I Can't Possibly Take Pity On A Demon / Chapter 1

 Prime Mountain snowed again, and the top of the mountain was instantly snow-white.

Chang Huan took the cloak and ran over with broken steps, draped her clothes on Liu Shuang and chided, "Your Majesty, why are you waiting for the Demon Lord again? You are weak, the demon ruler said that you don't have to wait for him here all the time."

Snowflakes fell all over Lvshuang's hair, she stretched out her hand and watched the snow melt in her palm, couldn't help but smile and happily said to Chang Huan, "Do you know, December on earth is also the coldest season."

Chang Huan smiled and shook her head, she was a ghost cultivator, naturally she had never been to the earth, but in the mouth of the Queen, the earth was a very beautiful place, and she heard her heart yearn for it.

Liu Shuang a small face by the cold weather set off like ice and snow carved general, even the former delicate lips, also become pale a few. But her eyes are very bright, because this month, her husband, Yan Chaosheng, who is fighting against the immortals in all directions, will return.

She pulled Chang Huan and asked her, "Are my clothes okay, how about my hair, is it messy?"

Chang Huan said: "Your Majesty's celestial beauty, all good. When the demon ruler sees you, he will definitely not want to leave again."

Liu Shuang smiled, and her two big eyes curved into crescent moons.

Chang Huan also felt happy for her, in Chang Huan's opinion, the demon ruler killed and fought, and after his big wedding with the niang niang, he always got together less and less and was too busy. Sometimes several years, only once to return to Prime Cang Mountain to accompany the mother, stay for a few days, then have to leave again.

Now the eight wilderness is gradually stabilized, all parties have entered into a peace treaty, the demon ruler does not always have to travel, immortals, demons, ghosts, demons, the end of the chaos, the heaven and earth Lang Lang, the four seas peace.

Without those important matters, the Demon King can accompany the Queen and give birth to a little princess in peace and quiet.

Seeing that Liu Shuang was cold and rubbing her hands, Chang Huan couldn't help but advise: "Your Majesty, let's go back to the hall and wait."

Liu Shuang smiled and shook her head, her cultivation level was not high, and her birth was not good, so she could do very little for Yan Chaosheng. Among these very few things, she took care of everything and did everything herself.

A hundred years ago, she remembers standing at Mount Prime Cang waiting for him, when he harnessed the red kite returned, saw Mount Prime Cang waving waiting for her, eyes with a smile, the first time shallowly curved lips.

Liu Shuang blinked her eyes, jumping up and down, although they are the Daoist couple, she rarely saw him smile.

He is a demon ruler and a ghost ruler, as the high and mighty monarch of the two worlds, he does not smile all the time, making her timid. That time she felt his pleasant, since then whenever he returned from the war, she always waited at the entrance of the ghost domain Prime Mountain, so that he came home first will be able to see her.

The years of waiting were long, he occasionally sent word to return on the first day of the year, when the war was burning, 15 to see his figure, a return is covered in blood.

Because of the time for the two of them to get along, Liu Shuang doubly cherished.

She did not feel waiting under the harsh cold of Mount Keng Cang, how torturous, in fact, the ghost world behind her is more difficult for her, her body is a small blue immortal grass of the pale blue lake on earth. Although the spiritual power is low, but in the end is also immortal body. Immortal body living in the dreary and depressing ghost domain, if not Yan Chaosheng cultivation is unfathomable, occasionally double cultivation with her, from the fingers of the leakage of spiritual energy will be enough for her clumsy forward cultivation, she will not be able to hold on.

Although the ghost domain is not as cold as the entrance to the Prime Cang Mountains, but the slightest ghostly cold, so she was uncomfortable, reluctant to take a step out of the palace.

Yan Chaosheng had also asked her to go back to the warm demon world to live, but she refused.

He is fighting for the turbulent ghost world, back to the demon world, Liu Shuang will not see him, for her, nothing makes her happier than to see him, rely on his arms.

Chang Huan waited with her until midnight and saw that it was late in the day on Mount Keng Cang, so she immediately said, "Your Majesty, let's go back first, the demon ruler may not return until tomorrow, and he will be distressed to see you like this."

Liu Shuang nodded, decided to come back tomorrow, today is fourteen, often Yan Chaosheng will not be more than fifteen not return.

Liu Shuang formed a seal, the sky flew over a giant green bird.

The giant bird with beautiful feathers and flowing light landed meekly in front of Liu Shuang.

She touched its neck: "Go home, Qingluan."

Qingluan properly held her, flapped its wings, rose up in the air, and cut through a stream of light in the dark and blood-like sky of the ghost domain.

The two demon birds are in love with each other.

After she married him, pampered central to Yan Chaosheng to ask for a, ask for a full half year, he gave her the green luan as a mount.

In order to tame this demon bird, Liu Shuang spent decades learning to comb its feathers, ideas to please the blue luan, which willingly protect her, let her drive.

The Qing Luan travels tens of thousands of miles a day, and it didn't take long to arrive at the Prime Cang Mountain.

The palace of the Ghost Gate is solemn and gloomy, with dozens of white-faced ghost cultivator generals guarding the palace gate.

Liu Shuang took a look at the air above as thick as blood, and gently inhaled a breath. She grabbed the Qingluan feather hand secretly hard, unwilling to give away the natural fear of this place inside.

Her husband is the only demon ghost in the eight wildernesses, with a demon body to cultivate the ghost dao, staying in the ghost domain is most comfortable for him.

Even if she doesn't like this place, she doesn't want to let him lose his cultivation for her own harmless preference.

"Your Majesty, be careful." Chang Huan stretched out her hand and helped Liu Shuang leap off the back of the bird.

Qing Luan sensed something and whistled lightly towards the temple, with some unusual agitation. Not long after, the temple also came a clear bird song, a bright red as fire kite bird from the ghost domain flew out, and Qing Luan crossed necks and entwined, combing each other's feathers.

Chang Huan said in surprise, "Your Majesty, it's the demon ruler who has returned!"

The red kite is here, proving that Yan Chaosheng is already in the palace of the ghost domain, and a smile haloes around Liu Shuang's cheeks as she carries her skirt and runs towards the palace.

Chang Huan chased after her, "Niang Niang, you slow down."

Liu Shuang was wearing a scarlet gauze skirt with large blooming begonias embroidered on it, and as she ran through the palace courtyard, the begonias were overflowing with light and color, with layers of fury.

Even the deadly ghost cultivators could not help but look at her sideways and salute, "Your majesty."

She pushed open the door of her palace, but did not see Yan Chaosheng inside.

Liu Shuang inclined her head and asked the little ghost attendant at the side, "Where is His Majesty the Demon King?"

The ghost attendant said, "The Demon Lord has returned from his injuries and is now in the Hall of Emotionlessness."

"He's injured! Is he seriously injured?"

"My subordinate does not know."

Liu Shuang entered her bedchamber worriedly, she was all worried, but she didn't dare to set foot in the Emotionless Hall. There was a cold pool in the Emotionless Hall, the place was cold enough to freeze her flesh, but it was an excellent place for Yan Chaosheng to heal her wounds.

He had given an ironclad order not to allow her to set foot there half a step.

She waved them away: "Play by yourselves, husband is back, he is injured, I am worried about him."

When the ghost butterflies heard that Yan Chaosheng had returned, they scattered in an instant. The courtyard was filled with flowers, a completely different picture from the gloomy ghost world outside.

Originally, there was no grass in the ghost domain, because there was no life, naturally such vibrant things would not grow. After Liu Shuang moved in, her own immortal aura is dense and gentle, plus bored and lonely, so she asked for grass seeds from Yan Chaosheng's subordinates, fed with spiritual power, and tried to grow flowers and plants in the courtyard.

Gradually, in the cold, dark and depressing ghost world, she and Yan Chaosheng were the only ones who had flowers and grass in their chambers.

Even the brightly colored phoenix butterflies like to take advantage of Yan Chaosheng's absence and quietly fly here.

But if he is in, his body pressure is too great, these small things are not dare to come. He once crushed a ghost butterfly in front of her, too late to fly away.

Wooden corridor twists and turns, hung with glazed lanterns.

The blood-like sky darkened, and Yan Chaosheng still did not return. Chang Huan said, "The demon ruler is healing, you should rest first, Your Majesty."

Liu Shuang nodded and had to enter the chamber first.

Chang Huan took off her hair, removed her makeup, and helped her to apply the fragrant cream, and Liu Shuang nestled into the warm quilt, but her heart was thinking about Yan Chaosheng in the Emotionless Hall.

How is he? Is he badly injured? Does it hurt?

The second half of the night, she was still tossing and turning, with her eyes open. It was only when the ghost crows flew by outside, with a hoarse and unpleasant sound, that she realized there was a person standing next to her bed.

He seemed unsurprised: "Still awake?"

The tone was cold, but Liu Shuang's eyes lit up and she got up from the blanket. Yan Chaosheng was silent for a moment, his finger moved, and the soft South Sea night pearls in the room lit up one after another.

Lv Shuang finally saw him.

Her husband, the sovereign of the demon world and ghost domain, Yan Chaosheng.

He was dressed in black with golden trim, extremely handsome, with thin lips and long eyebrows and dark pupils, looking down at her from above.

Liu Shuang reached out her hand to him, he looked at her and handed it to her.

This slender hand is as cold as jade, as his body temperature, so cold that people shiver. She was shivering from the ice, but put his hand into her arms and covered it, looking at him with big eyes: "Husband, are you hurt badly?"

Under the light, her small face was flushed, her watery eyes, and her lips turned a delicate red color. She forgot that his body flowed with the blood of the demon snake, body temperature muffled not warm.

His expression remained unchanged, but his eyes unconsciously softened a point and said, "No harm."

Liu Shuang did not count with him, why this time he came back not through the Prime Cang Mountain, let her wait in vain, but quietly use the formation to return to the Emotionless Hall.

She was concerned about his injury and went to untie his sash: "Let me see."

Yan Chaosheng pressed her hand and said, "Don't be ridiculous."

When he does not allow the next person to do a thing, he tends to unconsciously release the pressure of authority. Liu Shuang's body was afraid of him, a timid feeling was born from her heart, but her care for him still prevailed.

She held back the feeling of her heart being squeezed, unyielding, and said, "Husband show me, otherwise I am not at ease."

Eventually his shirt was removed by her.

Yan Chaosheng is a ghost cultivator, his skin tone is a gloomy, miserable white compared to normal people, yet he has beautiful muscles, a slender body, a torso as if exquisitely carved, beautiful beyond words.

She saw his shoulder, where black blood seeped out, the wound was deep enough to see the bone. Liu Shuang's heart ached, now he has few enemies in the Eight Wastelands, who is it that can injure him to this extent?

She raised her hand and covered the area, trying to help him repair it with a steady stream of spiritual energy. He held her hand back and closed his shirt: "I don't know how much I have, I don't need your help to heal my wounds, sleep."

Her body small immortal grass, healing this same immortal art cultivated the best, although staying in the ghost domain for many years, but she never dared to waste, afraid that one day Yan Chaosheng returned from injury, she can not do anything for him.

Now she was held down by his wrist, he did not need to use much force, a gentle push, Liu Shuang will fall into the cloud cover, can not move.

He was propped up on her sides, his expression was bland, looking down at her from above.

It was the look of a monarch who cultivated the path of ghosts, the look that people see most often makes people retreat and their lips tremble. Cloud burial in the Liu Shuang but does not feel so.

She saw her own appearance in Yan Chaosheng's eyes.

The cloudy temples and flowery face, eyes like spring water.

The glazed lamp was bright and beautiful, and under the light, she was wearing only a pretty light and soft little dress, with bulging breasts and a slender waist.

Liu Shuang met his eyes and her cheeks unconsciously reddened: "Husband?"

Her toes curled up nervously, although they had not made love together many times, but every time it made her heart tremble and blush.

His ghost cultivator body is on the cold side, even though her body is naturally soft immortal grass, it is not quite bearable. But in the eyes of Liu Shuang, even if he is cold, but a thousand good, where she is happy.

Seeing that he did not object, she held back her shyness, emptying the place on the side of the body, hugging his neck: "Husband, you come up to rest."

He was injured, of course, she did not want to do anything with him, just want to nestle in his arms, whispering to him to say something personal.

He stared at her flower-like delicate face for a long time, his eyes sank, not moving to take her soft little hands off his body.

"No need, not resting here today."

Liu Shuang blinked suspiciously, the ghost crows cawed, proving that it was already after the third night, since he came out from the Hall of Emotionlessness, he would not go back.

It was so late, why did he come back since he wasn't holding her to sleep, and where was he going?

"Do you still have the Pearl of Brightness, lend it to me."

Hearing him say this, she immediately rolled out of bed and picked up the emerald pony that was stored aside. The pony is her birth anniversary two years ago Yan Chaosheng used magic power to give her pinch, she loved it so much.

Yan Chaosheng saw her heart happy, and poured some effort to turn it into a spiritual weapon that can store things.

"It's all there, Husband." Her slender white fingers tapped, and the emerald pony was filled with things he had given her over the years.

A dense pile was laid out, full of dazzling eyes.

She sat down cross-legged and took out the bright seal pearl to him, most of the things in the emerald pony, are given by Yan Chaosheng, but this bright seal pearl is different, is a gift from a deceased person, can stop the robbery lightning, the seven prana.

She looked at him curiously: "Husband, is someone going to cross the tribulation?"

Yan Chaosheng took the beads, which still carried her unique warmth, ironing next to his palm. He lowered his eyes, inadvertently saw her innocent and intimate gaze, faintly said: "No, you stay well here, do not wander, I will come to accompany you when I have time."

Lvsang nodded.

He paused: "MingXiZhu ...... will return it to you after using it."

Liu Shuang said: "No hindrance, there is still a period of time before my tribulation, no bright seal pearl, but I have husband, husband promised me that I will be accompanied by me during my tribulation. With you around, the heavenly thunder will not hurt me." Her point of heavenly calamity, for her is a disaster, for Yan Chaosheng, a wave of the hand can be dispersed.

Yan Chaosheng did not deny it.

"You be good, I'm leaving."

Although he knew that the words were superfluous to her, she was always very good. When he was around, she was good and clung to him, saying anything she wasn't ashamed of, and when she wasn't around, she rarely even went out when he wasn't back in the Ghostland, often tending to her flowers and plants in the courtyard, almost never coming out.

The hem of the Taotie embroidered with gold thread was blown by the wind, and a wave of reluctance rushed to her heart. She hadn't seen him for two months.

She went after him, barefoot, and hugged his waist.

Yan Chaosheng did not turn around: "What's wrong?"

She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on his cold side cheek and said in a soft voice: "Husband, I just want to tell you that I miss you so much."

His black eyelashes cast a shadow on his face, from the beginning to the end of the waist has not bent, faintly said: "Well, go back."

Yan Chaosheng walked out of her exquisitely decorated corridor, which was lightly swayed by glazed lamps.

These strange things, she asked him to collect from the eight wilderness. Yan Chaosheng touched the bright seal beads in his arms and frowned, even he himself did not know when he had given her so many things.

He touched up his cheek, where she had gently kissed, seemed to still have a different temperature from his cold skin.

Yan Chaosheng eyes without waves, out of the long corridor, wandering ghost crows scattered, respectfully give way to the monarch, he did not stay, a glance did not look back at her.