<h4>Chapter 1345: Offer Up that Man</h4>


    Ning Shu saw that Qing Yue’s clothes weren’t dirty and his hair wasn’t messy at all. He looked like someone who had simply returned from a walk.


    Ning Shu felt a little envious. When would she be able to be this powerful?


    “You didn’t alert my father, did you?” asked Ning Shu. “If you alerted him, he could kill me with a single thought.”


    “He didn’t sense anything,” said Qing Yue.


    Ning Shu gave him a thumbs up. “You’re so awesome.”


    Qing Yue smiled, looking unconcerned and carefree.


    As he undid the barrier, he asked Ning Shu, “Do you want to go take a look in the city? The demon race has quite a few nice things.”


    “No need. If I get too close to my father, he’ll notice me.” Ning Shu refused.


    Qing Yue nodded. “Up to you.”


    When Ning Shu saw that Qing Yue was this obedient towards her, she found it very strange.


    Did he frickin’ know how Gary Stu he was being right now?


    “Are you still going to be carrying me by my cor when we return this time?” Ning Shu asked.


    Qing Yue nodded. “If you want me to carry you by your cor, I won’t object.”


    “No need.


    “I feel dizzy. I’d better walk.” Ning Shu promptly waved her hand dismissively.


    Qing Yue replied, “Up to you.”


    Ning Shu looked at Qing Yue who was acting like a loyal Labrador. Were all exceptional experts like this?


    “You two over there, stop.” A soft voice arose. The mellow voice was rather pleasant to hear and made the listeners’ ears feel numb.


    Ning Shu turned and saw a woman who was sitting on a sedan chair lifted by four demon men.


    At this moment, she was looking down on Ning Shu and Qing Yue from high above.


    This demon woman had very seductive looks. Her face was enchanting to the point it seemed capable of stealing people’s souls. The men and women of the demon race all had very good looks.


    The demon woman sized up Ning Shu and sneered. “A mixed breed. I order you to offer up that man next to you.”


    “An inferior mixed breed demon like you is not qualified to have this kind of man.” The demon woman’s eyes were glued to Qing Yue’s face.


    “I like your hair. Very few people have this hair color.” The demon woman raised her chin slightly as she spoke to Qing Yue from far above him.


    Ning Shu also turned to look at Qing Yue’s hair. Why did she feel that this hair color was ugly? Such a lush green.


    His whole body was too lush green.


    Qing Yue didn’t say a word. He simply stood there silently, unconcerned. This caused the demon woman’s eyes to fill with even more desire.


    The demon race had never concealed their desires. Both men and women were the same. By human standards, they had let go of all restraint.


    But the demon race had never felt this way. If they caught a human that suited their tastes, they would do it first and then absorb the human’s essence.


    Ning Shu poked Qing Yue and said quietly, “This woman is very beautiful.”


    Qing Yue shook his head.


    “What are you talking about? I order you to give that man to me.” The demon woman pointed at Ning Shu.


    Ning Shu shrugged and stepped to the side. She said, “Actually, I don’t call the shots here. You have to ask him.”


    “At least you know your ce.” The demon woman nced contemptuously at Ning Shu before moving her gaze back to Qing Yue’s face. “Following me is countless times better than following that trash. I can provide all the cultivation manuals and treasures that you could ever want.”


    Qing Yue stepped closer to Ning Shu and looked at her. “Let’s go.”


    “Wait.” The demon woman flew down from the sedan chair and stopped Ning Shu and Qing Yue.


    “You should make the smart choice while I’m still being nice.” The demon woman’s expression was severe and her whole body exuded a dense demonic energy.


    Qing Yue frowned slightly and looked up. His hand turned into a cold and gloomy ribbon-shaped thing. This kelp-like ribbon immediately pierced through the demon woman’s body, like a nail cutting through tofu. There was no resistance at all.


    Qing Yue withdrew his hand. His hand was still as white as jade. Pure, limpid, sparkling, and translucent. There wasn’t a single drop of blood on it.


    The demon woman slowly looked down at her own chest. There was a big hole and her heart had already been crushed into minced meat.


    Trantor: Lili


    Editor: Emi