467: Chapter 462: 16 Years Old 467: Chapter 462: 16 Years Old … When they returned to the cave, the skeleton that had been lying on the mound had once again scattered into small piles of bone dust. Seeing Fang Geyu and Yun Rong return, Baili An couldn’t help but ask, “What were you two talking about? You were gone for so long.” Yun Rong had now put her cloak’s hood back on, and her gaze, hidden in the shadows, glanced at the beauty’s head hanging from his waist without a trace of emotion before suddenly saying, “Shall we leave that skeleton with you for now?” The beauty’s head, with traces of unslept tears in her eyes and yawning grandly, said, “It’s just an old set of bones, hardly a precious artifact. Is there really a need to fuss over it? Just dig a hole and bury it anywhere.” Under Fang Geyu’s gaze, Baili An didn’t say much and decisively accepted the skeleton into the bi shengyu. “I think it’d be better to dig a hole to bury that nagging, horrifying big head of yours first, and maybe fertilize it a bit – who knows, maybe next year it will sprout a bunch of foxtail blooms. Fang Geyu, seemingly producing a piece of foxtail out of thin air, inserted it into the tresses of the beauty’s head. With a smirk both cold and sweet, she said, “Look, it suits you, particularly since both were picked up casually from the roadside.” The Demon Lord, smiling with no hint of warmth, said, “Sweet-tongued little girl.” Fang Geyu chuckled coldly, about to speak when suddenly, the cave was filled with the aroma of roasting meat. The three of them turned their attention unanimously towards the interior of the cave. There, they saw Si Li, propping up her jaw, seated beside the fire. Her black dress was like a wild berry in the night, the soft light of the fire spilling over her brows and into her majestic mountain and river eyes, casting unintentional aloofness. She seemed uncaring about everything that had taken place within the Bronze Gate. Beneath her black dress, a pile of bloodstained, grey rabbit fur lay, and her hand, tasked with roasting the rabbit meat, was well-defined, her skin cool as pottery. The sharp tips of her fingers were still stained with a few strands of blood. Those hands, which should, by all rights, never touch mundane waters… were now engaged in such a common task, personally roasting a wild rabbit. The Demon Clan’s assassin, Hong Zhuang, sat obediently beside her, the eye beneath her mask not straying as it intensely watched the roasting rabbit in her hand. Baili An looked at the rabbit fur on the ground, discreetly hiding Afu Tu, who had been sleeping soundly in his arms, within the bi shengyu. Only then did he relax and asked, “Sister Si Li, are you roasting rabbit?” Si Li responded indifferently with a hum, “I’m hungry.” She gently turned the rabbit in her hand, the enticing fat dripping into the fire, sparking a flurry of flames. Baili An opened his mouth, hesitating before finally saying, “You eat rabbit?” Si Li glanced at him, “If not rabbit, should I eat that little human girl by your side?” Baili An shook his head repeatedly, “I was just wondering, aren’t corpse demons unable to eat human food?” Si Li’s eyes revealed a faint displeasure, “Are you comparing me to those lower-class corpse demons?” Baili An realized she had a point; other than disliking sunlight and having a taste for fresh blood, Si Li’s habits seemed no different from those of ordinary people. Looking at the crisp, golden rabbit, he understood that it must be delicious, given Hong Zhuang’s stiff posture and intense gaze at the rabbit in Si Li’s hands. He had never imagined that Si Li could possess such culinary skills. “The fire’s too low, add some wood.” “Don’t use damp leaves, they produce smoke, and it will taint my rabbit.” Taking advantage of her cooking skills, Si Li lazily rotated the rabbit on the stick, unabashedly instructing the subdued Enchanting Demon, Hong Zhuang. For the first time, Baili An realized that even a demon like the Enchanting Demon could add wood to the fire and assist without dignity, just for a bite to eat. Yet, he could tell, both seemed to take pleasure in their roles. While roasting the rabbit, Sister Si Li remained untouched, her face expressing cold nobility. But when everyone’s surprised gazes were fixed on her handling of the rabbit meat, her fox-like eyes with fierce demon energy instinctively narrowed, and as the corners stretched out, the fierceness diminished by three parts, leaving only a slight smugness. I sent out a Pici Bird a while ago to observe the world, and it should be returning soon. I’ll go check on it.” Baili An, who could not partake in the rabbit meat, left the cave. Fang Geyu also felt a bit hungry and considered whether she should go out and catch some rabbits or chickens to eat. But recalling her own woefully lacking survival skills, incapable of roasting meat, let alone plucking feathers, she decided against it. “Human girl,” Si Li suddenly called out to her. Fang Geyu looked up to see the Princess casually setting aside a plump rabbit leg. The golden grease stained her pale fingertips, and she eyed Fang Geyu with her narrow, beautiful, ambiguously fixed fox eyes, saying, “For you to eat.” me?” Fang Geyu stood there, taken aback with a rare feeling of honoured bewilderment. The Corpse Demon Clan was notoriously hostile to humans, regarding them as mere food. The higher-ranking corpse demons particularly viewed humans with contempt and disdain. This perfectly roasted first rabbit leg – was Princess Si Li showing mercy, willing to give it to her? With her mask covered in soot, the Enchanting Demon, Hong Zhuang, gazed dully at the rabbit leg in Si Li’s hand. Slowly, her brows twisted, but she said nothing, retreated to a proper sitting position, leaving an unhappy silhouette to them. Confronted with Si Li’s gaze, Fang Geyu suddenly seemed to grasp something. Her face flushed, and with a coy hum, she turned her head aside saying, “I don’t fancy the rabbit meat grilled by your sister.” During this exchange, the young lady had already moved swiftly beside Si Li, taking the rabbit leg and carefully holding it, gently blowing on the piping oil to cool the crispy skin. Si Li’s eyes fell upon her slender, pale neck, appearing frail and breakable, adorned with a ring of soft down that only a young girl possesses. She inquired, “Human girl, how old are you this year?” Fang Geyu blinked, “Sixteen.” “Sixteen…” The season of sweetness and ripeness. A significant smile curled on Si Li’s lips as she suddenly raised her fingertip to gently stroke Fang Geyu’s pale neck, “Has my little brother bitten your neck? Fang Geyu almost dropped the rabbit leg, pulling her neck away without a word. Si Li smiled broadly, “It seems he has?” And judging by the reaction, it had been willingly offered. Throughout history, humans who would proffer their own blood as food were rare, at least in Si Li’s experience – she had never met such a human. A chill suddenly closed in. Fang Geyu’s eyes widened as she placed the rabbit leg at her lips, preventing Si Li’s tusks from piercing her neck. She frowned disapprovingly at Si Li, “I won’t let you bite.”