OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 539: Sleep If You Want, Why Struggle?
Zhi’er said drowsily: "My mother is very powerful, she can move mountains, she’s super strong."
Moving mountains...
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows in thought.
Indeed, I’ve heard of some Taoists or cultivators in the Mortal World who possess the ability to move mountains and shift ridges.
However, most of them summon Demon Spirits for their own use.
Could it be that Zhi’er’s mother is one of them?
If that’s the case, it wouldn’t be hard to imagine why this little rascal carries the scent of good fortune everywhere.
Perhaps her mother performed some rituals of protection for her.
In just a moment, Zhi’er seemed to have fallen asleep.
Her small body swayed constantly, almost touching Feng Fuce again. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
But then the little one woke up.
She was about to sit upright, but Feng Fuce directly reached out, clasping her slender neck, and then pulled her down.
The little girl lay on Feng Fuce’s lap.
"If you want to sleep, just sleep, why struggle." Feng Fuce lowered his eyes and said indifferently.
Zhi’er puffed her cheeks: "Alright, Brother Fu Ce, but you have to be responsible for taking me home!"
After saying that, in just a few blinks, she had fallen into a deep, even sleep.
Feng Fuce’s long fingers rested lightly on her soft black hair.
The jade ring on his thumb was occasionally projected by the moonlight, casting a gentle glow.
The young man remained seated, unmoving, quietly gazing down at the little girl sleeping on his lap.
He thought about how today Zhi’er followed him not out of fear, but out of curiosity.
Those beautiful eyes always darted between gazing at demons and back to him.
Thinking of this, Feng Fuce found her rather adorable, and couldn’t help but let a faint smile form on his lips.
Even the cold contours naturally etched on his brow seemed to soften considerably.
Perhaps, because he was there, she wasn’t afraid at all?
Meanwhile.
In the nine layered heaven, Jing Jia and the immortals followed the scent of the Weasel Demon, yet it vanished into thin air.
Jing Jia retracted her mana, flicking her sleeve: "Seems like it has already been subdued by Heavenly Thunder."
An immortal wondered aloud: "Logically, the Demon-locking Tower has been stable for millennia, why has it been so unstable lately?"
"Why hasn’t the seal been effective despite Your Majesty frequently strengthening it with the immortals?"
Jing Jia’s beautiful eyes flashed a cold darkness.
Back when she was severely injured by the Demon Lord, only her maid A Ruo knew about it.
If not for this, the Heavenly Court would know she lost too much mana.
If it affected the Heavenly Dao Position, then the immortals might propose Zhi’er replace her.
Because although Zhi’er is inexperienced, her Spirit Root is exceptionally high, making her the most blessed and wise soul in the Heavenly Court.
But now with the Demon-locking Tower unstable, disasters occurring in the Human World, and the Demon Lord still unfound.
Jing Jia could not leave this mess to her daughter.
She said lightly: "A seal, by its nature, is prone to issues despite being tight, so it’s inevitable that some evil may escape over time."
"After this, I will lead everyone in further strengthening the Demon-locking Tower to ensure complete security."
The immortals bowed: "Your Majesty is working hard."
When Jing Jia returned to her palace, her face was already somewhat pale.
A Ruo, concerned, handed her a cup of Immortal Tea.
"Your Majesty was nourishing the origin, unexpectedly interrupted, are you feeling worse now?"
Jing Jia waved her hand: "It’s no matter, A Ruo, you guard this place well, and don’t let anyone disturb me for the next four hours."
A Ruo nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Your Majesty, rest assured."
Jing Jia entered the immortal room.
She needed to calm her breath and first treat the internal injuries inflicted years ago by the Demon Lord.
