Xia Lun felt that his wife had become a little unfamiliar.
Of course, he didn't dislike it.
But if it were in the past, Aina wouldn't have done such a thing.
“Huh? You want me to be proactive? Are you out of your mind?”
“A mere human, you should be grateful to have the qualifications to serve me.”
“Don’t be too presumptuous! I… yes, I’m only with you to maintain peace between the Human and Demon Races…”
In the past, Aina, even after marriage, would still blush and say such things.
So cute.
Xia Lun, of course, knew that Aina was saying one thing but meaning another, so every time he heard her say these things, he would narrow his eyes contentedly and smile faintly.
“You… what are you smiling at? Is being humiliated by me something to be happy about? I really don’t understand you… disgusting guy.”
Memories surfaced in Xia Lun’s mind.
In contrast, Aina’s enthusiasm now made him feel a little overwhelmed.
“What’s wrong?” Aina snuggled beside him, her fingers playing with the strands of hair in front of her. Noticing Xia Lun’s gaze, she slowly straightened her upper body, as if in some pain, “Your monster’s stamina is still terrifyingly good, hiss—if you want to continue, you’ll have to let me rest a bit more…”
“Nothing… I just feel like you’ve become much more straightforward,” Xia Lun stroked Aina’s smooth back.
Aina fell silent.
Then, under Xia Lun’s surprised gaze, two streams of tears flowed from Aina’s eyes.
“Aina…” Xia Lun was about to speak when Aina blocked his lips.
Aina’s lips, mixed with tears, were a little wet and salty.
“One thousand years… I spent one thousand years to resurrect you…
Do you know how I lived through those one thousand years?
After you died, every day I recalled the time we spent together.
Only after you truly left me did I begin to regret saying so many harsh things to you before…
I tried every method… even if you became an undead creature, I wouldn’t mind, but you still showed no reaction at all.
But your lifeless corpse still began to shrivel, eventually turning into a pile of dry bones…
I truly almost despaired.
So, now that you’re alive again, I will definitely cherish you well and never let you suffer any grievances again…”
Xia Lun swallowed, then took a deep breath, lay flat, and looked at the log-built ceiling beams. The unadorned pine crossbeams crisscrossed in their natural state, and he could still see circles of varying shades of annual rings.
Is that so? So he made her wait for so long.
“Sorry, Aina…”
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.”
The girl’s silver hair fell on Xia Lun, and the bat wings on her back had been retracted through special means, turning into two blood-red marks below her nape, like tattoos.
“After all, you’re just a tiny human.”
Mm, Aina doesn’t need to sleep hanging upside down from the eaves.
As a blood kin, Aina also had no hobby of sleeping in a coffin.
“But, Aina, do you mean that I had already turned into dry bones before?”
“Yes.”
“Then what’s going on with my current body?”
Xia Lun looked at his hands.
His fingers were slender, his skin as fair as a woman’s, like an infant’s new skin. The thick calluses that had formed from sword practice had also vanished without a trace.
“This is the body I recreated for you.” Aina caressed Xia Lun’s chest, as if admiring the most perfect work of art, “The heart of the Tree of Life, the skeleton of the Undying Bones, the flesh and blood of the Chaos Dragon Race, the Eye of Insight of fictional truth…”
“Wait… Aina… am I still human then?” Xia Lun felt a little numb, “That sounds like some incredible humanoid Chimera.”
“There’s nothing wrong with describing it that way,” Aina covered her mouth and chuckled, “Don’t worry, I merely integrated all of these into your original body; your genetic code hasn’t changed.”
Aina straddled him, cupped Xia Lun’s cheeks, and revealed a greedy smile that perfectly fit a Demon Lord’s aura: “The conception rate is still very low…”
…
“S-she’s simply a monster…” The panting Demon Lord Lady collapsed onto the bed. Xia Lun, calm and composed, stepped barefoot on the wooden floor, stretching his body.
His new body… still needed time to adapt.
Xia Lun was very excited now, like he had received a new toy. He felt his body was incredibly light, as if all enhancement spells had been cast on him.
Fist shadows blurred before his eyes, causing ripples in the air.
“Xia Lun, take it easy.” Aina lay on the bed, her well-proportioned legs gently swaying behind her, reminding Xia Lun, “If you tear open a spatial rift and swallow the house, we’ll only be able to sleep in the snow and ice.”
Xia Lun smiled and waved his hand: “Aina, how could that be? Even at my peak, it was quite difficult to cut open a spatial rift with a holy sword, and I’m just warming up now…”
“Crack—”
Xia Lun suddenly heard a familiar soft sound, like a crack appearing on a firmly frozen lake… and the consequences now would be more terrifying than falling into an icy lake. A spatial rift would draw everything around it into its vortex, crushing it to dust in the terrifying spatial turbulence.
Xia Lun’s expression instantly froze.
Aina, however, showed no panic on her face; instead, a smug smile appeared. She extended a slender finger and gently tapped, and the spatial rift, like ironed clothes, was gently smoothed away before it could cause any damage.
“Now I understand your body better than you do,” Aina licked the corner of her mouth.
Xia Lun sat down on the bed, a little dazed.
“Did I scare you? My cute little Xia Lun?” Aina opened her arms, “Want to come into my embrace?”
Xia Lun rejected Aina’s lovely suggestion with his actions. Instead, he picked her up by the waist and asked again, “What level is my current strength?”
Aina clung to him like an octopus, wrapping her arms around Xia Lun’s neck: “Who knows? Anyway, it’s very strong… but not stronger than me, so I suggest you still obediently listen to me.”
Xia Lun didn’t think Aina was lying to him.
He knew how terrifying Aina’s talent was, and a thousand years had passed, so her strength must have reached an inconceivable realm.
She was even strong enough to resurrect him.
No…
Xia Lun suddenly realized something.
“Resurrecting the dead is an act against the natural order of the world; the Goddess would definitely not allow it… Aina, how exactly did you resurrect me?” Xia Lun asked, somewhat confused.
“It’s a bit complicated to explain to you, but I just resurrected you like that,” Aina hung on Xia Lun, her goose-like neck tilted back, her long hair flowing, a shallow smile gracing her lips.
“Did the Goddess not make things difficult for you?” Xia Lun’s gaze held some concern. As a hero in his past life, his power was bestowed by the Goddess, so he naturally knew how powerful the Goddess was.
The Goddess was the embodiment of this world’s consciousness.
“Of course the Goddess came to find me,” Aina kissed Xia Lun’s cheek, “But I couldn’t help it; I really couldn’t accept life without you.
So… I killed her.”
Xia Lun: …
Huh?
Killed her?
