Ji Mofan didn't speak; he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Not seeing the expected response, Xiao Wangyan seemed somewhat disappointed. But in contrast, a wicked sense of humor flourished in his eyes.
With a casual push, he tossed Ji Mofan to the maid beside him.
"Take him to change his clothes; this one is awful."
The maid who led the way to Ji Mofan didn't say much; perhaps in this kind of environment, speaking less meant surviving longer.
She silently led the person to a spacious room, left a piece of clothing behind, and then left.
Ji Mofan reached out and touched the "clothes" he had placed on the table.
...Can this be called clothing? It's just a few pieces of gauze tied together.
Not to mention that he didn't want to wear such shabby clothes, even if he did, he had no idea where each piece of cloth should be placed.
Xiao Wangyan's aesthetic sense is so...
So unrestrained?
With very few clues, Ji Mofan couldn't guess the Demon Lord's specific thoughts.
I wandered around the room casually. Apart from a large bed, there was a hot spring on the other side, partially hidden by gauze curtains.
The overall decoration maintains the style of the Magic Palace, which only cares about being gorgeous and not about aesthetics. The hot spring pool is even surrounded by polished crystals.
The rising mist blurred the reflection of people on it.
You can guess what it's used for without much brainpower.
Another wave of intense discomfort surged from his stomach, and he turned around, intending to avoid seeing it altogether. But he had only turned halfway when his nose almost collided with a pure white figure.
Xiao Wangyan was standing behind him at some point, less than a foot away.
Ji Mofan frowned and subconsciously wanted to back away, but Xiao Wangyan chuckled and hooked the Immortal Lock Chain on his waist with his fingertip, and Ji Mofan was pulled into his arms without any resistance.
"If you listen to me, I might let you die a little easier." A voice filled with laughter rang in Ji Mofan's ears, carrying an undisguised wicked interest.
His lowered eyelashes cast a faint shadow, obscuring the expression in Ji Mofan's eyes. When he looked up again, his eyes were clear and bright. "Are you being coerced by someone?"
Xiao Wangyan's movements froze almost imperceptibly.
It was so fleeting that it was almost an illusion, but Ji Mofan still managed to capture it.
So he continued, "Everything in this room looks like it was recently replaced, except for that gauze dress, which is old."
"It's not old because someone has worn it, but simply old because it has been left out for too long."
"The fabric gets dusty, but because the material isn't suitable for getting wet, we just take it out to maintain it each time before putting it away to use as a prop for the next time."
"Nobody actually wore that thing after you locked them in here."
Xiao Wangyan stared at him for a while.
His lips suddenly twitched upwards a few degrees, but the keen interest in his eyes quietly faded, leaving only a pure black chaos.
"People who are too smart will only die faster."
Suddenly, a force pushed against his chest and abdomen, and before Ji Mofan could defend himself, he instantly lost his balance.
After the feeling of weightlessness came the sensation of warm water flowing all over my body, and the sound of splashing water accompanied by the slight pain of my body hitting the water surface.
He belatedly held his breath, found the direction of the bottom of the water, stood up straight, and raised his mouth and nose back to the surface.
Water dripped down her hair, splashing onto the rippling surface and breaking into countless incomplete arcs.
"I'm not that smart, I was just bluffing you." The perspective shifted to looking up again, and Ji Mofan was too lazy to keep his head up. Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head to wring out the water from his clothes.
"Actually, my findings don't prove anything, but your reaction shows that there is indeed a problem."
This is so troublesome. If only I could use a water-repelling spell.
His clothes and hair were soaked through and clung uncomfortably to his body; it was rare for him to describe himself as so disheveled.
Ripples spread across the water before him, and a white figure quickly came to a stop at the edge of his vision. A sharp pain shot through his chin as Ji Mofan's head was deftly lifted by two fingers.
“I know you, Ji Mo Fan, a figure who has been making waves in the righteous path lately.” Xiao Wangyan looked at him, his dark eyes unblinking.
"Tell me, if I were to hang your corpse at the gate of your sect, how would your righteous companions react?"
"Why should the Demon Lord frighten me?" Ji Mo Fan looked up and met his gaze, his eyes showing no fear. "In the past, it was one thing to secretly kidnap a few people, but to openly declare war on the cultivation world is no small matter."
"Then you've seen it too. My Demon Realm is no longer the pathetic place it was a thousand years ago." Xiao Wangyan seemed determined to see Ji Mofan's expression change. Not only did he not kill him with a single palm strike, but he also talked a lot of nonsense.
"If we were to declare war, who knows if the outcome would be the same as a thousand years ago, ending in a truce where both sides are severely damaged?" A mocking light flashed in his dark eyes.
“This doesn’t seem like the Demon Lord’s personality.” Ji Mo Fan was not as he wished, his expression remaining remarkably calm. “The last war between immortals and demons was led by the former Demon Lord. If I’m not mistaken, it was after you killed and seized power that you took the initiative to choose a policy of truce and peace.”
"The Demon Realm has been peaceful for a thousand years now. What are you thinking? Why do you suddenly want to start a war out of nowhere?"
"I've heard that many of your demon generals were originally pro-peace advocates. What kind of upheaval has occurred in the demon realm that the cultivation world is completely unaware of? That it could cause so many of you to simultaneously switch sides?"
Demonic paths are driven by desires, so demonic cultivators usually don't easily change their obsessions, otherwise their cultivation will easily fail.
Ji Mofan felt the hand gripping his chin tighten a little more.
Xiao Wangyan finally smiled, his eyes crinkling, with a hint of genuine emotion in his expression. "You're a really interesting person."
"You're so cute I want to strangle you with one hand."
Ji Mofan lowered his eyebrows several degrees.
What strange hobbies does this person have?
"Death is meaningless; you'll just turn into a handful of dust." Although he didn't know if it would make a difference, he decided to speak up for himself anyway.
I don't know which word tickled Xiao Wangyan's funny bone, but he laughed so hard he bent over.
The hand that was holding Ji Mofan's chin unconsciously moved to the back of his neck, and then suddenly pressed down, forcing him to lower his head and get closer to her shoulder.
“It’s such a waste for you to just be a furnace vessel,” Xiao Wangyan said. “How about something more formal? I can give you a proper title.”
"Serving the emperor? Or... becoming a demon queen directly?"
Ji Mofan was silenced for half a second by his jumping around in his thoughts.
In the end, they had to bring up Qi Fengyu to save the day, saying, "I have a Daoist partner."
Qi Fengyu has used him so many times already, and now that he's finally being put to a little use, why not drag him out quickly?
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