If Shang Yang knew what Shen Gui was thinking right now, she would only roll her eyes at him.
Do you take me for an idiot?
Last time, you said my palace was merely passable. This time, you're praising it to the heavens—if I believed anything you said again, I'd be a ghost.
Still, seeing Shen Gui's speechless, heaven-sighing expression, Shang Yang curled her lips. "Fine, I'll forgive you this time. Otherwise, if someone sees us later, they might think I've been bullying you, the envoy of Heavenly Demon City. I can't bear such an accusation."
Shen Gui's eyes lit up at once, and he immediately perked up. "So, Daoist Friend Shang Yang, does that mean we can put what happened last time behind us?"
Watching Shen Gui practically become a different person before and after, even Shang Yang, eccentric as she was, could not help grumbling inwardly—How did Empress Nuwa ever take a liking to you?
Unfortunately, even if Shang Yang's imagination were amplified ten thousandfold, she could never have imagined that Nuwa was actually a goofball.
Just as the famous writer Zhou Shuren from Shen Gui's previous life had once said:
"In this world, everyone is actually a goofball. But if you are strong enough, then you are not a goofball."
In any case, Shen Gui had passed Shang Yang's test.
Shen Gui also let out a sigh of relief.
After all, being kept in mind by a woman—especially a very powerful woman—was quite terrifying, at least in Shen Gui's opinion.
For the next stretch of time, the various Demon Kings all began to busy themselves.
After all, gathering the armies under the command of all the Demon Kings was no simple task, even with their cooperation.
The only two Demon Kings who were relatively free were probably