"So why did you come to the Demon Realm?" Ji Mofan didn't ask any further questions, but Sheng Xi became curious about his origins.
"Simply put, it was to save my junior brother's life." Not knowing whether Sheng Xi was an enemy or a friend at the moment, Ji Mofan tried to tell him the parts he could, "He couldn't stay in the cultivation world anymore, so I sent him to the demon world."
"Seriously? Are you going to be his senior or his wet nurse?" Sheng Xi's annoying tone reappeared. "What kind of giant baby is he? Does he need you to break things apart and mash them up to feed him?"
"...Are you jealous because you don't have a senior brother like that?" Ji Mofan replied to him quietly.
Sheng Xi wore an unpleasant expression, as if she had choked on a fly. "Me? Jealous of him?"
Am I jealous of his lack of talent, or is it because he's unpopular?
Ji Mofan really wanted to say that neither of them were particularly popular, so they shouldn't be making fun of each other.
However, to prevent his bickering with Shengxi from going on endlessly, he swallowed his words.
And someone has arrived.
Sheng Xi also sensed someone approaching and immediately fell silent, turning her head to look at the source of the aura.
The demonic energy arrived without any attempt to conceal itself, clearly showing no intention of hiding its presence.
The pressure was above the Nascent Soul stage, but it didn't seem to openly reveal any malice.
Black energy gathered not far from the two, and after a moment a human figure appeared from it, which was none other than Wu Qi, one of the demon generals who was still guarding the main city.
Wu Qi's expression was unreadable. He stepped forward, first looking at the blood-splattered ruins, then glancing at the two people standing beside him.
"What happened?" he asked.
Ji Mo Fan simply explained it as an accident, based on what he had just said.
"Just passing by, I was just passing by." Sheng Xi immediately raised her hand and waved when she received a questioning look from Wu Qi. "I heard the sound so I came to take a look."
"You two are responsible for cleaning up the ruins." Wu Qi didn't delve into the matter, but he didn't let it go either, directly assigning the task of cleaning up the battlefield to the two of them.
Then, just like when he arrived, he turned into black smoke and disappeared.
Only when he sensed that the other party's demonic energy had completely disappeared from the range that his divine sense could cover did Ji Mo Fan realize that he had been frowning the whole time.
He pressed his forehead, sighed, and lowered his head to recite the cleansing incantation several times.
Sheng Xi stood to the side with her arms crossed, showing no intention of helping.
"Why are you looking at me? You caused all this trouble yourself. I was just passing by. Don't expect me to help you." He sneered.
Ji Mofan closed his eyes briefly. "I just wanted to say please move aside and don't interfere with my spell."
Sheng Xi's expression stiffened, looking quite uncomfortable with the word "please" in his words.
He was as unrestrained as ever, yet he couldn't stand others being polite to him.
He had a sour face, but ultimately stepped aside without saying a word.
After casting a few cleansing spells, the unpleasant stench of blood in the air finally dissipated considerably. The collapsed houses were cleared away one by one, and the stones and wood were roughly arranged neatly in the small courtyard.
Finally, Ji Mo Fan took out a fire-controlling talisman from his Qiankun bag.
The scorching heat wave washed away all the filth.
"By the way, didn't you bring a chicken that could only eat spirit stones raw when you came out of the Demon Palace?" Sheng Xi suddenly asked him amidst the drifting dust.
"Don't worry about that, it'll be fine." Ji Mofan paused, then turned to look at him. "You've been following me ever since I left the Demon Palace?"
"I'm curious how you didn't die after being inside for so many days." Sheng Xi raised her chin, crossed her arms, and looked him up and down bluntly. "I thought you would have been bedridden by the Demon Lord long ago."
That was a rather crude remark, and Ji Mofan didn't know how to respond for a moment.
Explaining why he didn't become a furnace cauldron was too troublesome, and continuing along with what he said just didn't feel right.
On the contrary, Sheng Xi was amused by Ji Mo Fan's speechless expression and burst into loud laughter.
"What's wrong with this Demon Lord?" Giving up on getting Sheng Xi to communicate with him normally, Ji Mo Fan sighed, "He put me in the Demon Palace, neither killing nor using me, and then immediately asked me to be the Demon Queen."
“Isn’t this great? Anyway, if you go back to the cultivation world, you’ll at most become the sect leader of the Yun Cang Sword Sect.” Sheng Xi stopped laughing, looked up at him with her eyebrows still curved, “How can that compare to the prestigious status of being the Demon Queen of the Demon Realm?”
"Your swearing is getting dirtier and dirtier," commented Ji Mofan.
Sheng Xi laughed for a long time.
"But you know what, the Demon Lord has been acting quite strangely lately." After her laughter subsided, Sheng Xi casually took a half step back and leaned against a small tree behind her.
"It is said that he used to often abandon the affairs of the Demon Realm and go out to play in places where no one knew him. He would then suddenly descend and solve all the troubles in a whirlwind when the Demon Generals were in a mess."
"However, in recent years he has not only never disappeared for long periods of time, but he has also rarely left the Demon Palace."
"Isn't it strange that a travel fanatic who can't stay at home suddenly becomes a shut-in?"
"Maybe he's lived for so many years and has explored every inch of the Demon Realm, and now he's just tired of it?" Ji Mofan said.
"With the Demon Lord's strength, let alone the Demon Realm, he could come and go as he pleased, not only in the Demon Realm, but also in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and even in Penglai Island, the sacred land of the demon race that is said to drift aimlessly in the storms and mists of the boundless sea," Sheng Xi said.
"The world is vast, and there are many places like the Underworld and the Kunlun Immortal Realm. How could we possibly have seen enough of it?"
"What do you think is the reason?" Ji Mofan asked.
"You spent so much time with him in the Demon Palace and you didn't even know? How would I know?" Sheng Xi spread her hands, looking innocent.
"But seriously, have you ever taken off his clothes to take a look? What's the Demon Lord's physique like?"
The topic inexplicably jumped into a strange direction, and Ji Mofan failed to pick up where he left off.
I haven't looked into it, but Xihe asked me to look at it on her own initiative. Can I just say that directly?
Although the inner filling is Xihe, he used Xiao Wangyan's appearance at the time, so his body was probably exactly the same as the Demon Lord's.
Sheng Xi wasn't surprised that Ji Mofan would fall silent; he was always one to talk nonsense. But her mouth, which was about to continue rambling, unconsciously curled the tip of her tongue after seeing Ji Mofan's subtle expression.
"Or was it you who was stripped by him?" he asked.
Ji Mofan raised his hand and swung his sword at him from its sheath, saying, "If you can't speak properly, then shut your mouth."
Sheng Xi transformed into a wisp of black demonic energy, and a moment later reappeared with a grin behind Ji Mofan.
"Such a big reaction, did I guess right?" he asked jokingly. "With all the rumors circulating about you in the Demon Realm, how can you possibly return to the Cultivation Realm?"
"Why don't you just give up? Stay with me."
Ji Mofan didn't speak, but frowned as he looked at Sheng Xi in front of him.
"What exactly happened to you?" he asked after a long pause.
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