Chapter 14: Stunning—You’re Really Good-Looking
Hearing no response from the Void Beast, Nan Xun then remembered that her Little Eight was a coward—terrified of the Demon King.
Nan Xun had planned to pretend she didn’t know she had kissed a man, but was that even possible?
The waist she’d hugged was so solid and strong, the figure so tall—any idiot would know something was wrong.
Her heart thudded wildly. She was terrified that the Demon King would swallow her whole in the next second.
Suddenly, she released her grip and hurriedly took several steps back. With a sharp tug, she ripped off the blindfold and looked at the man before her.
With that single look, she froze.
Nan Xun had thought Qin Yuexuan was already quite handsome, but compared to the man in front of her, he instantly turned into mud.
Those deep, crystalline crimson eyes; long brows slanting into the temples; a straight, high nose bridge; thin lips tinged faintly purple and pressed into a straight line. All those inhuman traits—the blood-red pupils, the violet lips—could not conceal his handsomeness, his beauty. The curve of his jaw was just right: a fraction more and he’d seem too delicate, a fraction less and too masculine. When he looked at you, you could clearly feel a bone-chilling cold, yet like a moth drawn to flame, you still wanted to look at him a few times more.
Nan Xun, like Little Eight, was a diehard looks enthusiast—an absolute veteran. She liked all beautiful things, especially people, but only in appreciation; she never developed other feelings.
So the look in her eyes now was one of completely undisguised amazement, without the slightest hint of infatuation or lewdness.
“You’re really good-looking,” Nan Xun couldn’t help but say.
“Hiss—” Someone nearby sucked in a sharp breath.
Nan Xun had a flaw: the moment she saw something beautiful, her courage would balloon several times over, and then she’d proceed to court death in every possible way—so much so that no one could stop her.
At this moment, admiring the handsome man before her, she completely forgot the anxiety she’d felt just moments ago.
Behind Nan Xun, Lu Sui, Hong Chou, Lan Shui, and Zi Ling were all kneeling flat on the ground, heads buried low, bodies trembling like sieves.
They desperately wanted to remind Nan Xun—but they didn’t dare. When it came to matters of life and death, they were still afraid to die.
The man before her wore a black, cinched-waist robe, a cloak draped around him. Gold embroidered patterns shimmered faintly along the collar and cuffs, making him look incomparably noble.
That handsome face was as expressionless as ever. In those crimson blood-red eyes, something seemed to flicker past—gone in an instant.
“Do you know who I am?” the man asked, his voice low, carrying a chill that pierced straight to the bone.
Nan Xun couldn’t help muttering, “Even your voice sounds so good.”
She twirled the Hong Chou ribbon around her fingers, her dark, bright eyes fixed on him as she smiled. “Who else could come and go freely here, if not the Demon King of legend?”
“And do you know that in this world, no one dares to look directly at this king?” the Demon King said. His voice was flat, giving no hint of emotion.
Still kneeling, Hong Chou finally couldn’t bear it any longer and pleaded softly, “Your Majesty, please calm your anger. Xunxun doesn’t understand the rules—she did not mean to offend you.”
The Demon King didn’t look at her, but in the next instant, Hong Chou spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed completely to the ground, as though an invisible force had crushed her down.
Nan Xun’s expression changed slightly. “Hong Chou!”
She suddenly glared at the Demon King, anger rising. “Why can’t I look at you? Is it that you can’t be seen by others or something? You’re clearly so good-looking—why can’t I look a bit more? If you don’t like me looking at you, then I won’t look anymore. Why take it out on someone else!”
The Demon King’s thin lips pressed together even more tightly. After a long moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly asked a completely unrelated question, “Don’t you find these blood-red eyes of mine frightening?”
“Aren’t they just red eyes? What’s frightening about that? If you don’t want them, you can give them to me!”
At that moment, everything around them fell silent.
Deathly silent.
