"The Demon Lord was quite skillful when he was making flower wreaths," Li Jinchu interjected, fanning herself as she watched the spectacle unfold.
"When did I ever weave a flower wreath?" Xihe denied it outright.
"Oh dear, I forgot to apologize." Li Jinchu ignored her. "When I arrived, it seems I interrupted the Demon Lord and Demon Queen's time together. It was really my fault."
“Young Master Li, if you really have nothing better to do, why don’t you go out and find out the patrol patterns of the city guards again?” Ji Mofan sighed.
Li Jinchu shrugged, finally deciding to shut up.
But Xihe showed no restraint and even approached Jimo Fan with a smile.
“That’s right, that was originally our private world,” he said. “If our Daoist ceremony had gone smoothly, there shouldn’t have been any outside interference by now.”
"You caused such a huge mess, and you even forced me to do this and that to do what you wanted. You should at least give me some compensation..."
"Smack!"
A sharp crack startled everyone present into silence.
Are they deaf or blind?
Did Ji Mofan just slap the Demon Lord?
Compared to the righteous path, the demonic cultivator Miao Miao was even more deeply shocked.
This demonic cultivator, who is only a little over a hundred years old, can be said to have lived in the shadow of the current Demon Lord Xiao Wangyan since birth. It is no exaggeration to say that he is an insurmountable mountain.
Therefore, even when he was powerless, Miao Miao did not harbor any disloyal intentions towards him.
But how could such a demon lord be defeated by a mere righteous sect?
He couldn't help but rub his eyes.
Even with his eyes rubbed red, the scene in front of him remained unchanged.
The Demon Lord still stood there with his head slightly tilted, a clearly defined five-finger mark on his left cheek.
Her cheeks puffed out slightly, as if the tip of her tongue was moving restlessly inside.
Xihe slowly turned her head back, staring silently at Ji Mofan in front of her, her eyes dark and silent.
"Don't cause me any more trouble." Ji Mofan lowered his hand. Despite having just hit someone, his expression and tone were still quite gentle.
"If you're not conscious, I can wake you up anytime."
Xihe remained silent for a long time.
Suddenly, he let out a soft hum through his nose, "Hmm, not fully awake."
Miao Miao, who was listening nearby, almost knelt down before him.
What does that mean? Did you not wake up after being slapped once, so you want to be slapped again?
Is he trying to wake up or just want to get beaten up?
That's so hard to guess!
Not only was Miao Miao shocked, but everyone else around her also froze in place, their eyes constantly shifting between Ji Mo Fan and Xi He.
"What kind of bewitching potion did you give the Demon Lord?" Li Jinchu was genuinely curious.
Ji Mofan pressed his forehead.
He pointed at Fang Xian, who was pretending to be deaf and dumb to the side, and said, "You're in charge of waking him up."
Does having bandages cover his smirk so no one can see him? Don't think you can escape unscathed.
Having Fang Xuan take the stage proved to be an instant miracle; he had barely taken a step when Xi He immediately declared that she was perfectly healthy.
"Senior Brother..."
Suddenly a voice came from the back of the line.
Lin Ju'an raised his hand to signal and slowly spoke, "I just observed that a patrol team passes by on this main street every fifteen minutes, but there are not many of them in total. There are three small teams rotating back and forth."
What do we do next?
The topic was finally brought back on track, and Ji Mofan breathed a sigh of relief, taking another look at Lin Ju'an.
Of all the people present, Lin Ju'an was the only one seriously considering what to do next.
Forget about the Yuncang Sword Sect; their disciples are mostly from humble backgrounds, so it's normal for them to lack experience.
But how did Li Jinchu choose his people?
Upon receiving Ji Mofan's gaze, Li Jinchu shrugged innocently.
"Who told you to act so reliable just now? The capable should do more," he said.
Ji Mofan was taken aback when he heard this.
He didn’t know if Li Jinchu meant to remind him, but Ji Mofan did realize that he seemed to have fallen back into his old habit from his previous life.
They habitually take on everything they can do themselves, and gather all the people they can protect under their wings.
That's not good.
With a thought, Ji Mofan watched a patrol of soldiers slowly pass by outside the alley. When the sound of their hooves gradually faded into the distance, he turned to look at his companions behind him.
"From what we saw from outside the city, this border post doesn't seem to be very large," he said. "We'll divide the city into roughly fourteen sections and split up to carry out our respective operations."
"Why fourteen?" Li Jinchu pressed.
His words directly propelled the issue to the next stage, and those who originally wanted to raise objections mostly gave Young Master Li face and remained silent to listen.
“I’ll take the Demon Lord with me; leave that demonic cultivator to him.” Ji Mofan pointed to Sheng Xi and Fang Xuan behind him. “Miao Miao isn’t strong enough, so she can stay here and wait for us to come back.”
Miao Miao was quite perceptive. As soon as Ji Mofan gave the order, he immediately understood what the other party wanted to do. He promptly took out a map from his Qiankun bag and neatly tore it into fourteen pieces.
This city is very close to the southern border. Miao Miao used to come here often, so the terrain is not a problem. What they need to find out this time is the patrol pattern of the guards.
Watching them distribute small maps, Li Jinchu turned her gaze back to Fang Xuan, who hadn't said a word the entire time.
"I haven't yet asked how to address this fellow Daoist?" He waved his folding fan, his smile warm. "It wouldn't be polite to keep addressing him as 'you'."
Fang Xian, who was wrapped up tightly in bandages, looked around.
Among the disciples from the Li family was a cultivator who practiced both sound and sword techniques; his weapon was a pipa (a Chinese lute) carried on his back.
Fang Xian pointed to the strings on the pipa.
“Okay, Pipa Nan.” Li Jinchu nodded with a smile.
Seeing Fang Xian's outstretched fingertips curl slightly, but ultimately just quietly lower his hand, he turned his gaze to Sheng Xi, who had been wearing a bow tie all the way.
"And you?" he asked with a smile.
“Little Wu,” Sheng Xi replied sullenly.
"Hmm, it's a cute name," Li Jinchu exclaimed.
That damned smiling fox.
Sheng Xi gritted her teeth.
He bet a hundred spirit stones, and this person would definitely figure out who he was.
Sheng Xi's previous record of breaking through defenses against one opponent after another was broken by Li Jinchu.
When he was nineteen, he joined his fellow disciples from the Chaoming Hall for the first time to compete in the Dao Inquiry Tournament, overcoming all obstacles as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
However, during one of the qualifying matches, he encountered Li Jinchu, who was twenty-four years old at the time.
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