The Demon Spirit drifted back at midnight and lay down beside Chuzheng.
Chuzheng hadn't slept yet; she turned to glance at the Demon Spirit: "Where's the... demon?"
The Demon Spirit stroked its own belly: "Hehe, ate it. Look at my horns, haven't they grown a bit?"
Chuzheng poured cold water without mercy: "No."
The Demon Spirit was understandably unhappy: "Humph, I haven't finished digesting yet, they'll grow once I'm done."
Chuzheng asked suspiciously: "What can they do when they grow?"
"Once they grow, I'll..." The Demon Spirit giggled twice: "Be even more handsome!"
"Can't tell." With that appearance, pitch black, how handsome can it get?
The Demon Spirit flicked its tail: "Humph, of course, you can't tell."
The Demon Spirit turned its head and asked: "Where's your master?"
"Don't know."
"Don't know?" The Demon Spirit sat up: "Isn't he your master? How come you don't know?"
Chuzheng had a cold face: "He's not my son, why should I know?"
