Chapter Twelve: Going to See the Little Goblin

  The next day, Zǐ Líng woke up and opened her eyes to see that the little beast's eyes were filled with two tears, its small wolf face looking as if it had been wronged in some way, like a flower that had been ravished at night.

  "Waaaahhh... Master, your kicking in the middle of the night has kicked Silver to the corner of the wall. Master, are you trying to kick the potatoes into the gap in the wall so they can't be dug out? Master, you sleep so violently! Master, Silver will never sleep with you again..."

  A certain little beast pointed at the wall corner where it had slept for a night, and a clear broth-like cat urine gushed out, just flowing out of its eyes and then disappearing into its snow-white fur. The "meow" cry immediately turned into a "waaah~" sobbing sound...

  Zi Ling gazed at the potato with an unusually wronged expression, her childish eyebrows slightly furrowed. Although she slept a bit violently, it wasn't that violent, and it was impossible for her to kick the potato all the way to the corner of the wall.

  Last night, she didn't know if it was her illusion or not, but when she was in a deep sleep, she seemed to feel a strange and eerie feeling. When she tried to struggle awake, it was as if someone had pressed her acupoints, causing her to fall asleep even more soundly.

  The purple spirit is clear and shallow, who came to her room last night?

  "Potato, did you have any strange feelings yesterday?" Slurp, a little girl swallowed her saliva.

  A certain small beast with a pitiful expression, wiping away tears with its paws, lifted up its small furry face, thought for a moment, shook its head, and said it didn't have any strange feelings last night, and just woke up sleeping in the corner.

  Tudou was sharp at night and would notice even the slightest movement. Even Tudou said there was nothing, could it really be just her imagination?

  After washing up, a little girl hugged a potato to eat breakfast. She liked eating cooked food, while the potato liked eating raw food.

  One person and one beast were peeling food on the red wooden table, a little girl gnawed the last chicken leg, and the beast also gnawed the bloody duck leg clean. After licking its mouth, it became a lovely and cute little wolf again.

  You Yu brought good news with a spring breeze on her face, saying that the Little Demon King had summoned her.

  Zi Ling smiled sweetly and followed Uncle Yu's domain happily, while Tudou glanced at his master, seeing a smile on her face but no hint of joy in her eyes. He knew that the little demon lord mentioned by his master was not an easy person to deal with.

  A certain little beast is lying obediently in Ziling's palm, although it is a beast, but after a while, it will also cooperate with the play.

  "Your Highness, Miss Ziling has arrived." Yu Yu bowed respectfully and then retreated.

  Is the little demon king a mollusk in his past life? Why does she look like a boneless mollusk every time she sees him?

  Zi Ling's eyes swept around the room, and she couldn't help but marvel at how luxurious the lives of the nobility were. Every decoration in this room was exquisite and precious, if placed in modern times, it could be a museum for ancient artifacts.

  Even if it were placed in modern times, the beast-shaped cloisonné enamel incense burner would be worth a lot of money.

  Wei Chi Yun slowly got up from his lazy body and saw the sly expression of Zi Ling's small eyes.

  "Ling'er, come here." He stretched out his slender and elegant fingers, which were even more beautiful than jade, and crooked them in a beckoning gesture that was extremely captivating. Just that one finger seemed to be able to entice people's hearts and souls, making you unknowingly fall under his spell.

  "Daddy, Ling'er misses you so much." Zi Ling ran towards Wei Chi Yun Luo with her little short legs, her small face vividly showing a child's longing for "Daddy", and in those clear eyes seemed to be flickering suspicious mist.

  The demon-like young man's cherry blossom-pink lips curled up into an extremely beautiful arc, his slender fingers were just about to pull the little girl into his arms when he saw that she was holding a small white ball-like beast in her arms, and a strange glint flashed across his phoenix eyes.

  "Ling Er, put it down, I don't like small animals."

  Zi Ling glanced at the little demon's outstretched hand, a flicker of doubt crossing her mind. She bent down and placed the potato with a wronged expression on the ground.

  As soon as she stood up, the little demon pulled her over and wiped her small hands with a piece of fine white cloth, carefully wiping every inch of her hands.

  "Dad, Ling'er's little hand has just been washed, it's very clean." She said innocently, but was surprised in her heart. The little demon didn't like others getting close to her, so why would she help with such intimate gestures as wiping her hands?

  Wei Chi Yin Luo seemed to have not heard her words, his phoenix eyes half-lowered, the dense and thick eyelashes casting a faint dark shadow under his eyes, handsome beyond words, eerie beyond words, also cunning beyond words.

  Not getting a response, Ziling pursed her lips and quietly watched the beautiful young man in front of her who was helping her wipe her small hands. She couldn't help but admit that this little demon was the most handsome and mysterious man she had ever seen, and also the most unpredictable man she had ever met. The reason why she used the word "man" to describe him was because he had already surpassed many mature men in all aspects.

  At the age of sixteen, he was already so refined. As time passed and his youthful innocence faded, what kind of extraordinary prodigy would he become?

  "Does this palace look good?" He suddenly flapped those beautiful feathers, and the black eyeballs stuck to two-thirds of the white eyes, looking so charming as if they could absorb people's souls.

  At the moment Ziling raised his head, he was startled for a second. His sudden movement paired with those strange black eyes seemed to see right through her, truly an unusual young man, whose actions and movements always left people at a loss.

  Zi Ling's lips curled up into a genuine smile: "Háo kuǎ." (Good-looking) She lavished praise on his face, her eyes staring straight at him like a young deer, and a string of saliva flowed from the gap between her teeth.

  Wei Chi Yinluo's lips curled up in a sly smile, as if the master craftsman had carefully carved out her mouth with his index finger, which was now wiping away the saliva at the corner of her mouth, revealing a small crystal-clear droplet on the joint of his finger.

  Zi Ling's sweet smile froze on her face. Isn't Xiao Yaojing supposed to have a cleanliness habit? How could he touch her saliva?

  He slowly and elegantly wiped the saliva from his fingers, as if seeing the doubts in her heart. His thin lips opened slightly: "This palace is your father's, of course I will treat you well."

  Zi Ling was stunned for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, her mind cleared up again. She had not misheard earlier, the little demon had called her "Dad", she thought it would take some time to get his recognition, but unexpectedly, she got it today, this way, her days in the palace will be better.

  "Dad, be good to Ling'er." Slurp, this leaky mouth! Always needs a sip of water!

  Wei Chi Yin Luo did not speak, a fleeting soft glow flashed in her strange and unusual eyes, her slender hand moved to the tie of her pale pink skirt, her fingertips wrapped around it, and the tie came undone.

  Zi Ling stood still, her clear glass-like eyes blinking twice, seemingly not quite understanding why this "dad" wanted to take off his clothes. She was very obedient and compliant, as if everything "dad" did was right.

  Wei Chi Yin Luo was very pleased with Zi Ling's obedience, and after removing the cloak from her body, his fingers moved to her delicate chin, his middle finger lifted, and his slender fingers were like jade flowers, his enchanting eyes overflowed with a bewitching glow, smiling and praising: "Ling Er is really a good child."

  Zi Ling's small face turned slightly red, and she smiled sweetly. "I'm counting on you to take care of me, can't you be obedient?"