"Xia Lun, I love you."
"Aina, I love you."
"Xia Lun. You smell so good." Aina rubbed her nose against the crook of his neck.
"Aina, you smell so good." Xia Lun mimicked her, burying his face in her hair.
"Xia Lun..."
"Aina..."
"Stop copying me!" Aina bared her fangs and brandished her claws, reaching out to scratch Xia Lun's detestable face. However, her arm tensed up halfway, her fists clenched tightly, and she stopped all her movements.
The arrogant Demon Lord always easily forgot her own situation.
A moment later, Aina lay quietly in Xia Lun's arms. Xia Lun's fingertips continued to twirl and play with her hair, creating a rather harmonious picture, as if nothing had ever happened.
"Why didn't you copy me just now?"
Aina gently scratched Xia Lun's back.
"Copy what?" Xia Lun tilted his neck, looking at Aina with some confusion.
"That is..." Aina had just opened her mouth when she realized something was wrong, and a deeper blush spread across her face.
"Bad guy." Aina opened her mouth and left a faint red mark on Xia Lun's neck.
"Why haven't you been sucking blood lately?" Xia Lun touched his neck, feeling a bit strange. "Are you tired of drinking it?"
"Of course not... Isn't this what you stipulated before? Blood sucking only once every seven days, to show restraint." Aina stuck out her little tongue.
"But it's different now." Xia Lun felt the majestic vitality in his body. "In the past, my body couldn't handle it... Now, even if I let you suck every day, it would be absolutely fine."
"But let's just forget it. We shouldn't indulge too much, otherwise there won't be any sense of surprise." After thinking for a moment, Aina gently shook her head. She didn't want this unique intimacy to become commonplace.
"You make a good point..." Xia Lun deliberately prolonged his tone and proposed wickedly, "How about we don't do it for the next few days? Let it brew for a while?"
"Hmm?" Aina's eyebrows instantly shot up, her beautiful red eyes narrowing dangerously. Xia Lun immediately felt his neck tighten.
"Just kidding." Xia Lun immediately backed down, comforting the petite Demon Lord in his arms with a strong desire to survive.
Not doing it was unacceptable, but overdoing it was also bad. The Demon Lord was truly hard to please.
However, this level was nothing. His current body was strong enough to withstand any form of the Demon Lord's capriciousness.
"How strong is that guy named Xie Lun?" Xia Lun suddenly asked Aina, who was resting on him.
"What? Are you afraid you can't beat him?" Aina asked in surprise.
"Of course not, I just wanted to ask."
"Hmm... I'm not sure either, since I haven't had much contact with him." Aina curled comfortably in his arms, pretending to think hard. "Dorian should be the strongest among them, followed by Feina and Niya... You've met Dorian, so you should have some idea, right?"
Xia Lun nodded.
Dorian was a powerful vampire warlock, proficient in all kinds of traditional vampire secret arts.
Even without sparring with him, Xia Lun could roughly gauge his strength based on his aura.
Although he couldn't compare to the Demon Lords he had fought before, he wasn't far off.
The fact that Luo Lun managed to escape from him back then was indeed because he had gone easy... After all, Dorian also knew that Luo Lun was Aina's target.
"Dorian is also an elder of the vampires. I even learned my vampire abilities from him back then," Aina sighed slightly.
"Is that so?"
"Yes," Aina responded softly, snuggling tighter into Xia Lun's warm embrace like a little beast that had found a comfortable nest. Her voice grew softer and slower as she began to trace back to the distant past. "Shortly after I was born, Dorian took me from my biological parents. If it weren't for him, my growth into the Vampire Progenitor probably wouldn't have been so smooth."
"And then?" Xia Lun gently stroked Aina's back, listening attentively.
He knew that the one snuggling in his arms right now was not just a powerful Demon Lord, but a girl who had borne too much over the long years and needed to confide in someone.
Xia Lun himself might not realize it, but he was actually very good at providing emotional value to his wife, which was one of the reasons why Aina couldn't get enough of him.
"Well... the old Dorian used to always call me Miss, but ever since my strength surpassed his, he started calling me Lord." Aina sighed. "Actually, I still wished he would address me the old way, but he said it was no longer appropriate, and I had to establish my prestige as the Vampire Progenitor... A sense of distance was necessary."
"That must have been really hard for you, Aina." Xia Lun patted Aina's head and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek.
"Looking back now, it was actually alright. Although Dorian's teachings were quite strict back then, leaving me with almost no time for entertainment other than eating and sleeping." Aina's eyes drooped slightly. "But to me, he really played the role of a parent and a teacher, and I'm very grateful to him now that I'm grown... As for my biological parents, I don't really have any impression of them anymore. The first time we met after I became sensible, they bowed and scraped before me."
Xia Lun leaned in and nibbled on Aina's ear, but was pushed away amidst Aina's charming giggles.
"By the way, Aina, how did you become the Demon Lord?" Xia Lun asked a question that had puzzled him for a long time.
Aina's identity as the Demon Lord... had never been exposed, so how on earth was the Demon Lord chosen?
Xia Lun was slightly taken aback.
This was clearly an illusory position, yet it seemed that there was always someone sitting on it...
Aina's gaze suddenly became playful. She reached out her fingertip and gently tapped Xia Lun's nose. "Xia Lun, why don't you guess? If you guess right, I'll give you a reward."
"Is there... some secret organization among the demons? Like the elven council, secretly electing one?" Xia Lun pondered.
"Not at all." Aina shook her head, her silver hair cascading down her shoulders.
"Could it be... that the demons held some sort of hidden identity tournament to compete for the title of Demon Lord?" Xia Lun said uncertainly, also feeling that his deduction was a bit far-fetched.
"Nope." The smile on Aina's lips grew wider. "Do you need me to tell you? Xia Lun, if you can't guess, there will be a punishment too."
Xia Lun's eyes lit up. "Is the punishment the same as the reward?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me, Aina." Xia Lun pinched Aina's cheek. With her words, Xia Lun felt reassured.
"Of course you couldn't guess, Xia Lun." Aina's fingertips gently traced the contours of Xia Lun's cheek. "Because... the one who bestowed the title of Demon Lord upon me was your esteemed Goddess."
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ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
