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However.

Zhi’er had not returned to live here for a long time after she descended to the mortal world.

When she appeared, the Immortal Servants first paid their respects and then upon seeing Feng Fuce, their eyes widened in shock.

Zhi’er did not notice and instead said, "Go and fetch some Immortal Dew."

The Immortal Dew could help Feng Fuce heal faster.

The Immortal Servants came to their senses, nodded in agreement, and then watched as Zhi’er assisted the "weak" Demon Lord towards her sleeping quarters.

She helped Feng Fuce lie down on her own bed.

Feng Fuce glanced around, a light laugh emerging on his thin lips for reasons unknown.

"Is it alright for me to lie directly on your bed?"

Zhi’er was pouring Immortal Tea and responded casually, "It’s fine, I haven’t slept here for many years."

"When Lu Wang was hiding here, I heard Sister A Ruo say he slept here once or twice."

Feng Fuce’s indulgent gentle smile froze on his face.

His voice turned cold, "Lu Wang?"

Zhi’er handed over the Immortal Tea, "Yes!"

Feng Fuce took the cup, drinking it in one gulp.

Indeed, he had been too lenient with that bear.

At this moment, Zhi’er suddenly extended her hand, leaning towards Feng Fuce.

Feng Fuce immediately smiled, placing the cup beside him: "Do you want a hug?"

The next second, he was already responding actively.

However, Zhi’er grabbed his collar.

Feng Fuce’s eyes narrowed slightly once again.

Zhi’er blinked innocently, "What are you thinking? I want to help you take off your clothes so I can see the injuries on your back."

A faint hint of dissatisfaction appeared in Feng Fuce’s eyes, "Not a hug?"

Zhi’er snorted triumphantly, "Not a hug."

Just as she finished speaking, Feng Fuce placed a hand on her lower back, pulling her directly into his arms.

"If you won’t hug, I will." His voice was muffled.

Zhi’er struggled to break free several times but couldn’t escape.

She chuckled helplessly, "You’re being unreasonable! Let go."

Feng Fuce was unwilling.

Zhi’er moved slightly, and he grunted softly.

Only then did the girl’s expression change, "Did I touch your wound? Seriously, don’t move around!"

Now it was Feng Fuce’s turn to smile, "It’s clearly you moving around. I just wanted to hold you, nothing more."

For some reason, Zhi’er’s face grew slightly warm.

She slipped out of Feng Fuce’s embrace, forcing him to turn around.

"We’ve already hugged, now let me examine the wound!"

This time, Feng Fuce did not refuse.

As the clothes were removed, the first sight was his fair and solid shoulders.

And the smooth muscular contours of his back.

Zhi’er initially gazed intently at him, but suddenly her gaze caught a deep red tinge.

Her fingertips paused.

A very deep wound.

The power of the Heavenly Thunder, even when striking someone as strong as the Demon Lord, caused such severe injury.

The wound on Feng Fuce’s back was most severe, with two open and bleeding gashes.

Though the bleeding had stopped, the injury was still serious.

Zhi’er extended her hand, and a gentle Mana flowed from her fingertips, softly covering the injury.

Feng Fuce looked back, seeing her frowning as if her heart was clenched with worry.

He couldn’t help but ask, "Did it scare you?"

Zhi’er pursed her lips, "No, I’m not that easily scared."

"But with such a heavy injury, how did you endure it without making a sound?"

Feng Fuce hadn’t even let out a groan!

He responded, simply, "At the time, I forgot, it didn’t hurt much, I could endure it, so I didn’t say anything."

After all, Zhi’er had a lot to handle then, and he didn’t want to become a burden to her at that moment.