My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

"Seven hundred and ninety-four. In another month it will be seven hundred and ninety-five," the bodyguard replied.

"I still remember when I rescued you from the battlefield, you were covered in blood and grabbed my arm, begging me to protect your mother. I fulfilled your last request before you died. You said you would be grateful to me for generations. Do you think you have done it?" The Demon Lord's words evoked the bodyguard's memories.

In that war-torn, bloody and cruel era, without her, I would not be who I am today.

"I didn't--" the bodyguard began.

"No! You did it! With you by my side all these years, I haven't been lonely to the point of going crazy. I think everything I'm experiencing now is just right, including being betrayed, which was also within my expectations. I'm not sure that every step in my life is correct, but I'm sure that you will never betray me.

You disobeyed me time and time again, but I let you go. I think I have feelings for you. So you should think from my perspective, not your own. You think you are feeling sorry for me... but do you think I am worth feeling sorry for?"

Although the Demon Lord's words were gentle, the bodyguard heard the threat and temptation in them.

"Yes, I won't talk nonsense again." The bodyguard lowered his head.

"You can speak, and speak more. Even if I am angry, I will not blame you. Because you are my beloved." said the Demon Lord.

This love is so strong that it is suffocating. The bodyguard has been with her for hundreds of years and has witnessed all her emotions, but he is not sure if he can survive if he really touches her reverse scale.

The man lying on the hospital bed was not her Achilles' heel, but her thoughts were.

"Come to my room tonight," the Demon Lord ordered.

"But Madam, your body..." the bodyguard hesitated. This body was snatched by the Demon Lord a few days ago, and she has been appearing in the image of this little girl since then.

The Demon Lord sneered, walked to the sofa, sat down, and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she had turned into an adult woman sitting next to the little girl.

She has no real body, but people can see her. She doesn't even know what she is now, but it doesn't matter anymore. She no longer cares.

The Demon Lord walked up to the kneeling bodyguard, stepped on his knees, crushed them gently a few times, then grabbed his tie and pulled him upstairs.

The next morning, the Demon Lord suddenly opened his eyes.

Someone came, and it was the person she had been waiting for.

The Demon Lord slowly sat up, and the bodyguard beside him looked confused.

"What's wrong?" asked the bodyguard.

"Put on your clothes, Zhang Hao is here." The Demon Lord replied.

"Zhang Hao!? How did he find this place?" the bodyguard was surprised.

“Maybe he went to ask Fang… Those hypocritical guys didn’t dare to confront me head-on, nor did they bother to attack me, but their eyes were always on me.” The Demon Lord explained.

The bodyguard didn't dare to hesitate any longer. He quickly got dressed, got out of bed, and hurried downstairs.

When he went downstairs, he saw a man standing in the middle of the living room. The man was dressed in black, with his arms folded and his face stern, like a towering mountain.

The door was locked and protected by a barrier. It should be difficult for ordinary people or practitioners to break the barrier. If the barrier was broken, I should be able to sense it. But until now, I was still alive and had no idea.

"Mr. Zhang, you're here so early?" asked the bodyguard.

"Is it very early?" Zhang Hao looked down at his phone. The time was 8:07. "I waited outside the villa all night. I was very polite."

Last night, Zhang Hao went directly to the underworld to find Lord Yan. When Lord Yan learned that he was asking about the whereabouts of the Demon Lord, he did not show much surprise and even told the address without hesitation.

Before leaving, although Zhang Hao knew that he probably wouldn't get an answer, he still asked, "Why do you make it so complicated when you can solve it with just a flick of your fingers? Is your face really more important than the lives of the people in the world?"

"...I can't answer your question, but I believe you can find the answer." Yan Jun replied.

"Ha, what a bullshit answer." Zhang Hao cursed without any emotion, he just wanted to curse out sincerely.

The atmosphere was so tense that he felt he should curse, otherwise he would be letting himself and other innocent people down.

"Mr. Zhang, you can sit for a while. His wife will be downstairs soon." said the bodyguard.

"No need." Zhang Hao didn't want to communicate too much with the bodyguard. He said this sparingly and continued to stand there, as if he didn't want to have anything to do with anything here.

The bodyguard no longer insisted and quietly stepped aside.

After a while, the Demon Lord finally came downstairs. She was wearing a sexy bathrobe, her hair was still a little wet, and there was a false apology on her face.

"Sorry, sorry, I came down too late." said the Demon Lord.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not here to be a guest today, but to have a request." Zhang Hao replied.

"You say." said the Demon Lord.

When Zhang Hao met the Demon Lord, although there were undercurrents behind the scenes, he did a good job on the surface. At least he greeted each other properly, giving people a feeling that everything was calm on the surface but undercurrents were turbulent behind the scenes.

"Actually, I have always been curious about one thing. All my knowledge about you comes from what others say, but I have no way of verifying whether what they said is true or false. Can you let me see your memory and understand what you have experienced?" Zhang Hao asked.

"Why are you suddenly so curious about me? If you find out that I am innocent, will you protect me?" the Demon Lord asked with a smile.

Zhang Hao did not answer because he knew that once he opened his mouth, the answer would definitely be "no".

No matter what the Demon Lord has experienced or done, a person who has committed heinous crimes can never wash away his sins.

So what if it's pitiful?
There are so many pitiful people in this world. If everyone hurt others because of their own destiny, this world would have become another level of hell on earth long ago.

Seeing that Zhang Hao didn't answer, the Demon Lord seemed to have guessed the answer, but he didn't get angry. He continued to say with a smile: "Can I understand that what you are going to do now is to ask me for help?"

"Yes." Zhang Hao replied.

"Well... when asking others to do something for you, it's not too much to pay a small price, right? Don't you people believe in give and take?" said the Demon Lord.

"What do you want?" Zhang Hao asked.

"It's very simple. I just want to ask you for someone." The Demon Lord replied.

Asking him for someone? Zhang Hao fell into deep thought.

The only person left around him now is Hansan, but he doesn't think Hansan is of much use to the Demon Lord now.

As if guessing what he was thinking, the Demon Lord shook his finger and said, "It's not a dry umbrella."

If it wasn't a dry umbrella, who else could it be? This question just popped up in my mind, and the next moment, the answer popped up by itself.

"What you want is Hao Xie, right?"

There was a certainty in Zhang Hao's words. Although it was a question, he already had the answer in his heart.

"Yes, what do you think? Are you willing to make this deal with me? As long as you agree, I will let you see my dream. This is a privilege that no one has ever had. For Hao Xie, I am willing to let you take a peek."

The words of the Demon Lord made Zhang Hao frown. He pondered but still could not figure it out.

This person's thinking is really weird and can't be guessed by common sense. Did she say this to make me think that Hao Xie is very important to her?
What is her purpose?
Looking at Zhang Hao's distressed expression, the Demon Lord felt very proud.

"Why, you don't agree?"

"I agree. It's up to you." As soon as Zhang Hao agreed, the Demon Lord waved his hand and a strange white light suddenly appeared in front of him.

These spots of light slowly surrounded Zhang Hao, and he felt his body suddenly become light. Then his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

"Go, bring Hao Xie here."

"But he's far away from here...it takes at least three hours to drive."

As soon as the bodyguard finished speaking, he felt the cold gaze of the Demon Lord, and he quickly lowered his head: "Madam, wait a moment, I will use your method to bring the person here."

At the same time, Hao Xie in the inn seemed to be worried.

He was flipping through the account book in his hand, but his thoughts had already drifted away.

Zhang Hao had been gone for a long time, but he had not given him any news. He didn't know where Zhang Hao was, what he was doing, or what his current situation was.

Hao Xie could ignore many things, but the only thing he couldn't stand was Zhang Hao not contacting him.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew open the window. Hao Xie walked over and prepared to close it, but saw a skeleton hand reaching in from outside the door!
"what!"

Hao Xie was startled and quickly pulled his hand back and took a few steps back.

Although he is now able to face these supernatural things, the sudden occurrence of this situation still caught him off guard.

"who is it!"

The skull slowly revealed itself, and when he saw that moment, Hao Xie couldn't help but frown.

This picture is so disgusting.

The hand was not a skeleton, but rotten. The man's body and arm had not yet completely decayed. I don't know if it had been soaked in water or what, but the body was green and swollen, emitting a foul smell, a mixture of water and rot, which was nauseating.

The skeleton opened its mouth as if it wanted to say something, but its vocal cords had long since corroded and no sound came out.

"Are you here to place a commission?"

The skeleton shook his head and handed over a letter with his other hand.

The letter was spotless white, but it was stained by the greenish mucus on his other hand. Hao Xie didn't want to touch it, but in order to find out the man's identity and purpose, he could only take it despite his nausea.

When I opened it, there was only one sentence:

"Zhang Hao sold you to me. From now on, you are mine."

The letter was unsigned and the paper was pure white.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably not understand who wrote this.

But Hao Xie immediately understood that, except for the Demon Lord, no one would speak in this tone, and no one knew that Zhang Hao had "sold" himself.

What do you mean?
What does "sold" mean?
Hao Xie couldn't believe that Zhang Hao would sell him to the Demon Lord. But after thinking about it carefully, with Zhang Hao's current style of doing things, it was not impossible...

When I looked up, I saw that the skeleton had not left yet and was still clinging to the windowsill, with the mucus on its body flowing onto the windowsill.

Hao Xie's stomach churned after reading this, and with this letter, he felt even worse.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

The skeleton pointed in the direction behind him with his bony fingers, and then continued to stare at Hao Xie.

"You want me to go with you?"

The skeleton nodded.

Hao Xie tore up the letter without hesitation and threw it into the trash can next to him.

"roll."

But this skeleton was stubborn and kept lying on the windowsill and refused to leave until the task was completed.

No matter what Hao Xie did, he kept staring at him. He neither took Hao Xie away by force nor let him leave his sight.

This feeling of being stared at all the time made Hao Xie particularly uncomfortable.

Hao Xie had no choice, and his tone became somewhat helpless.

"Let Zhang Hao come and talk to me in person. If he says he doesn't want me, then I will never manage the inn for him again. I can go wherever I want. Do you understand? Get out of here!"

His patience was almost exhausted, but at least the skeleton could get away with it by saying something other than "get lost". The skeleton tilted its already unrecognizable head, nodded, and left silently.

Although the man had left, the disgusting thing left on the windowsill still emitted a pungent smell, as if Hao Xie's heart had been corroded by this thing, and even he himself seemed to be affected.

"Fang, do you think we will be together forever?" the girl asked softly.

"Of course, we will be together forever," the boy replied.

"But I always feel... a sense of uneasiness in my heart, as if you will leave me one day."

"Don't think too much. Isn't it better to cherish the present?"

On the river bank, a man and a woman leaned against each other tightly, the breeze was blowing gently, the sun was shining warmly, and their hearts were closely connected at this moment.

However, as a bystander, Zhang Hao saw more.

When the girl asked, a hint of worry flashed between her brows.

When the boy answered, he did not give a firm promise, and his eyes seemed to hide other emotions.

This is the memory of the Demon Lord. Zhang Hao thought that he would see everything about King Yan from the perspective of the Demon Lord, but he did not expect it to be unfolded from a third-person perspective.

Who is watching all this?
Could it be that what she saw was just a false memory fabricated by the Demon Lord? She had never intended to be honest from the beginning?
Zhang Hao tried to pull himself out of the dream, but saw a shocking scene again.

The Lord of Hell, who is still a human girl, actually has an eye between her eyebrows!
That was definitely not a human feature. The eye was long and narrow, perfectly positioned between her brow and forehead, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

But Zhang Hao was sure that he was not mistaken!
He suddenly realized that everything he saw might be what the third eye on the Demon Lord's forehead saw.

Thinking of this, Zhang Hao's body trembled violently, then he opened his eyes and found himself lying on the sofa in the living room of the Demon Lord's villa.

"Did you see what you wanted to see?" asked the Demon Lord.

"Your Fang was not someone who would fall in love easily from the beginning, and you are not an innocent girl... You are not simple."

"Just because I'm not a normal person, does that mean I'm no longer innocent after being killed?" Zhang Hao asked back.

This was the first time in a long time that Zhang Hao saw the Demon Lord show any emotion other than contempt and ridicule.

It was sadness, pain, unbearable, and a tiny bit of regret. (End of this chapter)