FRGNM -Chapter 92 The Demon

Ling Ruoxi’s lips twitched violently, glaring at Luo Mingyu. “Can you stop being so childish? How do you expect the kids to see this?”

“Of course they’re not allowed to see it. Do you think I’d let them watch us being… affectionate?”

“Get lost!”

She wanted nothing more than to kick him out. Ling Ruoxi finally understood what it meant when people said men could be impossible—completely reckless, utterly insane! And right now, this man was acting like a child! No, scratch that—he only acted childish in front of her.

Luo Mingyu wrapped his arms around her slender waist, grinning mischievously. “I’m not going anywhere. According to what you just said, it’s just you and me… so let’s get started. I’m ready.”

“…Ugh!” Ling Ruoxi’s mood was worse than being tossed in a stormy sea. She wanted nothing more than to shove him away, but he held her firmly in his arms. She couldn’t struggle at all.

This despicable man! Every single time, it’s just bullying her. Acting all tough just because he has Dou Qi—he thinks he’s amazing!

“Daddy, Mommy, Brother’s home, we—”

Bang! The door swung open. The two small, foolish children standing there froze, staring at the couple kissing inside the room. Even Yizhui, who had rushed back, widened his eyes in disbelief, rubbing them hard to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.

“Let go of me! The kids are here!” Ling Ruoxi’s face flushed red, and she nearly pushed him away on the spot.

Sharp-eyed Yizhui noticed her blushing and asked, “Mom, why is your face red? Are you feeling unwell, or did you drink again?”

“It must be it! I remember last time you drank, Mom’s face turned all red too,” Yimeng nodded firmly, observing the couple hugging inside.

Luo Mingyu didn’t let go, holding Ling Ruoxi tightly. He bent down and kissed her neck, lips curling in a confident smile. “Yizhui, Yimeng, you two go out first. The food’s on the table—eat by yourselves. Daddy has to check on your mother’s health. Tonight, it’s just you two sleeping. Don’t bother her.”

“Oh… let’s go, Brother Yizhui,” Yimeng said, somewhat understanding, pulling her brother’s hand as they left the room.

Once the children were gone, Luo Mingyu quickly sealed the area with a barrier. This was the academy—full of people and prying eyes. He didn’t want others to witness what he and the woman he loved were about to do.

“Luo Mingyu!” Ling Ruoxi was so frustrated she wanted to grab a knife. He actually did this in front of the children, and even tricked them into leaving!

Luo Mingyu raised his brows and smiled. “What’s wrong, Ruoxi? Did I do the right thing? Now, our time together won’t be interrupted.”

“Don’t touch me! I’ll bite you if you do!” Ling Ruoxi snapped, trying to bite his fingers. But Luo Mingyu didn’t move; he simply waited for her to throw herself at him.

He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, lightly pressing her small head, and kissed her luscious red lips. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to claim her entirely.

She was like a sorceress—every glance, every smile ignited his desire. This woman was far too enchanting.

He needed her, couldn’t live without her. But a fear gnawed at him—fear that she might leave him suddenly.

“Ruoxi… Ruoxi, don’t leave me, okay?” Luo Mingyu murmured, removing his clothing as he held her close. His black eyes darkened, and his heated kisses seemed to try and melt her very being, pressing against her tender body.

Trembling slightly, Ling Ruoxi still wasn’t fully accustomed, her eyes clouded as she gazed at him.

Leave him? She…Leave? Could she?

From the moment she arrived here, she had already decided: she would never leave this place. And the only person she could rely on—truly rely on—was this man in front of her.

If one day he left, she would take her children and disappear to a place where no one could find them.

“I won’t leave…” she murmured, a faint smile on her lips. At this moment, her heart and mind had relaxed. No matter how infuriating he was, it didn’t matter anymore.

She wouldn’t leave. Never.

“Brother Yizhui, your face looks terrible. Did you fight with Zhou Zhiwen again?” At the dinner table, Yimeng asked, noticing Yizhui’s pale face, furrowed brows, and bulging veins in his arms.

Shaking his head, Yizhui examined his right hand, now fully healed, no trace of the earlier cut.

No… it wasn’t like that. His hand… felt as though another force was controlling his arm, making him want to grab someone’s neck, crush their bones, even devour their heart.

Shivering all over, Yimeng sensed the danger and instinctively stepped back, wary of her brother. Even the Wyvern perched on her shoulder felt the threat. “Little Mistress, be careful! He seems… controlled!”

“How could this be? How could my brother be controlled?” Yimeng whispered fearfully, stepping back.

The Wyvern’s voice lowered: “Do you know why I attacked this academy?”

“No.” For centuries, this academy had stood untouched by monster attacks. At most, there had been autumn beast waves, but this timing didn’t match anything.

The Wyvern landed on Yimeng’s shoulder, lowering its voice. “It’s because I was being controlled by something else. I was training in the Bamboo Sea when I heard a voice and ended up outside your academy. That thing is powerful—it completely controlled our movements, showed us the weak points of the academy, and forced us to strike from underground. In the end, your father subdued me. But I’m certain that thing is still here. It might even be controlling your brother.”

Yimeng took a sharp breath, leaning against the door, looking at Yizhui, still clutching his arm. “Then… what should I do? Brother can’t stay controlled!”

“I don’t know either. Ask your father—maybe he knows!” the Wyvern said, flapping its wings and landing on the dining table.

Suddenly, Yizhui raised his head. Blood-red light flashed in his eyes. A deathly aura burst forth. The Wyvern on the table trembled and fell.

The pressure—it was unlike anything she had ever seen, heavier than mountains, like the sky itself pressing down.

The aura was suffocating. The small figure of Yizhui rose, his face grim, stepping toward the door.

Yimeng’s legs gave out, and she fell to the floor, every hair on her body standing on end. The strange aura was unbearable! That wasn’t her brother. There was another presence within him.

“Little girl,” a low voice came from Yizhui. The boy crouched, blood-red eyes fixed on Yimeng, mouth splitting into a grin revealing sharp teeth.

“So, you’re the natural-born emperor beast tamer. But after I kill that old man, I’ll have some real fun with you.” He pressed his hand to Yimeng’s shoulder and slowly stood, mechanically stepping forward.

His aura overshadowed her completely. Yimeng’s pupils constricted, tears streaming down her face, staring blankly ahead. She could feel his pain—it must hurt so much.

In her mind, countless images unfolded. Those were his memories, his entire life. After centuries, he had emerged to take revenge, to personally slaughter the one who killed his mother.

“No… no, Daddy, Daddy…” Yimeng cried, too weak to stand, biting her lips, sobbing quietly while watching the Wyvern on the table.

Sleeping Luo Jiangyu awoke, shaken by a blood-red scene replaying in his mind. He couldn’t understand why he dreamed of the dragon he had slain a thousand years ago.

He instinctively rubbed his temples. Thunder shook outside. A frail figure stood at the window, eyes drenched in blood, staring at him.

Startled, Luo Jiangyu quickly opened the window. “Yizhui, what are you doing out there? Come inside. Are you hungry? Boys grow fast—they do eat more.”

He grabbed a towel to wipe Yizhui’s head. “Grandpa has some snacks. You didn’t eat dinner, did you? Sit, wipe yourself, I’ll give you something to eat.”

Yizhui’s blood-red eyes locked on the figure outside. He touched the dagger hidden in his sleeve and stepped forward mechanically.

The night echoed with cries—terrifying, bone-chilling.

Ling Ruoxi, just waking, frowned. Deep inside, a voice called to her, like Yizhui… and like Yimeng.

Countless voices converged, terrifying in their intensity.

“Mom! Mom! Wuu… Daddy, Daddy, please save Brother Yizhui, save him…” The maternal bond, this special connection, surged through her heart. Ling Ruoxi bolted upright, glancing at the sleeping man beside her, instinctively looking outside.

The room was sealed by barriers. She couldn’t hear anything—just flashes of lightning outside and pouring rain.

Was it just her imagination? But her heart… instinctively pressed to her chest. Unease rose from deep within.

“What’s wrong?” Luo Mingyu immediately sensed her movement, holding her and kissing her cheek. She had just rested—why was she awake?

Shaking her head, Ling Ruoxi sat up. “I feel uneasy. It’s like Yimeng is calling me, Yizhui is crying—they…”

“Just because you’re sleeping next to me for one night, you miss them already?” He pinched her nose, stretching lazily as he sat up. “I’ll remove the barriers. I told you, you’re imagining things. Those two little ones should already be asleep…”