All Chapters of She Became The Devil's Legacy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

　　Evelyn had endured to the limit, and Sagon's overly rough movements picked off the nerve in her head that controlled her endurance, and she couldn't control the retching, the gagging in her throat, her whole body like a fish lying on the dry ground.　　She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, her warm breath slapping against Sagon's fingers one at a time. The latter was completely mesmerized by her progressively disintegrating appearance, staring right back at her, his eyes brightening horribly.　　Snap, snap.　　Clear liquid spilled out of Evelyn's eyes into a full teardrop that gently smashed against Sagon's knuckles. Her eyes had gone completely red, clouded with a thick layer of water, and even her gaze had become moist and hazy.　　She lowered her eyes, which had become red, and wept silently.　　Meanwhile, Sagon froze.　　He unconsciously loosened his grip, giving Evelyn the space to breathe, and it was obvious that the other party ha

　　After a moment, Evelyn loosened her fingers and released the pointed ears that had become red. Her fingers dug into Sagon's soft, shaggy black hair, stroking delicately through it before finally finding the roots of the horns-- the　　Sagon's tail twitched momentarily with an electric shock, and he raised his head abruptly, moving so fast and furious that Evelyn dodged just in time or she would have almost had her jaw shattered by his impact.　　Sagon's tail slapped frantically against the bed covers, making a series of muffled thuds that had little deterrent effect. His face reddened as well.　　"What are you touching me there for!" Sagon's expression looked furious, "Humans don't have horns!!!"　　Evelyn froze for a moment, as if startled by Sagon, and blinked innocently, then acted as if she felt embarrassed, "Sorry, I was feeling a little curious, so ......"　　As she spoke, she reached out again, resting her hand softly on Sagon's not-so-broad sh

　　Sagon takes Evelyn to a marketplace that sells all kinds of demons.　　In this world that belonged to demons, of course there were no personal rights to speak of, and these demons that had been collared and branded as slaves had merely ended up at the mercy of others when they lost a battle with other demons, or when they were taken directly captive by unsuspecting people while walking on the road.　　The slightly stronger ones will be bought to be servants or envoys with blood pacts, while the weaker ones can only be bought to be kept in captivity as if they were livestock.　　In addition to demons, there are of course other species in the market, lowly magical beasts that do not possess advanced consciousness and humans. The latter are rarer and more pitiful, and most of the humans that appear in the market are "spoiled" by demons.　　The high-ranking demons who took them captive to the Old Realm might initially care for them like rare pets out of interest, but they would soon grow bo

　　It's Baymont.　　Evelyn's face was buried in the soft bedding, and Sagon had been pressing on the back of her head so that she couldn't look up, and therefore couldn't see Baymont's stance or the look on his face at the moment - most of the time, Baymont's black hood blocked Evelyn's view of his features, and she could only guess by the sound of his voice. Most of the time, Baymont's black hood blocked Evelyn's view of him, and Evelyn could only guess at his emotions, which barely fluctuated, by the sound of his voice.　　Now, for example, Evelyn knew without looking that Baymont was angry.　　The angrier he gets, the calmer he gets and the less willing he is to talk.　　Sagon apparently realized this as well, and he seemed to smell some sort of unusual vibe in the air, or perhaps the blood in his body was coldly reminding him of it.　　The sharp imp instantly tensed its entire body, its long, thin tail raised high, subconsciously taking a defensive s

　　The magic that Baymont had left in him was still desperately trying to prevent his wounds from undergoing even the most basic of healing, and the cuts on Sagon's arms continued to drip with blood, dark red beads of blood snapping and dripping onto the floor, and it didn't take long for them to pool into a puddle of bloodstains.　　Sagon's original pretty, girlish face was also in such a sorry state that one could not dare to look directly at it, and those turquoise eyes had been gouged out, so that there were only two black holes left in his face, and the blood that flowed out from there had congealed into two dried rivers on his face in a horrifying shape, and it did indeed make one's head numb at first glance.　　Also, his chest still bore the hole Baymont had created when he had cut it open, and Evelyn could easily see the faintly beating half of his heart hidden there by dropping her eyes.　　Evelyn stepped in front of him, crouched down, and even though the