After entering the restaurant, Xue Fuyao could even see some members of the Demon Race deliberately revealing their demonic features. Some showed their ears, some their heads, and some were entirely in demon form, chatting merrily with those at their tables.
Such behavior was absolutely forbidden in the Central Continent, because it would frighten other people.
Only in a restaurant run by their own kind could these demons enjoy a brief moment of freedom.
Seeing these demons, who looked as though they had finally been allowed out for fresh air after a long confinement, Xue Fuyao could not help giving them a few extra looks.
"To suppress their demonic bodies, these demons have to repress their nature all day long. They've had it hard," Jimo Xiubai remarked deliberately when he noticed Xue Fuyao's reaction.
Hearing this, Xue Fuyao curled her lip and snorted. "They're better off keeping themselves in check. Besides, we didn't beg them to come live among the Human Race. Since they chose to come here, they naturally have to follow the Human Race's rules."
As the saying went, those not of our kind were bound to have different hearts.
These demons living among the Human Race merely had to suppress a little of their nature; they were still free. But what sort of lives did those humans sold to the Demon Race lead?
The two made their way to a private room on the third floor.
"Do you dislike the Demon Race that much?" Jimo Xiubai asked.
Although the Demon Race's relationship with the Devil Race had been rather ambiguous in recent years, they had not yet reached the point of openly breaking with the Human Race. Moreover, demons were rarely seen in the Southern Continent, and there was no deep-seated blood feud between the Yuanji Sect