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Because of his injuries, this soft bed allowed Feng Ling Jue to lie down. When Shen Qingchen slept on that hard bed, both of their positions immediately changed. Although Feng Ling Jue was apologetic about this matter, he would rather have Shen Qingchen kick him out of the bed.

It was already late at night and Shen Qingchen had already been reading under the lamp for a long time. Feng Lingjue was lying on the bed, holding his chin and staring at him, and for a moment, Feng Ling Jue felt that his legs were a little sore.

"Aren't you tired?"

Feng Ling Jue yawned and lazily asked.

"Be quiet."

Shen Qingchen said coldly without raising his eyebrows.

"Think about the feelings of the injured. I'm very bored right now, can't you talk to me?"

Feng Ling Jue curled his lips, and raised his hands in front of his chest.

Lying in bed every day, he would grow hair on his head.

"You deserve it."

Shen Qingchen said indifferently.

Feng Lingjue felt as though he had been struck by an arrow. Ah, this is bad. Now, even Shen Qingchen's deceitfulness would mock him. His position was in danger!

Ahh, how boring …" "So bored.

Seeing Shen Qingchen ignoring him, Feng Lingjue simply started to act shamelessly.

Shen Qingchen was currently reading a book, and was completely annoyed by Feng Ling Jue. With a wave of his sleeve, a book smashed straight into Feng Ling Jue's face; it was fair and square, and it made Feng Ling Jue feel that Shen Qingchen had done this on purpose.

"Reading."

Shen Qingchen said coldly.

There was still a red mark on his face, and as he flipped through the books in his hands, he could see that there were long, smelly, and long essays written on them. He only took a cursory glance at them, and felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and that sleepiness was assaulting him from all directions.

Feng Ling Jue put down the book and glanced at Shen Qingchen once more. He sat upright with the book in his hands, without the slightest bit of sleepiness. Feng Ling Jue could not help but click his tongue in amazement, and a hint of admiration for Shen Qingchen arose within the depths of his heart.

"Can I try another one?"

Between boredom and reading, Feng Ling Jue compromised. However, he still picked up the book, waved it towards Shen Qingchen, and asked weakly.

"Why?"

At this time, Shen Qingchen put down the book, raised his head and looked at Feng Lingjue.

"At least give me another interesting book."

Feng Ling Jue shouted loudly in protest.

Shen Qingchen paused for a moment, shot Feng Ling Jue a glance, quickly retracted his gaze, and said indifferently. "No such books."

Feng Lingju was stunned. When he recovered, he suddenly laughed out loud. His stomach was already hurting from the pain. "What kind of book do you think I want to read?"

"Erotic Picture?"

"…"

Shen Qingchen lowered his head and read the book, gritting his teeth.

"Ai ai ai ai, the good baby is bad at studying, his mind is full of Erotic Picture s."

Feng Lingju laughed in schadenfreude, to the point of making Shen Qingchen feel ashamed. His white and handsome face was actually a little red.

"Are you blushing?"

Feng Ling Jue stretched out his body to take a look, and revealed a grin.

"Shut up."

Shen Qingchen lowered his head and coldly shouted.

"Good, good, good."

Seeing Shen Qingchen's interesting side, Feng Lingju also did not feel bored anymore. Instead, his mood became extremely good.

The two remained silent for a long time. Only the sound of flipping pages could be heard in the air.

After an unknown period of time, the flame in the candle flickered and the sound of pages flipping disappeared. Feng Lingju looked in Shen Qingchen's direction and saw that Shen Qingchen was lying on the bed, deep in sleep, his hands tightly clutching a book.

Feng Ling Jue was helpless, he gently lifted up his blanket and got off the bed. His legs still hurt a little, he clenched his teeth, pulled a coat from the bedside and lightly walked towards Shen Qingchen.

Shen Qingchen fell asleep on the bed without any precautions. Feng Lingju draped the outer garment over his body, then sat down, and observed Shen Qingchen while holding his chin.

He had a straight nose, long eyelashes, pretty eyebrows, and thin, blood-red lips. He was as beautiful as a Deity descending from the heavens.

This person's appearance truly made people jealous. Feng Lingju couldn't help but laugh, and when he reacted, he immediately covered his mouth. If Shen Qingchen suddenly woke up, he would be dead for sure.

Seeing that Shen Qingchen had not woken up, Feng Lingju slowly lowered his hand and let out a sigh of relief as he patted his chest.

Shen Qingchen rarely slept so deeply, perhaps she was tired just because of his matter in the daytime?

Feng Ling Jue moved forward, and lightly kissed Shen Qingchen on the forehead. With a smile, he softly said, "I'm sorry."

Thirty thousand years later …

On the Mount Kunlun, Shen Qingchen who was dressed in black suddenly felt a little headache. He lowered his head and rubbed his forehead, and looked at the file in front of him.

The mountain was pitch black. Suddenly, a crowd of people gathered around it. A few beams of light appeared. Upon closer inspection, there were a dozen men and women walking around with lanterns in their hands.

"The miasma here is really thick."

A woman waved her hand in front of her as she knitted her eyebrows and said.

"Nonsense, this is the boundary of Devil Domain, how can the miasma not be thick?"

A man dressed in blue bluntly poured a bucket of cold water over her head.

"I don't need you to tell me."

The woman curled her lips and raised her hands.

"Alright, Rong Ling, Wen Yu, stop arguing, we are here on official business, if Demon Flower Holy Monarch reappears in this world, if he were to continue killing, then our Six Realms will be destroyed sooner or later."

Just then, a man in white stood up. He had delicate facial features and his build was tall and straight, looking very familiar. When he said the four words Demon Flower Holy Monarch, he could not help but gnash his teeth, and a set of killing intent s slowly rose up in his eyes.

Hearing that, the woman who was addressed as Rong Ling coldly snorted, "If my second brother came here, this whatever Demon Flower Holy Monarch would have already died countless times over."

"Come on, don't forget, Sect Leader Shen did not get any benefits from that Demon, let alone your second brother."

Wen Yu snickered.

"You!"

"Back then, my father had participated in that Great War of the Jade Pool once. It is said that at that time, the Demon Monarch of the Sacred Flower was completely scared out of his wits, and if not for him leaving the Demon Monarch in time and saving him, this Great Devil would not even be able to act so arrogantly now. In my opinion, this Demon Flower Holy Monarch is nothing special."

Rong Ling's words made sense, and everyone present looked at each other in dismay. The reason why they came here was largely because of what Rong Ling had said, which was why they believed that the Devil Monarch of Demonic Cult was nothing more than a paper tiger.

The man in white sighed and said faintly, "Let's go. The lantern is extinguished and its aura is hidden. We can't let it be discovered."

— — The content is from [Mick Read]