Accidentally Impregnating a Demon Lord - Chapter 26

Chapter 26: Let’s Cultivate Together

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Song Zhi, “…”

The Demon Lord was like a middle-aged man who was not very good. Every time, he would be very calculative. She rubbed her waist. Although she felt that she did not have the strength to do it a second time, it did not stop her from complaining about Mo Xiuyao!

The two sessions of cultivation were like a drop in the bucket to completely detoxify the poison. However, it could at least delay the time of the Gu Poison’s attack for two to three months. Moreover, after cultivating, it would strengthen the body and even the physique would be much better. Hence, Song Zhi was not in a hurry. In order to prevent the Demon Lord from thinking that she was using him as a tool, Song Zhi decided to treat the Demon Lord better. As for the remaining hundreds of times, she would slowly plan it out and was not in a hurry.

The first thing she did to treat Mo Xiuyao well was to cook good food for him. Previously, Song Zhi cooked for him because there were not many good things in this world, and Mo Xiuyao had not seen many good things, so she was more or less perfunctory. But the situation was different now. She now cooked four dishes and one soup, and occasionally barbecued some meat for him, and so on. Of course, Mo Xiuyao also felt Song Zhi’s care. Although he never praised her, he had eaten more than before, which was enough for Song Zhi.

The second thing she wanted to do for Mo Xiuyao was to help him improve his living environment. Although Mo Xiuyao lived in the only place in the Demon’s Note Valley where one could see the sky, sleeping on the floor was not healthy. In order to maintain his strong body, Song Zhi decided to make a simple small tent for him.

It was easy to say, but building it was not so simple. A small space was built with a piece of rag to ensure that he was shielded from the wind and rain. Then, a bed was made for him to sleep on.

Song Zhi spent the whole morning setting up the tent and even picked a bunch of flowers to put in the tent. Then, she turned to Mo Xiuyao to take credit for it. “How is it?”

Mo Xiuyao said, “Not bad. It can be used for a long time.”

Song Zhi deliberately ignored the grave mound shape of the tent. “…I knew you’d like it. Come and try on the mattress.”

Mo Xiuyao did not move.

“I’ll make you some egg tarts later.” Song Zhi seduced him.

Mo Xiuyao glanced at her and walked to the bed to sit down. There were two blankets on the bed and they were indeed loose and soft. Song Zhi saw his expression and knew that he was satisfied. She smiled and said, “Since you don’t hate it, you can sleep in a tent from now on. You don’t have to be covered in dew. By the way, where do you usually wash clothes?”

Song Zhi was suddenly curious about Mo Xiuyao’s personal life. She knew that Demon’s Note Valley was humid, so she had brought a lot of dust-expelling beads before she came. The dust-expelling beads had a cleaning function. Every time her clothes were dirty, she would pinch one, and the bead that contained spiritual power would instantly clean her clothes. But when Mo Xiuyao was sealed here, he definitely did not bring this kind of dust-expelling bead, right?

“No… I don’t think I’ve ever seen you change your clothes.” Song Zhi quietly sniffed Mo Xiuyao’s side. “There’s no smell of sweat at all. How do you maintain hygiene?”

Mo Xiuyao raised his hand and moved the child, who was sniffing around like a puppy, away from him. He said simply, “A cleaning spell.”

“Who are you trying to fool?” Song Zhi was amused. “Demon’s Note Valley suppresses your cultivation, so how can you use a cleaning spell?”

Every seal in Demon’s Note Valley was the work of a powerful cultivator. If the seal had not loosened 30 years later, he would not have been able to leave this place, let alone use a spell.

Seeing that Song Zhi did not believe him, Mo Xiuyao could not be bothered to say anything. He only instructed, “Go make some egg tarts.”

“Alright,” Song Zhi said. She agreed and turned to leave. Halfway through, she thought of something and came back. “I’ll bake you another pizza. Shall we cultivate together tonight?”

“You’re paying for the prostitution here?” Mo Xiuyao laughed in anger.

“I’ll make you a pair of honey chicken wings,” Song Zhi said.

Mo Xiuyao, “…”

That night, Song Zhi cultivated as she wished and cried for half the night in her luxurious tent. After this time, Mo Xiuyao and Song Zhi reached a silent tacit understanding. Every time Song Zhi made a few extra dishes and put them in front of Mo Xiuyao with a fawning face, Mo Xiuyao would automatically stay at night, and the two of them would sway in the tent for the rest of the night.

The only imperfection was that no matter how many times Mo Xiuyao tried, he would stick to the same position. He would always purse his lips and frown, as if he was being tortured. Song Zhi sat on him and often felt that she was forcing herself on him. If it was not for the fact that the novel ‘The Final Battle of the Immortals and Demons at the Top of the Purple Clouds’ was a romantic novel about cultivation, she would have suspected Mo Xiuyao’s sexual orientation.