Stop crying, I'll give it to you, okay?

Chi Buwan stretched out his hands in front of him, grumbling and groping his way around in the dark, trying to adapt to the darkness while visualizing his current environment in his mind.

Gradually, a small room about five meters long and wide appeared in my mind, with a double bed in the middle of the room.

I didn't dare lie down until it was too late.

There was a strange smell in the room, and the smell got stronger the closer you got to the bed.

He may not have seen a pig run, but how could he not have eaten pork?

It's never too late to close your eyes in despair.

What exactly is this world trying to do to a real man like him?

Wasn't he supposed to get a beating? How did the devil end up bringing him here?

Did they mistake him for a woman?

In the past, many people said he looked like a woman and called him effeminate.

Is it too late?.........

"Depend on."

He couldn't help himself and cursed out loud.

When that damned devil comes, he'll definitely pull it out and compare sizes with him.

But right now, the most important thing is...

How is he going to escape?

This place can shield the spiritual power of late-stage Dao Integration cultivators, and it will definitely shield the power of Ying Ri, who is in the Nascent Soul stage as well. However, that demon is tall and strong, and if a fight breaks out, he really won't be able to defeat him.

My eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness before me, and soon I looked around in the dim light, only to be able to make out some vague outlines.

He squeezed into the corner of the room, furthest from the middle bed, and slowly looked up.

It was dark and deep, and he couldn't see what the sky looked like above. It was as if he were at the bottom of a well ten thousand meters deep.

He lowered his head late at night, his brow furrowed.

There must be a secret mechanism here, but how is it triggered?

He appeared here in the blink of an eye, and the system couldn't keep up.

What was that lightning and thunder all about?

What does this have to do with the devil who tried to steal my bride?

Even in the darkness, his mind was working very quickly.

The original book describes Ying Ri very little. Every time he appears, he is only there to pass on secret messages from the Demon Realm to Xiao Wuli.

Chi Buwan's fingertips caressed the memories of "Rebellion Against the Heavens".

—"...The Spirit Demon absorbs people's vital energy, only feeding on men and women before marriage...It will transform into the appearance of the person it feeds on or devours, and is extremely picky."

A very ordinary identity setting.

So why did Heaven react so strongly when I tried to capture him?

It's never too late to scratch your head.

He had nothing left, and now he was truly at his wit's end.

The door hinges slammed open, shattering the darkness, and a beam of bright light burst in.

Chi Buwan's eyes, which had been accustomed to the darkness, narrowed uncomfortably, her long eyelashes trembled and she subconsciously lowered them, raising her hand to shield her eyes from the bright light.

After his eyes readjusted, he slowly lowered his hand, looking at the tall, strong man's figure backlit in front of him, his peach blossom eyes narrowing.

Finally, he saw the demon's face clearly and froze.

The person in front of me was about twenty years old, tall and strong like a pine tree, with broad shoulders and a thick back, strong and powerful arms, and an ordinary appearance, completely unlike the ugly and distorted head I had seen in the Jia family mansion.

Chi Buwan frowned, looking at his clothes and appearance, and an unbelievable guess floated into her mind.

"Zhou Yi?"

He called out, and the other person clearly paused for a second.

Chi Buwan curled her fingertips, looking at the person in front of her, her mind in turmoil.

"Hehehehe~"

Is it too late?.........

My mind is clear now.

The person before him was not Zhou Yi, but Ying Ri, the demon who had eaten Zhou Yi and transformed into his appearance.

Isn't this place supposed to block spiritual energy? How come Ying Ri can transform into other people, but his 190cm height disappears as soon as he enters!

unfair!

"My eyes are truly discerning." Yingri approached step by step, finally stopping in front of him, bending down and squinting, "You actually picked out such a beauty."

Is it too late?.........

He lowered his voice and said in a rough tone, "Dude, I'm a man."

Yingri suddenly sat up straight, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily. "Who!? Who's speaking?!"

It's not too late.

Yingri realized what was happening, her neck stiffened, and she slowly lowered her eyes to meet those silent, speechless peach blossom eyes.

Suddenly, a smirk appeared on his lips, and he said, "A man is fine too; it's been a long time since I've tasted a man's flavor."

Is it too late?

What does that mean?

Should we eat him like we ate Zhou Yi?

Shouldn't we beat him up and then let him go?

His collar was lifted, and he was led to the bed by the tall and strong Ying Ri like a chick.

"Brother, can we change the bed? This bed really stinks." As he got closer to the bed, Chi Buwan was so overwhelmed by the fishy smell that he couldn't breathe and his eyes started to water.

"Dare to talk to me..." Ying Ri's features twisted, and he stopped when he looked down at the person in his hand. His gaze fell on the reddened corners of the man's eyes, and he looked the man's face up and down several times.

Can men be this beautiful...?

Before long, his collar was loosened, and he quickly ran back to the corner to catch his breath.

Good heavens, I almost fainted from the fumes.

After regaining his senses, he wiped away the tears that had welled up with his sleeve and looked up at Yingri, who was standing at the door watching him.

Even against the light, his expression was still unclear.

Suddenly, the shadow began to move.

Chi Buwan clenched his fist, pondering what would happen if he were to fight Ying Ri.

A 30/70 split.

Three punches from the sun, and it's the seventh day after his death.

Is it too late?:..........

Just as he was thinking of other ways to escape, Yingri walked to the bedside and stopped moving.

The next second, he bent down and easily lifted the large bed with one hand.

Is it too late?

He loosened his clenched fist.

It's no longer necessary.

With one punch from Yingri, he could go to the King of Hell.

As Chi Buwan watched Ying Ri's retreating figure carrying away the stinky bed, the door slammed shut with a "bang," and the room returned to darkness.