In the world of cultivation, if someone is caught openly spying on others, even if they don't feel ashamed, they shouldn't speak with such self-righteousness.
But a sense of shame seems to be a rare thing in the demon realm.
At least Xiao Wangyan didn't have any.
He even wanted to touch it.
Ji Mofan grabbed a piece of fabric from the hem of her clothes and quickly covered her body with it.
"Why did you suddenly stop the sparring?" He forced Xiao Wangyan to change the subject.
"Can you still fight dressed like that?" Xiao Wangyan reached out and tugged at the fabric he was using to cover his waist.
“If you keep fighting, you’ll turn into a caveman,” he said.
Ji Mofan really wanted to say that it wouldn't be that exaggerated.
Although these clothes offer little protection, he wouldn't be so vulnerable as to lose even his own clothes when fighting an opponent of the same rank.
However, seeing Xiao Wangyan's gaze, he swallowed his words.
“There are no other clothes in the wardrobe you prepared for me,” Ji Mofan said.
Although his tone and expression remained unchanged, he nodded slightly as if by accident when he spoke, making Xiao Wangyan's perspective shift to looking down at his eyebrows and eyes.
Actually, I learned this trick from Qi Fengyu.
Whenever he tries to act pitiful, he lowers his head, pouts, and furrows his brows, looking so pitiful that you almost want to risk your life for him.
Over the years, Xiao Wangyan has met many people, but whether they are pure white flowers or vibrant peonies, none of them can touch his heartstrings.
But even after seeing countless flowers, one cannot resist the power of contrast.
Ji Mofan used to be arrogant and indifferent, so the few times he showed any signs of yielding became incredibly precious.
Xiao Wangyan lifted him up, his lips twitching slightly.
She quickly looked away from his face, snorted coldly, and then carried him to the small house that had been arranged for him.
"It's just clothes, I have plenty in my Demon Palace." He entered the room in an instant, casually tossing Ji Mofan onto the soft bed, and then headed to the wardrobe in the room.
However, his expression changed slightly after he opened it.
He took out a dirty piece of clothing that Ji Mofan had piled up inside.
It was left behind by Li Geyue when she came before, because she was tainted by Qianxun's fragrance.
"Whose clothes are these?" Xiao Wangyan asked. "You've been secretly hiding other men's clothes from behind my back?"
Ji Mofan lifted his eyelids slightly. "These are my things, so what?"
Even if he spoke without batting an eye, Xiao Wangyan was clearly not fooled by this clumsy lie.
“Before I called you away from this room, the existence of the Immortal-Locking Chain prevented you from opening the Qiankun Bag, so you had nowhere to hide such a garment,” he said.
"Then what does the Demon Lord think should be the solution?" Ji Mo Fan remained calm and composed, instead turning the question to Xiao Wang Yan.
Xiao Wangyan was almost laughing in anger.
Because of his absolute power as a demon lord, no mentally sound demon cultivator has ever dared to trespass in the past thousand years.
Occasionally, there would be a few mentally unstable individuals who had already been chopped up and fed to the monsters kept in his backyard.
However, Ji Mofan clearly does not belong to this "normal" category, and the others he can instigate are naturally not normal either.
“You’re new to the Demon Realm and have had little contact with demonic cultivators,” Xiao Wangyan said. “When you came to my birthday party the other day, you were with two other people.”
"The two of them are quite different in size. This garment clearly belongs to the one who was holding onto the Immortal-Locking Chain around you back then."
"Well? If you won't tell the truth, then I'll go and tie up your companion and see if he'll confess to me first."
Ji Mo Fanwei remained silent for a few seconds.
Just as Xiao Wangyan was about to leave, he called him back.
Then he told the story that Li Ge had made up to deceive Miao Miao again.
From their initial encounter during a routine experience, to the unattainable beauty being attracted to the spoiled and foolish boy, they gradually deviated from their original life script, step by step heading towards the irreversible outcome they have today.
It must be said that Li Geyue has quite a talent for storytelling. The whole story is full of details and twists and turns, making it so captivating and full of ups and downs.
No wonder Xiao Miaomiao was fooled by his few words.
Actually, Ji Mo Fan suffered because he hadn't read any storybooks.
Li Geyue's bizarre and fantastical storyline is actually just her reciting a recently popular storybook.
But it is precisely because of its widespread popularity that imitators have emerged one after another, and many plots have become so common that it is difficult to find a specific book to match them at first glance.
Ji Mofan, having no knowledge of the dialogue, possessed an exceptionally strong conviction when telling the story, so much so that even Xiao Wangyan was fooled.
After all, one of the Demon Lord's hobbies, who spends all day in the Demon Palace, is to lie on a soft couch bathed in sunlight, eating berries and reading storybooks.
Xiao Wangyan listened and vaguely felt that something was wrong. "Your experience is too melodramatic."
I pondered through all of Ji Mo Fan's words, but I still couldn't figure out exactly what was wrong.
Ji Mofan didn't say much. He let Xiao Wangyan struggle with his own dilemma. He lowered his head and pinched the small strips of cloth that were torn from his clothes, slowly weaving them together.
He looked dejected and aggrieved.
In reality, Ji Mofan was just wondering when Xiao Wangyan would remember to find him some normal clothes to change into.
He wasn't afraid of the cold, but his tattered clothes were really inappropriate.
Xiao Wangyan accepted Ji Mofan's explanation with astonishing speed.
There's no other reason than that the demon cultivators in the demon realm live very abstract lives, and the idea that life is like a play is more than just a written phrase.
The gazes that looked over quickly flashed with sympathy, and Xiao Wangyan looked down at the clothes in his hands again.
"So what does he want from you now?" he asked Ji Mofan.
The latter seemed to sigh, "I was left behind by the Demon Lord and am still alive and well in the Demon Palace. He wondered if I received some reward from you, which is why I made this trip."
Xiao Wangyan: ......
"Didn't you slap him?" he said.
This is the kind of top-tier scum that you can't find even if you search the entire Three Realms.
They've almost ruined someone's life, yet they still want to profit from them.
"Why would I slap him? Only my own hand would hurt," Ji Mofan said.
The Immortal-Locking Chain on his body is now under Xiao Wangyan's control, so it's practically impossible for him to make a move against Li Geyue.
If it's the "hand" that's moving.
"I'd like to ask, your Demon Palace seems to be surrounded by guards and maids, how could someone have sneaked in so easily, and you still don't know?" Ji Mo Fan changed the subject.
With Xiao Wangyan's strength, let alone knowing everything about the Demon Palace, it shouldn't be difficult for him to spread his divine sense throughout the entire main city.
But after testing Li Geyue, he discovered that Xiao Wangyan had not done so.
Why?
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