Chapter 1547: Forgive Her, Go Along With Her, Don’t Say No to Her

Bai Zhi’er looked at him, angrily pushed twice: "Don’t talk nonsense!"

Feng Fuce’s body remained unmoved, trapping her within the crook of his arm.

"Then tell me, exactly what do you want it for? As long as you say it, I’ll send someone to help you retrieve the Qiankun Bag."

Bai Zhi’er bit her lip hard, her eyes reddened.

Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Are you going to cry?"

She choked up, saying: "Can you believe in me one last time? I have to get the Mutual Grass."

Feng Fuce’s gaze was cold, silent for a moment.

He of course knew, Bai Zhi’er overly valued this Mutual Grass.

Even at the risk of it, she personally ventured into the Demon World to pick it, otherwise she wouldn’t have fallen into his trap.

He imagined countless possibilities.

But still didn’t know what she wanted to do with it.

Even more absurd, Feng Fuce discovered that even if his worst guess was true, that she took so much Mutual Grass to breed a cohort of Demon Soldiers against him, he actually wouldn’t foster further resentment.

He had tried countless times to ignore the voice in his heart, but he found it so difficult.

He clearly should hate Bai Zhi’er, hate her enough to drink blood and eat flesh.

But why, his heart tells him—

Forgive her, follow her, don’t say no to her.

Bai Zhi’er was unable to explain, already in tears.

Ever since arriving in the Demon World, her complexion got increasingly better, yet for some reason, she had grown a bit thinner.

Now on that small melon seed-shaped face, her large dark eyes shed tears like broken beads.

She has known Feng Fuce since childhood, he had never seen her cry so helplessly.

Feng Fuce released her.

Bai Zhi’er stumbled her way out, the chain at her ankle making a crisp sound.

She probably wanted to rely on her own strength, to retrieve the Qiankun Bag.

"Just three or four days, you can’t wait, you must get the Mutual Grass?" Feng Fuce asked.

Bai Zhi’er didn’t turn back, only somewhat desperate, even choking: "Yes. Not even one day less."

After a brief silence.

At the very moment Bai Zhi’er stepped one foot out of the cave—

"Don’t go." Feng Fuce spoke heavily, he opened his palm, the Qiankun Bag swung down.

Bai Zhi’er glanced back, tear-filled eyes showing delight.

She hurriedly ran back.

"It’s not lost! That’s great!" Bai Zhi’er hugged the Qiankun Bag.

She didn’t even blame him for lying.

She was so happy, she felt a sense of retrieval joy.

Feng Fuce’s heart sank even further.

He just ruled out one possibility.

Bai Zhi’er wouldn’t use Mutual Grass to breed Demon Soldiers.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be unable to wait even three or four days.

And she said not even one day less, could it be...

Feng Fuce suddenly raised his gaze, watching Bai Zhi’er sit down by the fire.

His heart flickered like the blaze in front of him.

He suddenly had an absolute suspicion.

Could it be Bai Zhi’er herself wants to consume it?

At this moment, not far outside the cave in a forest.

"Achoo—" After Zhu Yan sneezed, the rest of the Demon Soldiers also started sneezing one after another.

"Lord Zhu Yan, how long do we have to hide?"

"Hide until Lord Demon is ready to leave, alright stop talking nonsense, quietly place the wood you just picked near the cave, don’t let that Heavenly Dao see!"

"Yes."

Zhu Yan rubbed his hands, feeling bitter inside.

Lu Wang was right, Lord Demon still cares about that woman.

Then why can’t they be together?

Even they have to suffer along with all this!