take you back to my palace, and you are not allowed to shine on others, only me.”
He didn’t ask Yan Zhao if he agreed; he didn’t need to ask for an item’s opinion. Yan Zhao was not angry but felt that this hug was hard-won.
He said, “Okay.”
He couldn’t wish for more.
Rong Yu’s eyebrows and eyes curved, his expression joyful, and he grabbed his sleeve: “I like things that are obedient.”
Yan Zhao looked at the corner of his clothes and thought to himself, So be it. If being obedient can make you happy, then I’ll be obedient.
I’m begging you, please come back to me.
In every small world, Yan Zhao did his utmost to provide Rong Yu with the best of everything—food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. He ensured Rong Yu enjoyed delicacies, wore luxurious silks and satins, resided in grand palaces and mansions, and traveled in the finest carriages.
However, upon arriving at the Demon King’s Palace, Yan Zhao realized that Rong Yu’s experiences following him had been far from comfortable. The palace was a magnificent structure, its towering presence reaching the clouds. Every brick was made of solid gold, and every roof tile was crafted from pristine jade. From a celestial perspective, the palace was so vast that it couldn’t be fully seen in a single glance. It boasted pavilions, picturesque waterside structures, interconnected buildings, and lush greenery. Peach blossoms adorned the entire city, and servants in flowing garments gracefully moved about. Even a true fairyland couldn’t compare to the springtime beauty of this place.
Yan Zhao immediately felt that his arrangements in the Myriad Gods Realm were inadequate.
Various ferocious beasts, once feared throughout the Three Realms, now lay docile and slumbering. They had all been subdued by the Demon King and brought back to the palace. Whenever the Demon King felt inclined, he would select one as his mount.
The Demon King didn’t subdue these beasts to protect the people or to display his strength. His sole motivation was to possess their beauty and the stylish aura they exuded when he rode them.
This was his nature; when he saw something beautiful and desirable, he claimed it as his own.
However, he was also fickle. The novelty of each new acquisition wore off quickly, and he would relegate it to his collection before seeking out his next treasure.
But this time, he believed he had found something that would captivate him for a considerable time.
Aside from his own reflection in the mirror, he had never encountered such a dazzling being.
“This is my treasury, where I keep all my treasures.” Rong Yu opened the palace doors and placed a few new treasures inside. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
Yan Zhao surveyed the room filled with golden treasures, nodded, and replied, “Yes, it’s very beautiful.”
He noticed magical writing on the wall. As the Lord God, he understood all languages and recognized the inscription as a number: nine hundred and twenty-four.
He inquired, “Do you have a total of nine hundred and twenty-four treasures?” Rongrong loved these things, so he made a mental note to replicate them in the Myriad Gods Realm upon his return.
“Of course not, this is treasury number 924. Each treasury holds a thousand pieces. My collection is vast; a single room couldn’t contain it all.” Rong Yu seemed surprised by Yan Zhao’s question. “Do I look that poor to you?”
Who doesn’t know that the devil plunders homes and steals valuables? All 924 treasures are rightfully his! It’s an insult to even question it.
Yan Zhao: “…” It seems my imagination is limited by my own lack of wealth.
“These numbers are quite specific. The lower the treasury number, the closer it is to my bedroom, and the more I cherish the items within. Treasury No. 1 houses my absolute favorites, right next to my bedroom. Treasury No. 1000 is the farthest; I tossed things in there and never looked back. I don’t even know if it’s still piled up… Ah, it’s time to expand the palace; it’s almost full.” Rong Yu complained softly.
Yan Zhao: “…” Almost full? It seems I’ll have to go back and fight Qi Ye for more territory.
Rong Yu said: “Follow me. I’ll put away the rest of the treasures.”
Yan Zhao silently followed, watching Rong Yu walk through dozens of treasuries, meticulously sorting the treasures collected from the Dragon King of the East China Sea.
He suddenly remembered that when he was a ghost, he had also taken Rong Yu through his tomb chambers filled with burial objects.
The notion that the devil doesn’t understand love at all is incorrect. He truly loves collecting—treasures, gold, silver, and glory. The more he understands, the more Yan Zhao feels he has much to learn.
Rong Yu can accurately judge the sentimental value of an item and determine without hesitation whether to send it to Treasury No. 9, No. 114, or No. 438. Even the serial numbers of the furnishings in the treasury are clearly arranged, with no deviation.
Seemingly fanatical love, but actually extremely methodical.
True love is irrational and immeasurable.
“Finally, they are all classified… No, there is one more missing.” Rong Yu turned his gaze to Yan Zhao, hesitating. “Where should I put this last one?”
Yan Zhao’s eyebrows twitched. He had been categorized as an item by Rong Yu, just like those inanimate objects.
“You have seen so many treasuries just now. How do you feel?” Rong Yu asked.
Yan Zhao said: “Very good.”
“Very good?” Rong Yu’s eyes showed a hint of interest. “Don’t you think I’m extravagant and heinous?”
You must know the origin of those things; they were basically snatched from gods, demons, and monsters by the devil.
Yan Zhao shook his head: “All the good things in the world should belong to you. I will get you whatever you like and want.”
Rong Yu looked at him, put his hand on his shoulder, and chuckled: “Are you really a god? Does heaven know that there is a traitor among them?”
Yan Zhao’s golden eyes narrowed slightly: “I am only loyal to you.”
He has betrayed the law, profaned his duties, and the only one he will be loyal to for the rest of his life is Rong Yu.
“I like you more.” Rong Yu’s smile deepened. “Guess what position you should be in my heart.”
Yan Zhao looked at him: “The first position in the No. 1 treasury.”
Even though he lowered himself to the position of a furnishing, at least he could be closer to Rong Yu.
“You are very confident.” Rong Yu commented, and put down the hand on his shoulder.
Yan Zhao’s heart sank. Could it be that he guessed wrong?
…This is a bit bad.
“I allow you to be more confident.” Rong Yu smiled, “You can enter my bedroom and be my bed partner.”
Yan Zhao was taken aback.
…Bedroom? Bed partner?
Rong Yu urged: “Why are you still standing there? Go to the bedroom, I can’t wait.”
Yan Zhao slowly regained his senses, his heart in a mess.
Isn’t this too fast…?
This world is Rongrong’s first time falling in love with him, he can’t be so casual. Before getting Rongrong’s sincerity, there should be no skin-to-skin relationship.
A loveless union is nothing more than a fleeting moment of greed and joy, leaving only emptiness in its wake. Being with the one you love is a lingering, enduring experience, leaving a lasting impression.
Yan Zhao hesitated, but Rong Yu had already entered the magnificent bedroom. A large carved bed, made of phoenix wood, occupied the center of the room. Phoenix wood, known for its resistance to fire and its association with the mythical phoenix, was the material of choice. However, in this case, the bed had been fashioned by the devil himself, who had felled the tree to create it.
Gods and demons alike are known for their extended periods of slumber. Unlike Yan Zhao, who could sleep for hundreds of years in a simple chair, Rong Yu demanded the utmost comfort and relaxation for his sleep.
However, no bed material could withstand the intensity of his flames. Even with restraint, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire’s nature prevented him from fully relaxing during sleep. How could such a bed be considered truly comfortable?
Driven by his desire for a suitable resting place, Rong Yu sought out the territory of the Phoenix clan and felled a tree inhabited by their king, believing it to be of superior quality.
Unfortunately, even this phoenix wood couldn’t withstand Rong Yu’s flames.
Left with no other option, he resigned himself to using the bed while restraining his flames to avoid reducing it to ashes.
Rong Yu couldn’t help but feel a sense of misery. The outside world perceived him as omnipotent, unaware that he couldn’t even enjoy a peaceful sleep.
But now, with the sun’s presence, he no longer had to settle.
Rong Yu mercilessly set the carved bed ablaze, reducing it to ashes. “I’ve made room for you,” he declared.
Yan Zhao, who had been contemplating a polite refusal, was taken aback. “…What?” he stammered.
He doesn’t want to share the bed, does he? Why burn it? Does he intend for us to sleep on the floor?
There’s no need to be so wild…at least not right away.
“Come to bed and sleep with me,” Rong Yu said matter-of-factly. “I believe you’re quite fire-resistant. I won’t burn you to death if I don’t extinguish my flames. You’re the only one worthy of this royal bed. I want to sleep soundly while burning to my heart’s content.”
Yan Zhao was speechless.
Is this what he means by a bed partner…?
He is filthy.
Ahem, rather, Rongrong in this period is unexpectedly innocent.
After all, Yan Zhao has experienced several worlds with Rong Yu, and he has experienced many battles, so it is inevitable that his thoughts will be crooked.
Rongrong is not familiar with him now, he doesn’t treat him as a god, he only treats him as a bed companion, and he clearly misunderstood.
Although he really wanted to agree to Rong Yu’s request, but…
Yan Zhao shook his head slightly: “I’m afraid not.”
Rong Yu’s eyes narrowed: “You are the first one who would dared to disobey this king’s order.”
“If I change back to my original form, I can withstand your flames.” Yan Zhao lowered his head, hinting, “It’s just that the floor tiles in your palace can’t withstand my temperature.”
He said helplessly: “I can’t damage your house.”
Rong Yu: “…”
Suddenly, there was a hint of sympathy in the devil’s eyes: “It turns out that we have the same illness.”
The resonance was fleeting and turned into unwillingness, Rong Yu whispered: “I finally found such a suitable material for a bed…”
“…” Yan Zhao, who was treated as a material, was really sad and distressed, angry and funny.
“It’s not impossible.” He still couldn’t bear to disappoint Rong Yu, “The ground can’t bear it, I can go to the sky and become the sun, and you can just rest on me.”
Rong Yu immediately said: “What are you waiting for?”
“It’s just that when I go to the sky, I can’t restrain my light, and all living beings in the world will be bathed in sunlight. I promised you that I will only shine on you.” Yan Zhao said.
Rong Yu thought for a while, and said with difficulty: “For the sake of my comfortable sleep, I don’t mind sharing a little warmth and sunshine with them.”
As a demon king who subdued ferocious beasts just to drive them out to look cool, Rong Yu obviously doesn’t like to keep a low profile, and his personality is extremely flamboyant.
Is there anything more flamboyant than the sun being high above, but he is above the sun?
No.
Just thinking about it is awesome.
The god and the demon reached a consensus and quickly flew to the sky.
Once he left the palace, Rong Yu stopped restraining his flames. He was afraid of burning down his own residence, but it didn’t matter to him if other places were burned down.
Seeing the soaring flames from afar, the birds carrying fruits in the sky showed fear in their eyes, feeling that they might not be able to go home today.
He is a Bi Yi bird demon who has just cultivated into a human form, and he cannot survive under the flames of the demon king. He is afraid that there will not even be a single feather left.
But it is impossible for the devil to make way for him, and he can’t avoid the devil’s speed…
Younger sister is still waiting for him to come home in the lair.
The red light was approaching, and the bird demon was desperately waiting to be reduced to ashes, but saw a golden light coming down and protecting him. He was taken aback for a moment, and when he regained his senses, the two rays of light, one gold and one red, had already gone far away.
And he was safe and sound, without even a single feather missing from his body.
He was stunned for a while, and suddenly felt the joy of the rest of his life, flapping his wings and hurrying home.
…
The flames surrounding Rong Yu were unimaginably hot; only Yan Zhao could stay by his side unscathed and protect innocent creatures from Rong Yu’s flames.
Yan Zhao sighed slightly. “When you travel…you could pay attention and avoid innocent lives.”
He was the Lord God who protected all living beings. He gave up a lifetime for Rong Yu, but he still couldn’t change his inherent occupational disease.
“Even you think this king should restrain himself?” Rong Yu’s red eyes turned cold. “I just said I like you, and then you say such annoying 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, and there was no hint of accusation or preaching. “Every living being has something they want to protect, and they may also be being protected by other living beings. The tiny existence in your eyes is the love of others. I also have a heart of protection, and I understand the pain of not being able to protect it. 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 just grab them again.” Rong Yu sneered. “You gods, thinking about protecting this and protecting that all day long—I can’t learn it. My own happiness is the most important thing.”
Yan Zhao’s current status in Rong Yu’s heart was just a bed, so Rong Yu certainly wouldn’t listen to him.
“There is no such thing.” Yan Zhao looked at him intently. “There is only one thing I really want to protect now.”
Rong Yu asked casually: “Oh? Who is it?”
Yan Zhao replied seriously: “I want to protect you.”
Rong Yu glanced at him in surprise: “Are you sick? This king is invincible in the world, and those gods in the sky can’t do anything to me. You say you want to protect me?”
“You and I are not related. You are a god, saying such inexplicable things.” Rong Yu’s peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you sent by the heavens to kill me? Those old guys finally can’t rest assured and want to attack this king?”
Yan Zhao: “…” Rongrong’s trust in me has decreased, which is not very good.
“But it’s okay.” Rong Yu looked away indifferently. “If you are safe and sound as a bed, this king will naturally not do anything to you. If you have other ideas… huh.”
His warning was self-evident.
Yan Zhao lowered his eyes.
Then he’s really restless.
Of course, God has other ideas, but it is not to eliminate demons, but to save demons.
…
“Sister!” In the long night, the bird returned to its nest and transformed into a young man. Eagerly, he handed a fruit to another Bi Yi bird. “I found the spiritual fruit! Eat it, and you can transform too!”
They were originally a pair of loving Bi Yi birds. However, his younger sister hadn’t been able to cultivate and transform for a long time, and her lifespan was nearing its end. He desperately searched for a spiritual fruit, hoping to save her.
Meeting the Demon King on the way home was the most terrifying moment of his life.
Fortunately, there was that golden light, offering them a glimmer of hope.
The Bi Yi Bird ate the spiritual fruit and transformed into a woman. They embraced each other excitedly for a long time.
Suddenly, a golden light pierced the long night. The Red Gold Sun hung in the sky, illuminating everything in the world.
The embracing Bi Yi birds looked up in unison.
The female demon couldn’t help but ask, “What is that? I saw the same light before.”
“I don’t know,” the male demon shook his head slightly. “But it seems… it was this golden light that saved me.”
Such a radiant light, so dazzling.
He captured the attention of all, yet none dared to look directly at the scorching sun.
All beings were oblivious to the fact that on the Red Gold Sun, there was a beautiful man in red, with black hair and a fiery body, captivating all who beheld him.
The sun is revered by all, and he rests upon its scorching surface.
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