The Ten Thousand Demons Stele

"Godfather!"

Zhang Xuezhou rolled over, sending the thick down quilt covering him bouncing into the air.

Looking at the densely packed down in the quilt, he felt that this treatment and the bitter hardship of life in Zhang Household Village were truly two different ways of living.

In Zhang Household Village, a family that had a hemp-cloth quilt stuffed with old clothes for the winter counted as well-off. If they could stuff it with cotton, they were a wealthy household.

But here in the Snow Toad Palace, the quilt covering Zhang Xuezhou was filled with down.

Even in reality, he had never slept under a quilt this fine.

After getting up, Zhang Xuezhou could not help clicking his tongue in amazement.

He knew perfectly well where all of this had come from.

That prompted Zhang Xuezhou to call out at once.

"Young Master, the Dharma King has gone visiting several demon kings. If you need anything, you can have us servants do it!"

The bedroom door swung open, and a green fish-headed demon wearing a pair of short shorts slipped in.

Watching the demon's two short little legs sway back and forth beneath his body, Zhang Xuezhou could not help taking a few extra looks.

"And you are?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"My name is Cong Nalilai," the fish-headed demon said happily. "Young Master, if you need to wash your face or flush the toilet, be sure to call me. I can keep spitting out water for you to use!"

"I think..."

Zhang Xuezhou was just about to put the little demon to work and see what he could really do with his water-spitting ability when it suddenly occurred to him that the demon also handled things like flushing the toilet. That left him with little desire to use the water.