Chapter 37

At this moment, someone opened the hard shell and wanted to hug him, so that his weak and pitiful appearance was exposed to the gentle eyes of the girl.　　

Ye Peitian felt ashamed and embarrassed, but seemed to have a longing in his heart. He closed his eyes and allowed the girl to take him all the way upstairs and put him on a bed made of sand and stone.　　

Her footsteps left, and soon she ran back again. She had found the soft bedding from somewhere and surrounded his cold body with those warm things.　　

Ye Peitian couldn’t remember having such things in his castle.　　

His face turned to the wall, and vaguely saw a figure sitting down on the chair in front of the bed.　　

The girl found the stored water and some sackcloth, and began to treat the wounds on his body.

“Is there medicine?” the voice asked.

What medicine did a demon need? There was no medicine there.

After a soft sigh, the soft and warm palm touched the cold skin of his forehead.　　

For the greed for this feeling, he stayed in the human world.　

Ye Peitian closed his eyes, and his mind was interlaced in chaos.　　

His friend, the owner of the shop, the children who received his favor, the gray-haired old woman… Those smiling, grateful faces, became disgusted and fearful once they knew his identity.

“The murderous demon.”

“Don’t approach him.”

“Human demon, why did you come to our Spring City!”

The saints’ faces were grim, with greedy lights shining in their eyes, but with deep fear of him.　　

He loathed that look, and in order to make that look disappear, he had transformed himself into a demon.　　

Staying alone in this deadly and silent cage was the punishment this demon deserved. He should not foolishly get close to the world where humans were.　

Ye Peitian turned his face to the wall, “Leave it. This is not where you should be.”　

The girl just hummed softly.　　

“Leave, I don’t need anything. Let me be alone…” Ye Peitian said these words, and coughed out thick blood. His body hurts, and his heart seems to hurt. There was no place in his body that didn’t hurt.　　

He closed his eyes and fell into a real coma.

…　　

When he woke up from the lethargy, the sky was already bright.　　

Bright sunlight entered the bedroom through the huge windows. Every room in this castle had wide windows.

There was a chair in front of his bed, and there was no one there.　

The human left when he asked her to leave.　

Ye Peitian rolled down from the bed. With the support of the wall, he barely propped up his weak body, and slowly walked downstairs.

There was some movement in the living room.

Inexplicably anxiousness filled his heart. He wanted to walk faster, but his legs, which had lost too much blood, were so weak that he almost fell off the stairs.　

This was an open kitchen,　

Chu Qianxun stood in front of the neat cabinets, behind which was a wide dining room.　

There were all kinds of equipment in the kitchen. The pots and pans were neatly arranged. There was even a rare jar of liquefied gas under the stove.

The various devices that were too spotless and even new, highlight the fate of them never being used. This was like the sample rooms sold in the golden age. Everything was organized in order to let the space display the atmosphere of life.　

Chu Qianxun’s cooking skills were terrible. She could usually cook only porridge in boiling water. Under the circumstances of convenience and speed, she could maximize the nutrition of the food.　　

In this era of unpredictable and materially deficient life, most people were similar to her. A few people could be extravagant about cooking skills.