Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Yun Xia stood there and watched the little kid roll up his silver long hair. He hugged his hair with his fair and slender arm and walked towards her with big strides.
He was still very young and staggered to his feet, swaying a little. He walked towards her and raised his pale face to look at her.
Yun Xia curiously looked back.
The little kid was only around five years old and his pretty features were still very childlike. However, his grey eyes were filled with indifference.
He looked a little different from zombies…
‘He seems to have consciousness?’
The demon lord narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists as she prepared to punch him in fear that the little zombie before her would pounce onto her and bite her to pass on the zombie virus.
The little boy carried his silver hair and pursed his lips while quietly observing her actions.
Although his grey eyes looked very pretty, due to the absence of expression, he looked very unfeeling and reserved.
He did not bite her, only standing from afar and watched her without moving a single step.
Yun Xia felt that something wasn’t right.
She felt a sense of familiarity with the little boy’s scent.
She also came here because she sensed a familiar vibe from him.
It seemed as though she had an inkling somewhere…
Her round eyes blinked as she tried to reach her hand out and harshly pinched the little zombie’s cheeks.
She then quickly retracted her hand back.
In case, she got bitten by him.
However, the little zombie did not make a move.
The five-year-old little zombie probably didn’t think that he would be pinched in the cheeks and looked at her with a cold gaze. His pale cheeks were harshly pinched and a red fingerprint immediately could be seen.
His face was devoid of expression while his grey lifeless eyes stared at the girl and pouted.
Yun Xia was even more amazed.
Eh? This little zombie could even get angry?
The great demon lord was excited by his response and quickly pinched his cheeks again before retracting her hand in caution.
The little zombie carried his silver hair and stood at the same place. He was cold yet angry, however, he did not bite her.
Ahahahaha!
Yun Xia felt that it was very fun.
When she pinched his cheeks, she touched his fair and soft skin. Other than his cold temperature, he was no different from a normal human being.
His skin even felt very soft and smooth.
Yun Xia slightly furrowed her eyebrows and dug her fingernails into her palm as she tried to recollect where he saw him before…
When she was born, she was thrown into this world by the Heavens.
Furthermore, this was the first world.
She had not even interacted with many people. So, how could she sense such a familiar feeling from him?
Tss… wait a minute.
Yun Xia suddenly recalled something——
Oh, right!
——The Heavens?
The Heavens who had thrown her into this world had the same aura as him—A superior pureness that did not allow anyone to taint it, extreme coldness and calmness…
Also, other than having a stone-cold expression, the God of Heaven was indeed a beauty.
Yun Xia knew that in every single world, there would be a reincarnation of Heaven to protect the operating rules of the little world.
However, she did not wish to meet it.
Even if in the minor world, the reincarnation of Heaven had no memories and did not know her.
However, Yun Xia was a demon lord and did not like to be restricted since birth. Yet, the Heavens had always been emotionless and cold. To hang around his reincarnation would be to search for trouble.
The great demon lord furrowed her eyebrows to think.
As a demon lord, she had to be suppressed by the Heavens in the minor world. Hence, when she came into this world, she was directly sent near the reincarnation of Heaven.
Tch, how annoying.
She raised her pitch-black eyes and looked at the young and beautiful zombie kid.
His face was really very nice to look at…
The great demon lord eerily exposed her canine teeth.
She could not forget how a newborn demon lord like her was being tortured by the Heavens.
Over here, that icy cold God of Heaven should not be very powerful.
She must give him a good beating!
Beat him into a pulp!