Chapter 468: Chapter 468

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When they returned to the cave, the rearranged bones lying among the hillock had again dispersed into bits of bone ash.

Upon seeing Fang Geyu and Yun Rong return, Baili An couldn’t help but ask, “What were you two talking about?

You were gone for quite some time.”

Yun Rong had already replaced her cloak hood, hiding in the shadows as her gaze indifferently glanced at the beautiful head hanging at his waist before suddenly saying, “Should we leave this skeleton with you for now?”

Hearing this, the beautiful head with tears of sleep in her eyes, yawned deeply and said, “It’s just an old skeleton, hardly a treasure worth fussing over so much.

Why not just find a pit and bury it?”

Under Fang Geyu’s watchful eyes, Baili An said nothing more and decisively placed the skeleton into the Bi Shui Sheng Yu.

“I think we should dig a hole for your nagging, scary big head.

Maybe if we plant some fertilizer on it, plenty of foxtails might grow next year.

Fang Geyu nonchalantly produced a foxtail grass and inserted it into the hair of the beautiful head, her cold smile as sweet as sugar: “See, it suits you perfectly since they’re both picked up from the roadside.”

The Demon Lord, with a smile that was not really smiling, said, “Sweet girl, sweet talker.”

Fang Geyu smirked twice, about to speak, when suddenly, a delicious smell of roasting meat wafted through the cave.

The three of them looked inside the cave simultaneously.

They saw Si Li sitting by the campfire, draped in a black dress resembling a night lily.

The faint firelight brushed across her brows, casting a glimpse of unintentional aloofness into her deep, profound eyes resembling clear lakes and mountains.

She seemed unconcerned with everything that was happening inside the Bronze Gate, her black dress piled over bloodied gray rabbit fur.

The hand holding the roasting spit clearly showed bones through her porcelain-like cool skin, with sharp fingertips stained with residual blood.

Such noble hands should not be touching anything as mundane as cooking…

yet here she was, roasting a wild rabbit.

The Demon Clan assassin Hong Zhuang, unusually obedient, sat next to her, intensely focusing on the rabbit in her hand without moving her gaze.

Baili An, noticing the tufts of rabbit fur on the ground, discreetly tucked the long sleeping Afu Tu into the Bi Shui Sheng Yu, and then felt relieved as he asked, “Is Sister Si Li roasting rabbit?”

Si Li responded neutrally, “I was hungry.”

She gently rotated the rabbit in her hands, its appealing fat dripping onto the firing wood, sparking flames.

Baili An opened his mouth, pausing before asking, “You eat rabbit?”

Si Li looked up at him, “Rather than rabbit, should it be that young human girl next to you?”

Baili An shook his head repeatedly, “I was just curious, aren’t Corpse Demons unable to eat human food?”

A hint of displeasure appeared in Si Li’s eyes, “Are you comparing me to those lowly Corpse Demons?”

Baili An realized that beings like Sister Si Li, except for their dislike of sunlight and love of fresh blood, didn’t differ much in other life habits from ordinary people.

He looked at the crispy, golden rabbit, and although he lacked a sense of smell, seeing Hong Zhuang sitting upright, staring fixedly at the rabbit cooked by Si Li, he knew it must be delicious.

He never thought Sister Si Li could have such good culinary skills.

“The fire’s too low, add some wood.”

“Don’t use damp leaves, it smokes and will ruin my rabbit.”

Si Li, proud of her cooking skills, lazily rotated the rabbit on the spit while unapologetically directing Hong Zhuang, who remained silent the entire time.

Baili An realized for the first time that an Enchanting Demon could, to earn a meal, lose their dignity and help stoke the fire without a word.

However, both seemed to enjoy it.

While roasting the rabbit, Sister Si Li maintained a demeanor of cool nobility, untouchable.

Yet when everyone’s eyes surprisingly followed the roasted rabbit in her hands, she unconsciously narrowed her fox-like eyes that are fierce and fierce.

The corners of her eyes slowly elongated, diminishing the sharpness and leaving only a shallow triumphant demon energy.

I recently released a Pici Bird to observe the world around this mountain; it’s probably coming back soon.

I will go out and check.”

Unable to eat the rabbit meat, Baili An left the cave.

Fang Geyu also started to feel a bit hungry and thought about whether to go out and hunt some wild rabbits or chickens to eat.

But remembering her extremely low survival skills—she couldn’t even pluck chicken feathers, let alone cook meat—she decided against it.

“Human girl,” Si Li suddenly called her.

Fang Geyu looked up at her and saw the Princess leisurely offering a juicy leg of rabbit, golden fat staining her pale fingers.

With her slender, beautiful, fox-like eyes, she half-smilingly looked at her and said, “This is for you.”

for me?” Fang Geyu stood there, feeling a rare sense of honored bewilderment.

The Corpse Demon Clan was notoriously disdainful and antagonistic toward humans, treating them as nothing more than food.

The upper echelons despised humans even more.

Was this excellently roasted first leg of rabbit a sign of compassion from Princess Si Li, allowing her to have it?

The Enchanting Demon, Hong Zhuang, with a mask covered in wood ash, stared blankly at the rabbit leg in Si Li’s hand, slowly furrowing her brows without speaking, and retreated to one side to sit properly again, leaving them with a back that didn’t seem very happy.

Fang Geyu met Si Li’s gaze and suddenly seemed to understand something.

Her face suddenly flushed, and she awkwardly snorted, turning her head away, “I don’t care for the rabbit meat personally roasted by your sister.”

During the conversation, the young lady had already scooted next to Si Li within three steps, taking the rabbit leg, carefully holding it, and gently blowing on the hot oil flowing from the crispy skin.

Si Li’s gaze fell on her delicate, white nape, a vulnerable spot covered in a layer of soft down that only young girls possessed.

She asked, “Human girl, how old are you this year?”

Fang Geyu blinked and replied, “Sixteen.”

“Sixteen…” Si Li’s lips curved with a meaningful smile, suddenly raising her fingertip to gently caress her snow-white neck, “Did my younger brother ever bite your neck?

Fang Geyu almost lost her grip on the rabbit leg, shrinking her neck and staying silent.

Si Li’s eyebrows lifted in a smile, “It seems he did?”

And judging by the reaction, she had voluntarily allowed him to bite.

From ancient times, humans who willingly offered their blood as food had been extremely rare, and Si Li was not aware of any such humans in her recollection.

A chilly breath suddenly approached.

Fang Geyu suddenly widened her eyes and positioned the rabbit leg across her lips, preventing Si Li’s tusk from piercing the skin on her neck.

She slowly raised her eyebrows, annoyed, and looked at Si Li: “I won’t let you bite.”