That day, the only Ziqiong Fruit that had been planted for ten thousand years at Muyun Immortal Peak was consumed entirely by the Blood Crows he brought.
The Demon Lord from a thousand years ago had always been this way.
Having lived for thousands of years, yet retaining a certain childlike demeanor, it's really because of having too much time on his hands.
Ye Yin ate with satisfaction, fluttering its wings and landing on Nie Jiuque's shoulder.
Nie Jiuque lay on a tree branch, one hand under his head, the other playing with a deep purple Ziqiong Fruit the size of an apple.
The Ziqiong Fruit was tossed into the air from time to time.
"Since when has the Immortal Realm become so affluent, a few hundred Ziqiong Fruits and not a single guard?"
Nie Jiuque remarked with disinterest.
The face beneath the mask, stunningly beyond compare, was full of boredom.
"Wow~"
The Ye Yin on his shoulder suddenly made a sound, as if reminding him of something.
