Immortals, naturally, do not have the troublesome task of making and washing clothes like mortals. Their garments are generally condensed from their own primordial spiritual energy.
This primordial spiritual energy of immortals can come in any color, though most are white, signifying the purity of the energy.
Thor's primordial spiritual energy is purple, while the Flower God's is rather special, being a myriad of colors.
In the vast expanse of time since the creation of the heavens and earth, Zhu Xu had never encountered an immortal whose primordial spiritual energy was black.
Therefore, Zhu Xu assumed that Zhao Xue simply did not wish to draw attention, hence the choice of black attire.
Her phoenix eyes flickered, not daring to meet those crescent-moon eyes.
Zhu Xu's gaze slowly drifted down from Zhao Xue's lips.
Quite attractive.
If affection had substance, Zhu Xu's eyes would undoubtedly be filled with pink bubbles.
"I'll change back immediately." Zhao Xue was silent for a moment, then fled as if in panic, leaving these words behind before walking away.
"Wait."
Zhu Xu's hand instantly caught the hem of Zhao Xue's robe.
Zhao Xue stopped, and demonic energy began to involuntarily emerge from those phoenix eyes.
Did Xu Xu discover something?
"Zhao Xue, it's been so long. Why are you always running away~" Zhu Xu let go of Zhao Xue's robe and instead took Zhao Xue's hand.
In contrast to the black clothing, this hand appeared even fairer and smoother.
Zhu Xu cupped Zhao Xue's large hand with both her small hands, many envious thoughts welling up in her crescent-moon eyes.
How could this hand be whiter and more delicate than her own?!
Sensing no doubt from Zhu Xu, Zhao Xue gradually relaxed, and the demonic energy that had emerged from her phoenix eyes quietly receded.
Moments later, Zhu Xu was utterly captivated by the beauty of Zhao Xue's large hand. Unwittingly, Zhao Xue was pulled by Zhu Xu onto the bed.
Zhu Xu lowered her head, meticulously examining Zhao Xue's hand, knuckle by knuckle. Sudan Novel Network.
Zhao Xue finally dared to look up quietly, observing Zhu Xu.
Xu Xu seems genuinely interested in his hand.
"Do you like it?" Zhao Xue looked down at her own hand, her gaze as indifferent as if she were looking at an inanimate object.
Zhu Xu's voice was filled with exclamation and admiration: "I love it!"
"Then I'll peel this skin off and give it to Xu Xu." Zhao Xue's tone was calm; these words, which sounded so gruesome, seemed natural when spoken by Zhao Xue, as if it were only right.
"Hmm?" Zhu Xu was engrossed in examining the hand and didn't immediately process Zhao Xue's chilling words.
"I'll..." Just as Zhao Xue was about to utter the words, she suddenly realized.
The art of skinning was only associated with demons.
Only low-level demon cultivators, unable to form human faces, needed to peel human skin.
Since awakening her demonic powers, Zhao Xue's regenerative abilities had become exceptionally strong. Even if she were to peel off all her skin, Zhao Xue could recover completely.
Thus, Zhao Xue thought, even if she gave her skin to Zhu Xu, she would still appear as Zhu Xu liked.
However, if she did this, the fact that she had become a demon would no longer be a secret.
"Zhao Xue, what did you just say?" Zhu Xu looked up at Zhao Xue in confusion.
Zhao Xue unnaturally curved her lips, then shook her head: "Nothing."
Zhu Xu watched Zhao Xue frown slightly, then her gaze drifted down to Zhao Xue's empty waist.
Her pouch, she hadn't brought her pouch.
"Zhao Xue, can we go back to the Nine Heavens? I didn't bring the token of love I prepared for you."
A hint of melancholy appeared in her crescent-moon eyes. Zhu Xu looked at Zhao Xue as if she were an priceless treasure not yet claimed by her.
Every time she thought of this, Zhu Xu felt a profound sense of dread, as if a long night would bring many unforeseen events.
Zhao Xue's brow furrowed initially, but after Zhu Xu finished speaking, it quickly relaxed.
"What token of love is it? I'll go get it."
Zhu Xu considered for a moment, then refused: "No, Zhao Xue, I want to give it to you personally."
"Let's find an opportunity to return to the Empress's Palace, alright?"
"Alright." Zhao Xue responded instinctively. By the time her reason returned, she merely pursed her lips, ultimately not refusing Zhu Xu.
Zhao Xue's collarbones were also lovely.
Unknowingly, Zhu Xu was once again captivated by Zhao Xue.
Zhu Xu looked up at Zhao Xue's pensive expression, then, as if covering her ears while stealing a bell, she leaned in and kissed her.
Zhao Xue was startled. Seeing that Zhu Xu had no intention of pulling away, she leaned back with Zhu Xu's momentum and fell onto the bed, allowing Zhu Xu to drape herself over him.
...
*Bang bang—*
A moment later, the voice of an innkeeper from the mortal realm suddenly came from outside the door.
"Milady, the Eight Treasure Chicken and Sweet and Sour Fish you ordered are ready."
The sudden arrival of the voice jolted Zhu Xu, who had been lost in admiration.
Zhu Xu quickly got up and opened the door for the innkeeper.
She then sat at the table, her legs together and hands resting on her knees, appearing exceptionally "well-behaved."
Zhao Xue, who had been lying on the bed, adjusted her breathing and also sat up.
The innkeeper's gaze subtly shifted between the "well-behaved" Zhu Xu and the disheveled Zhao Xue, and a look of understanding quickly appeared on his face.
This gentleman was probably from the pleasure house across the way.
Many establishments there were known for offering performances but not their services, making them more reputable than other pleasure houses.
But it was precisely such pure and innocent individuals who were often targeted by some overbearing daughters of wealthy families.
With this thought, the innkeeper cast a hateful glance at Zhu Xu, then turned and left without lingering.
"Zhao Xue, so we're in the mortal realm now."
Zhao Xue: "Yes."
Now that the innkeeper had come, Zhao Xue could no longer hide it. Seeing that Zhu Xu showed no signs of rejection, she felt a little relieved.
At this moment, Zhu Xu's mouth was watering at the aroma of the Eight Treasure Chicken.
The Nine Heavens had strict rules, and live chickens would certainly not be found there.
"Zhao Xue, come quickly and eat."
Zhu Xu beckoned. Zhao Xue, who was not interested in mortal food, sat down beside Zhu Xu.
Zhu Xu had already slept earlier, so after they finished eating, Zhu Xu pulled Zhao Xue over and chattered about the snake from the far north, as described in a book from the courtyard.
"So Xu Xu liked me back then."
Hearing Zhu Xu admit that she had deliberately pretended to be afraid of the snake to get closer to him, Zhao Xue was overwhelmed by this sudden surprise. A pure, childlike smile bloomed on her face.
This... this must be an angel, right?
Zhu Xu thought that if angels in Western storybooks didn't look like Zhao Xue, then the angels spoken of by Westerners were nothing special.
Zhu Xu stared at Zhao Xue's smiling face and immediately felt that the word "stunning" was too conservative.
If she could exchange the Nine Heavens for Zhao Xue, Zhu Xu would tirelessly create a new Nine Heavens every day.