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OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 833: My Heart Is Only for You, Treat It Well
Zhi’er paused in the act of eating tang yuan.
She looked back, blinking her big eyes in confusion.
"Always? I don’t understand. Haven’t we always been by each other’s side?"
Feng Fuce spoke meaningfully, "I’m referring to another kind of identity."
He intended to tell Zhi’er what ’Demon Pet’ meant.
However, the little one just thought about it with confusion, and suddenly her bright, grape-like eyes lit up.
She generously lifted her little eyebrows.
"Brother Fu Ce, you don’t have to hint at me, I understand."
Feng Fuce was taken aback, "What do you understand?"
"A male concubine! Don’t worry, I won’t forget what I promised you. If you don’t believe me, when we return to the palace, I’ll tell Father that when I grow up, I’ll take you as my male concubine!"
After Bai Zhi’er finished speaking, she scratched her little face with her hand, ending up with two sesame seeds sticking to her fingertips.
Making her fair skin look even more cute and soft.
But Feng Fuce couldn’t bring himself to laugh.
His face was somber, the earlier amusement had vanished without a trace.
"I’m not referring to the matter of the male concubine, and you shouldn’t talk nonsense to the Emperor. I’m talking about..."
Before Feng Fuce could finish, the waiter brought up the new dishes.
Faced with delicious food, Bai Zhi’er immediately ignored whatever Feng Fuce had wanted to say.
Holding a spoon in her left hand and chopsticks in her right, she contentedly enjoyed the meal.
Seeing her like this, Feng Fuce had no choice but to give up.
Zhi’er was still young; if he mentioned that a Demon Pet should always be by his side, accompanying him in and out of the Demon World...
Who knows, she might refuse, as Bai Xilie was still in the mortal world, she wouldn’t go anywhere. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Therefore, Fuce suppressed this thought once more.
But that night, he surprisingly had a dream.
In the dream, he saw Zhi’er dressed like a Fairy.
Her chest was radiating a faint pink-golden light.
Feng Fuce walked over, and his slender fingers gently touched her chest.
The burning sensation felt both like a dream and reality.
Zhi’er smiled sweetly, "Brother Fu Ce, look, my heart is bright and shiny, and it glows."
"Only for you to see, you must treat it well."
Feng Fuce looked at the magic light emitting from her body.
He seemed to see his mortal enemy—the Heavenly Daoist.
The next day, Feng Fuce woke up from his bed.
He lowered his head slightly, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
When his well-defined hand covered his forehead, the black hair at his temples fell against the sides of his sword-like brows, deepening the intensity of his gaze.
Zhi’er... could she really have a connection with the Heavenly Dao?
...
Above the Heavenly Court, there was already quite a stir.
It turned out that many Demons had escaped from the Demon-locking Tower.
The Heavenly Dao and the immortals went to hunt them down, only to fall into an ambush.
Jing Jia coughed up blood, fell into a coma, and was sent back to the Immortal Palace.
Immortal Doctors gathered there to treat the Heavenly Dao.
Only then did they discover that the Heavenly Dao’s inner depletion was severe; she was merely a sick body holding on!
The immortals were all in uproar.
No wonder the Heavenly Dao’s cultivation of God Hidden took longer and longer.
It was because the severe injury inflicted by the Demon Lord had never healed!
Moreover, during her time in the mortal world to heal, she had gathered mana and given birth to a daughter with a powerful Immortal Root.
All this made the already fragile divine body of the Heavenly Dao even more delicate.
The immortals murmured and sighed outside the Immortal Palace.
The Heavenly Dao needed to maintain the stability of the Three Realms; if she couldn’t even sustain her basic Primordial Spirit, how could she suppress the Four Seas and Eight Deserts?
Jing Jia was a Goddess trained single-handedly by the old Heavenly Dao.
She was born with abundant Immortal Root and advanced in cultivation rapidly, a rarity in ten thousand years.
To have fallen to such a state is truly lamentable.







