Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1054

Chapter 1054: Chapter 591 Father of Sentient Beings Chapter 1054: Chapter 591 Father of Sentient Beings Logan had no choice but to take a deep sigh.

“Ah, fine, there is really no dealing with you, I'll have to carry you on my back.”

As he spoke, he put the person on his back, steadying them securely.

“Hold on tight, if you carelessly fall off, I won't be responsible.”

He didn't forget to lean over and say this to Little Fox, but Little White didn't utter a sound.

Since lying on that solid back, she had become drowsy, the effects of the alcohol wearing off, and she leaned directly on Logan's shoulder.

Seeing her so heavily intoxicated, Logan didn't wait for any reply from her.

“Alas, I guess I owe you one.”

He felt perhaps he had owed Little White in a past life to have her as an ancester.

Carrying Little White, Logan walked step by step towards home.

On the road, his gaze suddenly paused, and his expression changed.

“Who's there? Come out.”

After a moment, a breeze blew, rustling the leaves.

A figure suddenly descended from the sky, amid a shower of peach blossoms.

“How did you know I was here?”

“I sensed your aura, it turns out you are a Peach Blossom Demon, how come you've come down here?”

Logan squinted his eyes, looking somewhat puzzled at the Peach Blossom Demon before him.

The Peach Blossom Demon looked at him, pursed her lips, her expression indescribably complex.

“I came especially to find you. Is Little White drunk?”

She noticed that he was carrying Little White and asked another question with a specific purpose.

“Hmm, she said she wanted to eat meat, so I took her to a restaurant. She started drinking a little while eating, and before long, she became drunk.”

The Peach Blossom Demon pouted, seemingly unhappy.

“How could you let her get drunk?”

Hearing this, Logan's dissatisfaction was indescribable, his brows subconsciously furrowing.

“What do you mean by that? What do you mean 'let her get drunk'? Such a baseless accusation is simply too defamatory!”

The Peach Blossom Demon was taken aback, perhaps knowing she was at fault and could not say anything to that.

Logan had little patience for her and quickly changed the subject.

“Enough, I don't want to exchange pleasantries. Just tell me what you're here for. You must have come specifically to find me, right? What exactly is it about?”

The lips of the Peach Blossom Demon formed a straight line, but in the end, she spoke the truth.

“I still believe Little White shouldn't follow you; she should return to the Demon Race.”

“So, you came all this way to tell me just that?”

Logan chuckled disdainfully, his eyes seemingly laced with scorn.

The Peach Blossom Demon was displeased.

“What's with that look in your eyes? Am I wrong in what I am saying? What freedom does she have with you? Logan, no matter what, Little White is a Fairy. If she now becomes your servant and remains your servant for the rest of her life, she will never gain her freedom. I don't want Little White to meet such a fate. Our Demon Race should be free and unbound. I hope you can be magnanimous and let Little White go, allowing her to return to the Demon Race.”

Logan listened quietly to her words, allowing her to say so much.

But when she finished, all he uttered was a light sentence.

“Are you done?”

His attitude made the Peach Blossom Demon feel slighted, as well as dissatisfied.

“What do you mean by that? Are you dissatisfied with my decision?”

“Of course.”

Logan didn't deny it.

“You really are strange. Little White made her own choice to follow me. I never forced her from the beginning to the end. Yet you keep talking about freedom. Are you blaming me for that? Peach Blossom Demon, in the end, this is all you being sentimental on your own. Have you considered Little White's feelings when you speak to me like this?”

“I might as well tell you the truth; if Little White truly wants to leave, I won't force her to stay. But if she willingly stays by my side, I won't let anyone take her away.”

He just looked at her, his face cold, yet it sent chills down the spine.

The Peach Blossom Demon swallowed hard, feeling both fear and a hint of jealousy.

Little White was indeed fortunate.

Not only did she survive against the odds, but she also met such an owner.

The Peach Blossom Demon sighed.

Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if her actions were truly for Little White's sake, or because of her own unspeakable jealousy.

Looking at Logan, a deep and unusual glint flashed through her eyes.

“You don't usually talk like this. What are you basing these accusations on?”

Logan was sensitive to these matters and quite intuitive.

He noticed something off about the Peach Blossom Demon and honed in on the essential point.

The Peach Blossom Demon's body trembled, her eyes evasive, seemingly uncertain of what to say.

“Don't hide things from me. You know I don't like to be deceived. Even with the kinship you share with Little White, if there is anything that goes against me, I won't let you off easily.”

This wasn't just a threat; it also represented his genuine thoughts.

Following a mental struggle, the Peach Blossom Demon eventually sighed and looked at Logan, telling him slowly, word by word.

“Logan, since you've seen through me, I won't hide it from you. Do you remember Little White's deceased mother?”

“I know, that old fox, what does it have to do with her?”

Hearing the words “old fox”, the Peach Blossom Demon was momentarily displeased.

But for the greater good, she ultimately held back.

“She's not just any 'old fox'. Her name is Ninth Lady, and her status within the Fox Clan is not low. Her clan members may not be able to confront you, but they have sensed the existence of Little White's bloodline.”

Chapter end

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