The Demon Lords-Chapter 608 - 99 Daily Life_4

If Zheng Fan had fooled around aimlessly every day, making public appearances everywhere, it likely wouldn't have cultivated such a positive image.

So, every time Zheng Fan appeared, the surrounding soldiers would get incredibly excited, like fanatics watching their idol.

Stimulated by the soldiers' reaction to Tian Wujing's previous appearance in the army, the demon lords had been sparing no effort in this deification movement lately.

"My Lord, I don't understand what you're saying."

"Ever since you were assigned to duty here, our Lord has started to frequent the East Gate more often."

"What does the General's preference for the East Gate have to do with me?"

"No connection? The blacksmith's workshop is in the west of the city, yet our Lord specifically goes past our East Gate to inspect it. After returning from the workshop, he again deliberately detours to come back through our East Gate. Going out of the city for inspections is one thing, but our Lord, who usually dislikes crowds, has recently begun frequently inspecting the streets. And whenever he does, he always comes to check on our East Gate. Just the day before yesterday, our Lord came to our East Gate four times."

Hearing this explanation, Yu Huaping felt somewhat helpless.

Indeed, Zheng Fan, with time on his hands lately, had taken to visiting the East Gate. A trip or two would have been understandable, but now it seemed his post-lunch and post-dinner strolls were also directed this way.

Yu Huaping could understand why Zheng Fan kept coming here. A Sword Saint was guarding his main gate; of course, he had to come and take a look from time to time! Each visit, he'd keep his lips tightly sealed, feigning seriousness, but inwardly, he was blooming with joy, immensely pleased with himself.

"Brother, I won't ask what manner of demon you are."

"I am 'sacred'."

"Hmm, 'sacred'. I won't press you. You're very diligent in your daily duties, and I can't find a single fault. I'm very satisfied with this point."

"Thank you for your praise, My Lord."

"Juyi Pavilion tonight, you must come."

"Busy tonight."

Tonight, the Sword Saint had to teach the sword boy his sword practice—a daily, unchangeable routine.

Jin Shuke wasn't angered by this. Instead, he nodded and said, "Alright then."

After speaking, Jin Shuke turned and yelled at the city guards behind him, "Eat your pastries after you're off duty! All of you, stand properly! Or the military discipline officer will come and give you a caning!"

Inside a bedroom in the private quarters of the General's mansion, the young lord was on the bed, bottom in the air, babbling, "WAH OH WAH OH." It was unclear what he was trying to say.

After seeing the child, Zheng Fan had Xue Three make another special trip to Li Tian City to inform Tian Wujing. However, the gates of the Marquis's manor remained tightly shut, and the armored soldiers outside were completely unaccommodating. Eventually, Xue Three had no choice but to sneak into the manor and leave Zheng Fan's letter there. As for whether someone else might find the letter and cause some unforeseen incident, Xue Three patted his small chest and insisted it absolutely wouldn't happen. The moment he infiltrated the manor, he had felt as if a tiger was watching him. Clearly, his every subtle move had been perceived by Tian Wujing. Therefore, it was impossible for the letter to be picked up by someone else, nor was there any chance of it being missed.

However, what Zheng Fan found difficult to understand was that from the time his letter was sent until now, Tian Wujing hadn't come himself, nor had he sent anyone to see the child. It was as if Tian Wujing had forgotten his son was still here with him.

However, as the blind man put it, viewed this way, were the Longyuan sword and those five thousand Jin soldiers considered payment for baby formula?

At this moment, the little baby, sustained by "sky-high priced" baby formula, was still diligently trying to crawl forward on the bed. There was no one in the room watching him. Leaving a child unattended on a bed like this was very dangerous, especially considering this child's incredibly precious identity.

Finally, just as the young lord had crawled halfway off the bed and was about to fall, a stone that had been placed on the bed suddenly flew up and pushed the child back.

The young lord tumbled head over heels on the bed like an uprooted spring onion. He didn't cry; instead, his two bright little eyes stared at the stone.

"WAH OH WAH OH."

The stone became still again.

Seeing this, the young lord began to crawl towards the edge of the bed once more. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Finally, the one within the stone could bear it no longer. A shadowy, black infant figure manifested—the terrifying form of Mo Wan—appearing before the young lord.

The young lord didn't cry or make a fuss. Instead, he lay on his side, looking at Mo Wan, and began to laugh heartily, waving his hands and kicking his feet in delight.

Mo Wan maintained an indifferent expression.

The young lord slowly crawled up again, moving right in front of Mo Wan. He raised his head, stuck out his little bottom, and exclaimed, "WAH OH WAH OH!"

Mo Wan opened his mouth and said grimly, "KYE KYE... KYE KYE... KYE KYE..."

"WAH OH... WAH OH... WAH OH..."

"KYE KYE..."

"WAH OH..."