Ji Mofan used to work non-stop when he was busy, so he would quickly relax when he had a break.
This is one of the few times he can empty his mind and do nothing, especially since the wedding procession is moving extremely slowly in order to play the entire piece of music specially for weddings.
After blocking out the surrounding noise, Ji Mo Fanzhen sat there peacefully and took a nap.
After exchanging those words with Ji Mofan, Wu Qi returned to his place in the group, occasionally glancing at the other side of the field.
Then he watched as the emotions in Ji Mofan's eyes quickly shifted from surprise to impatience, then to indifference, and finally to emptiness.
Finally, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep in full view of everyone.
Even Wu Qi felt that the noise from the demonic cultivators around him had become even louder.
But the person who caused the disturbance sat calmly in the sedan chair, not even flinching.
Wu Qi couldn't help but sigh softly.
It's no wonder that His Majesty suddenly wanted to fill his own position as Demon Queen, and even chose a righteous path cultivator who should be clearly distinct from demonic cultivators.
This person certainly has the talent; a few unintentional actions from him can pique people's interest.
Who could possibly fall asleep during the Demon Lord's grand ceremony with his Daoist partner?
There is only one possibility: he was so excited that he fainted on the spot.
But Ji Mofan seemed to be completely different. When he closed his eyes, he even frowned slightly, clearly disturbed by the noise around him, which made him a little impatient.
Wu Qi felt a strange surge of emotion, perhaps best described as a competitive spirit, rising within him.
What gives him the right?
But he also understood that for demonic cultivators, the moment such emotions arose, they had already lost.
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Ji Mofan felt that he hadn't rested for long with his eyes closed when the sedan chair stopped moving.
Opening their eyes, they found the gates of the Demon Palace right before them, with the largest main gate wide open, but the group didn't seem to have any intention of going in.
His gaze fell upon the bright red figure standing atop the city wall of the Demon Palace.
Xihe, who wore Xiao Wangyan's face, usually dressed in dark colors, so it was rare for her to wear such a bright outfit.
A gust of wind whipped at his robes, and the Demon Lord, dressed in wedding attire, gracefully descended from above, embracing the red-clad figure seated in the sedan chair.
The gold thread embroidery pieces, when placed together, create a harmonious and picturesque scene.
"Sitting in the main hall waiting for you is too slow, it's better to come directly here." With his handsome face close at hand, Xihe seemed to be in a good mood, and the smile in his eyes and brows was genuine.
But Ji Mofan only felt that his eyes were flashed when he came over, and he regretted that he had opened his eyes a little later.
Although it looks like the same outfit as Ji Mofan's, his outfit is nowhere near "simple" and doesn't even come close to being worth a single spirit stone.
The layers upon layers of embroidery are dazzling. Apart from gold and red, none of the colors are dyes, but rather are made of various gemstones.
Ji Mofan had already found Li Jinchu's style unacceptable, but now, after seeing Xihe, he finally understood the true meaning of "there are always people better than you".
It's not that it's bad, after all, the demonic cultivators in the back are shouting more and more fiercely than the last.
But the aesthetics of Jimo Fan are truly beyond praise.
"Your Majesty, what's the next step...?" A demon general approached him to inquire about the arrangements.
After all, according to the proper etiquette, the Empress should have gone through a series of steps before she could go to the main hall to see the Emperor and then perform the ceremony of bowing to Heaven and Earth.
But now that His Majesty has suddenly appeared and abducted the main character of the ceremony, this is somewhat awkward.
We can't expect everyone to just watch the master of ceremonies shout out the names of each step, can we?
"You decide what to do." Xihe said these words without any mercy, then put her arm around Ji Mofan beside her, enveloping the two of them in demonic energy, and immediately turned to leave.
The demon generals over there were on the verge of tears and were planning to go back and discuss with the master of ceremonies how to resolve the issue of the ceremony without a main character.
Unexpectedly, the black demonic energy spread out again before their eyes. Their lord was pulled by the long ribbon on his crown by the little righteous cultivator, who had no choice but to lower his head and put him back on the palanquin.
"Alright, alright, I'm not in a hurry to consummate the marriage, okay?" Xihe whispered in Jimo Fan's ear.
Although he lowered his voice, he did not deliberately use demonic energy to encrypt his words, and everyone present perked up their ears.
What? What did they just hear?
Although we don't know what happened between the Venerable One and the Venerable One during those few seconds when they were enveloped in demonic energy, the Venerable One's final reaction to the Venerable One, as well as the tone of his voice, sounded like a mix of helplessness and doting affection!
Why would His Excellency show such respect to this young righteous cultivator?
Some demon cultivators, who thought the Demon Lord was just keeping a plaything by his side on a whim, secretly suppressed their thoughts and dared not continue to act recklessly.
What a joke! If His Majesty didn't care, that would be one thing, but given his attitude, it would be foolish to keep walking into the line of fire.
Ji Mo Fan closed his eyes and released his grip on Xi He's hair ribbon.
There's no hope. How much trouble will Xihe cause him before she stops?
How could they have been so close in private?
Isn't it just because he can't lose his temper in public?
Anyway, he didn't have to put up with this person for much longer. Ji Mofan didn't say anything at this moment, but just sat back in the sedan chair and sighed.
"I am waiting for you in the main hall." Xihe leaned closer again, her nose almost touching his ear.
Ji Mofan stopped him with a single finger, just like Xihe had muffled his voice in the main hall that day.
He coldly glared at him, but received a pitiful look in return.
But before he could even comment on Xihe's feigned pitifulness, the latter had already transformed into black demonic energy and vanished before his eyes with a gust of wind.
...They should really let all the demon cultivators in the demon realm see what kind of expression their Demon Lord just made.
Isn't it just because it's far away and in a blind spot for others that no one can see it?
With a sigh of relief, Ji Mofan leaned back in his chair and waited for the next segment to begin, when he suddenly felt a gaze coming from the side.
There were countless people watching him, and he shouldn't have been drawn to a mere glance. But that gaze was far too close.
He didn't even need to turn his head; he could see the person staring straight at him from the corner of his eye.
Ji Mofan tilted his head and looked at Wu Qi, "What's wrong?"
Wu Qi frowned as he looked at him, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.
Even the steed he rode paced restlessly, its armor rustling softly. Though it should have been barely audible amidst the shouts of the surrounding demonic cultivators, it made Ji Mo Fan feel a vague unease.
"Your Majesty needs to be alert for the next part, so please don't fall asleep again." Wu Qi said this last, inconsequentially.
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