The way the Demon Lord took care of Yan Xiaosi wholeheartedly and the way Yan Xiaosi accepted his care without warning made people think of one word—suitable.
Yes, the two of them were indescribably suitable together.
Yan Xiaosi ate well like a little fat squirrel, her eyes sparkling, but the Demon Lord's eyes were focused and gentle.
The Holy Master's eyes flickered.
The combination of a demonic cultivator and a righteous cultivator was not protected by the Heavenly Dao, but strictly speaking, Yan Xiaosi was not a righteous cultivator. Actually, the Holy Master could not say what she was, but she was definitely a unique existence in the world.
In so many years, Zhou Jin's life was only less than twelve years of cultivation. It was almost not worth mentioning compared to his lifespan.
Therefore, those were emotions that he shouldn't have. It was his longing for the mortal world. It was a failure of cultivation.
