Seeing Lu Zheng and Shen Ying appear, Wang Manzhu hurriedly changed direction.
"Immortal Elder, spare my life! Immortal Elder, spare my life!"
"This scholar already promised to give me his heart, and this little demon also gave him her pure body to desecrate. Both sides were willing; it was a fair trade."
Wang Manzhu offered an explanation, then pleaded mournfully, "But this little demon does not want it anymore. I beg the Immortal Elder for mercy—please let this little demon leave!"
Lu Zheng could not help laughing. "So we're the unreasonable ones?"
Shen Ying gave a cold laugh. "You certainly know how to play with words. Is the 'giving you his heart' that he meant the same as the 'giving you his heart' that you meant?"
Wang Manzhu trembled all over. This so-called contract of hers had always been nothing but an excuse—an excuse she used when chatting with other demons, to flaunt that she did not slaughter innocents indiscriminately and elevate her own stature.
But when trouble truly came, that excuse was no more than a joke. Using it to beg for mercy now was practically an insult to Lu Zheng and Shen Ying's intelligence.
Lu Zheng shook his head with an amused smile. "Look at this mess. You had quite a sense of ceremony. If you'd simply ripped out his heart and guts without a care the moment you met him, you wouldn't have run into us.
But now look at you. You just had to make it romantic—before eating, you had to give thanks and swear an oath, making him offer up his own heart. In the end, you dawdled and wandered about until you wandered right into trouble, didn't you?"
Wang Manzhu's face twisted bitterly.
Other demons had said such things to her before, but when