The male demon snorted with extreme disgust, then turned around and looked into the house. The moment he met Yan Baibai's eyes, a flattering smile immediately appeared on his face, and his body, which was already slightly bent, was pressed down even further.
"Miss, please don't bother with these lowly creatures. I will discipline them. If they happen again, I will just throw them to feed the monsters."
The sharp and thin voice came again. He faced the room, but his eyebrows were lowered and he did not look at Yan Baibai.
Only then did Yan Baibai finally see the male demon's face clearly. He had a white face and no beard, pale skin, and visible demonic patterns on his face. The strangest thing was the two demonic horns on his head that were cut off in the middle.
This person's identity should be similar to that of a eunuch in the human palace. Judging from his appearance, he should be a... steward?
"Who are you?" Yan Baibai asked directly with an impatient expression.
"My dear Miss, I'm Moxin. The General has sent me here to take care of you." Moxin leaned down a little more, held the serving tray forward, and said, "The General knew Miss might wake up tonight, so he ordered the kitchen to prepare some porridge. Would you like some?"
Yan Baibai observed in silence for a moment, then nodded. She remained silent, and it was unclear how Mo Xin, who kept his head down, could tell she agreed. Then, carrying the tray, he walked in without making a sound, suggesting he possessed some considerable cultivation.
Mo Xin put the tray on the table, opened the lid and served Yan Baibai a bowl of soup in a small bowl. The jade bowl looked translucent and warm in the dim light.
"Miss, please have some." Mo Xin carefully handed the small bowl to Yan Baibai, who had been staring at him motionlessly since he came in.
Mo Xin kept his head down after he came in. Seeing that Yan Baibai had no intention of reaching out to take it, he finally couldn't help but look up at Yan Baibai, and his eyes met Yan Baibai's inquiring gaze.
Mo Xin's face froze, he quickly lowered his head, and knelt swiftly in front of Yan Baibai: "Miss, please forgive me!"
Although this man had been acting respectfully since he appeared, Yan Baibai could still see deep inquiry and scrutiny in Mo Xin's eyes during their eye contact of no more than three times. Moreover, when he was serving the porridge, he had glanced vaguely at the incense burner in the corner that was still emitting wisps of green smoke.
Take the present moment for example, he was kneeling in front of her, behaving very respectfully. His acting was very good, but with the maidservant's genuine fear from the bottom of her heart before, the fear of this person now lacked some flavor.
From the above, we can infer that:
First, the maid didn’t know that she was the fake Mo Baibai, but Mo Xin knew, which shows that Mo Baibai’s father also knew.
Second, Mo Xin came here to test whether their ban was effective.
Third, the person behind this does not know her true identity and firmly believes that she is a person without a past.
Fourth, they know that they have no cultivation.
This is very interesting. Yan Baibai's lips curled up slightly.
According to those fragments in the memory fragments, Mo Baibai can roughly infer that Mo Baibai is a young lady spoiled by her father, with low IQ and bad personality... Although, in a place with strict hierarchy like the Demon Realm, her behavior is very normal for an aristocrat among the upper demon clan like her.
It’s the easiest to play the role of a willful and capricious young lady.
Yan Baibai raised her hand and knocked over the porridge in front of her, kicking Mo Xin to the ground. Yan Baibai knew that she had sealed all her spiritual veins and was now just a mortal with a relatively good physique. Mo Xin was a demon and had cultivation, but he was still kicked to the ground by her... What a good performance.
"Miss, please forgive me!" Mo Xin, who was lying on the ground, lay down at Yan Baibai's feet and apologized.
His body was trembling slightly and he looked very scared, but Yan Baibai still didn't sense any fear from him.
Yan Baibai stepped aside and slowly sat down on the chaise longue. She imitated Mo Baibai's tone and asked lazily, "Why do I feel like... there are so many things I can't remember?"
Yes, according to Mo Baibai's personality, if she encountered such a situation, she would ask directly instead of observing silently. Now that she is a demon who "has no past memories and has accepted Mo Baibai's memories", her behavior pattern should be used as a guideline.
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