Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

“It doesn’t taste half bad,” commented Liu Rushuang, as she chewed.

These were the demon pills that her master had so painstakingly collected for her. She had to eat them all.

If she manages to go back to the celestial realm one day, she must really show her gratitude to her master, who never smiled in a million years.

“Go on, eat it. Why are you just looking at me?” Liu Rushuang raised her brows, and her eyes looked bursting with life.

“Shuang’er, what will eating this do?” Han Moze slightly furrowed his narrow, long, sword-like eyebrows. His sharp eyes that resembled knives squinted a little, as a conflicted and confused look emerged.

He remembered that the blonde man absorbed a lot of inner breath from the demons’ bodies. Then, he gathered the breath in his palms to create the ball in his very hands.

The ball was covered in spider webs of dark blue thread with some uneven, light blue areas. It constantly glowed a dreamy blue color. It looked incredibly beautiful.

‘I wonder… what would happen if I ate it?’

Liu Rushuang held the demon pill in her hands and took a hard bite. She chewed it gladly, then glanced over at Han Moze’s handsome, thinking face. Her eyes sparkled for a second, then she flashed a charming smile. “This… has many uses. But most importantly, if you eat it, it can increase a person’s cultivation training by at least ten years.”

Han Moze’s eyes became distant as his spirits soared. He did not expect the demon pill to be that effective.

“Shuang’er, you worked very hard for this—you should have it. I don’t want it, and I told you before I’m not interested in cultivation training.” Nangong Ba refused with an impassive expression while holding up the pink demon pill at the center of his bony palm.

In this life, his only concern aside from his missing parents was the ravishing beauty before him—even if she did not belong to him.

But that was fine. He was not the obsessively pestering-type. He would not yearn for what he could not get, and would treasure what he could.

It was enough as long as the lady before him was happy.

On the other hand, Liu Rushang had always been understanding and empathic, able to understand the thoughts of others… how could she not understand what Nangong Ba was thinking?

Even so…

In this lifetime, she was destined to disappoint Nangong Ba—the stylish, gentlemanly and prodigious hunk of unparalleled good looks before her!

She remembered him as a passionate, cheerful, and energetic youth from the celestial realm hundreds of years ago. He was the center of attention wherever he went, and the attention he received for his good looks far eclipsed his halo as the top prodigy of the celestial realm.

There was a troubled, uncertain gaze in Liu Rushuang’s gaze as she remembered the past. Even if she could not be blamed for all that, it does concern her.

If not for her, neither Nangong Ba nor Han Moze would be knocked off the Death Altar by the Demon Master.

They would not have suffered like her either.

“Shuang’er?” Nangong Ba could not help calling out to Liu Rushuang as she had not accepted the demon pill for a long time.

A pale, enchanting smile showed on Nangong Ba’s face when he saw Liu Rushuang come to her senses, delight slightly showing in his voice, “Eat it, Shuang’er. I don’t need it.”

On the other hand, Han Moze could not help getting angry—Nangong Ba persistently fawned on Shuang’er, and would even go so far as to give up on something as valuable as that demon pill.

He soon became slightly uneasy upon seeing Rushuang’s emotional look as well, and almost crushed the demon pill he was holding.

Reaching out to grab Liu Rushuang by the wrist, he tried his best to speak calmly, “Shuang’er, let us leave since Nangong Ba has woken up.”