Chapter 349

Chapter 349: The Demon God’s Odd Behavior

Ten seconds later…

"What did you do to me?!" The Demon God suddenly leapt back as if scalded, retreating dozens of yards.

"What do you mean? You approached me first!" You You retorted.

Shock, regret, and disbelief flickered across his face. "Did you cast some vile curse to control my actions?"

"Aren’t you the Demon God?" You You shot back. "Shouldn’t you know better than anyone if I did?"

"You…" His pale complexion turned tomato-red. After several strained breaths, he snapped his sleeve dismissively. "Don’t flatter yourself! Your charms won’t work on me!"

"Oh." You You tilted her head, eyeing his crimson face. "Then why are you huddling by the wall? I can barely hear you from three hundred meters!"

The Demon God stiffened. His glare intensified as his flush deepened. After prolonged hesitation, he snarled and hurled a spell.

Red light erupted beneath her feet. The protective talisman materialized instantly, plunging You You into darkness. An unnatural chill gripped her, forcing shivers down her spine.

The Demon God’s figure reappeared paces away. Dark energy surged from his palm, erecting a sealing formation between them. "Stay here," he growled before vanishing.

Imprisoned?

You You surveyed her cell – three stone walls, the fourth blocked by shimmering barriers. Squelching black mud clung to her shoes, its writhing tendrils staining the hem of her robe. She wrinkled her nose. First dungeon experience: thoroughly unpleasant.

Why lock her up instead of exacting revenge? To prolong her suffering? Or some hidden scheme? Before she could ponder, thunderous footsteps announced the Demon God’s return.

He tore down the seal, hauled her outside with bone-crushing grip, and teleported them before ornate double doors. A kick sent the entrance flying. When he shoved her inside, dark energy cushioned her stumble.

"Try escaping this," he hissed before slamming the door.

You You: "…"

The lavish chamber’s gilded furnishings confirmed her suspicion. All tension dissolved as a smile bloomed.

Still Feng Rong, after all.

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The Demon God paced his sanctum. He’d captured the thief to reclaim his stolen power and settle old debts. Yet his traitorous body kept sabotaging him!

This must be Feng Rong’s lingering influence. Though the incarnation’s memories shouldn’t affect his true consciousness, proximity to the mortal made him commit idiotic acts. Worse, he’d caught himself… enjoying it?

Impossible! Countless self-examinations revealed no corruption. That cunning mortal must be using undetectable seduction arts, likely aided by Yuan Qi! Keeping her alive to unravel this scheme was logical.

As for moving her from dungeon to his private chambers? Obviously! Mortals couldn’t withstand prolonged dungeon miasma. Protecting his investment, nothing more.

Everything proved he remained unaffected. He was still the absolute Demon God.

Until…

"Feng Rong? Any water here?"

He startled, then glared at the jade pendant glowing on his belt – Feng Rong’s forgotten communication tool.

"Those dungeon cells left black mud on my shoes. Your fancy room lacks cleaning formations. Mind fetching water?"

"Wait." He summoned a basin, drew well water, then hesitated. Two drops of purifying liquid plinked into the vessel. Only when reaching his courtyard did realization strike…

Wait!

What’s he doing? Why is he fetching water for that thief?

She’s the one he caught!

(“д“)

“That fast?” He was about to toss the basin aside when You You had already walked over and taken the basin from him.

Demon God: “……”

He wanted to swear but didn’t know who to vent it on.

He turned to stare at You You, now seated and wiping her shoes, then at the basin in front of her. An inexplicable frustration boiled up. His Demonic Energy surged uncontrollably—utterly humiliating!

The more he watched her relaxed manner, the angrier he grew. Unable to hold back, he grabbed her arm and snarled, “Aren’t you scared I’ll kill—”

*Smack!*

Before he finished, You You slapped his hand away, scowling. “Not done yet! One more to go!”

The Demon God froze, staring at his slapped hand, then at her as she bent over the other shoe. Rage flared, but he clenched his teeth and held it in.

After a pause…

“Done yet?”

“Just a bit more, hold on!”

“…Now?”

“Stop rushing! The rag’s still dirty!”

“Hurry up!”

“Fine, fine, quit nagging!”

“……”

Another wait. You You dumped the dirty water, rinsed the rag, hung it on a nearby rock, then turned back to the Demon God. She grinned up at him. “Thanks for the water.”

“……”

*Thud!*

His heart lurched suddenly. The murderous rage vanished, replaced by a strange, syrupy warmth spreading through his chest, swelling into wild delight.

His lips twitched upward, face flushing. He jerked his head away and muttered, “The dungeon’s black mud carries the Ancient Times demon tribes’ dark energy. If I wasn’t worried you’d die too fast, I wouldn’t care.”

Hmph! That infuriating thief—still trying to bewitch him!