Chapter 1544: Have You Really Been Spoiled?

Suddenly!

A powerful hand with distinct joints supported her.

Zhi’er steadied herself with Feng Fuce’s strength.

"You can’t even hold onto something properly?" Feng Fuce looked at her coldly.

Zhi’er lowered her dark eyes, her lips pale: "I’m exhausted."

"So fragile." Feng Fuce sneered.

Despite his words, he took everything from Zhi’er’s arms.

Then, he walked ahead while Zhi’er followed closely behind him.

Seeing Feng Fuce becoming the laborer, even Zhu Yan’s group was surprised.

Didn’t Lord Demon say that he would torment this Heavenly Dao thoroughly?

How could he not resist offering help again!

Zhi’er was quietly adjusting her breath.

Suddenly, Feng Fuce asked from the front: "Did you see it just now?"

Zhi’er snapped back to reality: "Hmm? See what?"

"See the enthusiasm of the demons, proving that besides you, there are others who admire me."

Her words left her stunned.

Subsequently, Zhi’er silently lowered her head: "Hmm..."

Such an unexplained monosyllable ignited an inexplicable anger in Feng Fuce’s heart.

He quickened his pace and warned coldly: "You better keep up, ahead is the Abyss River, where flood dragons lurk. If you can’t keep up, you’ll be dragged in."

After finishing his words, a long bridge appeared not far ahead, spanning across the river.

Zhi’er tried hard to keep up with him, but Feng Fuce was simply too fast.

He was naturally stronger than her.

Moreover, the chain on her ankle was quite bothersome!

Walking on the bridge, she felt the water-filled wind rushing towards her, surrounded by the roaring sounds of the river.

The water was deep and dark in color.

It surged forward, its destination within the Demon World unknown.

Zhi’er tried to catch up with Feng Fuce but saw he was already at the bridge’s end while she was still on the bridge.

Her stomach hurt severely, and she couldn’t walk anymore, having to lean on the bridge railing to catch her breath.

Lately, she’d been surviving solely on Mutual Grass; the Demon Fetus was growing faster than she expected, and its need for Mutual Grass was increasing.

Just as Zhi’er was catching her breath.

Suddenly!

A tentacle shot up from the rushing stream and wrapped directly around her waist.

Before Zhi’er realized it, she was dragged into the bridge!

Once in the water, the rapid currents disoriented her; she wanted to use mana but was too weak to resist the black flood dragon in the waters!

A sudden wave hit her, and Zhi’er completely lost consciousness.

Who knows how much time passed.

When she regained a bit of consciousness, she felt someone touching her lips, channeling mana into her steadily.

With each breath from the other person, the pain in Zhi’er’s stomach eased considerably.

She slowly opened her eyes slightly and, sure enough, it was Feng Fuce right in front of her.

"You..." Zhi’er croaked.

Feng Fuce released her, sitting coldly beside: "Just checking if you’re dead."

Zhi’er sat up and looked around, realizing they were actually inside a cave!

Her clothes were drying on a fire rack nearby, completely soaked.

At this moment, she was wrapped in Feng Fuce’s clothes.

He was only wearing thin undergarments, tending to the fire.

Zhi’er smelled a fragrance and looked closely to see Feng Fuce was actually roasting a flood dragon’s head above the fire.

She sniffed; at first, it seemed pleasant, but soon she felt nauseated.

Zhi’er held onto the cave wall and retched.

Feng Fuce frowned: "Really spoiled, aren’t you? Even flood dragon meat disgusts you?"

Zhi’er wanted to speak, but as soon as she opened her mouth and saw the flood dragon’s head sizzling with oil, she started retching again.

Helplessly, Feng Fuce kicked the roasting flood dragon head off the rack and tossed the thing out of the cave.