Chapter 10 — Raising a Demon King as a Pet by Mistake

Another week passed. Every day he sends three text messages on time: Good morning, photos of the kids' activities and good night. Sometimes he will "accidentally" appear in the corner of the photo—the shirt cuff, the tea cup next to him, or the profile with silver white hair on the window sill. Never directly sent selfies. But those "accidental" parts put together make people's hearts beat faster than any carefully arranged photo. On the tenth day, he sent a text message:

"Tomorrow the deity has something to do near your school. If it's convenient... can we meet once? There are a few things related to the cubs that need to be discussed in person."

I was about to answer “yes”— A message appeared on the screen.

“It's just public business.”

Then the third message:

“You don't need to feel pressured.”

Wednesday news:

“If it's not convenient, there's no need to force it.”

I looked at four messages in a row and burst out laughing. Duong Duong is the master of all love. This is so stressful again. I answer in one word:

“Coming.”

—

The next day, he arrived. Still has silver white hair tied back with a dark strip of cloth. He wore a black coat that was tailored to fit perfectly, with the collar turned up, making the whole person look cold and forbidding. He stood under the sycamore tree in front of the school gate, holding two large bags in his hands.

“This is…”

“The young ones asked me to bring them.”

He lowered his eyes and gave me the bag.

"Doan Tu drew a picture. Nhu Me saved the biggest bead. Tieu That's baby tooth fell out, he insisted on giving it to her. Dau Sa didn't know where to steal a stone. Tuyet Cau folded a flower."

I opened my bag to look.

Doan Tu's "painting" is a pile of colorful footprints.

Half of Nhu Me's seeds were eaten— Maybe she couldn't bear it on the way. Tieu That's wolf teeth are tied with a red string. Next to it was a gray tail feather— Probably because it was too excited, it pulled it out on its own. Dau Sa's stone is just an ordinary pebble. Snowball's flower has withered. My eyes get hot.

“Thank you.”

I hugged my bag, my voice choked. He stood there, watching me bow my head and rummage through my bag, hesitating for a long time. Then, he took out something from the inside pocket of his coat. A white wildflower. Just like the flower that "Tieu Ngan" once held and placed at my feet in the backyard of the manor. He held the flower in front of me, his fingers shaking slightly.

“This belongs to the deity.”

He said. The voice is still low and steady. But the ears— The silver tips covered with soft fur that slightly peeked out from the hair— were red. I reached out my hand to receive the flower. The tip of the finger touched his finger. He did not withdraw. Neither do I. The leaves of the sycamore tree rustle in the wind. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dancing on his silver white hair. Amber eyes looked at me quietly. Inside there is no majesty of the master of ten thousand demons. There is no mourning of seventeen hundred years. Only the extremely familiar eyes—Tieu Ngan's eyes as she lay next to my pillow for countless nights.

“Dung Cuu Uyen.”

I called his name. His eyelashes trembled slightly.

“Can I touch your ear?”

His breathing stopped for half a beat. He knew I now understood what that action meant. I also know I'm understanding its meaning. He bowed his head. The silver ears were completely exposed from the hair, glowing slightly in the sunlight. I tiptoe. Her fingertips touched the tip of his ear. Warm. Soft. He closed his eyes. The shadow of my eyelashes fluttered slightly on my cheekbones. Then— An extremely small sound came from deep within his chest.

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr…”

It's exactly like Tieu Ngan's sound when I wrapped her in a towel and was blown to sleep by the dryer. I laughed. Tears and smiles flowed out at the same time.

“Phew… you still know how to purr…”

His eyes opened wide. The ears immediately pressed back. The one thousand seven hundred year old ten thousand demon master blushed like a seventeen year old boy.

"The deity doesn't exist! That's... that's just a normal physiological phenomenon when controlling anger—"

I lifted his face, stood on tiptoe and kissed his forehead. His voice immediately fell silent.

“This time…”

I said.

“I know what it means.”

His amber eyes immediately became incredibly bright. Nine silver-white tails simultaneously flared up behind them, swelling into nine giant silver clouds, almost occupying the entire space under the sycamore tree. The students passing by were so scared that they ran away screaming. He himself was startled and frantically wanted to retract his tail. But the nine tails were completely disobedient, each one frantically shaking back and forth.

“The deity… is not… this is just a reaction due to stimulation!”

I laughed so much that I squatted on the ground. He also squatted in front of me, his white hair falling between us. The nine tails gave up resisting and scrambled to wrap themselves around my body— Two wrapped around my wrists. An arm wrap. Three waist wraps. Two are placed on the shoulders. The last one, which is also the fluffiest and softest, gently covers the back of my head. Pulling me into a warm, silver world that belongs completely to him. His forehead pressed against mine. Amber eyes were right in front of him.

“Khuong Niem Niem.”

He said. The voice was so soft that only I could hear it.

“You said you would take care of me for the rest of my life.”

“According to the rules of our clan, words spoken become law.”

“So—”

The tip of his nose rubbed the tip of my nose.

“Please take responsibility for my deity's belly.”

—

Side story Later I learned— During the three days when Dung Cuu Uyen "secluded himself to recover", he did not practice at all. So what does he do? Bach Tu said that the master locked himself in his room and studied "Handbook for Pursuing Human Women" on his phone for three days. Search history includes but is not limited to:

“What do human women like?”

“Should I give flowers or meat?”

“How to chat on WeChat without appearing intentional?”

“What does it mean when the other person answers ‘yes’?”

“What does it mean when the other person answers ‘oh’?”

"Is the other person's reply 'ha ha' being rude to the deity?"

“How to pretend to accidentally pass by the other person's school?”

Together with—

“Will turning back into baby beast form cause the spiritual power to collapse again?”

Regarding the last sentence, Bach Tu said he advised for two hours. But in the days that followed, every few days on my dorm window sill a small silver-white fox appeared. It sat on the windowsill, its bright amber eyes looking at me. Then turn over, exposing your belly. The tail curls into a heart shape. Every time that happens, I smile and take it into my arms.

“Come on, turn over so I can see.”

“The deity has already made a contract with you, why do you still call the deity a child?”

“Be good, turn over so I can see.”

“…”

Flip.

“Grr Grrrrrrrrrrrr…”

END OF STORY.