Helpless, Ji Mofan could only shake his head and say he knew nothing when faced with the maids' open and subtle questioning.
He would only ask Chenxing to do anything and would not take the initiative to talk to anyone else.
Ji Mofan felt that if this was also a scheme by Xiao Wangyan against him, it was far more vicious than the isolation of everyone a few days ago.
The good news is that at least there's Chenxing, who's basically mute except for saying "yes," "okay," and "I understand."
The good news is that Li Geyue has once again managed to sneak into the Demon Palace.
The mother Gu of the Zhongqing Gu will sense the approach of the child Gu. Following the direction of the restless Gu worm, Ji Mofan once again found the dog hole that Li Geyue had discovered before.
I wonder if the maids and guards of the Demon Palace occasionally sneak in and out of here. The surroundings are not much dusty, just like last time.
This time, Li Geyue learned his lesson and put on a raincoat before struggling to crawl inside from the outside.
He climbed in and put away the tarpaulin; he was still a clean little kid.
Looking at him, Ji Mofan felt much more at ease.
Regardless of his opinion of Li Geyue himself, his less unkempt appearance would at least make him feel a little better.
"Senior Brother, this outfit of yours... is better than the one you wore last time." As soon as Li Geyue looked up, her gaze was almost glued to Ji Mofan.
It wasn't until he felt a faint, persistent nibbling from the Gu worms in his chest that he belatedly straightened his gaze and looked at the indifferent-looking Ji Mo Fan.
He swallowed hard. "I wandered around the taverns and teahouses near the main city, and their impressions of the Demon Lord were basically very stereotypical: 'superior strength' and 'unparalleled handsomeness'."
"The Demon Lord's recent actions have been no different from usual, except that he occasionally goes out to beat up someone here or kill a monster there."
"The only major event was this birthday party not long ago."
Ji Mo Fan couldn't help but feel strange.
The fact that Xiao Wangyan can still go out and tease cats and dogs suggests that his strength is not a problem; otherwise, he would have been exposed if he fought anyone casually.
So where exactly is the problem...?
"I was just wondering where you'd run off to again."
A sudden gust of evil wind blew over, swirling up fallen leaves in the air.
Li Geyue suddenly stiffened, and then without warning, she lowered herself down, her knee slamming hard against the bluestone slab in front of her.
He himself only realized what he had done when the pain was transmitted back to his central nervous system.
The Demon Lord's pressure was so intense that the demonic energy within him had almost no power to resist and completely submitted.
Even the soul cannot muster the slightest thought of resistance.
Ji Mofan felt a blur before his eyes, and before he knew it, a hand had inexplicably appeared on his waist.
Suddenly, his feet were suspended in mid-air, and when he looked up, he saw Xiao Wangyan's magnified face.
"So you came here to meet your little lover." Xiao Wangyan seemed to be smiling, but there was little joy in his half-closed eyes.
Chaos surged within, and Ji Mofan saw his own reflection in those deep-colored pupils, as if he were about to be completely overwhelmed by Xiao Wangyan's negative emotions.
Ji Mofan instinctively wanted to push him away, "Don't get so close to me..."
Xiao Wangyan was clearly dissatisfied with his resistance, and tightened his grip on him.
Ji Mo Fan frowned, trying to separate the two people's waistlines, which were pressed together, by a few fingers.
But he failed. He couldn't even twist his waist, let alone move it.
The flesh on my waist was pinched so hard it hurt.
Xiao Wangyan gripped the soft flesh tightly, his sinister gaze fixed on Li Geyue, whose posture had changed from kneeling on one knee to kneeling on both knees.
“…Your Excellency.” Even the slightest thought of resistance would cause the demonic energy within her body to surge like boiling water, creating an unpleasant nausea. Li Geyue still managed to prop herself up and lift her head slightly.
"Please don't make things difficult for him."
Xiao Wangyan chuckled lightly, his tone carrying a clear hint of contempt, "When did it become your place to interfere with what I do?"
The demonic energy in the air suddenly became denser and heavier. Li Geyue, who had managed to support himself, was forced to sag back down. Even spitting out a mouthful of blood foam could not stop his head from hanging lower and lower.
Then a very soft "bang" sound rang out.
Xiao Wangyan forced him to kowtow.
Ji Mo Fan couldn't help but frown.
Xiao Wangyan noticed his barely perceptible expression and casually reached out to wipe the furrow on his forehead. "Unhappy? I'm just standing up for you."
"Or are you still feeling sorry for such a useless and heartless thing even now?"
Ji Mofan didn't speak, but turned his head and took a deep look at Li Geyue on the ground, who could barely tremble.
"Don't kill him." That was all he said in the end.
He didn't refute it because he felt that Xiao Wangyan's two casual remarks were quite fitting in describing Li Geyue.
But this kid is still useful for now, it's a shame to let him die in some unknown corner.
Xiao Wangyan seemed to have misunderstood him, and the mocking sneer at the corner of his mouth widened even further.
“You really are ‘magnanimous’,” he said.
"Perhaps it's because the story I told you was completely false?" Ji Mofan raised his eyes and glanced at his expression.
“Perhaps I don’t mind whether you’re lying to me or not,” Xiao Wangyan said. “You’re using me as a tool, which means I’m useful to you.”
"Isn't this a good thing?"
Ji Mofan closed his eyes briefly.
Not for any other reason than to stop myself from rolling my eyes so hard they were practically about to explode.
This demon lord, does he think he's handsome?
He's over four digits old, old enough to be his ancestor, so why is he playing the sentimental card with some righteous young man who's not even a fraction of his age?
There should be an upper limit to absurdity, but if there is no upper limit to absurdity, then it should be written as "Xiao Wangyan" (萧妄言).
Or perhaps Xiao Wangyan had been in the Demon Palace for too long and suddenly wanted to play a strategy game after seeing a righteous sect?
Regardless of the possibility, Ji Mofan had already lost the patience to play along with him.
“Are you the only one who thinks this is a good thing?” He sighed and opened his eyes. “Spare his life, that’s all I ask for.”
"You want to beg me, just by touching your lips?" Upon hearing this, Xiao Wangyan's smile immediately softened with warmth. "You have to give something in return, right?"
Ji Mofan was somewhat puzzled, "What else does the Demon Lord think I can give you?"
Xiao Wangyan casually raised his hand and stretched it out in front of him.
Her fingertips finally stopped less than half an inch away from him, and she could feel the warmth of his fingertips on her lips. Ji Mofan couldn't help but purse her lips.
“...Okay.” He hummed with some difficulty in his throat.
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