Who Stole My Eggs?

On this day, Huo Yao came to torture Xie Zuo but couldn’t find him. After a closer look, he discovered Xie Zuo sneakily hiding behind a big stone, wrapped tightly in black cloth from head to toe, with only a pair of scarlet eyes exposed.

“What are you doing again?” Huo Yao shouted. “Xie Zuo, come out and be tortured!”

Xie Zuo refused to appear and remained hidden.

Huo Yao frowned, raising a strong wind to blow away the black cloth on Xie Zuo’s head.

Reluctantly, Xie Zuo walked out, looked up at Huo Yao stubbornly, and said angrily, “Why? Can’t I be tortured with my head covered?”

Huo Yao stared at Xie Zuo’s moldy green face, speechless. “What did you eat again?”

Unhappy, Xie Zuo replied, “That yaksha is really poisonous. I haven’t digested it yet, and it made my face look like this!”

Huo Yao remained silent for a while, then said, “Let’s get started.”

Xie Zuo, recalling Lao Luo’s instructions, quickly took off his clothes, folded them carefully, and put them aside.

Huo Yao observed the naked striped Xie Zuo, whose whole body had turned moldy green, resembling a stone statue covered with moss. “What are you doing taking off your clothes? Put them back on quickly!”

Xie Zuo seriously replied, “This is the first gift you gave me. I’m afraid it will be damaged by lightning. I will put it back on after the torture. Come on.”

Huo Yao hesitated briefly, and the strong wind carried thunder and lightning. The clothes were blown back to Xie Zuo, but the thunder punishment was not spared.

After the torture, Xie Zuo laid weakly on the ground and looked at Huo Yao, “Great Thunder Deity, can’t you show some mercy?”

Ignoring him, Huo Yao handed him a brand-new set of clothes and a pair of black shoes, throwing the socks to him. “Put them on.”

Xie Zuo smiled, thinking Huo Yao was giving him another gift. He found the gesture hypocritical, as it was evident that Huo Yao wanted to practice dual cultivation with him but was being indirect.

After resting for a while, Xie Zuo sat up, picked up his shoes and socks, and examined them curiously. “This is not yours. Where did it come from, and why wasn’t it corroded by the blood mist?”

Huo Yao didn’t bother to explain. “Put it on.”

Xie Zuo glanced at Huo Yao, put on his shoes and socks like him, stood up, and jumped twice, “Hey, it’s quite comfortable, it fits perfectly!”

Huo Yao, feeling uneasy, looked away from Xie Zuo’s excited expression.

A wisp of green smoke emerged from the black boots on Xie Zuo’s feet, slowly transforming into a woman wearing colorful brocade clothes with a gentle and kind face.

The woman looked at Xie Zuo, a little curious, “Are you someone whom Heavenly Deity cherishes very much? This is my hard work. I am grateful to the Heavenly Deity for helping me. I hope you like it.”

After the woman finished speaking, she disappeared.

Xie Zuo felt uncomfortable and had the urge to take off his shoes and socks immediately. Huo Yao had given him a personal item made by his sweetheart. Was Huo Yao looking down on him, the mighty Demon King, as someone who lacked shoes?

Huo Yao also didn’t expect that there was still a trace of her soul in the clothes given by the Deity of Needlework, and he felt a little emotional.

Unexpectedly, Xie Zuo started to go crazy. He kicked off the shoes and socks he had just put on, lit a fire, and threw all the clothes and socks into the flames.

Huo Yao intervened, stamped out the flames with one foot, and scolded, “Xie Zuo, what are you making a fuss about?”

Xie Zuo snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and turned around, ignoring him.

Huo Yao picked up the clothes given by the Deity of Needlework and found that they were undamaged. He scolded Xie Zuo, “If you don’t like it, don’t use it. Why ruin other people’s hard work!”

Xie Zuo replied with a dismissive “Humph!”

Lao Luo saw that a misunderstanding was about to escalate. He flew out of Xie Zuo’s sleeves to save the situation, “Your Majesty has misunderstood. The Deity of Needlework and Heavenly Deity, the Great Deity of Thunder, have no personal relationship at all!”

Xie Zuo: ??

Huo Yao: …

Although Lao Luo was afraid of Huo Yao, he fought hard for his master’s courtship. He boldly said, “The Deity of Needlework was a mortal. She was in love and harmony with her husband during her lifetime. After her death, she still misses her husband even after she ascends.”

It turned out that the Deity of Needlework was originally a weaver in the human world, and her needlework skills were superb. One day, she and her husband were robbed by bandits and rescued by Huo Yao, who happened to pass by. It wasn’t until many years later that she ascended to become a little fairy specializing in needlework, not knowing that it was the Great Thunder Deity Huo Yao who saved the couple that day.

“…As far as I know, the Deity of Needlework died yesterday, and her catastrophe has arrived. It was the Deity of Thunder who executed the tribulation himself, but she did not survive. Before the execution, the Deity of Needlework gave this set of clothes to the Deity of Thunder as a token of gratitude. Your Majesty, this set of clothes is a rare treasure, and the Great Thunder Deity values you very much.”

Lao Luo said as he hid in Xie Zuo’s sleeves, not wanting to attract Huo Yao’s attention. He explained, “I didn’t mean to pry, but everything happening in this world automatically becomes known to me. It’s not intentional—”

Unfortunately, Huo Yao still noticed and pulled Lao Luo out of Xie Zuo’s sleeve, asking, “Are you Luo Shu?”

Lao Luo smiled apologetically, “That was in the past life. Now, I’m just casual reading material for His Majesty the Demon King.”

Xie Zuo was embarrassed and quickly used this to change the subject when Huo Yao asked about Lao Luo, “Do you know Lao Luo?”

“Lao Luo?” Huo Yao explained to Xie Zuo, “This is the second volume of the Heavenly Book—Luo Shu. The first volume, River Map, has entered the realm of a Great Deity, but this second volume confuses people with evil words and a twisted tongue, stirring up hatred until it degenerates into a demon. It was suppressed here by the Heavenly Father, but it’s still alive.”

Lao Luo sighed, “Everyone in the world has misunderstood me—”

Xie Zuo feared Huo Yao might confiscate Lao Luo, so he snatched it back and stuffed it into his sleeve, saying, “This is my refining magic weapon. Don’t touch my things.”

Huo Yao wanted to confiscate it but refrained, only reminding, “This old demon tricks people’s minds with words. Don’t listen to its nonsense.”

Xie Zuo retorted, “It’s a demon. Do you need to remind me?” Realizing he forgot Lao Luo’s instructions about Huo Yao, he contemplated making amends.

As Huo Yao considered leaving after the thunderbolt punishment, Xie Zuo held him back, asking for the clothes.

Huo Yao thought, ‘This evil beast has a perverse temperament. I don’t know how many years it’ll take to get rid of his crazy temper.’

Xie Zuo put away his new clothes but felt a sudden pain in his abdomen, bending over.

“What’s wrong?” Huo Yao asked.

The pain was momentary, but Xie Zuo seized the opportunity, kneeling on the ground, saying, “My stomach hurts…”

Huo Yao was a little doubtful. He could bear the thunder and torture, but the stomach hurt…

Xie Zuo curled up into a ball. He asked out, “Why is it hurt so much? Am I being poisoned by that yaksha?”

Huo Yao looked at Xie Zuo’s still green face, hesitated for a moment, and then knelt down to help him into his arms.

“Don’t move,” Huo Yao said, placing his big hand on Xie Zuo’s belly. Before he could explore it carefully, he heard a growl. “Gululu~”

Xie Zuo froze for a moment.

Aren’t you just hungry?”

Huo Yao glanced at him coldly, and a soft golden light emitted from his palm.

After a moment, Xie Zuo felt his whole body relax suddenly, knowing that Huo Yao had helped him detoxify.

“Can you still heal? Aren’t you the Deity of Killing?”

“Who do you think is the Deity of Killing?”

Xie Zuo shut up. He found that he could always offend Huo Yao with just a few words. How wonderful.

He snuggling into Huo Yao’s arms, blinked his eyes, and wanted to bite him impulsively and drink a few mouthfuls of blood, but unfortunately…

Huo Yao pushed him away, “Get up when you’re okay.”

“Oh. Thank you.” Xie Zuo stood up and said, “Great Thunder Deity, I have a question.”

“Say.”

“I have never harmed anyone. Why should I be suppressed here?”

Huo Yao ignored him.

“According to your calculation of merit, I have swallowed a lot of demons and demons since I was born. Even if I wanted to eat people when I came to the world, but I haven’t eaten any of them yet? In any case, the merits outweigh the faults. I don’t want to eat humans now. When can I get out?”

Huo Yao heard for the first time that the demon suppressed in the abyss was still thinking about being released.

“Your viciousness has not been eliminated. Once you get out, you will definitely bring disaster to the world. Stop thinking about such messy things. You must be punished and practice honestly. When the day comes when your evil nature has improved, heaven and earth will have their own laws to let you out.”

Xie Zuo lowered his head, “I may not be able to wait for that day. Either I will be hacked to death by you, or I will be swallowed by fog.”

Huo Yao felt that Xie Zuo was a little weird today; he seemed to be much more sentimental than before.

Xie Zuo sighed, “I heard from Lao Luo that now is March, the season when the mountain flowers are blooming. I really want to see it. What do the mountain flowers look like?”

Huo Yao thought, maybe Xie Zuo was not hopeless. He now yearned for beautiful things. If he was guided, it might really be possible to give up his evil nature and become enlightened.

Huo Yao said, “I can bring you whatever flowers you want to see.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

In the abyss, just bring whatever flowers you want?