“Peng Zhen believes that your status necessitates having someone serving you,” Liu Lanyan said with a smile. Peng Zhen can only be described as being too loyal to the Demon God, so loyal that he can completely forget himself and only have the Demon God’s position in his heart.
The demon god shook his head with amusement; he had never asked Peng Zhen to do that.
Although he was called a subordinate, he wasn't treated as one.
“Actually, it’s good to bring Peng Zhen along. Peng Zhen doesn’t really have many opportunities to go shopping, does he?” Liu Lanyan said with a shrug.
It's obvious that people from Wuchenju wouldn't be so bored as to go shopping.
Even their food is specially supplied.
Who would be so bored as to go shopping?
"Let's talk about it next time," the demon god said casually. "Not this time."
"Why?" Liu Lanyan asked curiously, "Why does it have to be next time?"
Shopping isn't like we're doing something confidential, why do we have to do it in batches?
"This is the first time Lanyan and I have gone shopping together, so of course it has to be just the two of us." The Demon God said this as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but it made Liu Lanyan blush and scold in a low voice, "Boring."
After saying that, he turned around and ran two steps forward, putting distance between himself and the demon god.
The demon god laughed heartily, feeling extremely pleased. Indeed, accompanying Liu Lanyan out shopping was the right decision.
He quickened his pace, caught up with Liu Lanyan, grabbed her small hand, and ignored her struggles: "There are many people on the street, don't get separated."
If it were a different reason, Liu Lanyan might have listened, but... they got separated...
Even if they get separated, they won't be lost, right?
If they were to get lost, it would be a terrible tragedy.
She tried to move, but couldn't break free from the demon god's large hand. Besides, the warmth of his hand enveloping her felt very comfortable, so she decided to leave it at that for now.
Unconsciously, Liu Lanyan compromised and let the demon god pull her into the street.
The royal city is an important city in the demon realm, and naturally it is the most bustling place. The crisscrossing streets are lined with shops one after another, and even at the corners of the streets and alleys, people set up stalls to do business.
In the demon realm, most demons still need to eat and live, so business is booming and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares are constant.
At this hour, it's almost dinnertime. Some women are walking on the street, buying ingredients for dinner, while others are having dinner at taverns or similar places.
As dusk settles, the streets are bustling with activity.
But in an instant, this bustling street seemed to have been sliced apart by a sharp long knife.
Everyone on the street stopped what they were doing and stared in disbelief at the two people who had appeared on the street, or more accurately, one of them.
A man dressed in white, elegant as a god.
The person they could only occasionally look up to from afar had now appeared on the street, standing right in front of them.
Her clothes fluttered lightly, like drifting mist, gently gathering around him, like a dream.
Everyone's heart stopped for a moment, staring in disbelief.
Those who hadn't spotted the demon god in the distance were wondering why the people around them had suddenly fallen silent. They opened their mouths to ask, but were met with a fierce glare from the person in front of them who had kept quiet. Terrified, they dared not ask any more questions and could only desperately look in that direction.
Once they understood the root cause of the silence that had made the whole street quiet, they immediately joined the ranks of those who had fallen silent.
A message was quietly being passed on: the Demon God had actually appeared on the street.
What would it feel like to have a street full of people but not a single sound?
Weird!
Absolutely bizarre!
However, for Liu Lanyan, it was as if nothing had happened.
Liu Lanyan turned her head and saw a roadside stall next to her, with small steamers on it, and plump buns steaming and emitting an enticing aroma.
"How much is this?" Liu Lanyan walked directly to the stall and asked, pointing at the steamed buns.
She asked a question, but no one answered. Liu Lanyan frowned and looked at the person who seemed to be the stall owner, and said loudly, "Isn't this for sale?"
The stall owner stared in disbelief as the demon god, whom he considered a deity, slowly approached him. His white robes were as pure as snow, spotless, and his long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. His jade-like face wore a warm smile, like the spring breeze of March.
Forget about speaking, I've almost forgotten how to breathe.
The person who was usually so high and mighty, whom he could never even look up to, was now standing right in front of him. This, this, this…
This is such a wonderful surprise!
Then, as the stall owner watched the perfect deity in his heart, the thin lips moved slightly, and a voice as clear as a spring rang in his ear: "How much are the steamed buns?"
ah?
The stall owner had thought about it countless times, but he never imagined that such strange words would come from the mouth of the Venerable One.
Good heavens, how could the high and mighty demon god in his heart ask about steamed buns?
Why ask about steamed buns?
"Aren't you selling your steamed buns?" A wronged female voice rang out, tinged with disappointment. Then, the woman looked away from the demon god and prepared to leave.
"Let's go, let's buy it from another store."
What... what does this mean?
The stall owner watched in a daze as the Venerable One and Liu Lanyan left, his gaze fixed on them as they walked to the next stall.
Hearing Liu Lanyan laughing happily, "Look, fried dumplings, fried dumplings. I want some."
The stall owner seemed much more nimble than usual, though his hands and feet were clumsier than usual, but he didn't stare blankly like the stall owner from before.
He wrapped up a plate of fried dumplings and handed it to Liu Lanyan.
"How much?" Liu Lanyan asked, taking the fried dumplings while tugging at the Demon God's sleeve. "Pay up."
"No, no, no need..." The female stall owner waved her hands repeatedly, a flattered smile on her face, "It's for the young lady to eat."
"This isn't right," Liu Lanyan tilted her head, looking at the fried dumplings in her hand with difficulty. "Your stall is not easy to run, I can't take advantage of you."
"No, no!" the female stall owner quickly shook her head. "Girl, please take it and eat it. I'll be happy if you eat my food."
Can't she recognize who's standing in front of her now?
Who does the Demon God favor most recently?
Of course it's Liu Lanyan.
Winning over Liu Lanyan is more effective than currying favor with the Demon God.
"Take it," the demon god said calmly, giving the female stall owner a faint smile.
"Thank you." Liu Lanyan nodded happily and expressed her gratitude.
The female stall owner completely forgot to respond to Liu Lanyan's words; her mind was filled with only one thought—the Lord was smiling at her.
Smile at her!
"Here, have one, it's delicious!" Liu Lanyan picked up a piece, chewed it, and exclaimed in surprise. Then, she naturally picked up another piece and brought it to the Demon God's lips.
The food was delivered by Liu Lanyan, so the Demon God naturally had no reason to refuse and simply opened his mouth and ate it.
The female vendor next to her could see nothing but the demon god eating the fried dumplings she was selling.
The Lord actually ate the fried dumplings she made herself.
Oh my god!
In that instant, the female stall owner felt an overwhelming urge to go crazy with happiness.
A serving of pan-fried dumplings only has four, which isn't much.
Liu Lanyan and her group quickly finished their task and continued on their way.
As soon as the demon god left, the female stall owner's stall was immediately surrounded by people, all scrambling to buy the fried dumplings.
Didn't you see that the demon god ate them all?
The female stall owner was busy and cheerful, and the smile on her face just wouldn't go away.
The steamed bun vendor was so regretful he almost slapped himself to death.
Why did I act so stupid just now?
Why not give the steamed buns to the Lord?
He missed a chance to get up close and personal with the Lord.
The people on the street fell into a brief silence because of the arrival of the demon god and his companions, but then everything returned to normal.
Of course, this "normal" is relative.
He simply tried to live a normal life, buying and selling things, while his gaze remained fixed on the demon gods with a mixture of admiration and eagerness.
They really want to get close to him, but the question is, who dares?
Who would dare disturb the demon god's stroll?
They were fortunate to have encountered such a once-in-a-millennium event. Some even rushed to their nearby homes to call out their families so they could see the demon god up close.
They watched intently, but no one dared to disturb the demon god, much less join in the commotion.
So, while stealing glances at the demon god, he continued with what he was doing.
Whether they are actually selling things or genuinely buying things is debatable.
Actually, compared to passersby, the most excited people were the shopkeepers and stall owners, all of whom stared intently at Liu Lanyan, hoping that she would stop by their stalls or shops.
Even if we don't "buy" their things, it would be good if they could see the Lord up close.
Unfortunately, Liu Lanyan didn't buy anything else after the first serving of fried dumplings.
Even at the stalls selling things that young girls like, Liu Lanyan only glanced at them briefly and didn't linger.
Despite being watched by so many people, Liu Lanyan didn't feel uncomfortable at all. She continued to stroll around excitedly, occasionally pointing to a stall on the roadside and whispering something in the demon god's ear.
To outsiders, it seemed as if she had something of interest to share with the demon god.
The demon god would also follow Liu Lanyan's gaze and nod in agreement. The stall owners who were seen waited excitedly, hoping that the demon god would come and take a look.
However, very few things could pique Liu Lanyan's interest, and she could only watch from afar.
"Sweet rice balls!" After walking a third of the way down the street, Liu Lanyan finally spotted her next target and happily ran over. It was an old man selling sweet rice balls.