A handful of the Demon Child's harem army struggled to come to terms with some of Huan Yi's ferocious and rapacious habits. Xiao Qing was one of them, silently wondering how one that looked so warm, tender, and mesmerizing was capable of such unhinged acts of malice.
A part of Xiao Qing hoped that over time, the Demon Child would soften, becoming the angel of salvation she saw in his eyes.
Huan Yi didn't care. Why would the public's opinion matter to one that had lived longer than the sun and moon? So long as things followed the plotline he envisioned, right or wrong, good or evil, it was all fine. But at the same time, the unknown and unpredictability in the future brought a boatload of charm, bringing unexpected moments of thrill and excitement.
The Demon Child raised his hands, causing three colorful bones to appear, floating in his palm.
