Chapter 757: Chapter 757
For Baili An, whose eyes had been eroded by the deadly poison of the Peacock Feather, the world was pitch black—a truly rare novelty for him.
Since becoming a corpse demon, he had found the night to be far clearer than the day.
Now, with his eyes open and seeing nothing at all, as if he was in the everlasting night of silent stars, he felt an unusual sense of peace.
Yet Baili An knew it was not night but the height of noon.
The dungeon in which he was imprisoned seemed to have received special attention from the Female Demon Lord. Despite being cut off from any external aura and even his Divine Sense being unable to penetrate the walls, his body could still feel the scorching pain of sunlight.
The pain was not lethal. Baili An felt his skin crack and burn, yet these did not bring him the fatal harm that direct sunlight would.
Nevertheless, every inch of his skin felt as if it were being fried in oil, like countless red-hot needles bringing searing pain everywhere.
All in all, the Demon Lord had really lit a fire under him, it seemed she had no intention of making his time of reflection in the dungeon comfortable.
When Ning Feiyan appeared at the dungeon doorway, she was shocked to see a scene of splendor vastly different from the other cells.
She thought to herself that when the Demon Lord was infatuated with someone, she wouldn’t hesitate to give them the world, but when she hated someone, she was truly willing to torture them to death.
Filling a corpse demon with the full brilliance of the sun.
It was akin to a slow, painful execution!
Frozen at the entrance for a good while, Ning Feiyan finally collected her thoughts and steadied her gaze.
In the midst of the poisonous glare, she saw Baili An sitting quietly in a corner of the dungeon, his ankle symbolically chained, his black hair hanging in front of his forehead, half-hiding his deep purple, poisoned eyes. His figure was propped unevenly against the stone wall, looking exceptionally pale and lean.
For Ning Feiyan, the soft light, weakened by the Crystal Stone of the cell walls, became fiery flames when it fell upon that figure.
The sound of chains scraping against the stone wall rose, and Ning Feiyan saw him slowly turn those lackluster eyes in her direction, "Ning Feiyan?"
His voice was questioning, indicating that Ning Feiyan’s arrival came as no surprise to him.
Ning Feiyan suppressed an inexplicable emotion within her heart, entering the dungeon with her usual slight smile, "I haven’t made a sound, how did you know it was me?"
She moved briskly to Baili An’s side, thoughtfully shading him from some of the sunlight.
Baili An did not explain how he recognized her, he shifted to a more comfortable position and replied, "I actually didn’t expect the Demon Lord to let you see me so soon. It seems the trouble she’s in is bigger than I imagined."
Ning Feiyan looked down at him in surprise, "You know?"
Baili An just smiled, "I guessed."
Seeing him able to smile despite his predicament, Ning Feiyan surmised this young man must have some kind of ace up his sleeve.
After pondering for a moment, she said, "Yesterday, after you allowed the Manxie clan to break through the city gates and then used the Tianji Umbrella to fight the enemy, your aim wasn’t solely to destroy the Imperial City and delay the wedding, was it?"
Baili An licked his dry and cracked lips but did not speak.
Ning Feiyan continued, "Don’t worry, I dispersed the demonic guards when I came in, and I’ve set up a soundproofing technique in this cell."
Baili An internally praised Ning Feiyan’s meticulousness and chuckled softly, about to speak, when suddenly he felt a warmth on his lips.
It was the soft tip of a finger, bitten to draw blood, the warmth of fresh blood carefully applied to his cracked lips.
The stinging pain was somewhat soothed.
As she delivered her fingertip to his mouth, enveloped in a sweet scent, it lightly touched the tip of his tongue, spreading a gentle, warm sweetness inside.
Starved for a long time, Baili An couldn’t help but tighten his lips around her fingertip, his tongue sweeping over her wound.
Watching him, Ning Feiyan inexplicably felt the same sense of accomplishment one might feel when satisfying a well-cared-for pet.
Baili An, still biting her finger, said somewhat unclearly, "Mm, according to what Hao Nong described, the War Slave Camp was established purely for Mi Lu’s personal desires. To Mi Lu, the War Slaves are just expendable cannon fodder on the battlefield.
The life force of those who have survived the Demon’s deadly training is extremely formidable. Yet, during last night’s battle, I didn’t see a single War Slave on the battlefield. It seems that this group, intended for sacrifice, was deployed somewhere more crucial for Mi Lu."
Ning Feiyan considered herself to be meticulous in planning, accustomed to anticipating three steps into the future, but she hadn’t expected this young man to be equally adept in this regard.
Noticing that he had guessed correctly, she couldn’t resist teasing him a little, gently prodding his tongue with her finger, and said with a smile, "You’re rather sharp all the time, aren’t you? But what good does it do to guess correctly? After all, it’s the will of heaven that prevails over human planning."
Baili An bit lightly on her finger, "What do you mean by that?"
Ning Feiyan raised her eyebrows, feigning sympathy, "My dear young master, you still don’t know? Indeed, those summoned slaves under Mi Lu have a different purpose. They’ve been arranged within the endgame gate of the Dragon Vein."