Chapter 1548: I’m Pregnant

Late at night.

Zhi’er leaned against the mountain wall, draped in the outer robe Feng Fuce insisted on covering her with, half-asleep.

But after a short while, she was awakened by the aura of the Demon Fetus in her stomach.

She furrowed her brows slightly and groaned awake.

Feng Fuce glanced at her.

"Another nightmare?"

Zhi’er rubbed her eyes and simply sat up: "No... I’m awake now, you can take the coat back."

She needed to find an opportunity to consume the Mutual Grass.

Feng Fuce put down the wooden stick: "You woke up just in time. We’re out of wood, I’ll go look for some more outside."

Zhi’er glanced worriedly at the pitch-black cave entrance.

"But it’s raining outside, can you find any?"

"We’ll know once I look." Feng Fuce said no more and turned to leave.

Once Zhi’er was sure she heard his footsteps fading away, she hurriedly opened the Qiankun Bag and took out a handful of Mutual Grass.

She couldn’t wait to roll it up with her hands and put it into her mouth.

After eating for a while, she wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

But.

At that very moment, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a tall, silent figure at the entrance of the cave.

Zhi’er turned to look and was momentarily stunned.

It was unclear how long Feng Fuce had been standing there.

Or perhaps he never left at all.

His gaze at Zhi’er was extremely complex and deep.

Zhi’er quickly wiped her lips: "Let me explain..."

Feng Fuce was already walking toward her: "Mutual Grass provides mana for Demons; it is useless for an immortal. Why do you need to consume it daily?"

Zhi’er’s eyes were filled with panic, momentarily unable to think of a good excuse.

"I..."

Feng Fuce suddenly grabbed her shoulders.

His tone was no longer cold but filled with trembling: "Zhi’er, are you trying to turn yourself into a Demon body?"

"Do you even know how dangerous what you’re doing is?!"

It was at this moment.

He could no longer control his emotions.

Zhi’er was in pain from his grip.

She shook her head: "I’m not."

Feng Fuce gritted his teeth: "You’re born with an Immortal Root. Consuming too much Mutual Grass will only harm your body! Whatever your reasons, spit it out immediately, and never eat it again."

As he spoke, he pinched her cheeks, trying to force her to spit it out.

Zhi’er struggled urgently: "Feng Fuce, don’t!"

He realized she was extremely uncooperative and unwilling to spit it out, even hiding the Qiankun Bag behind her.

Feng Fuce didn’t want to use too much force to hurt her.

His icy brow and thin eyes brewed a storm.

"If you’re unwilling, fine, I’ll have Zhu Yan burn the Mutual Grass now, cutting off your thoughts at the root."

"I’d rather you’re heartless than watch you die."

Feng Fuce turned and walked out, shouting, "Zhu Yan!"

"At your service," Zhu Yan responded, appearing from the fog at the entrance with a large troop of Demon Soldiers.

Feng Fuce gritted his teeth: "Burn all the Mutual Grass."

Zhu Yan was stunned for a moment.

Zhi’er ran over, grabbing his sleeve from behind: "Don’t! Zhu Yan, don’t listen to him!"

Feng Fuce looked at Zhu Yan: "Didn’t you hear my command? Burn it!"

Zhu Yan knew how precious the Mutual Grass was to the Demon Clan, but with the Demon Lord’s order, he had to comply.

"Yes..."

Just before Zhu Yan could take action.

Zhi’er collapsed, crying and clutching Feng Fuce’s sleeve.

"Don’t burn it! I’m pregnant! Only the Mutual Grass can nourish the Demon Fetus. If you burn it, the child will have nothing to eat!"

As soon as she said it.

The whole room fell silent.

Except for Zhi’er’s sobs; she really had no other choice.

Zhu Yan and the Demon Soldiers widened their eyes.

And Feng Fuce seemed to freeze, staring forward without moving.

After a long while, he recovered, slowly turning his head, the storm in his cold eyes faded, replaced by surprise and fervor.

"What did you say?"