Chapter 533

Chapter 533: Racing Down the Path of Doom

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The Flying Snake was in utter disbelief.

“He is the ruler of the Demon Realm, and yet he is treated no better than a mere pet?”

The Heavenly Wolf was equally baffled. From the Demon King’s words, it seemed there was even a black dragon serving as a servant? This world had truly gone mad.

As for the minion, Cricket, the Demon King had no time to spare for him now.

At this moment, Windchaser was kneeling in the great hall, confessing his guilt to the young boy. “I didn’t expect Chao Chao to suddenly barge in. I promise it will never happen again.”

The boy’s gaze swept coldly across his lower half, sending shivers down Windchaser’s spine.

“I swear, it will never happen again. I guarantee it…”

[I really don’t want to be a eunuch dog!]

Suddenly, a small head peeked from behind the door. A little girl, dressed in her inner garments, barefoot and with her hair loose, ran out.

She rubbed her eyes and, upon seeing the young boy in the hall, reached out her small hands softly. “Hug.”

The boy’s cold aura instantly melted, his entire demeanor becoming gentle.

“Why are you up? Be careful, you’ll catch a cold.” He took off his blue robe, draping it over Lu Chao Chao, wrapping her small feet as well.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice that most of his clothing matched Lu Chao Chao’s in color.

Oftentimes, they were the exact same shade.

“My eyes feel uncomfortable.” She rubbed them, finding them unusually dry and blurry.

The boy placed her on a soft cushion, gently massaging her brows.

“Shouldn’t you be busy? Why did you come?” The little girl, still drowsy, mumbled.

The boy cast a glance at Windchaser, making him tense up and instinctively clamp his legs together.

Windchaser had been by Lu Chao Chao’s side often enough to have some suspicions about the boy’s identity.

But…

He dared not dwell on it. It was too terrifying, too bizarre.

“I heard Windchaser was found, so I came to take a look. Are your eyes feeling better?” He gently blew on her eyes, completely ignoring the bitter-looking Windchaser behind him.

[What are you looking at? He came to castrate me!]

Lu Chao Chao was already on the verge of sleep. The boy’s fingers were warm, and before long, she had dozed off completely.

The boy didn’t spare Windchaser another glance, carrying Chao Chao to bed, tucking her in carefully. He sat by her bedside, gently stroking her eyelids.

“Chao Chao, follow your heart. I cannot interfere with your fate… This is the path you must walk to become…”

Only after the boy left did Windchaser finally let out a long breath, nearly convinced he was about to become a eunuch dog.

The next morning, as dawn broke,

Lu Chao Chao was clutching her eyes, repeatedly saying they hurt.

They burned as if on fire, yet there was also a cool power soothing the discomfort.

“What’s going on? Why do your eyes suddenly hurt?” Windchaser sought out the finest physician in the Demon Realm, yet there was no diagnosis.

That mysterious power gradually eased her discomfort. The little girl blinked a few times. “It’s fine, it’s fine. No rush, it’s getting better.”

Outside the hall, a small demon entered to report.

“Your Majesty, there is a black dragon outside the palace. He claims he has come to see Lady Lu Chao Chao.”

Windchaser’s ears perked up. Was it that little brat from the Dragon Clan?

He immediately waved for them to be let in.

Behind him, two young women followed. A-Man walked at the very back, her eyes filled with worry and fear.

In the Demon Realm, who wasn’t afraid of the Demon King?

A-Wu peeked from behind Zhu Mo. “Wow, Windchaser is really the Demon King…”

Zhu Mo, however, was beaming with joy.

“Windchaser, can I ask you for a favor?” Zhu Mo, unusually shy, asked.

“Speak.” Windchaser was curious as to what the Dragon Clan could possibly want from him.

Zhu Mo intertwined his fingers with A-Wu’s, exchanging a glance with her before smiling. “I want to marry A-Wu. I want to give her a grand wedding, with a phoenix coronet and crimson robes, a proper and dignified ceremony.”

“I wish to borrow a place within the Demon Clan’s territory to hold the wedding.”

Windchaser was stunned, giving him a skeptical look.

He picked up a red invitation from the table. “Aren’t you already married? The union between the Dragon and Phoenix Clans is known across the Three Realms! Your names are engraved on the Marriage Stone!”

“That was a wedding recognized by Heaven and Earth. It holds far more weight than a mere mortal marriage contract!”

Before he could finish, Zhu Mo clamped a hand over his mouth and dragged him into a corner.

“You’ve always been a beast and rarely speak, but we are still brothers, aren’t we?”

“After all, you are not human, and I am not human. Shouldn’t we help each other out?”

“If you say this in front of A-Wu, you’re dooming me!”

Windchaser pushed him away. “What do you mean, ‘You are not human, I am not human’?! Are you cursing me?”

He shrugged off Zhu Mo’s arm from his shoulder.

“The Phoenix Clan Princess is your official wife, your main spouse. If you don’t love her, you can divorce her. But it’s only been a few months since your wedding, and now you want to borrow the Demon Clan’s land to marry someone else? You’re putting me in hot water.”

“Won’t the Phoenix Clan burn me with their Three True Fires?”

“No way, I won’t meddle in your romantic affairs.”

“You go around plucking wildflowers, and I’ll be the one to suffer the consequences.”

“Tell me, are you out of your mind? The Phoenix Clan Princess is said to be the most beautiful in the Three Realms, yet you ignore your fine homegrown flower and chase after wild ones. I think you’re bound for disaster…”

Zhu Mo’s face darkened slightly, but he had already married into the Phoenix Clan with the entire Three Realms celebrating it.

Now, however, he loved A-Wu and didn’t want to leave her with any regrets.

“I have no feelings for the Phoenix Princess. Homegrown flower or wildflower, I only recognize A-Wu.”

“Windchaser, don’t worry. I won’t make you take the blame.”

“Since I am using the Demon Palace for my wedding, I will take responsibility. If the Phoenix Clan seeks trouble, I will stand with the Dragon Clan against them!”

Windchaser looked at his pleading face and sighed. “Fine, do as you wish. But remember, karma will catch up to you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Use the land as you please. Just make sure the Dragon Clan helps if trouble comes.”

Holding the wedding at the Demon Palace wasn’t just plucking wildflowers—it was rubbing the homegrown flower’s face into the dirt.

If he had secretly taken a concubine, that might have been overlooked. But publicly holding a grand wedding, with a proper marriage contract and all? Wasn’t this just flaunting having two wives?

Truly enjoying the best of both worlds.

Zhu Mo grinned, playfully punching Windchaser’s shoulder. “Good man, you’re my brother for life.”

“Relax. What karma? Home flowers don’t smell as nice as wildflowers. You’ll understand when you’re married.”

“Once you’ve tied the knot, you’ll see—the outside world is better than home.”

Zhu Mo, thrilled, rushed off to arrange the wedding.

As for whether his grand celebration would humiliate his original wife, he couldn’t care less.

The unloved are always ignored.

Having already experienced a wedding, Zhu Mo handled preparations swiftly.

Before long, rumors spread—

The Dragon Clan’s youngest son was stepping on the Phoenix Clan’s face to marry another woman.

Whispers and laughter filled the Three Realms.

Some even mocked the Phoenix Clan, saying they had lost both the bride and the war.

Their proud princess had become a joke.

Zhu Mo shamelessly sent invitations to all his old friends, yet none dared to attend.

“Chao Chao, you’re so kind, agreeing to be our flower girl and witness.”

Lu Chao Chao and Xie Yu Zhou, as the golden boy and jade girl, scattered petals for them.

Lu Chao Chao hid her smile, holding back laughter.

[In truth, I’m not that kind.]

[I just want to watch the show.]

[To quietly witness you racing down the path of doom, never to return.]