Free Web NovelChapter 1372: Chapter 432: He Is His Son
Moonflower glanced at Little Jiu Nian, and upon discovering he was a dirty little fellow, her eyes twitched slightly.
This aura, one smell and you know it’s a demon-human hybrid.
In the Demon World, such hybrids were only fit to be slaves.
The fate of slaves was often very tragic.
They were like heaven and earth compared to nobles, not even qualified to lick their (feet).
But until the appearance of that person, who with absolute power shattered thousands of years of racial discrimination in the Demon World.
Since then, the Demon World established a new iron-clad rule, which said that power reigns supreme.
"Quite a good-looking little fellow."
Moonflower noticed that although Little Jiu Nian was grimy, with ragged clothes, he had particularly beautiful big eyes, and his neck still had skin untouched by dust and blood, fair and tender, with distinct features. Even among the Demon Clan, it was difficult to find such an attractive little boy.
And Little Jiu Nian also saw Moonflower and angrily glared at her.
Moonflower had a moment of distraction.
Time flowed backward, as if returning to a certain evening years ago.
That year, as the Little Princess, she snuck out to play and wandered around the clan, lost.
The first time she saw him, it was just like this.
He was fighting with a group of Demon Clan slaves for food, despite being covered in mud, but when someone called out "Di Shen," he raised his head.
Only four or five years old, yet possessing incredible beauty that could make time pause.
From that moment, Moonflower decided that this little boy would be hers.
"Hmph, Old Witch, let go of me."
Something flew onto Moonflower’s face, interrupting her memory.
She touched it and found her fingers sticky and wet.
"Little brat, you actually dared to spit."
Moonflower was so angry her visage changed drastically; she was incredibly noble, and no one had ever disrespected her, let alone spat on her.
Her eyes sharpened, and those Flower Vines instantly tightened, growing fleshy thorns that pierced into Little Jiu Nian’s tender skin, causing blood to flow profusely.
"Moonflower! Let go of that child."
Yan Jiu’s heart ached inexplicably.
"Yan Jiu, you want me to release him, then tell me the whereabouts of the Demon Ancestor."
Moonflower was somewhat surprised that Yan Jiu would show compassion for an unknown child.
It seemed this child just happened to pass by the area.
Since Zhan Hen suppressed Yan Jiu here, the area had been under Prohibition, and ordinary demon clans could not approach. It was unknown how this child managed to enter.
Moonflower’s gaze moved back and forth between Yan Jiu and Little Jiu Nian.
Yan Jiu hesitated.
He should have decisively rejected such a demand.
Yet inexplicably, seeing Little Jiu Nian suffer made him feel very sad; if possible, he would rather endure the pain for this child.
"Land God, don’t agree with this Old Witch. I... I’m fine. Old Witch, bring on whatever you’ve got. I, Lan Jiu Nian, will never submit."
Little Jiu Nian was about to cry from the pain, yet he stubbornly gritted his teeth, refusing to show weakness.
"Lan Jiu Nian... you, little guy, how old are you this year?"
As if struck by lightning, Yan Jiu’s mind blew up.
He looked at Little Jiu Nian in astonishment.
Although his face was dust-covered and blurred, the child’s nose and mouth were exactly the same as his, and those eyes were exactly like Cai’er’s.
Yan Jiu nearly trembled as he asked.
Could it be, his guess was true? This child was his and Cai’er’s child?
"Even at a time like this, you still have time to ask for age, let me give you the answer."
Moonflower pursed her red lips, her eyes flashed, and a Flower Vine shot like a swift arrow into Little Jiu Nian’s spine.
Little Jiu Nian groaned.
"Moonflower."
Out of anger, the stone tablet trembled violently, like an earthquake, causing stones on the ground to roll.
"Why shouldn’t I dare, let’s also tell you that this little fellow’s bone age tells me he should be about three years old. Tsk tsk, who would have thought that a demon-human hybrid could have such a robust physique."
Moonflower exclaimed in wonder as she touched the blood on the Flower Vine, suddenly her brows knitted together.
The smell of this blood...
This was the taste of Sky Demon blood, with extremely high concentration. How could an ordinary brat have Sky Demon blood?
Three years old, three years old, Lan Jiu Nian is three years old this year.
"Could it be..." Moonflower’s gaze swept over Little Jiu Nian repeatedly, understanding something. "I see, Yan Jiu, are you still not talking? If you still don’t speak, I might twist off this little fellow’s head."
Moonflower’s excitement over the discovery deepened her homicidal intent.
The Flower Vine coiled around Little Jiu Nian’s neck.
"Moonflower, if you dare harm him a bit, I swear by Yan Jiu that you’ll never know the whereabouts of the Demon Ancestor in this life."
Yan Jiu looked at Little Jiu Nian, for the first time fear in his voice.
That was his child, no wonder he behaved so unusually today.
No wonder at first sight of Little Jiu Nian, he liked him so much.
That was his and Cai’er’s child, why was this child alone in the Demon World.
He shouldn’t have come.
Moonflower was stunned by Yan Jiu’s words.
The two were at a stalemate, the Flower Vine strangling Little Jiu Nian ceased tightening.
"Yan Jiu, do you really think, without you, I have no way to find him? Although I don’t know precisely where he is, I know for sure he is in the Human Realm. People from the Demon Clan have already entered the Human Realm; finding him is only a matter of time. But this little fellow is different; he is still fragile. I can kill him with a wave of my hand."
Moonflower laughed.
Her Divine Sense moved, that Flower Vine tightened further, the sharp thorns piercing into Little Jiu Nian’s neck.
Watching Little Jiu Nian’s face slowly change from red to cyanotic, Yan Jiu’s mind grew increasingly chaotic.
"Land God... there’s nothing... I’m not afraid of death... I’m just a little unwilling... I haven’t found..."
Little Jiu Nian’s breath was weak; his small body slowly sagged, his gaze also scattered.
Little Jiu Nian felt his consciousness growing less clear.
He was somewhat regretful, he hadn’t seen his heartless father yet, such a pity; if he could meet him, he wanted to tell him, he and Mother both love...
"Release him (let him go)."
Two remarkably different voices came simultaneously.
A cold, indifferent male bass abruptly interrupted the stalemate.
Yan Jiu froze.
Queen Xiyuan was also taken aback.
Behind, a surge of demonic power emerged.
They hadn’t noticed when this demonic power came, both Moonflower and Yan Jiu.
The demonic power turned to wind, to cloud, the wind rose and clouds moved, and those Flower Vines of Moonflower exploded with a boom.
