Li Muge was startled. These people must be brainless. In their rage, they were wildly criticizing him. How could he just approach them?

Sure enough, several demons dared to get close to Yun Qi, but before they could even speak, their throats were slit by a rapidly spinning folding fan.

Yun Qi transformed back into human form, his face so black it could be boiled in oil.

"Li Muge, you have no martial ethics and no sense of shame."

"Why do you keep peeling off my scales when we're fighting?"

Li Muge put her hands on her hips and said, "Demon Lord, who told you to ruin my newly grown feathers? You despicable wretch!"

"You must have picked all the bamboo shoots on the mountain, Demon Lord."

Yun Qi was about to retort with a sarcastic remark when he noticed that Li Muge was still only wearing a bodice.

Several men with ill intentions had already glanced at Li Muge several times.

Yun Qi didn't know why, but he just felt uneasy.

He clenched his fists, and the eyes of several men present immediately popped out of their sockets.

Li Muge retorted angrily, "What are you doing, Demon Lord? This is my territory, not your demon realm!"

Yun Qi took off his outer garment and used magic to drape it over Li Muge, making it impossible for Li Muge to take it off.

Li Muge felt like she had seen a ghost.

Yun Qi's expression darkened: "Li Muge, I'm very unhappy."

"Hmm, then why are you unhappy, Demon Lord?" Li Muge asked patiently, knowing she had to be tolerant of intermittent bouts of mental illness.

"Is it any of your business?" Yun Qi turned around and went straight back to his room.

"No, Yun Qi, have you no shame? This is my room, my bed." Li Muge realized what was happening and hurriedly chased after him.